#and she was VERY clear that i was never to open them and got visibly anxious when i so much as handled the boxes

[beetledee0]

looking back i dont think my nan bought those 27 barbie movies for me

[solxamber]

Hi! I love your writing, I'm constantly rereading it, it's so good!! I would like to request a scenario where reader is a very sweet and nice person, always helping others and willing to listen to their problems, but they reach their limit and snap one day at a group of nrc boys who have been harassing them for a long time (up to you if it was malicious teasing or a 'pulling on pigtails' reason for the teasing!). Full on calling them out for their shitty behavior and verbally tearing them down, and drawing a crowd who didn't think this would happen because of reader's usual personality. They have to get pulled away by (separate scenarios) Vil, Leona, and Crewel who helps them calm down and comforts them when they start angry crying. Pre-relationship for Vil and Leona please, maybe they have to deal with the fact they thought reader was super attractive when they were all angry and going off on the NPCs lol. Thanks if you write this one! 🫶

Sweet reader who goes off with Leona, Vil, Crewel

i loved this ask, it was fun to write <3

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, lounging under the shade of a tree. He knew the moment those idiots opened their mouths, things were about to go sideways. What he didn’t expect was for you to completely lose it.

You, the sweet and patient person who always helped others with a smile, were now ripping into the Savanaclaw students like a lion who’d just had its tail stepped on.

“Wow, real original, ‘stealing magicless human’s lunch,’” you sneered, hands on your hips. “What’s next? Pulling my hair? Tripping me in the hallway? You all got your moves straight from a kindergarten bully manual, didn’t you?”

The group of Savanaclaw students blinked in confusion, clearly not expecting the sudden barrage. “W-Well, we’re just... teasing!” one of them stammered.

“Teasing? Is that what you call it?” You leaned in, your voice dropping to a deadly calm. “How about you explain to me why ‘teasing’ always involves targeting the same person over and over again, huh? Or do I have to spell it out for you? You’ve been after me for weeks. If you’ve got a problem, say it.”

Leona stifled a yawn, his ear twitching as he overheard one of the idiots mutter, “Sheesh, we’re just messin’ around ‘cause she’s cute...”

You blinked, clearly having heard that, and turned on your heel. “Excuse me?”

The guy looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh, nothing?”

“Oh no, no, no. You said I’m cute, didn’t you?” Your voice was sweet, but the look in your eyes could melt steel. “You mean to tell me you’ve been pulling my pigtails like some lovesick middle schooler?”

Leona almost choked on his laughter. The guys shifted on their feet, visibly uncomfortable. One of them scratched the back of his neck and muttered, “Well, uh, kinda...”

Your jaw dropped. “Oh my god. You’re literally harassing me because you like me?”

The poor guy looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “I mean, I wouldn’t say harass—”

“SHUT UP!” you snapped, throwing your hands in the air. “Are you guys twelve?! Did I get transported into some kind of second-grade drama fest? This isn’t how you flirt! You could’ve just asked me to lunch like a normal person!”

Leona was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. This was too good. His underlings were idiots, but this was a new low.

“And by the way, just so we’re clear,” you continued, “I wouldn’t have said yes! Why? Because I actually have standards. Like, oh I don’t know, not going after people who torment me for weeks on end!”

That finally shut them up. The group shuffled awkwardly, clearly regretting all their life decisions, when Leona finally decided to make his move. He casually strolled over, tail swaying lazily behind him.

“Oi,” he drawled, hands in his pockets. “You done terrorizing my pack yet?”

You turned, eyes still blazing with fury, and Leona had to admit—he’d never seen you look hotter. All riled up, standing there like you were about to take on the entire world. He leaned against a nearby tree, smirking. “You’ve got more bark than most of them combined.”

You pointed at the group with a glare. “Your pack? These idiots have been making my life miserable because they don’t know how to talk to someone they like!”

Leona’s smirk widened, clearly amused. “Is that so?” He cast a glance at the culprits, who were now looking anywhere but at you or him. “Sounds like they could use a lesson in charm.”

One of the guys mumbled, “But we didn’t mean—”

Leona’s eyes narrowed, silencing him immediately. “Run along, or I’ll make you regret it.” His tone was lazy, but the underlying threat was enough to send them scrambling.

As they bolted, you crossed your arms, still fuming. “Unbelievable. They were harassing me because they like me. That’s like pulling pigtails on the playground!”

Leona chuckled, pushing off the tree. “Can’t blame ‘em for trying. You’ve got some fire in you.”

You shot him a look, annoyed. “Are you seriously taking their side?”

“Nah.” Leona tilted his head, studying you. “I’m just sayin’... maybe they’ve got a point.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He stepped closer, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “They’re idiots, sure. But they’re right about one thing—you’re worth the trouble.”

Your face flushed, and before you could fire back, you felt your anger quickly unraveling into something much messier. You tried to blink it away, but your eyes were already starting to sting, and before you knew it, hot tears were spilling over.

“Great,” you muttered, voice shaking. “Now I’m crying. Just perfect.”

Leona’s smirk dropped when he saw your shoulders tremble. He sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Oi, don’t—”

“Don’t tell me not to cry!” you snapped, angry sobs spilling out now. “I’m allowed to cry! I’ve been dealing with this crap for weeks, and it’s not fair! I didn’t do anything to them! I’m just trying to live my life!”

Leona’s eyes softened, clearly caught off guard by your outburst. He hesitated for a second, then stepped closer, carefully placing a hand on your shoulder. “...Alright, alright. I get it.”

You sniffled, wiping furiously at your tears. “They’re so stupid. And mean. And I—I’m so tired of it.”

Leona grunted, his tone a little softer than usual. “They’re idiots, but they won’t bother you again. Trust me.”

You hiccuped, nodding weakly. “I just… I don’t get why they—why would anyone do that?”

Leona scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling awkward. He wasn’t good at comforting people, but damn it, seeing you cry because of those morons made his chest tighten.

With a resigned sigh, he pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head. “It’s alright, herbivore. You were overdue for that. And anyway, you can use those sharp words on me whenever you want.” His voice dropped, teasing. “I don’t mind.”

You sniffled, half-laughing, half-crying into his chest. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leona smirked. “But you like me anyway.”

Vil Schoenheit

It was common knowledge that Vil paid special attention to you. Whether it was because of your potential or because you had a natural grace, the others were never sure, but it was obvious that the attention he gave you drove some students crazy. Specifically, a group of Pomefiore boys who had made it their life’s mission to be jealous, petty, and downright irritating. And today, you were done pretending you didn’t hear their snide remarks.

“Can’t believe Vil wastes his time with them,” one sneered. “It’s not fair. We actually try, and they just get it handed to them?”

You stopped in your tracks, eyes twitching as their words piled on.

“They’re probably not even trying to look good. Vil’s just playing favorites—”

That’s when you lost it. You whirled around, glaring at them with a ferocity they clearly hadn’t anticipated. “Favorites? Favorites?! Oh, PLEASE. First of all, the only thing Vil is handing out is a reality check, which all of you clearly missed! You think it’s easy working with him? That he just showers me with praise while you’re left to fend for yourselves? NEWSFLASH—Vil’s standards are through the roof, and I’m busting my ass just like everyone else!”

They stammered, taken aback by your outburst, but you weren’t done.

“You all spend so much time being bitter that Vil doesn’t notice you, but guess what? Maybe—just maybe—it’s because you’re too busy whining and not busy enough doing the damn work! You think complaining is gonna magically make you the fairest one of all? Spoiler alert: You’ve got about as much chance as a muddy potato in a beauty pageant!”

The entire courtyard was staring now. You? The sweet, helpful student who always wore a kind smile? Absolutely demolishing a group of boys who deserved every single word you were hurling at them.

“And another thing! The next time you want to insinuate that I’m getting ‘special treatment,’ take a look in the mirror and ask yourself if you are the one who’s too lazy to earn it!”

Vil, who had been silently watching from a distance, felt something stir inside him as he listened to you tear into them. That fire. That passion. That confidence. You were utterly captivating when you were angry. How had he not noticed how striking you were in this moment?

He stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder, his calm presence easing the tension just a little. “Enough, darling. You’ve made your point.”

You blinked, realizing who it was, and the adrenaline started to wear off as your shoulders slumped. “Vil, I…”

“You did well.” His voice was smooth, soothing. “But let’s not waste more energy on them, hm?”

Tears prickled at your eyes as your emotions bubbled over. “It’s just… it’s not fair. I’m trying so hard.”

Vil turned you to face him fully, his eyes soft despite the usual sharpness. “I know you are. And I see it, every day. That’s why I pay attention to you.”

Your breath hitched, caught off guard by the tenderness in his voice. His hand reached up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek, and for a moment, you forgot how angry you had been. All you could focus on was how close he was, how his presence seemed to anchor you.

“You’re more beautiful when you’re not holding back,” Vil murmured, almost too quiet for you to hear. But oh, you heard it. Loud and clear.

Divus Crewel

It was the same old song and dance with these students. They couldn’t handle the fact that you were getting along so well with the dorm leaders and staff, so naturally, they decided to take it out on you. You didn’t have magic, you didn’t belong at NRC, blah blah blah—it was all the same garbage, and today, you’d had enough.

“Oh look, the magicless pet is here,” one sneered. “What’d you do to get on their good side? Bribe ‘em? Kiss up to Crewel so he gives you extra points in class?”

You slammed your hands on the nearest table, the sound echoing through the classroom. “Oh, for the love of everything, can you SHUT UP for once in your miserable lives?!”

They blinked at you, shocked. You? Sweet, friendly, always-helpful you? Snapping?

“Bribe the staff?! Really? You’re dumber than I thought, and that’s saying something considering you’ve spent more time scraping by in Crewel’s class than actually passing it! You think I’m getting special treatment? I WORK TWICE AS HARD AS ANY OF YOU, BECAUSE I HAVE TO!”

You were on a roll now, and the more they stared, the angrier you got.

“Newsflash, genius! Being nice to people isn’t ‘kissing up,’ it’s called not being an insufferable little gremlin! Maybe if you spent less time whining and more time actually trying, you wouldn’t be such a failure in every sense of the word! And don’t even get me started on the fact that I—without magic—am somehow doing better than all of you!”

The group was completely stunned into silence, but before you could land another blow, a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Puppy.” Professor Crewel’s tone was firm but gentle. “That’s enough.”

You froze, spinning around to see him standing there, arms crossed, but there was something soft in his eyes. Before you could protest, the adrenaline started to wear off, and all the frustration you had bottled up came spilling out in the form of tears.

Your hands shook as the adrenaline crash hit you hard, and suddenly, the tears started to fall. “I—I’m sorry, I just… I couldn’t take it anymore…”

Crewel stepped forward, his usual sternness softening into something almost paternal. He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “No need to apologize, pup. Those troublemakers had it coming.”

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “But I—I’m supposed to be better than that. I shouldn’t have yelled…”

“Sometimes,” Crewel said, tilting your chin up so you’d look him in the eye, “people need to be put in their place. And you did that perfectly.”

His calm assurance made you break down even more, and before you knew it, you were full-on ugly crying in front of him. He sighed, but not out of exasperation—more like a father who knew his kid had finally reached their limit.

With surprising gentleness, Crewel pulled you into a loose hug. “Let it out. You’ve been holding this in for too long.”

You sobbed into his shoulder, not caring that you were crying all over the crisp white fur of his coat. “I just—They’ve been—”

“I know.” He patted your back, his voice steady. “And they’ll be dealt with. But you need to take care of yourself first.”

You hiccupped, nodding into his coat. “Thanks, Professor.”

Crewel gave you one last reassuring pat before pulling back, his sharp eyes focusing on the group of students still frozen in place, unsure if they should stay or flee. “Now, as for you lot… if I hear even a whisper of disrespect toward my pup again, you’ll wish you were expelled. Do I make myself clear?”

The group scrambled to nod and mutter apologies before scurrying off, tails between their legs.

Once they were gone, Crewel sighed and gently turned you toward the door. “Let’s go get you some tea, pup. You’ll feel better after.”

You sniffled, managing a small smile. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

Masterlist

[47lake]

payback

synopsis: you always loved it when she got frustrated, but something about this night specifically drove you absolutely wild. plus, you had to get your payback.

‼️: sub!top!billie, dom!bottom!reader, restraints, begging, tears, thigh riding, teasing, princess treatment(receiving), more that i’m probably forgetting oops ! w/c 2.6k

continuation of 'im sorry'

the two of you were at dinner with her team, a very classy restaurant with everyone’s tab covered by billie as a way to say thank you for all their hard work throughout the year.

you let your girlfriend pick your outfit for the night, she returned from the closet after very carful consideration with a sleek, long sleeve, deep crimson dress that you had gotten recently. you chuckled and smiled, knowing billie had been waiting for you to wear it. you paired it with some black louboutins bils has surprised you with a few days before.

“they were supposed to be for christmas but i was too excited to see your reaction so, do you like them?!”

she was always so sweet to you, spoiling you with anything she even thought you would like. you pick something up to look at it closer in a store? it’s practically bought already.

you hooked the clasp of a gold necklace you mentioned liking to her once. it arrived at your door a few days later along with the earrings and bracelet to match, accompanied by a proud billie.

you sprayed a few sprays of her eilish no 1 & no 3, the mix of the warm vanilla with the christmas-y scent mixing together in a way that billie loved.

you grabbed your purse, black leather with gold accents, perfect for any outfit. you stepped out of the closet, lipstick in hand, to find your girl adjusting her tie, the perfect shade of red to match your dress. she was wearing a suit, a little baggy to fit her aesthetic, with her new converse, ‘open up the door’ could be read along the side of the sole.

you stood there for a moment, watching her adjust herself, she was perfect. you cleared your throat to make your presence known, she practically did a 360, eager to see how you looked.

“you’re kidding… there’s no way i get to call this gorgeous girl mine, somebody pinch me.”

she took your hand as the two of you closed the distance between yourselves, she spun you in a circle, whistling as she took it all in.

“you know i could sit here and admire you for hours but we’ve gotta go or we’re gonna be late!”

she gripped your hand a little tighter and led you out the door, opening your car door for you and holding her hand out to help you get in. she shut the door softly and ran around to her side, throwing herself inside and slamming her own door.

she waited for you to buckle your seatbelt and touch up your makeup, watching intently as you outlined your lips. thumbing circles against your exposed thigh through the slit that ran up the side of your dress. just as you snapped the mirror shut she started backing down the driveway, her hand never leaving your skin as she turned out onto the street.

you both always had to be touching, you reached over to hold the back of her neck as she held your thigh. you scratched her neck softly, your red acrylics perfectly contrasting her pale skin.

you couldn’t help but watch her, it was your favorite thing. her side profile always so gorgeous, her resting face always seemed so focused, you wondered what she could be thinking about all the time.

the car ahead of you casting a bright red light across her features, helping you clearly see her face light up as she turned her focus to you.

“whatcha looking at?”

“just my girl.”

she smiled wide and returned her gaze to the road, such a sweet girl.

──୨ৎ──

throughout the night you could see your appearance was having more and more of an effect on her.

her eyes lingering on the deep neckline of your dress for just a little too long when you spoke to her.

her mind visibly wandering as you shot her knowing glances.

how intently she watched you even if she was speaking to someone else across the room.

everyone knew billie was infatuated with you, but tonight was something more. something that she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried.

her gaze currently fixated under the table, the slit of your dress falling to perfectly showcase your crossed legs and her hand atop your thigh.

“billie?”

“hm?!”

she snapped her head, tuggingher gaze away from your body. you giggled quietly as she ran her hand along your skin, giving you any attention she could.

“your speech?”

“OH! right yes!”

she stood up out of her seat and called attention to everyone within the private room. she thanked her team for all their hard work and patience with her and her career. she went on to tell a few funny stories between her and some of the crew, laughs erupting around the room. billie’s smile gleamed through all the chatter, she waited for everyone to settle down and turned to you.

“and i also want to thank my beautiful girl!”

she reached down for your hand, placing it in her own.

“this girl has helped me through thick and thin, kept me grounded, and helped me truly be me. she has done more for me than she will ever know, and i love her endlessly.”

you couldn’t help but smile, you loved how sentimental she could be, she’s so perfect.

everyone starts clapping as she motions to you after her little spill, smile still plastered on your face, you shook your head and squeezed her hand tightly.

she sat down and people went back to chatting amongst themselves, billies hand quickly returning to your thigh. she leaned closer to you, lips inches away from your ear.

“you look so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.”

she slid her hand up just enough to show her intentions behind that statement, you laughed and told her to be patient. you loved when she got enamored like this, she couldn’t pull her gaze away from you if she tried.

you lightly placed your hand on top of hers, running your index gently across her middle & ring. you’d think something so simple wouldn’t bother her so much, but you could instantly see her her zone out, god knows what she could be recollecting.

you cleared your throat as someone approached, snapping het out of her thoughts instantly. amusement shown clearly across your features. you kissed her cheek, leaving a vivid red stamp on her face. it paired nicely with the rosy blush now coating her cheeks.

she stumbled over her words as you continued to trace over her fingers with your own, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to focus on what the poor girl in front of her was saying. she answered to the best of her ability and the girl walked back to her seat, billie shot you a look that clearly read ‘you’re so mean!’ you smiled innocently and leaned into her ear.

“i can’t wait until we get home sweet girl, you’re gonna be so good for me.”

her hand flew over her mouth, eyes wide as her mind ran with ideas of what was in store. she cleared her throat and adjusted her hair, trying to keep herself composed, much to her dismay her pink cheeks and hot ears were a dead giveaway.

──୨ৎ──

you and billie both stood outside the door of the restaurant saying your goodbyes to everyone, thanking them for coming and for everything they do. billies team was so big it felt like ages, especially since you were eager to get your hands on her.

the last person got in their car and drove away, billie snatched you up in her arms and practically flew to her car.

she set you down and opened the car door for you, like always, holding her hand out to keep you steady as you got inside. you buckled your seatbelt and she shut the door with care, despite her impatience, running around to her side and flinging herself inside. she started up the car and began to drive while simultaneously buckling her seatbelt, wasting as little time as possible.

“someone’s excited.”

you teased her as you ran your fingers through her hair.

“how could i not be? you only drove me absolutely insane throughout the entirety of dinner!”

“oh hush, you know you like it.”

she turned her gaze away, pretending to be focused on the road as she hid her smile.

she ran her hand up and down your thigh, traveling just a little further up each time. she wanted you so bad it was precious, tracing circles with her thumb and tapping the pads of her fingers against your skin.

you couldn’t help but smile, you uncrossed your legs, looking over to see her attention directed towards your thighs. you felt her hand travel further up than before, making sure to stop before she got carried away. her eyes fixated on the road, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she smiled.

she pulled into the driveway, getting out of the car quickly and running around to your side. she opened the door and undid your seatbelt for you, eager to get inside already. you giggled as she held her hand out, taking it and stepping out.

you held both sides of her face as she shut the door back, kissing her passionately. her hands cascaded to your waist as yours wrapped around the back of her neck, her touch fell down to your ass as she squeezed softly. you pulled away, thumbing over her cheek as you were met with her pouty eyes and swollen lips.

“my poor baby.”

she tried pull you back in when you grabbed a handful of her tie, leading her to the door. you held your free hand out expectantly as she scrambled through her pockets for the keys, handing them to you with a cheesy smile.

you undid the lock and pulled her a little harder as you led the way to the bedroom, opening the door and walking her over to the bed. you let her out of your grip and she flops down, looking up at you and waiting for her next instruction.

“help me with my dress sweetheart, i can’t reach the zipper.”

she jumps up and obliges happy, slowly pulling the zipper down with one hand, the other resting on your hip. her plump lips trailing soft kisses across your shoulder and your collarbone to eventually land on the nape of your neck. the zipper soon runs out and she pushes the sleeves off your shoulders, spinning you around, kisses now lining the edge of your jaw as she slips your dress off.

“i wanna make you feel good..”

you caress her shoulders and push her away gently, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of the sheets as she is sat on the bed again. you straddle her lap and watch as her eyes linger on your exposed figure, she’s always had a weakness for how perfect you look in lace.

“i know, you’re so eager my love. i promise, you’re gonna make me feel so good.”

she smiles looking up at you, her hands return to your skin, so desperate to please. you loosen her tie and pull it off, unbuttoning her shirt to join the pile forming in the floor. you slide off her lap and get on your knees between her legs, undoing her belt and and button of her pants, sliding them off and throwing them to the slide.

now that you had her on display to match yourself you told her to move back, her back resting against the headboard as she sat up straight, legs out in front her.

“i want you to close your eyes for me sweet girl, you can do that, yeah?”

she nodded intently as her lids fell closed, waiting for your next move. you got up off her lap and pulled the drawer of the nightstand open. you smiled as you pulled out a roll of ribbon, you told billie to be patient and quiet as you tied her wrists to the headboard in a pretty red bow.

you could cum right then, she looked so sweet. her eyes closed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, your kiss stamp on her face, rosy pink cheeks flush as her arms remained above her head. you quickly slipped your bra and panties off and positioned yourself to be straddled across her thigh.

“open, my love.”

her eyes fluttered open, looking up as she gasped, the realization of her restraint washing over her. she tugged gently against the ribbon, looking at you with a pout painted across her face.

“babyyy?!”

“payback. pretty girl, don’t you remember when you just couldn’t help yourself?”

you watched as she became lost in her own thoughts, recollecting her apologies falling from her lips as she held you down.

she quickly snapped out of her daze when she felt your wet heat touch down on her thigh, her focus instantly fixated on the slow rhythm of you hips against her thigh.

“come on! please! just let me touch you please! i’ll be a good girl, i promise!”

you smiled, your hands finding stability in the sheets as you picked up your pace, dirty moans rolling off your tongue that you knew would drive her wild.

“i know you will, you’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?”

she nodded slowly and her attention instantly retuned to the puddle of arousal pooling against her skin. you began to roll your hips faster and faster against her. she repeated ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ over and over, not touching you was making her crazy. you loved it.

she started to buck her hips, loving that you were using her to get off.

“such a dirty girl. you’re just watching and can’t control yourself?”

her eyes locked with yours, she looked so sweet when she got needy like this, small droplets fell from her eyes in frustration.

“please let me touch you, please, it’s all i want, please, baby.”

oh. my. god.

you couldn’t refuse that, you untied her pretty bow and tossed it aside.

her hands flew to your hips, positioning one to be able to press circles into your clit with her thumb. she began to guide your hips, picking up at the pace where you had left off.

you laid your head against her shoulder as she rolled your hips faster and faster, moans and whines spilling out of you rapidly as the knot inside of you grew tighter and tighter.

“fuck bils! yes! make me cum!”

she pressed your hips down harder and kept her pace and your body shook in her grasp, she kissed your neck as her pace grew slow, letting you ride out your high. you sighed deeply and laid against her for a moment, catching your breath.

“don’t move.”

she nodded and waited patiently, you took one final breath and got off her thigh, positioning yourself a little further back between her legs. you looked up at her and held her gaze with yours, arching your back in front of her.

“fuck!”

she inhaled sharply as your warm tongue collected all of your pleasure off her skin. you sat up once you were finished, kissing her deeply.

“my good girl, you took your payback so well.”

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[sidekick-hero]

Phoenix

(steddie | explicit | 7.4k | AO3 | tags: porn with fluff, rock star eddie, roadie steve, canon divergence - eddie lives and cc gets famous)

The most talented @firefly-party drew some gorgeous art of Eddie enjoying some cake 😏🍑 and this inspired this fic. Lots of love go out to @hbyrde36 and @pearynice for being amazing cheerleaders and beta readers 💜

Excerpt

A loud throat-clearing cuts through the haze, and Steve opens his eyes to see Gareth, sitting with a wicked grin, tossing a crumpled-up piece of paper at Eddie’s back. “Oi, lovebirds,” he says, “save those bedroom eyes for the actual bedroom, Munson.”

Eddie grins, unashamed, flashing Gareth a mock salute. “I don’t need a bedroom for bedroom activities, losers.”

Jeff leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, smirking. “Can’t say I’m surprised. You two always manage to bring your own kind of encore,” he teases, waggling his eyebrows in a way that’s both exaggerated and somehow fond.

From across the room, their sound tech, Lucy, chuckles as she shoves a bag into her duffel. “Guess the ‘Phoenix’ isn’t the only thing heating up tonight,” she jokes, grinning at Steve’s half-embarrassed, half-amused expression.

“And he'll rise again and again and again,” tones Frank’s dry voice, making Eddie cackle and waggle his eyebrows at Steve.

Jeff groans at the horrible innuendos. “Don’t mind us, we’re heading out anyway. Figured we’d leave you two to, ah, continue the celebration?”

Eddie flashes them all a shameless grin, winking as he wraps an arm around Steve’s waist. “You all sound jealous,” he quips, barely missing a beat.

Gareth laughs, grabbing his jacket. “Oh, trust me, I’m good. Those pants are enough of a show by themselves,” he teases, smirking. “But seriously—thanks for sparing us the rest.”

As the last few crew members file out, tossing in good-natured jabs and rolling their eyes, Jeff gives Steve a pat on the back. “You’ve got him all to yourself now, Harrington,” he says with a smirk. “Don’t wear him out too much. We’ve still got another show tomorrow.”

And with a final chorus of laughter and a few mock wolf whistles, the door swings shut, leaving them in blissful privacy.

Steve sighs, his forehead still resting against Eddie’s, his own grin breaking through as they’re finally alone. “Well,” he murmurs, voice low, “now, where were we?”

“You mean before you were trying to ravage me in front of our friends?” Eddie says with a shit-eating grin, as if Steve were the only one acting like a love-struck teenager.

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Phoenix

The arena is almost silent as the lights go out, the applause fading into a hush as everyone around him holds their breath. It’s as if they’ve all merged into one living entity, one organism waiting for the band to return and deliver the encore they’re all craving.

Corroded Coffin’s encores have become legendary among their fans. Mostly because of Eddie.

Of course.

Steve can’t blame them. He’s never been able to take his eyes off him either. In any room, no matter what was happening, the moment Eddie came alive, when that inner light blazed through, Steve was captivated. It’s no surprise he isn’t the only one, but he finds comfort in knowing he was one of the first.

They all fell in love with Eddie Munson, the rock star. Steve fell in love with Eddie Munson, the nerd. The part-time drug dealer, the super senior, the dungeon master. He fell for the brave man who was willing to die for a town that hated him and the man his kids trusted and looked up to.

That very man is now strutting back onto the stage, his silhouette barely visible in the dim twilight of the arena. But Steve would recognize him anywhere. Besides, he knows what’s coming—he’s heard Eddie excitedly ramble about his plans while they lay in bed, Eddie’s head resting in Steve’s lap as his fingers combed through damp curls, untangling them before they dried after his shower.

This is the first time they’re playing this particular song, Phoenix. It’s about someone dying so they can finally live, and only their tight-knit circle knows just how much truth is behind it. The song is Eddie’s way of processing what happened during that fateful week in the spring of '86. But, like most of Eddie’s songs, it’s also a love song.

A love song for Steve.

Eddie sings about a man burning in hell to rise from the ashes, hands lifting him to soar again, flying higher and higher, fueled by love instead of air beneath his wings. It’s classic Eddie—telling Steve he loves him in front of thousands of people, with words that sound like they’re straight out of one of those fantasy novels Eddie and the kids all love so much.

The whole band is on fire—literally—because their show features some wild pyro effects. Steve hadn’t been thrilled when Eddie first floated the idea of setting parts of the stage ablaze. He was even less enthusiastic when Gareth and Eddie began talking about adding flames to their outfits. To Steve, that was practically asking for disaster. But, as usual, he hadn’t been able to resist Eddie’s big brown puppy eyes for long.

Now, watching them perform, Steve has to admit it works. The fire dances across the stage in time with the music, bursts of flame punctuating every explosive guitar riff. Smoke swirls in sync with the pounding drums, and sparks rain down like stars during the climactic solo, making it feel as though the whole arena is caught in the heat of the moment. It’s pure chaos, and yet, somehow, it’s beautiful.

As Phoenix reaches its crescendo, Eddie steps into the heart of the flames, the light catching his silhouette as though he’s rising from the ashes himself. His voice soars above the roaring crowd, each note carrying both the weight of the past and the promise of a future. The audience, already mesmerized, holds its breath as Eddie holds the final note, arms outstretched, as if he’s daring the fire to consume him.

There’s a beat of stunned silence, and then the whole arena erupts into a roaring applause. People are whistling and cheering, Steve among them. Sue him, but even after a year of doing this with Eddie, he’s still in awe of how good Eddie and the other guys are. They’re a garage band from some small town in bumfuck Indiana, but the moment they step on stage, they have the crowd completely under their spell. Steve had read an article about Corroded Coffin that said all guys want to be them and all girls want to be their lovers.

He disagrees. He’s pretty sure some of these girls wouldn’t mind rocking on stage themselves, and Steve knows from experience that some of the guys definitely want to be their boyfriends, too.

The only difference between Steve and those guys? While they all want Eddie, Steve is the one who gets to take him home every night.

How he got so lucky is still beyond him. For months, Steve had been convinced he’d ruined everything between them before they ever got a real chance. And now he’s the one Eddie Munson calls sweetheart, darling, princess. The one he calls Love.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been wonderful tonight. Your high esteem has fed us well, and we’ll repay the favor with another firestorm of a concert very soon. So keep your eyes peeled for the announcement. Until then, remember to be the menaces you’re meant to be, and rock on! We are Corroded Coffin, the devil’s own jesters, and this has been another glorious night of our Rituals tour!”

The lights go out after Eddie’s final words, and with another round of thunderous applause, a single spotlight highlights each band member, giving them their moment to shine before darkness swallows the stage. Steve knows it gives the band time to slip away before the crowd starts to disperse.

Back when Steve first started at their shows as a roadie, a fan had somehow tricked security into believing she was part of the crew. In the general chaos of people leaving, no one questioned her as she followed them all the way to the green room. She’d launched herself at Eddie, knocking him over onto the hard concrete. He’d only ended up with a few bruises, but he hit his head, and the headache lasted well into the next day, making him feel miserable. Worse still, it made his old scars ache in sympathy.

Steve had been livid.

After, Steve had been adamant that the band needed to invest in more security—less access for the public, stricter controls, the whole nine yards. Eddie, Frank, and Jeff didn’t want to hear any of it. To Steve’s surprise, it was Gareth who found a compromise for them. The head start they get now is part of it. Another is the presence of Sam and James, two guys built like tanks, who travel with the band and keep things secure backstage, on the tour bus, and everywhere in between.

Except for Eddie, who’s Steve’s to keep safe—and he takes that job seriously.

Which is why he packs up on stage as fast as humanly possible, only to be shooed away by Anna, the head of stage design. She oversees cleanup and can tell Steve is practically vibrating out of his skin to get to Eddie.

“You’re stressing me the hell out, Harrington. Go check on your man before you have a heart attack or something equally dramatic that’ll keep us here longer than necessary. And take that amp with you—put those guns to use,” she adds, gesturing at his biceps.

It’s a testament to how desperately he wants to see Eddie that he doesn’t protest, just salutes her and grabs the amp. “Thanks, Anna. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she says, waving him off. “To be young and in love again.”

“You’re 34, not ancient.”

“I’m not Munson, Harrington—flattery doesn’t work on me. Now shoo, before I change my mind and leave you to clean up the whole stage yourself.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to make a hasty retreat. As fast as he can, he heads backstage to the green room, where the band is no doubt coming down from their post-show high.

As Steve nears the green room, he can already hear laughter and excited chatter. Eddie’s voice rings out the loudest—it always does—but he can also pick out Jeff’s deep rumble and Gareth’s indignant “Oi!” He’s probably been teased again. The happy sounds make Steve pick up his pace, and as he rounds the last corner, he nearly barrels into Sam.

“Careful, Ozzy,” Sam laughs, dodging aside with surprising grace for someone his size. When Steve had first started tagging along, the crew had looked a little skeptical of his preppy outfits, which stuck out among the metalheads and crew members, who dress more for comfort and utility. Eddie, in his usual fashion, had vouched for him, regaling everyone with a heavily edited story about how Steve had once bitten the head off a bat to save them. Steve's scars, which matched Eddie's own, had helped sell the story. It had earned him coolness points and the nickname "Ozzy”.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. You probably wouldn’t even feel it if I charged you with a battering ram.”

“Stop flirting with my boyfriend, Ozzy,” comes James’ teasing voice. “I think you’ve got your hands full with your own.” Steve knows James isn’t actually jealous—anyone with eyes can see he’s completely gone on Eddie. Robin’s words, not his. She’d visited them about three months ago during a break in the tour and had teased him mercilessly. Steve plans to return the favor once she finds someone who steals her heart. It’s what best friends do.

“Speaking of—think you could open the door for me?” Steve nods at the amp he’s still carrying. “My hands are full, and this thing’s getting heavy.”

“Sure thing,” Sam says, already moving to open the door as James smirks at Steve.

“Your game’s slipping, Oz. Pretty soon you won’t even be able to toss Munson around.”

“What a sad day that would be,” chimes a familiar voice as the door swings open, revealing Eddie’s grinning face. He winks at Steve. “But that day’ll never come, right, big boy?”

“Never,” Steve promises as he sets the amp down and immediately sweeps Eddie off his feet, pulling him into his arms. Eddie whoops loudly, then breaks into manic laughter, clearly riding high on adrenaline and endorphins.

Steve lets Eddie slide down his body, his hands resting firmly on Eddie’s hips, holding him close as Eddie beams down at him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says, voice warm and a bit breathless.

“Hey, baby. You look happy.”

Leaning in until their noses are almost touching, Eddie grins and says, “That’s because I am! Did you see us, Stevie? We rocked! I told you, Phoenix needed fire. They loved it, didn’t they?”

Steve rubs their noses together, his heart swelling at how excited—and just plain adorable—Eddie is after a good show.

“They loved you,” he says proudly, his voice going rough. “But they can’t have you.”

Eddie’s grin turns mischievous. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Yes,” Steve almost growls. He knows exactly where this is headed, but he can’t resist. Something about the way Eddie commands the stage and the way people respond to him always stirs Steve’s more possessive side.

Good thing Eddie loves it.

“And why is that?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer, but playing along. It feels like they’re the only two in the room, though Steve knows everyone else is well-accustomed to their little ritual by now.

Another growl rises in Steve’s chest. “Because you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Eddie agrees, and finally leans in to kiss him.

It stays gentle and innocent for all of five seconds before Eddie, ever the troublemaker, lets out a quiet moan against Steve’s lips. It’s a sound that’s practically Pavloved Steve into instant reaction; he bites down on Eddie’s lower lip, slipping his tongue into Eddie’s willing mouth when he gasps in response. The familiar shock of Eddie’s tongue piercing, cool and metallic against his own tongue, is addictive, a reminder of just how intoxicatingly Eddie he is. And as soon as he catches that taste of energy drink Eddie always downs like water before a show, Steve is completely done for.

He couldn’t say exactly why—certainly not in this moment, when he’s all lust and love and instinct, and not even later when his head isn’t so full of EddieEddieEddie. Maybe it’s because that taste, coupled with the playful brush of that piercing, makes everything feel so real. Tangible. No one else knows the slightly off-putting tang of that artificial drink on Eddie’s tongue, or the way the cold steel feels against his lip as Eddie’s tongue brushes past it. It’s not something he could’ve imagined back when he used to daydream about kissing Eddie in Hawkins, when they’d still been circling each other. Watching, waiting, pining.

They let themselves get carried away, hands wandering over sweat-soaked clothes, slipping beneath them and feeling slick skin, neither of them having had a moment to shower or change. Not that they care. They’ve seen, touched, tasted each other like this a hundred times, and to Steve, it’s just one more part of this that feels undeniable. Real.

Eddie’s right hand finds its way into Steve’s hair, gripping just the right amount of tight, while his other hand explores the skin beneath Steve’s tank top. His fingers skim along the waistband of Steve’s pants, light and teasing, and it’s maddening how much Steve wants him to dive deeper, to put those skilled fingers to use. Steve’s own hands are busy, shoved down the back pockets of Eddie’s nearly scandalous leather pants, kneading the flesh beneath as he pulls Eddie even closer.

It’s only when Eddie slips a leg between Steve’s spread ones, his thigh pressing deliciously against him, that Steve feels his knees go weak. Pulling away from Eddie’s mouth takes what feels like Herculean strength, and he only just manages to break the kiss, his forehead pressed to his boyfriend’s as they both pant, breaths coming in heavy and warm. The sound is loud enough to almost drown out the creaking of someone shifting in an old chair nearby.

That’s when Steve remembers they’re not alone in the room.

A loud throat-clearing cuts through the haze, and Steve opens his eyes to see Gareth, sitting with a wicked grin, tossing a crumpled-up piece of paper at Eddie’s back. “Oi, lovebirds,” he says, “save those bedroom eyes for the actual bedroom, Munson.”

Eddie grins, unashamed, flashing Gareth a mock salute. “I don’t need a bedroom for bedroom activities, losers.”

Jeff leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, smirking. “Can’t say I’m surprised. You two always manage to bring your own kind of encore,” he teases, waggling his eyebrows in a way that’s both exaggerated and somehow fond.

From across the room, their sound tech, Lucy, chuckles as she shoves a bag into her duffel. “Guess the ‘Phoenix’ isn’t the only thing heating up tonight,” she jokes, grinning at Steve’s half-embarrassed, half-amused expression.

“And he'll rise again and again and again,” tones Frank’s dry voice, making Eddie cackle and waggle his eyebrows at Steve.

Jeff groans at the horrible innuendos. “Don’t mind us, we’re heading out anyway. Figured we’d leave you two to, ah, continue the celebration?”

Eddie flashes them all a shameless grin, winking as he wraps an arm around Steve’s waist. “You all sound jealous,” he quips, barely missing a beat.

Gareth laughs, grabbing his jacket. “Oh, trust me, I’m good. Those pants are enough of a show by themselves,” he teases, smirking. “But seriously—thanks for sparing us the rest.”

As the last few crew members file out, tossing in good-natured jabs and rolling their eyes, Jeff gives Steve a pat on the back. “You’ve got him all to yourself now, Harrington,” he says with a smirk. “Don’t wear him out too much. We’ve still got another show tomorrow.”

And with a final chorus of laughter and a few mock wolf whistles, the door swings shut, leaving them in blissful privacy.

Steve sighs, his forehead still resting against Eddie’s, his own grin breaking through as they’re finally alone. “Well,” he murmurs, voice low, “now, where were we?”

“You mean before you were trying to ravage me in front of our friends?” Eddie says with a shit-eating grin, as if Steve were the only one acting like a love-struck teenager. Steve would be more annoyed if it weren’t for the happy flutter in his chest when Eddie says, “our friends.” An image flashes through his mind, unbidden—Dustin, animated and in charge, leading a round of their fantasy game, the same one Eddie used to lead. Steve remembers watching, his heart aching like an open wound, because by then, Eddie had been gone for three months.

Steve had let him go.

Eddie had asked Steve to come with him, his head on Steve’s chest as they lay tangled in Eddie’s bed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I have to go, Stevie. This town is killing me. But I don’t want to go without you. Please, come with me. Let us be free together.”

But Steve had said no. He'd told himself it was for the kids, that they needed someone to stay and look after them. But deep down he knew that wasn't the real reason. At least not the whole reason. He didn't say no because he didn't want to go with Eddie, but because he wanted it too much. Wanting things, wanting people too much had left its mark, and some of those scars still ached some days, worse than his physical ones, the phantom pain of a broken heart and shattered dreams. Eddie had asked him why, his voice trembling, and Steve had lied, making Eddie believe there was nothing between them that warranted uprooting his whole life. It was the only way to set Eddie free, even if it meant breaking both their hearts. His own fears and insecurities were not going to be the thing that stopped Eddie from making his own dreams come true.

“I think I was telling you about the show,” Eddie says, breaking Steve from the painful memory with a grin. “What’d you think, Stevie? Rockstar-worthy?”

The question brings him back, though the ache of the past lingers in his chest. His voice is quieter, more earnest than he intended. “More than that. I always knew you were born for this, Eds. That people should hear your stories, see you, and the wonder you are.”

He knows he’s gone too deep, missed the playful mark by a mile. But Eddie, who’s all brashness and boldness on the surface, can read Steve better than anyone. Sensing the shift, he meets Steve’s gaze with a softness that’s rare and achingly sincere.

“I only ever needed one person to see me, Stevie.”

Now, Steve believes Eddie. It hadn’t always been like that, though. He’d struggled to accept that Eddie truly wanted him—Steve Harrington, the guy who’d peaked in high school, who didn’t have much to show now that the world wasn’t ending and no one needed him to swing his nail-studded bat, or throw himself between monsters and the people he loved.

His doubts had almost cost him the chance to be loved the way he’d always dreamed.

Gazing into Eddie’s warm, dark eyes, filled with so much love and sincerity it almost hurt to look at, Steve decided to push down the strange wave of melancholy that had crept over him. Eddie was here, they were here, and Steve wasn’t going to waste another second thinking about the past and the what-ifs. He’d focus instead on showing Eddie just how rockstar-worthy he truly was.

“Is that so?” Steve asks, his tone coy as he ducks his head just enough to look up at Eddie from beneath his lashes. His fingers trail slowly up Eddie’s stomach and chest, and with his voice dropping to a low, inviting register, he murmurs, “What if he wants to see more of you?”

Eddie searches his face, the shift in mood not lost on him. For a moment, it looks like he’s deciding whether to let Steve get away with it or press him about the strange melancholy that had surfaced just moments ago. But then a slow smile spreads across those full lips, and Steve feels the thrill of Eddie giving in.

“Mmm,” Eddie muses aloud, his gaze mischievous. “I think he’ll have to wait for that. Earn it, really.”

“How?” Steve asks, his voice barely more than a breath, eager and completely captivated.

Eddie leans in, nosing his way along the line of Steve’s jaw until he reaches his ear. “Be a good boy, of course.”

A shiver ripples through Steve’s body, though he couldn’t say if it’s from Eddie’s warm breath on that sensitive patch of skin or from the words themselves.

Steve’s breath hitches, and he fights to keep his composure, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “And if I’m not?” he teases, his voice low but challenging, tilting his head to give Eddie even better access to his neck.

Eddie chuckles, his lips ghosting just below Steve’s ear. “Then I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge here,” he murmurs, voice warm and rough, a promise wrapped in mischief.

Steve lets out a shaky laugh, his fingers curling into the leather of Eddie’s jacket. “Guess I’ll have to be extra good, then,” he replies, his tone daring but with that undeniable note of surrender only Eddie could pull from him.

The sharp nip of Eddie’s teeth sinking into the tender skin just above Steve’s pulse point quickly gives way to pleasure as his tongue soothes over the bite. “That’s right,” Eddie murmurs against the spit-slick skin, his voice low and warm. “So be a good boy and lay down on that amp you oh-so-helpfully carried in here.”

It takes Steve a beat to process, his brain a little scrambled from the emotional whiplash of the past few moments—pride, love, possessiveness, melancholy, lust, and back to love, all tumbling through him. He blinks up at Eddie, parsing out the command, and Eddie arches an eyebrow, giving the amp a pointed look.

With a playful bite of his lower lip, Steve nods and, after stealing one more quick kiss, saunters over, hips swaying just enough to make Eddie’s gaze darken. The back-and-forth between them is new to Steve, something he never had with the girls he dated before, this easy way they can trade roles, each giving and taking as they like, slipping between comfort and thrill with ease.

Right now, Steve’s perfectly ready to take whatever Eddie has in mind.

The amp’s just high enough that he doesn’t have to contort too much to lie on it, bracing his upper body on his forearms comfortably. Not exactly nap material, but he isn’t here to relax. It lets him tilt his hips, though, and he pushes his ass out in invitation, casting a look over his shoulder to find Eddie watching him with wide, hungry eyes, his hand pressed firmly against himself.

“You wanna take a picture?” Steve teases, wiggling his ass with a grin. “Or are you finally gonna put your money where your mouth is?”

Eddie’s startled laugh echoes in the empty room, and Steve’s grin widens, his heart racing at how fun it is to let loose with Eddie like this.

At last Eddie moves, taking off his leather jacket before closing the distance between them, and his hands settle on Steve's hips, firm and possessive. “Oh, I’m definitely putting my mouth somewhere, princess.”

With a teasing slowness, Eddie’s hands slide from Steve’s hips around to his front, fingers working open the button on his cargo pants. He takes his time, drawing out each motion—the button popping, the zipper sliding down, every small movement building up the anticipation until the air between them practically hums. Bit by bit, Eddie tugs Steve’s pants and underwear down over his hips, savoring every inch of skin he exposes to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

Steve’s patience frays fast, and with a breathless whine, he finally mutters, “Eddie, come on.”

Eddie just chuckles, then nips at the small heart-shaped tattoo on Steve's left buttock. While Eddie's body is littered with black ink, this is Steve's only one so far. Eddie had talked Steve into it when he came with him to get the Phoenix tattooed on his left arm. “I’m unwrapping my favorite present here, babe. Gotta savor it.”

Steve barely has time to roll his eyes before Eddie’s mouth descends once again, and this time it’s warm lips and tongue tracing a slow line along the curve of his lower back, licking up the faint sheen of sweat gathered there. The heat of Eddie’s mouth steals the words right from him, and instead a rough “Fuck” slips out, loud and unfiltered.

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, sounding downright smug. “But first? I’m treating myself to a sweet little appetizer.”

Steve finds out exactly what Eddie means when his tongue dips lower, slipping between his cheeks with a slow, tantalizing precision. His pants are still bunched around his upper thighs, limiting his movement, but as always, Eddie makes the most of the space he has.

The heat of Eddie’s tongue leaves a burning trail down his skin, edging closer to where Steve wants him most, while Eddie’s hands grip his hips and pull up his tank top, his hold firm and anchoring, as if grounding them both in the pleasure building between them. But just as Steve expects Eddie to go further, he pulls back, taking his time sliding Steve’s pants all the way off, leaving him bare from the waist down.

“God, would you look at this? Fuck, I still can’t believe it sometimes,” Eddie mutters, his voice thick with reverence. “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson gets to have the most gorgeous guy in the world. Part of me wishes I could show you off to everyone right now, do this to you up on stage, so they’d know exactly how lucky I am.”

The thought sends a thrill through Steve—a fantasy he’s toyed with more than once. It’s one of those ideas they’ll never act on, but one that he loves to imagine just the same.

“But hey, this is the next best thing,” Eddie continues, still kneeling behind him, his hands sliding up Steve’s legs, fingertips pressing into the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. “Right here, where anyone could walk in, could see you with your ass up like this for me. And they’d be so damn jealous. But they don’t get you—you’re mine, just like I’m yours.”

As if sealing his words, Eddie spreads him open and lets a warm trail of saliva slide down, glistening as it slips toward his entrance. Steve can’t see him from this angle, but he can feel Eddie’s gaze, heavy and possessive, just before he leans back in, his tongue pressing deep, the metal of his piercing gracing the sensitive skin of his entrance, sending a shiver down Steve’s spine.

Steve feels like he’s going out of his mind, the way Eddie holds him down, keeping his hips pinned firmly in place, letting Steve have only as much as he’s willing to give. It’s torture—he wants to push back, to make Eddie’s tongue delve deeper, faster. But Eddie’s having none of it. For all his usual impatience and impulsiveness, in moments like this, Eddie becomes a master of restraint, driving Steve up the wall with it.

It’s infuriating. It’s maddening. It’s also the single hottest thing Steve’s ever experienced.

His breathing is rough, coming in shallow pants that mix with the filthy, wet sounds filling the room as he loses himself in the relentless, almost lazy pace Eddie keeps. Eddie’s tongue teases, sliding in with agonizing slowness, while his content, low hums add a pulse of heat through Steve’s body. Eddie pauses now and then to add more spit, until Steve’s slick, almost dripping, every nerve thrumming with need.

“Edd-die,” he gasps, his voice thin with desperation, almost lost beneath the steady, obscene rhythm. “Pleasepleaseplease.”

He’s shamelessly begging now, but doesn’t care. Eddie lives to hear him beg, and maybe, just maybe, Steve can get what he wants, too.

Eddie chuckles low, his tone one of pure satisfaction. “Please what, my love?”

Of course, he’d make Steve say it. Typical. Alright then, two can play this game, Steve thinks and decides to see just how steady Eddie’s self-control really is.

“Please,” he says, his tone turning breathy, edging into desperate pleading. “Please, give me that thick cock. Fill me so deep I can taste it. Make me take it, make me yours. Make me forget everything—everyone—but you, fucking me so good.”

Eddie growls, the sound low and guttural, and Steve smirks, triumphant.

Checkmate.

A finger suddenly presses at his entrance, sliding in easily where he’s already loose and wet from Eddie’s mouth and tongue. Steve arches back, pushing onto the finger, forcing it deeper with a groan that earns him a low chuckle.

“So greedy,” Eddie murmurs, his voice thick with approval as he works his finger in and out with a steady rhythm. Soon, he adds a second finger, stretching him open, sliding in with only the slightest resistance. There’s a slow burn, one he welcomes, letting it remind him how real this all is.

“Look at you,” Eddie muses, voice dark and low. “So needy, taking it so well. I wanted to take my time with you tonight—take you apart, bit by bit, until you were wrecked.” He pauses, letting his fingers curl inside. “But you just wouldn’t let me, huh?”

Steve shudders, Eddie’s words digging deeper than his touch, leaving him desperate and tingling all over. Eddie’s tone is playful, a tease threaded with adoration, and Steve knows he’s on the edge of getting everything he wants, even if Eddie just can’t resist drawing it out. Clenching down on Eddie’s fingers, he says with a challenging grin, “There’s lube in my pocket. Right side.”

Eddie’s breath hitches, his fingers stilling just for a moment before he drops his forehead onto the small of Steve’s back with a heartfelt groan. “You’ll be the death of me, Stevie. God, I love you.”

Steve laughs, even as his voice comes out shaky. “I love you, too. Now, would you please hurry up and fuck me already before I die of old age?”

Eddie’s laugh vibrates against his spine as he reaches down and into Steve’s pocket, retrieving the lube with a triumphant little sound. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m about to make sure every second counts.”

Steve is counting on it.

He watches as Eddie tears open the corner of the small lube satchel with his teeth, his other hand still buried deep inside Steve. Their eyes lock, and Eddie throws him a cheeky wink before drizzling the cool liquid directly over where his fingers are working him open. The sharp contrast of the chill against his heated skin sends a shiver racing up Steve’s spine.

Eddie spreads the lube with practiced ease, his thumb joining in to work it deeper. His movements are confident, deliberate, and Steve can’t help but marvel at how well they’ve come to know each other’s bodies. He thinks back to their first time: the fumbling hands, lube smeared everywhere, hesitant stops and whispered reassurances, mixed with laughter and tender kisses. Now, there’s a rhythm between them, a deep familiarity that doesn’t dull the edge of excitement but makes it sweeter, more profound.

Steve’s awareness narrows to the sensation of Eddie’s fingers stroking inside him, teasing just right. Meanwhile, Eddie’s mouth and tongue explore every inch of skin they can reach, leaving trails of wet heat in their wake. Time becomes meaningless, and Steve lets go completely, unbothered by the sounds spilling from his lips or how desperately he’s moving into Eddie’s touch. He’s pliant, undone, surrendering himself fully to the moment.

And then, suddenly, Eddie’s fingers withdraw. Steve lets out a whine of protest, his body already aching for more.

Placing a soothing kiss over Steve’s heart tattoo, Eddie murmurs, “Shhh, sweetheart, I’m just giving you what you want.”

Anticipation coils tight in Steve’s belly as the emptiness makes him hyper-aware of every nerve ending. Seconds stretch into agonizing hours before he feels the thick head of Eddie’s cock pressing against his slick entrance.

“Ready, love?” Eddie asks, his voice low and warm.

“Please,” Steve breathes, his entire body taut with need.

Eddie doesn’t waste another moment. He pushes in slowly, steadily, until his hips are flush against Steve’s. Even with the careful preparation and Steve’s eagerness, it’s still a lot, and he sucks in a sharp breath, needing a moment to adjust. Sensing this, Eddie stills, his hand sliding forward to find Steve’s. He intertwines their fingers, squeezing gently, a silent reminder that they’re in this together.

A bead of sweat trickles down Steve’s temple as he exhales deliberately, forcing his body to relax. He squeezes Eddie’s hand in return, grounding himself in the connection.

“I’m ready,” he says softly, his voice steady. “You can move.”

Months ago, Eddie might have asked again, just to be sure, but now he trusts Steve’s word implicitly. He responds with a reassuring squeeze to Steve’s hip before pulling out almost entirely and sinking back in just as slowly. The deliberate drag of Eddie’s cock has Steve’s nerves sparking like live wires, every inch of the stretch intense and maddeningly good.

Steve lifts their joined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s knuckles. His voice comes out wrecked, raw with need.

“Faster,” he pleads, his breath hitching. “Please.”

As much as Eddie loves to tease, drawing out both their pleasure until Steve feels like he’s teetering on the edge of madness, he loves giving Steve what he wants even more. And tonight, Steve has been a very good boy—just like Eddie had asked. So when Eddie withdraws again only to slam back in without hesitation, setting a relentless pace, Steve knows this is his reward.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” Eddie mutters, his voice hoarse and awestruck.

The question isn’t meant to be answered, and Steve is far too gone to respond anyway. Instead, he pushes back into every thrust, letting the intense, repeated sensation of Eddie filling him wipe away any semblance of coherent thought. His cock hangs heavy and aching, no doubt dripping pre-cum onto the floor beneath them. For a fleeting moment, a hysterical image pops into his head: one of them slipping in it, both crashing down, stark naked.

But then Eddie’s next thrust slams right into his prostate, obliterating the thought entirely. What escapes Steve’s lips isn’t laughter but a long, shameless moan.

“There—fuck, there,” he gasps, his voice raw with need, urging Eddie to do it again.

Eddie doesn’t disappoint. Now that he’s found the perfect angle, his thrusts hit that spot with precision, sending sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through Steve’s body. Each impact wrings high-pitched, breathless ah, ah, ahs from him as he clings to the amp for stability, every muscle taut and trembling. The pleasure is building fast, a searing heat that coils tight in his belly, but it’s not enough.

Steve’s cock pulses painfully, desperate for attention, but he can’t reach it. His arms are trapped beneath him, and trying to shift even a fraction risks toppling them both. The need is maddening, almost unbearable, and his whimpers grow louder as frustration mixes with the overwhelming stimulation.

When the constant onslaught skirts the edge of too much, his moans turn to pleading whines, raw and vulnerable. He’s close, so close, but he needs just a little more.

“Shhh,” Eddie coos, slowing his thrusts as his hand rubs soothing circles over Steve’s back. “What is it, baby?”

The change in pace gives Steve a reprieve from the relentless pounding against his prostate. He sags forward, caught in the strange limbo of both relief and frustration, his need to come still burning hot and bright in his groin.

“I’m so close, but I need…” he trails off, his voice cracking with emotion. The sound mortifies him, and the tears edging into his tone threaten to spill over. Eddie stills entirely, his concern immediate.

“What do you need? I’ll give you everything, love, anything you want.” Before Steve can manage a response, Eddie drapes himself over his back, the weight of him grounding, the motion pushing him deeper inside. His lips brush the shell of Steve’s ear, and he whispers, “You need my hand? Want me to touch that pretty cock of yours, gorgeous?”

Steve lets out a soft, desperate whine, his body trembling. It’s all the answer Eddie needs.

Eddie’s arm snakes around Steve’s chest, his palm resting gently against his throat—not squeezing, just holding, steadying him. His other hand slides down and wraps around Steve’s aching cock. Steve shudders at the first firm stroke, the slickness of pre-cum making each movement smooth and electric.

“I—I won’t last long,” Steve manages, his voice wrecked as the coil in his belly winds tighter with each pump of Eddie’s hand.

Eddie nips at Steve’s earlobe, his voice rough with lust. “Don’t worry, baby. Me neither. I’ve been on edge since you walked in carrying that stupid amp, wearing that indecent outfit, showing off those arms like some kind of wet dream.”

Despite the intensity of the moment, Steve laughs, the motion jolting Eddie’s cock inside him. He clenches involuntarily, drawing a deep moan from Eddie that vibrates against his skin. “What the hell is indecent about a black tank top and cargo pants?”

“You wearing them.” Eddie’s tone is all duh, and it sends another wave of laughter spilling from Steve’s lips.

“You fucking sap,” Steve teases, the love in his voice unmistakable.

“Oh no, you’re fucking a sap, sweetheart,” Eddie shoots back, his cheekiness undiminished. “Now, how about you take what you need, huh? Fuck yourself on my cock, use my hand while you’re at it.”

Only Eddie could turn cheesy banter into something this hot, and Steve has no intention of arguing.

With Eddie’s arm propping him up, Steve finds just enough leverage to move. He thrusts forward into Eddie’s hand, the tight circle of his boyfriend’s fingers sparking pleasure through him, before shifting back to impale himself again. He angles his hips, seeking that perfect spot, brushing it just enough to send sparks shooting up his spine. Combined with the steady friction of Eddie’s hand, it’s almost too much to bear.

The improvised rhythm of his movements grows frantic as he races toward the edge. Behind him, Eddie’s breaths come hot and fast against his neck, and his grip tightens, keeping Steve grounded even as he comes undone.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” Eddie pants, his voice raw with emotion and lust. “Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy alive. I love you so much.”

Trust Eddie to pour his heart out in the middle of this. And trust Steve to have those words be what finally pushes him over the edge.

Steve’s orgasm tears through him like a wildfire, leaving him shaking and breathless. It feels like it goes on forever, each wave dragging him deeper into a blissful haze until his legs threaten to buckle beneath him. Eddie’s arms tighten around him, steadying him as he continues thrusting, fucking Steve through his release, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

When the high begins to fade, Steve’s nerves flare with overstimulation. Eddie’s movements, once perfect, now teeter on the edge of too much. A shudder ripples through Steve, a mix of cooling sweat and discomfort making him tremble.

Eddie stills immediately, in tune with him as always. “Want me to pull out?” he asks softly. “I can finish in my hand. Two pulls, max.” His voice is gentle, full of love and concern, and it makes Steve’s heart ache in the best way.

“No,” Steve murmurs, voice still shaky. “I want to feel it. Want to know I’m yours—wet and dripping with your cum while we walk to the car.”

“Jesus, Stevie,” Eddie groans, his hips twitching involuntarily.

“Come on, baby,” Steve encourages, voice husky and teasing. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

That’s all Eddie needs. He grips Steve tighter, hauling him upright so their bodies are flush. His chest presses against Steve’s back, his arm locks around Steve’s waist, and he moves with renewed intensity. Eddie’s hips snap against him, each thrust urgent, driven by need and love. He buries his face in Steve’s neck, grunting and panting, entirely lost in the moment.

It doesn’t take long. Eddie’s rhythm falters, his breath catching. “Fuck, Steve—fuckfuckfuck,” he groans, voice breaking as he spills inside him, warmth flooding between them.

They collapse together, Steve barely catching himself on trembling arms before he face-plants into the amp. Eddie slumps against him, muttering a soft, “Sorry—can’t feel my legs.”

Steve bursts into laughter, his body shaking with it. Eddie joins in moments later, his laugh raspy and infectious. The movement dislodges Eddie’s softening cock, and Steve grimaces at the inevitable sensation of cum leaking out. It’s a mess, but he wouldn’t change a thing.

After a few beats of shared laughter and steadying breaths, Eddie peels off his own shirt, using it to clean them both.

“You’ll get cold,” Steve says, voice softer now, even as he leans into Eddie’s tender touches.

“I’ve got you to keep me warm, don’t I?” Eddie quips with a grin.

“Only if you cuddle me first,” Steve counters, mock-serious. “You can’t just use me for my body heat. I have standards, you know.”

“Sure you do, sweetheart,” Eddie replies with a chuckle, pulling Steve into his arms and leading them toward the worn couch in the corner of the room. They sink down together, Eddie sprawling on his back with Steve sprawled across him, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

They continue to lay there, tangled together in the lazy, sated warmth of post-coital bliss. Steve is already half-asleep, his head resting on Eddie’s chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of Eddie’s heartbeat and the gentle stroke of his fingers through Steve’s hair. Eddie presses a kiss to his temple, a smile tugging at his lips as he breaks the comfortable silence.

“So,” Eddie begins, his voice soft, curious, “you gonna tell me what had you in such a weird mood earlier?”

Steve hums, the sound vibrating through Eddie’s chest. He considers brushing it off, but Eddie’s been patient, and he deserves the truth. “Got an invitation from Dustin and the kids,” Steve says finally. “To their graduation. It’s for both of us, actually.”

Eddie stills, his hand pausing mid-stroke. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, his voice low. “Made me think about stuff, I guess. Like… leaving Hawkins. Leaving them.” He tilts his head to look up at Eddie, his expression thoughtful. “And whether I regret it.”

Eddie’s breath catches, his hand resuming its motion in Steve’s hair as he braces himself for Steve’s answer. “Do you?”

Steve doesn’t hesitate. “No. Not even for a second.” He shifts so he can meet Eddie’s eyes fully, a soft smile curving his lips. “If anything, I’m grateful Dustin kicked my ass into following you. The little shit was right—they’re fine without me. But I’m not sure I’d have been okay if I stayed.”

Steve sits up slightly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Eddie’s chest, tracing tattoos and scars alike. “I’ve been thinking about how lucky I am. That I’m here. With you. That it all worked out the way it did.”

Eddie blinks, his throat working as he processes Steve’s words. “You’re not the only one who got lucky, Stevie,” he says, his voice tinged with raw honesty. “Leaving without you broke me. Felt like I’d left my heart in Hawkins while the rest of me moved to LA. The day you showed up? It was like the last puzzle piece finally slid into place. Like the universe had been holding its breath, waiting for us to figure it out.”

Steve’s smile widens, his hand cupping Eddie’s jaw as he leans up to press a tender kiss to his lips. “I love you,” he murmurs, the words soft but fierce, carrying every ounce of emotion he feels.

“I love you, too,” Eddie replies, his voice steady and sure, as if he’s been waiting his whole life to say it.

They settle back into each other’s arms, the greenroom quiet save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant sounds of the venue being cleaned up. The world outside feels a million miles away, and for now, that’s exactly where it can stay.

Here, with Eddie, Steve is home.

[justaaveragereader]

10.12 || Imp!San

Pairing: San x Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Dom!San, Public Sex, Fingering, Humiliation, Breast Play, Clit Play, Name Calling (Slut, Baby), Squirting, Marking Exhibitionism, If I Missed Anything…Let Me Know🫣!

A/N:Im still glassesless, but hopefully not for much longer so excuse the spelling errors. Ya girl writes these with one eye open😭😂due to one eye being nearsighted😵‍💫.

Kinktober Masterlist

First we always ask for consent, consent is very important when dealing with a human.”

San says very seriously, wanting to make sure everyone in the village understood the importance of it. You were seated on a wooden table, staring at the large crowd before you, when San had brought up the idea of teaching his people how sex was with the human race. Stressing to him that you were his human, and that while he was going to show them how your body operated, every human is different. You and San had been together for two years, you had stumbled across them when he was trying to trick you out of your coin purse. Not falling for his handsomely, devilish trickery he had grown attached, and immediately infatuated with you. A lot of his villagers had never seen an actual human before. Only certain imps were allowed to leave the village, San being the only one bold enough to try his trickeries on a human.

When he had first brought up the idea to you, your body immediately got hot, the thought of being on clear display for his whole village to see made your mouth moist, the various eyes on you, learning the way San works your body to complete bliss had your mind spacing, thinking of all the ways he could teach them.

That's how you got into the situation you were in now, your legs cocked open on the wooden table, your dress hiked up to your knees, with Sans hand rubbing your folds between your panties, applying light pressure to your clit with each stroke. Making you bite your lip, trying your best to hold back your whimpers. You listened to San speak with heavy authority about how and what to do to get you aroused, the dominance in his voice made you feel fuzzy. Everytime he would nudge your clit, the fabric of your panties would get soaked, the wet spot on your panties getting more visible by the second, while you so easily agreed to help San with this, you couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, your skin prickled with heat of humiliation yet all it did was aid to the wet spot on your panties. It’s like San knew you better than you knew yourself in situations like this, he knew how to make your body tick. The cool breeze on your wet cunt was enough to pull you out of your own head. Pulling your panties to the side so your cunt was on display, he pushed his thumb on your clit, slowly moving it in circles, he had been playing with your pussy for what felt like hours. Your toes were aching from clenching them due to you holding back your own orgasm.

“See how pretty her pussy is? When it’s wet like this, it’s a good thing, it means she feels really good. Isn’t that right baby?” He whispers the last line into your neck, standing behind you so that everyone can get a clear display of you. Before you can answer the crowd he plunges two fingers into your eager cunt, you have been dying for any sort of penetration. Letting out an airy moan you cock your head back, colliding softly with Sans big shoulders. Gripping your face with his free hand, he brings your head back to face the crowd, embarrassment filling your core as you stare at all of their big eyes in amazement, the humiliation fuels to no end, San still plunging his fingers in and out of you, as you grow hotter with embarrassment your cunt grows wetter with arousal. Letting out a low chuckle behind you, San kisses a spot below your ear lobe, clearly seeing you get off at being humiliated like you are some science toy project for everyone to learn from.

“When you are fingering your human like this, make sure you apply pressure to the clit, which not a lot of people can find. But when you do apply pressure, make sure it’s not too rough, just medium pressure with circular movements.”

One of the imps in the crowd raises their hand, San nods his head, signaling the imp that he can proceed with whatever he wants to say.

“Well what happens when you are multitasking with your fingers and your thumb?” The imp asks curiously, eyes boring into your finger stuffed pussy. San lets out a low chuckle, fingers picking up pace, pushing over, and over against that spongy spot, his thumb rubbing quicker circles now.

“You can make them cum.” San speaks in such a deep tone you can feel his chest vibrate with the need to make you cum, he wants to show his villagers what your body does for him, and only him. Picking up the pace, he continues speaking on the pros of what to do, and the cons of what not to do when playing with a human, yet the embarrassment that’s flowing through your veins is making your brain short circuit, the way everyone is staring at you, is prickling your skin with heat. You can feel a head of sweat drip down your spine. Biting your lip you grip the table beneath you.

“And if your human is an obedient, needy slut like mine, they like being told what to do. She's not going to cum without my permission. Because she’s an obedient sub. Not every human is like that, you have bratty subs, mean doms, pleasure doms, the list goes on and on.”

The way he’s talking about you like he’s not finger fucking your cunt is mouth watering, you start to pant, not being able to hold onto your orgasm any longer you cut San off mid sentence while he’s speaking to the crowd.

“Please, please please.” You moan out, your back arching off of his chest, letting out a mocking laugh, he makes you look at the crowd again. Gripping your chin with one of his hands.

“Look at them.” He whispers into your ear. Your skin littering with embarrassment, yet the wet squelching noises coming from between your legs gets louder the more you realize just how many people are looking at you.

“Ask them if you can cum, don’t ask me.” He groans in your ear. Biting your lip you give him a small nod.

“Can I cum please?” You moan out to the audience in front of you, your voice small with embarrassment due to having to ask a whole town of people for your release. Some of their heads shake yes, others side to give you a verbal answer, all of them agreeing to let you cum, some of them yelling at San to open your legs even more so they can see everything, and not miss a thing. With one harsh thrust of his fingers your orgasm snaps you in half, your back arching completely off of San, gripping your body to make sure you don’t slide off the table, your orgasm shoots out of you, soaking your panties that are pushed to the side, your inner thighs drenching in your own juices, a loud moan leaves your lips, your eyes rolling back. Some of your cum lands on the ground in front of you. The crowd lets out loud gasps, some of them let out what you are assuming are moans. Clearly obsessed with what they just saw, San slips his fingers from your cunt, putting them in his mouth to suck off the juices that coat his fingers.

Taking your panties off, he sniffs them, a loud groan leaves his mouth, you can see his pupils dilate, and the grin he has stretches largely across his face. Tossing your panties to the crowd before you, everyone takes a dive trying to see who will get the dampened fabric coated in your juices. Clearing his throat loudly, the attention gets back on you both. Running his fingers between your folds, holding your lips open, everyone’s eyes grow in amazement, they've never seen such a sight before, your cum clearly sitting below you, your ass sticky with your own orgasm. His thumb comes to strum on your clit, causing you to let out a choked out moan, the over stimulation long gone, feeling nothing but pleasure at his touches.

“Everyone see how wet she is!” San practically yells with happiness laced in his tone. Your naked lower half on display for everyone to see. Grabbing the top of your dress he pulls it down, your breasts pop out, the cool air instantly pebbling your nipples. Gripping your breast he smushes them together. Thumb and pointer finger pinching them.

“”And these are breasts. If you have a very horny human like mine, you can make them cum just by playing with them.” San tucks his head in the side of your neck, looking at the crowd before you both. Biting your lip you are clearly getting odd at the fact that he’s throwing you on display for the people in his town to see, to learn how a human body reacts to sexual advances. One of the taller imps raises his hand. Eyes glued to your wet core.

“Can you make her cum again now?” Your eyes grow big, while your core grows wetter. You didn’t think San would’ve even entertained the thought of making you cum in public, yet alone twice in one day. You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the thought of all of those eyes on you once again. Seeing your body writhe in pleasure.

“You hear that? The small noise she made, that’s what a human sounds like when they are needy. This human, she’s a needy little thing. Isn’t that right baby?” He ends his sentence with a deep groan, rubbing his hard cock into your back. Hands coming up and palming your breast once more, alternating between squeezing your nipple and your breast.

“I can make her cum now. But let’s ask her if she wants to cum again .” Your face gets hot with embarrassment, moving your eyes around trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the village. San taps the side of your face with his finger, your eyes instantly shoot up to him. Biting your lip, your body starts growing hot with embarrassment, while you can feel your pussy clench on nothing. You can feel your arousal start to pool once more. It's only a matter of seconds before it starts dripping down your folds, and drips down your leg. The large crowd gasps at the sight, the slickness wetting your inner thighs, small beads of wetness continue to drip.

“I wanna cum now…” you quietly whisper out, only loud enough for San to hear. Letting out a small chuckle he turns toward the crowd, hand cupping your chin making you stare at everyone before you. Nipping at the skin on your neck,

“Say it louder for them darling.”

You can feel him smile into your neck. You nod your head slightly, letting out a small moan at San nipping all over your neck, leaving small marks along your skin.

“I wanna cum again.” You speak a little louder, the crowd before you let out a gasp. Some clapping can be heard, others refuse to move their eyes away from your wet core. Pulling back from your neck, San turns you to the side letting the marks he left on your neck show. A bunch of ooos and ahhhs are heard, the sweat around your hairline starts to run down your neck. Sticking his long tongue out, he swipes it across your neck, collecting the sweat on his tongue, smacking his lips at the last of your saltiness. Moving you so that you are facing the crowd bare chest on display, your nipples hard as rocks but everyone staring at you, soaking in your frazzled state, your eyes blown with lust, your body littered in marks, dress hiked up to your waist. Pushing your body down so your warm chest brushed against the cool wooden table beneath you, San grabs both of your arms, pinning them to your lower back. His clothes hard cock pressing into your wet, bare thighs, the front his pants getting soaked with your juices. Bucking his clothed hips into your ass he leans down nibbling on your earlobe.

“I’m going to fuck you in front of everyone. Be a good girl and show them how good I make you feel in private.”

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Gif And Dividers By @justaaveragereader

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[annie-creates]

I deserved it

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1000

Note: This story is inspired by this amazing song so I'm very greateful to the person who used it for an Agatha edit. Please be aware there's a talk of scars in case it makes you uncomfortable.

When Agatha Harkness entered your apotheke on the outskirts of your town, you thought it must have been a mistake. She would never step into a mile radius of yours willingly. But she wasn’t alone, she had a young boy with her. A kid who was a little too excited to get on the path of death for your liking, but at the same time it intrigued you. It was clear Agatha herself didn’t really want to be here, but once he told you about the coven list, you understood she really didn’t have much of a choice. If she wanted to find the witch’s road, she needed a coven with you in it.

Against your better judgement, you came to the meeting point, other witches already gathering. Quite a weird group in your opinion, Agatha must have been desperate. You couldn’t fathom she’d choose any of them willingly. That’s how you got yourself into the shenanigans of trials and tests, each one crazier than the one before. You weren’t all exactly friendly with each other either, most of you having some old beef with Agatha. Which at least didn’t leave you alone in your reservations towards her.

In the chaos of the last trial Teen got hurt and you all rushed outside to tend to him in the calmer surroundings. Everyone seemed desperate to find something to help, but surprisingly most of all Agatha, who pushed Jen to come up with anything that would help. You stand by his side, calling to your healing powers your hands starting to glow.

„Don’t touch him!“ Agatha screams at you, the cruelty in her voice taking you back.

„Do you want him to live or not?“ You spit back after the initial shock, masking your hurt expression.

In the mean time Jennifer makes her makeshift potion, slowly healing his wound. You take a few steps back, still hurt by the refusal of your help. You watch as they take him to sleep, opting to help Lilia with setting up a campfire instead. She notices your sudden quietness but doesn’t comment on it. The day has been hard on all of you.

“He might get a scar from this one,” Alice comments as she and Jennifer return, leaving Agatha looking after the kid.

“I bet he’ll find it pretty cool,” you answer halfheartedly.

“Do you guys have any magical scars?” She asks, stirring up a friendly conversation. “You’ve already seen mine.”

“I have these from the bounds,” Jen admits showing her wrists with lines that were hardly visible now.

“Look at this,” Lilia shows the side of her neck. “It’s from a vampire… right before I knocked out his other tooth.”

That gets everyone laughing and you must chuckle a little. What a weird group, and yet you kinda did click together. Maybe the choosing wasn’t completely random after all. All covenless witches, renegades who didn’t fit into the society of the outside world. You hear Agatha’s steps before she sits down by the fire, an opportunity they can’t pass on.

“Do you have any battle scars Agatha?” Alice asks lightly.

“Check this out,” she unbuttons her sleeve rolling it up. “Knitting needle right to the elbow.”

“Wow,” Jennifer admires. “What about you Y/n?”

You slowly look up at her, being a little lost in your own thoughts to follow the conversation too closely. You debate yourself for a minute with a loud inhale and exhale, deciding to also share a little piece of your troubled past. So you open the first few buttons of your shirt. There, in the middle of your chest, lies a deep pink scar.

“Oh my god, where did you get that?” Jen asks surprised.

“Well… a long time ago, I had this… person. And I wasn’t able to protect someone very dear to them… so she promised to cut out my heart and never forgive me,” you admit, your eyes glossing over as you remember the painful memory.

“Wow that’s cruel,” Alice whispers taken back by your dark story.

“I guess I deserved it,” you shrug, suddenly feeling colder.

The other women shake their heads clearly disagreeing but it’s not their place to argue with you on your self-esteem and worth. Agatha stays quiet, remembering the day she almost cut your heart out for the loss of her son. Even now, decades later she couldn’t understand how you could fail the one time she really needed you, and it only strengthened her decision that she can’t trust anybody when it comes to important stuff.

You get up after a minute, too lost in your own mind to entertain the ladies. You walk through the forest, immediately missing the warmth of the fire. Were you a good person? Reliable? The people in your life now would surely say yes, the witches on the road didn’t know you enough to judge, and Agatha would definitely have a different opinion. So what’s the right answer? Could you even believe in yourself? If not, how could you ask others to?

Your mind travels back to earlier today when Agatha forbade you from helping, rather entrusting Teen’s life in the hands of a stranger than yours. Did she really think so little of you? That you’d hurt the kid? The answer came walking behind you, subtle rustling of leaves revealing her presence. With a spiteful feeling you think she came to make sure you didn’t poison the boy or something.

“You know, this road is like Switzerland…” Agatha waits for you to turn around and look at her. “So I won’t attack you here… If I don’t have to.”

“Oh what a relief…” you scoff, folding your hands over your chest.

“But don’t expect the same courtesy when we’re outta here,” she warns you. “I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

“Wouldn’t imagine anything else,” you sigh.

“You were right you know?” she adds, already on her walk away from you. “You deserve much worse than just a scar.”

[inesbaby21]

can u do a fic on cheerleader!r getting hurt mid game and azzi dropping everything to go help her even if it’s in the middle of a game

1st Person P.O.V

Me and a few of the girls on the cheer team were practicing, and getting ready for halftime. It was o our last halftime performance before nationals and tension was high to say the least.

Girls having open disputes about things as simple as lipstick, some crying because of hair- and bases with sweaty hands failing to catch their flyers. The entire day had been a hot mess, but the only thing that gave me a slim chance of home was that Azzi (and the girls) were aloud to watch us perform today!

It was something that was rare, but always extremely special to the both of us- as she always wanted to watch me do what I love and on her favorite spot in the world, the court.

I sit myself down on the floor beginning to tie my shoes as it's almost half time. Most of the other girls are doing stretches- or doing some last minute touch up's on that god awful red lipstick.

"Y/N/NNNN" I heard a voice drag out as i look up my eyes meet with Azzi's

"What's wrong?" Azzi says concerned- eyebrows furrowed as she tried to read my face. "S' nothing much baby, i'm just really stressed out about this routine" I say viability upset.

Usually I love flying, and doing stunts, or even tumbling but something about today just felt wrong- like I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried.

"You're gonna do great my love, and I'll be there cheering you on- and supporting you the whole way through just like you're always doing for me" Azzi says leaning down to kiss me ultimately getting the bright red lipstick on her lips and giggling as she walks back to the bench with the disgusting color still visible on them.

"Places ladies places" I yelled looking at the clock- My coach looked at me nodding at she played a split second of the music to make sure all sound checks were cleared. Just standing in place, knowing that essentially if anything were to go wrong I was in charge was not a good feeling to have.

As the music played everyone ran to their spots, doing the elaborate dance/routine until the hard part came- I looked over to my three bases and jogged lightly to my spot.

The three girls silently counted off and very quickly got my into the air. I was in my natural habitat- this is where I never fail to deliver. I did all kinds of stunts, and kept myself upright until my bases began to walk with me. As they walked, It was choreographed that i continued to stunt.

I felt it, I heard my stunt group arguing quietly beneath the music- having had problems all week I was almost sure they were going to be at each others throats tonight.

"Ella move your fucking hand off of her right leg" Kamryn quietly yelled to the tan girl as they stopped mid step to get back to the almost muscle memory argument that had occurred since the 4 girls were placed with one another. I listened to them bicker as I continued to stunt, I couldn't stop mid leap. Unbeknownst to the arguing girls, they had lost their once strong grip on me- and almost immediately I came falling down to the ground.

As I came down, I heard Kamryn and Ella mutter a "shit"- as they heard my harsh impact with the ground and the stomach churning scream I let out as I heard something snap that Honestly wasn't supposed to.

"Oh my god" I heard my mom (and coach) yell as my vision and hearing began to fade in and out ever so slightly.

"Fuck" I heard Azzi yell as she ran over to me and my mom- watching as my body began to shake, my head almost immediately colliding with the floor as my body began to convulse. And with that ladies and gentlemen, I began to seize. Almost immediately medics came to assist the situation, and no sooner I was taken to the Hospital. I vaguely remember Ella, and Kamryn getting yelled at by my backspot, mom, and then a sobbing Azzi as they stood there still in shock.

"How could you two be so irresponsible?" My mother shouted "You had one job ladies and that was to support her- You two are done for the week ladies go home and figure out your mess come back when your ready to actually work and not waste my time." she shouted dismissing the two girls as she and Azzi followed the medics to the ambulance.

"I love you Az" I weakly said about to drift off into a meditation induced sleep. Leaning in to kiss her lips one last time for the night.

"I love you too Y/N/N- get some rest baby" she said noticing me drifting and I did just that.

this was actually kinda butt yall and i have like 5 more requests to do omg.

[luvyurself]

hugs and kisses

a/n : imma vomit on the floor I need him.

flufftober masterlist

c/w: she/her, reverse comfort a lil, he’s worried a bit, but we love him, set after the events of episode three, it’s been a moment since I saw the anime, bear with me, he adores you, its sickening, hope you break up

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she stirred a bit as she felt a pepper of kisses on her cheek, traveling around her face and finally landing on her lips with the wrapping of a pair of arms around her.

the action wasn’t unwelcome, but it definitely shook her concise of being more awake than asleep. she then felt cold metal fingers trace along her face, squishing her cheeks together as she heard a voice softly sigh.

“your so beautiful.” he whispered, pressing another kiss on her forehead this time.

a mumble left her lips, not even bothering to open her eyes, “thank you…now go to sleep.” the sleepy tone in her voice made him laugh as she felt his head drop to the crook of her neck.

“how can I when I got such a gorgeous angel next to me?” he pressed another few kisses on her neck, his voice soft next to her ear making her shiver a bit.

“your beauty is keeping me awake.” his tone was filled with love for her, twirling a strand of hair on his finger.

she gave a playful huff, opening her eyes to look down at him.

he picked his head up to stare at her, the dazzling lovesick smile on his lips as she stared into his blue eyes behind those yellow tinted glasses.

vash was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid her eyes on. he was everything to her, and her to him.

this man was no dangerous outlaw, in fact, he had the purest heart of gold that someone could ever have. she knew him well, as much as she would say she did, and knew that he would never malicious hurt anyone for his own benefit.

she stood by his side when he was met with anger from jeneora, tightly squeezing his hand in an attempt of comfort when they told him to leave after learning of his relation to knives.

she wasted no time joining him and the two reporters to find his brother and clear his name.

the travel would be long, but she was sorta glad of meeting two new people. getting to know meryl was pleasant, the women was happy to share everything she did, even with roberto putting his two cents in on their conversation as he drove along the deserted plain.

vash was somewhat quiet, his grip on her hand a bit weak most of the drive. she didn’t want to comment about it, only offering a soft smile at him and a squeeze of her hand.

he gave back a smaller smile, leaning on her a bit as he closed his eyes for a quick rest.

now after stopping for the night to set up for sleep, she brushed some hair out of his face, caressing his cheek, “somethings on your mind, isn’t it?”

part of knowing him well was that he would be way more affectionate when something was on his mind. not that he never let up on his affection, but at times like these it was very noticeable.

vash visibly tensed up, a quiet awkward smile escaping his lips, “what do you mean? I’m perfectly fine.” the tone of his voice doesn’t convince her when his eyes tell a different story.

they were swimming with worry, fright, not for the journey ahead, but something else.

she wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back as she whispered to him, “I can tell when your worried, my love.” she watched him avert his gaze a bit, puffing out his cheek.

he’s quiet again, the sound of the environment around them filling her ears.

a shaky intake of air from him, “you don’t….you don’t think of me differently, do you?” he spoke, his tone of voice uncharacteristically more worried than she ever heard it.

her brows furrowed, “why would I ever?” she asked, one of her hands moving to his hair to run her fingers through it.

vash shrugged, subconsciously leaning into her hand on his head, “my brother….you saw what he did at jeneroa,” he glanced back at her, “I just…I never said anything about him, and after what he did, wouldn’t you not be…angry with me?” he winced as he said it, his hold on her tightening.

oh. that’s why.

it wasn’t like she never knew vash had a brother. he mentioned him once to her, but never gave any more information on how he was. she never wanted to press him for more information, as it always looked like it hurt to even talk about him.

after seeing what knives had done to the past city they were in, it had scared her. maybe that was why vash never said he was his brother, because unlike him, knives was a cold blooded killer.

she could feel the guilt practically oozing off of him, the fear he probably has of her being angry at him was so evident to her.

just like what he did earlier, she caressed his cheeks and squished them together, “you silly man, I would never be mad at you.” she smiled when he widened his eyes a bit in shock.

“you are not to blame for what your brother did, you are not your brother.” she spoke, moving her hand back to cupping his cheek.

“I know who you are, and that’s vash, my handsome,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him softly gasp, “kind-“ another to his nose, “loving-“ another on his opposite cheek, “gold hearted man.” she then finished with a kiss on his lips, making him melt into the kiss.

after pulling away, he gave a soft laugh, “you’re a literal angel,” he spoke her name sweetly, his eyes fluttering shut as her fingers traced his face.

“as you are to me.” she muttered, leaning closer to press another kiss to his lips.

a sudden cough from neither of them made them flinch a bit, looking up to see roberto waving a bit of smoke from his cigarette as he cleared his throat, “didn’t mean to disturb your little love fest.” he grumbled, closing his eyes as he took a final drag of his cigarette, “just needed a quick smoke.”

meryl peaked her head up from inside the car window, groaning a bit, “I told you they were going to hear you!” she shouted, throwing her head back as roberto gave a little smile, “calm yourself, rookie, it’s not like they were making out.”

“and if they were?!” meryl shrieked, throwing her hands up making the man laugh at her actions.

meanwhile, vash and his lover stared at them for a moment, before a little fit of laughter was shared between them.

vash went back to laying his head on her chest, sighing softly as he closed his eyes. she smiled down at him, pulling off his glasses and folding them up next to her and returned the gesture.

she nuzzled her nose into his hair, the noise bickering of meryl and roberto bickering fading into nothing as she finally let sleep consume her.

but not before she pressed a kiss on top of his head, mumbling sweet nothings to him to make it the last thing he heard before he drifted off.

for vash, it brought a tired smile to his lips. all worry from earlier fading away as he let himself drift away him being in her arms.

he could rest easy tonight with her always loving him.

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩

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the ball of fear that has been churning inside you all weekend has manifested into something bigger and it’s relentless. it’s feels worse than tiny butterflies, more like moths. it’s more like the growing worry of having to approach your own shame like a criminal trudging to their execution. you don’t know what the boys have in store for you today and part of you hopes that that afternoon was a blip. they must’ve been doing a very elaborate prank and actually wanted nothing to do with you. that is until you catch sight of kuroo leaning against a locker, peering down on one of the younger girls.

no force could make you even go near his vicinity, your gut tells you to steer clear so you do. you just want to have your lunch in peace and hope to never be unfortunate enough to cross paths with them. this afternoon, you decide to make your way to a tree near the back of the school. the tree is large and flaky and the grass surrounding it is unappealing, but it’s good enough for you. away from the stupidity and chaos of your school. smoothing out your skirt you sit on the ground, surrounded by the large roots of the tree climbing out from underground. you’re about to sift through your bag and find the lunch you’ve packed for yourself until you realise it’s not with you.

uh oh.

in your history of existing, you’ve never once lost anything, you’re not careless enough to leave your bad behind/ but before you can scold yourself you remember that it’s not your fault your head’s out of the game. it’s theirs.

irritated, you stand from your spot, storming your way back into school. you aren’t entirely sure as to where you misplaced it, so you work backwards going to the place you were last. your classroom.

turning corners and walking upstairs. dodging people and people making way for you as you get to your science classroom. peering inside through the window you fail to see it from its restrictive viewing. so you try the door.

luckily it opens and you enter, but you still don’t see your bag. losing things is more discouraging than people make it seem.

“looking for this?” a voice emerges from behind you.

the familiar mop of brown hair causes a lump to get stuck in your throat, your fear settling within you again. you attempt to assert dominace in this situation but the flirtaous brunnete doesn’t let your attempt at reclaiming your power phase him. he’s sat on the teacher’s chair, his feet carelessly on the desk and he hold your belongings on the edge of his fingertips.

“give me my bag back.” you demand although your voice shaky.

“have you never heard of the magic word princess?” he says. evidently teasing and belittling you. your jaw clenches and you grit your teeth, holding back a numerous amount of snarky insults.

“i’d like it if you gave me my bag back.” he doesn’t move, he just sits and stares at you.

of course.

“you giving me my bag back would be greatly appreciated.” there’s a silence between the both of you.

“why can’t you do as you’re told?” he responds quickly.

“why can’t you stop being an annoying shit and give me my own stuff?”

“oo, she’s got a tongue. do i have to remind you how to use it around me?” he threatens, standing up from his seat and walking towards you. towering over you with his staggering height.

“i don’t need to do anything.”

“say it.”

“or what? we only agreed to fuck.” your tone aggressive.

“play nice or you know what.”

you bite your tongue again. visibly defeated.”please may i have my bag back?” you say lowly, jaw tense.

pleased, oikawa hands your bag back, “yes you may.” you snatch it off him and scoff as you walk away.

“where do you think you’re going?” he asks. “you have to show me you’re sorry for how you spoke to me before. it really hurt me.” he says with a smirk, walking back to sit on the chair.

“what do you want? money?” to which he shakes his head, maintaining eye contact with you as he man spread in the chair.

“come blow me, pretty.” you feel your heart drop to your ass.

“are you crazy! you want me to do that in a classroom, where a teacher could walk in any minute? where a student could walk by any second? it’s like you’re begin for me to get caught and expelled.”

“no never. i’d never wish such a thing.” he says “i just think the thrill of getting caught would do us both good.”

“but-”

“no one’s coming here. we’ve already taken care of that part. now don’t take too long or lessons are gonna start.”

there’s a twang in your heart as you drop your bag near the desk and walk to your demise. dropping to your knees and gathering your hair in a ponytail, you look up at him, waiting to be told what to do next. he’s amused. seeing you like this, in this state. vulnerable.

sick bastard.

“go on. unzip.” he commands. you hesitate for a minute before your careful hands reach out to his zipper, pulling it down and pulling the band of his briefs down slightly. his dick springs out, touching his stomach.

you gulp nervously as you take it in your hands. one hand moving slowly as you pump him the other pushing your hair behind your ear. you open your mouth as you approach his dick, making eye contact with him before latching your lips and wrapping them around his cock. with slow, languid movements, you bob your head up and down again this length. with gained confidence and increased speed, you begin including head tilts and using your hand again. oikawa seems to be enjoying this plenty, with the way he drops his head back and groans. with his dick now lubricated by your spit, it’s easier for your hand to glide across his length. you let your tongue swivel around his sensitive tip and you watch as he hisses because of it. your large eye looking up at him curiously seems to turn him on further as he groans again.

“shit, i didn’t know you were so good at this princess. i knew your tongue was good for something.” he says, hand playing with the hair atop your head. you fight the urge to retaliate in any way to his statement and focus on getting the hell out of there. you moan as you bob your head, using your thumb to brush against his tip instead whenever your mouth isn’t on it anymore. the boy places a firm grip on your hair, forcing you all the way down his length, earning him an angry glare from you.

“message received.” he responds passively, focusing on enjoying his free service. enjoying as your warm little mouth coats his aching dick, and your plush, pillowy lips are placing quick kisses from your base to tip. teasingly, you take a breather, gathering spit in your mouth, making eye contact as you dribble your spit down on his dick, creating a mess. “fuck.” he says quietly.

you reattach your mouth to his dick, sensing that he’s close and use your hand to help you get there. by stroking him faster and keeping your cheeks hollowed, leaving a small pop sound whenever you moved away. “shit just like that baby.” he groans in ecstasy, redirecting his attention to you making a mess on his dick.

who knew little ms. principal could get so naughty, and was so good?

you moan with him, the reverberations of your moans sending through his dick and making him grip the armrests of the chair harder. “good girl, i’m gonna come down your throat m’kay?” he says. it was only a matter of time, a matter of strokes and pumps before he was seconds away from cumming down your throat. and in the very last moment, you stop and quickly walk away.

“wha- hey!” he’s stunned as you leave in a flurry, the school bell ringing as the door slams shut behind you. “what the fuck? bitch.”

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[punksdoll]

Rhea x reader: reader is so scared of fireworks and firecrackers and Rhea helps her through the night?

~~~𝑰’𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆~~~

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𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚🧘🏻‍♀️𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒏, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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It started when she was a child.

She was at a family gathering on the fourth of July, where fireworks were very popular for. She’d be front row for when the adults in her life would go on and light up the fireworks and firecrackers.

It was on this particular Fourth of July that had started it. Starting off usual with the kids getting situated up at the front, a good feet away from the fireworks and the adults setting those fireworks up. An adult supervising the children and making sure none of them got to close.

“Ready?” Y/f/n says to everyone as he holds up a lighter.

All the children and her had shouted out and watched as her father lit up the fireworks. Oo’s and Ah’s were all said in unison as they watched the fireworks pop up in the sky.

But of course…of course there was one that just had to malfunction wrongly.

“This one ain’t lighting up…y/n go get your tio.”

Young y/n stood up and went to turn around to get her uncle only to pause and turn away quickly when she heard a shout from her father. She watches as he throws himself to the ground and shouts in agony as the firework starts going crazy around the ground.

“Ay y/f/n!” She heard her mother scream as she rushes over to where her father would soon have a scar that represents her fear

Not in present day, her fear never outgrew. She steered clear away from fireworks and if they were doing them, headphones were her best friend.

Unfortunately for her, her headphones are no longer her best friend.

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Rhea walks into her shared home with Luna after the walk. The minute Rhea had started hearing the fireworks, she had rushed all the way home knowing the fear Y/n had of them.

“Y/n love?” Rhea calls as she takes Luna off her leash before rushing upstairs to look for her girlfriend.

Y/n lets out a small whimper as she visibly jumps from the sound of the firework sounding off outside. She gripped the blanket closer towards her and tried to push herself more into herself.

“Y/n?”

Y/n eyes snap open when she hears her name get called. She jumps up from the bed and rushes over to Rhea who already has her arms open for her to run into.

Rhea wraps her arms around her and grips her close, feeling her visibly shake against her.

“Dem…” Y/n says shakily as she pushes her face as much as she can into Rhea’s chest.

“I know I know…” Rhea hums as she lifts Y/n up, instinctively making her wrap her legs around Rhea. “I’m here, it’s ok.”

Y/n shoves her face in her neck, feeling Rhea walk around the room doing god knows what. She refused to pull her head away. Afraid about what will come when she does.

“Want to watch a movie together?” Rhea hums, “with headphones?”

“H…how will that work?” Y/n voice is muffled as Rhea grabs her headphones and her laptop, setting it down on the bed.

“It just will,” Rhea slowly sets y/n down on the bed and quickly puts the headphones on her. “What would you like to watch?”

Y/n keeps her eyes on Rhea who opens her laptop and pulls Disney plus. Y/n looks away and at the laptop, point at DareDevil, making Rhea nod and press on an episode.

Y/n hears the show full blast in her ears and she visibly calms down as she crawls up deeper into the bed with Rhea who gets in and pulls the blanket over them. Y/n lays herself against Rhea who wraps an arm around her and gives her head a kiss.

“I’m here darling, i’m here.” Rhea whispers , feeling her girlfriend relax slowly as they dive deeper into the show. The fireworks the only thing Rhea can hear.

[janovavalen]

not just another bloody mary .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: mike wheeler finally founds out about elevens sister and she’s more than ordinary.

warnings: swearings, yearing, y/n being clueless, y/n having a slight problem with understanding jokes and metaphors , mentions of a scar, obsession (very slight), eleven and mike have no romance connection!(only mentions of childhood crush), y/n only knowing how to kiss from a movie<3!

word count: 4k

the day was bright and school had just come around the corner once more, mike and his friends in it for their final years.

sitting in his room with nothing but his underwear and a tank top on, mike had been contemplating if he should play sick or actually go to school. there wasn’t anything wrong with going he just kinda wanted to stay in bed for the hell of it.

‘mike! what are you doing? get up! it’s time for school’ his mom said while she busted through the door.

‘oh, god! why doesn't anyone knock anymore? what if i was doing something you wouldn’t be able to forget?’ he asked as he groaned and got up to put his pants on and his shirt. placing his shoes on and making a quick stop to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. he checked out his hair and decided it would have to do.

making his way downstairs to see nancy waiting for him as she talked to their mom, he cleared his throat making her turn around—‘i’m ready’ he simply said leaving her to scoff.

‘about time? i’ve been waiting for nearly a hour, come on. i promised to get eleven and max today.’ she said as they walked to the door. mike didn’t have a problem with the two, it’s just they barely talked anymore so it would be awkward.

just because mike didn’t talk to them didn’t mean they hadn’t talked every now and again, just not enough to properly get into the ‘non-awkward’ zone. as they walked out to the car with his book bag slung over his shoulder, they sat into the car and pulled off with the radio music playing.

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when they pulled up to the cabin where eleven had been living with hopper in, he watches his sister honk the horn to let them know she was outside. after a bit to see nobody was coming out she sighed heavily.

‘mike, can you go and knock on the door? we really need to go.’ he groaned but did as he was asked. leaving the door open making nancy frown her eyebrows in confusion.

as he walked up to the wooden brown door, the porch decorated with lights and some flowers, when did they get that? the white curtains visible through the glass window, he held up a hand and knocked.

hearing noise going on along with music he went to knock once more but we stopped when the door opened quickly to reveal someone he’s never seen, ever, before.

she wasn’t too short but not entirely as tall as him, she had e/c eyes and h/c hair. her hair was h/l and she wore it out. the most distinctive thing about her was a scar that ran across from one cheek, over the bridge of her nose and onto the other cheek.

it looked…badass.

he looked at her in confusion until max and eleven came running to the door—‘sorry! we woke up late, we’re ready tho, y/n you ready?’ she shook her head a bit before rushing through the two girls and to her room to put on her shoes and then she came back with a small smile.

‘okay! come on—mike please your getting the floor wet with your drool’ max commented with a scoff as eleven laughed with her and grabbed onto y/n’s hand, interlocking their hands.

he was beyond confused. who is she? where did she come from? when did she get here and why was she so pretty

stammering before he closed the door for them, he walked back to the car and was hearing nancy talking to the new girl—‘hey? uhm, eleven?’ she looked at her as she smiled softly.

‘this is y/n, she just got here from the lab…i hope your not mad with giving her a ride?’ eleven introduced her sister who smiled and waved at mike and nancy.

he could’ve sworn his heart just skipped for a second, causing him to turn around in a hurry—‘can we just go?’ he said while staying faced forward.

nancy looked at him from his strange behavior and only lifted her eyebrows in exaggeration before starting to drive off.

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when they got to school nancy shut off the car and let the girls out with mike following—‘thank you..for the ride.’ y/n with her soft voice said with a smile before max and eleven wrapped their arms around both of hers.

mike watched her walk away with the girls as he let his eyes follow them until they went in. his heart was racing and his mind was replaying her voice over and over. what just happened? what was happening…at this moment?

‘wait—so, eleven brought her sister here and so what?’

‘so what? dustin—she has a badass scar, she obviously had powers as well—‘

‘and he definitely kinda likes her already’ lucas interrupted mike who looked at him in a hurry.

‘what!’ he yelled, causing some people in class to look at him.

‘dude, it’s so obvious, you all a sudden want to talk about her for the whole class period? if you want to know her, get to know her then.’ lucas commented while he made it as if it was obvious.

‘it’s not like that, and it’s not that simple, guys we need to get to know about her first, we need to know if she’s good or bad—‘

‘good or bad? dude, we’re not twelve anymore. it’s either she fucks with us or she doesn’t’ dustin laughed a bit while will nodded.

‘plus, you said she was having a sleepover with max? i’m pretty sure she’s already cool enough, eleven wouldn’t just bring someone “bad” with her back here and let alone to school.’ lucas told him as mike only listened.

he couldn’t stop thinking of the scar that ran across her face. it wasn’t red but a lighter color than her original skin color and had obvious smaller circle-like dots on each side that showed she got stitches.

he had to think of a way to know her…for protection purposes of course. why else? will looked at him in a bit of worry and looked at the other two who shrugged.

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later that day mike had been walking the halls around most of the people, he has been in search for eleven, max and y/n practically all day—not to sound weird, but he’d stopped by all the classes. he even left his classes a bit early just so he could get clear views of each classroom and who was in them.

and yet he managed to find her in none of them. that was, until now.

as he walked to his locker and started to grab some books he needed and putting away the ones he didn’t, he backed up and knocked into someone with his back.

‘whoa!’ max yelled out. he turned around in a hurry to see he bumped into y/n, her book had fell on the floor and she looked around as if she were embarrassed.

‘wow mike, not even going to say sorry?’ eleven rolled her eyes as she and max leaned down with y/n who was rushing to pick up her fallen books. mike didn’t know what to do; he just stood there looking stupid as ever, frozen.

seeing there was another book left on the floor next to him he turned to get it, that’s when y/n so happened to reach for it as well. their hands touched as if some romcom was being filmed and he felt like he froze. her hands were beyond warm and her hands soft in his own. he looked up at her as she did the same.

smiling softly she mumbled—‘will you let go now?’ making him awkwardly pull his hand away and let her pick the book up.

‘s—sorry about that, i wasn’t looking and i didn’t know—‘

‘it’s cool’ was all she said before leaving with max and eleven who rolled their eyes once more. he watched as they muttered something to her but he didn’t even think too much about it, he couldn’t get the fact her soft voice sounded so beautiful and calm throughout his mind and it made him want to hear her more, so much that he didn’t even think about what he was doing next.

‘w—wait! uhm, are you new? i saw you earlier but i didn’t know—‘

‘yeah she is now leave her alone’ max said with upset running through and over her face only for y/n to place her free hand on max’s shoulder and smile sweetly—‘no it’s okay, i’m new, yes, and you must be mike?’ she asked, the way she combined her words was obvious that she didn’t know how to really speak, but she did very well.

‘yeah i am, how’d you know?’ he acted a bit dumb, he already knew that max and eleven told her, probably told her about the whole damn school, but he just wanted to hear her talk more.

‘uhm, eleven and max told me—‘ just as she said this the bell rang causing everyone to make their way to class, eleven and max grabbed onto y/n who mumbled the sweetest—‘see you around.’ before making her leave.

he watched her figure disappear throughout the hallway and he turned to look away so he wouldn’t look like a weirdo.

he felt his heart racing, he never felt this—well maybe once when he had a very short lived crush on eleven when they first met and he saw her use her powers, but by short he means a week.

groaned lowkey to himself he walked to class to continue the day. the haunting image of y/n running around his mind all day and clouding his mind in class, stopping him from thinking about anything else. he wanted—no needed, to know more about her, wanted to see her again and wanted her to talk to him again.

he had to come up with a way to accomplish his new task, and nothing stood in the way of completing anything…except maybe his curfew, and eleven…and max.

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‘okay so you want us to do what?’ lucas asked with his eyebrows ground in complete confusion along with dustin who almost wanted to leave the second mike began speaking.

‘i need you to take max out for a date for at least three hours, dustin to make up some bullshit thing where it will hold you guys up for three hours as well, it should give me time to talk to y/n more—‘

‘dude you’ve been on about this shit all day! y/n, y/n, y/n, that’s all we heard, give it a rest’ dustin groaned while will suppressed a laugh, lucas looked between the bunch only to shake his head.

‘nah, it’s okay, i’ll talk to max and we can go to the mall or something—‘

‘you're actually agreeing to this?’ dustin asked, shocked as he looked at will who shrugged, defenseless.

‘i mean, why not? he’s helped you with suzie when you two had that fight, and it’s not like we’ve all asked him for something, so yeah i’m in.’ lucas agreed. mike smiled a bit before letting it slowly drop as he looked at dustin who groaned loudly.

‘okay, okay! fine! fine! i’ll do this stupid shit, i want something in return!’ he said while standing up and making his way to get ready, will mumbled—‘what will i do?’ he said, looking at mike who thought.

‘you stay with dustin and if eleven tries to make a leave you stop her at all cost’ mike said with determination. will nodded and turned to follow dustin.

‘what if max tries to leave? you know damn well i can make her do anything, she will beat me’ lucas said with a dead face expression.

‘then i’ll leave a bit earlier, it should be enough time anyway’ mike said with a slight grin with the thought of y/n and him talking more.

‘and how will you even get to y/n?’ he asked another.

‘i’ll go with you guys, hide and go, or something? i don’t know i might wait here’ lucas nodded before leaving and the three of the boys making their ways to the cabin.

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after a bit of time passed, he had assumed it was a good time to head over, he had the idea of pretending he was there for max and eleven, knowing they’d be gone, but when he saw they weren’t he would wait on them to get back.

what he was going to tell them was he needed help on the homework assignment. walking to the cabin seeing a soft light alluded from the window, he cleared his throat and fixed his eyebrows, hair and clothes. his hands rubbing over anything and making sure it looked good, god he hoped he didn’t have anything on his face he couldn’t see, let alone his teeth.

walking up to the house he stepped onto the wooden flooring and hesitated before knowing on the door, he waited a bit, hearing the faint sound of music playing only for it to turn down.

‘h-hey! max? you there? it’s mike’ he faked asked for another name besides y/n’s knowing she was there.

‘oh! hold on!’ y/n yelled while. not too long after the door opened and the smell of sweetness hit him in the face.

‘oh, mike, what are you doing here?’ she asked with a small smile, she wore white shorts with a tank top and fuzzy socks, her short hair out and all over. she looked amazing.

‘yeah, i was just looking for max and eleven? we had a homework assignment and i needed their help, were they here?’ he knew the answer.

‘oh, no. but you can stay until they are back?’ she told him but it came out more like a question. he smiled but tried to play it off as good as he could—‘what? oh no; i can’t i don’t want to play up your time, i can just go home and just come back another day—‘

‘no, mike, stay. it’s okay’ she smiled while reaching out for his arm and pulling him into the house the was filled with sweetness and the warmth of the fire and something being cooked in the kitchen.

‘okay’ he said with a smile. looking around as y/n walked back to her kitchen she placed a mitten on and opened the oven, pulling a pan out and placing it on the counter.

‘what are you making?’ he asked as she looked down at the food and was pleased with him of delight—‘just french toast but i didn’t know how, hopper wasn’t here and i guess this was how?’

‘oh, i thought you usually make that on the stove? in a pan…but i guess you can make it like this too’ he laughed a bit before walking over to the kitchen, in the pan was stacks of bread that was toasted pretty good for being made.

y/n smiled with delight as she clapped her hands together, walking over to the cabinet to open it and grabbed the syrup, powdered sugar and placed them onto the counter next to the freshly made toast.

walking to the refrigerator to open it and grabbing out blueberries and strawberries. when she had everything she slowly started to combine the rest of her meal. and the finished product was actually pretty good.

ur had the right amount of everything—more syrup but that was okay.

getting a fork, he grabbed two and handed one to mike who looked a bit shocked but grabbed it nonetheless. putting her fork into it and getting a bite, she ate and hummed with the flavor.

‘have some!’ she encouraged mike who shook his head—‘no, no, it’s okay! i just had dinner—‘

she rolled her eyes and placed her fork down, grabbing his and getting a bite for him then placing it next to his lips—‘here’ she mumbled, he looked down at the fork and then her to see she wore a smile.

it was beautiful—she was beautiful.

opening his mouth just enough for her to place the food into his mouth he ate and hummed with agreement that the food was good, he got lucky and had a blueberry on his piece.

‘you like it?’ she whispered, scared that he didn’t. he nodded with a smile and she squealed a bit before getting more for herself with her own fork.

her reaction to his approval made him want to say and agree to any and everything she asked. he watched as she ate a bit more and he leaned against the counter—‘so, what were you going to do until they got back?’ he wanted to ask her to watch a movie but didn’t know if she had anything else planned.

‘we can watch a movie?’ she read his mind perfectly .

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the two of them went back to her own room, he was expecting the two of eleven and her to share but it didn’t accrue to him that there were two rooms in the house, he expected hopper to take one and then to take the other but he guessed they both got lucky and had their own while hopper stayed on the couch.

walking to her room her was met with a very good set up, there was a rug in the middle of the wood floor with her bed on the left side of her room, the window on the side of her bed and in the middle of the wall.

she had a bedside table with her lamp, a plant, a book and a mug on it and her dresser with more things all over, she had a tv that sat on its own stand across from her bed.

her room was clean, and it smelt just like her, sweet and warm, a smell of soap as well.

walking over as she held the pan of toast she placed it down on her bed and parted for him to sit down which he quickly did. watching her every move, y/n walked over to the tv and slipped in a vhs tape, pressing play only for the movie to be one of the ones his sister watched endlessly—‘wait is this pretty in pink?’ he asked with disgust but tired to hide it.

‘yes! it’s my favorite—do you not like it?’ she noticed his face held displeasure but he quickly fixed it.

‘what? no! i love this movie! i love how she wore pink…’ he mumbled as y/n smiled and let the movie play out. he didn’t even pay attention to the movie, how could he when he sat right next to the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

he watched as she would laugh occasionally and eat a bit of her food. the whole pan didn’t get eaten but he contributed to some of it, it going from full to half gone.

a scene of the main girl—andie and duckie were having a argument about blane—‘it’s just, he’s gonna use your ass and throw you away, god! i would’ve died for you’ the character confessed. mike didn’t know what or why, or even how he found himself getting into the movie.

looking at the side to see y/n looking at him only to quickly look away at the tv, she bit her lip and took a quick bite. he felt his face grow red and grinned, looking back at the tv. a new scene played where she and duckie were holding their heads together as they talked and joked, deep down mike imagined what it would be like it if were him and y/n.

his heart raced when he noticed how close the two suddenly got, the food placed on her bedside table and the only thing on the bed being the two of them. somewhere towards the end is where she finally kissed him. mike couldn’t help but let his hand set up and push its way to y/n who noticed but didn’t do anything to stop it.

his pinky touching hers and lifting up and linking with her own, y/n inhaled sharply and smiled a bit as the movie started to end. looking down at their hands, the two let their eyes meet.

‘your uh…your very pretty’ he said with his face red. she smiled warmly and mumbled—‘your pretty too’. he knew her saying this made his face look like he was head smashed in a whole tub of tomato sauce.

clearing his throat when he felt it almost close, his heart racing he noticed her looking him in the eyes and at his lips, he two did the same.

before he knew it, y/n began to lean into him—he knew she probably didn’t know anything about kissing and to be fair neither did he, he only watched them in movies and would sometimes kiss his little sisters injures to make her feel better but he never, ever, placed his lips on someone else in a romantic way, let alone a kiss.

the two leaning in closer, so close that her breath was softly fanning over his lips, he felt a faint feeling of her soft lips, this urging him to press his against hers, she inhaled sharply and didn’t know what else to do, but him seeing enough movies, started to move his lips, her following.

the softness of her lips and the syrup as her lip gloss intoxicated him, her taste being everything he could imagine. the way she spoke, smiled and hummed. he didn’t imagine anything more than this—beautiful.

he pulled apart to let her breath but quickly pressed his lips against hers once more, his hand now making way up to her cheek and holding it lightly, her skin soft to the touch. he heard a faint sound coming from her causing him to kiss her more roughly.

a sudden tug on his bottom lip that was revealed as her teeth pulling it only to go back—grunting he kissed her more until he ran out of breath, his lungs screaming for air—pulling apart with hesitation he felt her kiss his lips with quick kisses.

he licked his lips and smiled as she opened her eyes, him looking over at her scar as the two of them both smiled and laughed a bit, their heads being pressed together like in the movie.

pulling apart slowly, he reached up to touch her scar—‘how’d you get this?’ he asked a bit scared but it washed away when she let her own hand move up and touch his.

‘i was it, with glass.’ he was a bit shocked but expected it hearing the stories told by eleven about the lab.

‘hm, you look pretty badass though’ he complimented. her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

‘badass?’ she mumbled. she didn’t know what that word even meant, was it an insult?

‘yeah badass, y’know? cool, it looks cool’ he told her,he could visibly see her relax and smiled sweetly as she leaned in to kiss him again only to hear—‘y/n!’ eleven was home, and from the sound of it max was back too.

‘where are you?’ the damn door was open, almost running to get up and slam it, y/n used her power to slam the door and rushed to get up—‘i’m getting dressed!’ she yelled before ushering mike to get up.

‘what do i do?’ he asked, scared for his damn like—max and eleven on him? he’d rather die right here and right now.

‘there’ she whisper shouted while pointing at the window, rubbing over to it and try and open it only for it not to budge he pulled away and to her only for her to use her powers again and open it without effort, he felt embarrassed but nonetheless went through it.

landing on the crunch of the leaves, he turned to her and she still held the door shut, looking at him through the window, the two face to face.

‘i’ll see you tomorrow?’ she asked for reassure.

‘at school, i’ll be there’ he nodded, she smiled sweetly, leaning in as he did too, then sharing one last sweet and savory kiss before he pulled apart and left her. she shut the window and he was met with lucas, dustin and will.

they all calmed once seeing he was out of the house alive—‘you good?’ lucas asked him as mike nodded, a smile on his face.

‘dude they totally kissed’ will told him with a laugh as they all looked at mike how he was beat down red.

‘shut the fuck up’ he yelled at them as they laughed. he himself hiding a smile at the thought of y/n.

[alicealmost]

Night Light - A bunnydoll fanfiction

TW: animal death/small reference to animal cruelty/ reference to child abuse/small blood/meltdown

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This was stupid. He was so very stupid.

A standing presence could be found in one of the thousand hallways of a place known as the "amazing" digital circus. He found it amazing too, to be honest... amazing lame, annoying, ridiculous and all of those. However, the situation the humanoid bunny found himself in made he feel like he was the lamest thing in digital existence.

The last time was supposed to be the very last time. He promised it to himself.

Still there he was again, pathetically facing the smiling picture onto certain ragdoll's room door.

Jax's lifted his purple long ears, trying to catch any sound of the losers he had to live with, to be sure all of them were asleep, or at least trying to. All clear. He sighed.

Closing his hand into a fist, the rabbit softly knocked the red door. Foot tapping from impatience. A sound of dragged steps could be heard, as they got closer, Jax cleaned his throat. The golden doorknob twaddle. A mess of a red yarn hair popped out.

"Mmh... Jax, hello..." Said Ragatha, losing to fight against a yawn. Jax could swear there were dark circles under her eyes, both button and non-button.

"Hey there, dollface.. uh, I was..." Jax scratched the back of his ear, a visibly embarrassed expression painting his purple face. However, before he could finish, he noticed Ragatha leaning her weight against the door, making it a bit more open

" Wanna come in?"

He looked away from her. Never in his entire existence in this digital place, he felt so uncomfortable and pathetic.

"Eh? I didn't even say anything, dolly." He smirked, trying to conserve the last amount of coolness on him. Ragatha rose an eyebrow.

"But yeah, thank you." Said the rabbit, walking hurriedly into the room, not wanting her to change her mind. The ragdoll sighed rolling her eyes and finally closed the door behind her.

" Geez, you do look tired, Dollface." Jax commented as Ragatha passed by him into her bed's direction.

" Oh, do I? Well, those days adventures were really exhaustive. I think Caine will finally find a way to actually kill us out of tiredness one day." Ragatha chuckled, adjusting herself to the cream-colored blankets, full of ruffles, turning herself to the wall, what left a considerable amount of space besides her.

"Hm, it would be fun..." Said Jax unamused. He couldn't bring himself to say excuse me, so he just sit on the space left by Ragatha, finally lying down.

" Can I turn off the lights?"

"Mmh? Yes... I just turned it on to open the door."

Jax quickly pressed the off button of the lamp placed on Ragatha's nightstand. The bunny could already hear an almost inaudible sound of the soft snoring coming from the already asleep doll. She seemed to be very exhausted.

A small tiny part of himself felt a slight bit of guilt about waking her. Well, he could always use his keys to open the door, like he did in the last time. But nooo, stupid dollface had to scream at top of her lungs(if she had any) when she saw his big, golden, reflexive eyes staring at her in the middle of night inside her room, when he was just minding his own business.

No need to say the whole circus gang was on her door a minute after she let out that ridiculous scream. Kinger even had a baseball bat for some reason.

Still, what pissed him the most was the doll's explanation to why he was in her room in the first place

"Jax had a nightmare."

He could still remeber the annoying sound of their colletive laugh. Even tiny squeak toy they called Pomni seemed to be having the moment of her life, making those rubber duck like noises while laughing.

"Dude, just get a night light or something like this." Zooble commented before leaving with the rest of the gang.

The purple rabbit then promised to himself. It was the last time. He would no long rely on red yarn head words for when he first had this recurring dream, which was tormenting him by quite a time.

" You can always come here if you need." And in the morning after the scream incident, she simply added "Just knock before coming in next time."

Yes, he was determined to guarantee there wasn't going to be a next time. Not after this humiliation.

Still, here he was again.

He rolled his eyes, the best thing to do was trying to get some "z's" too. He was tired.

Not much time after he fell into a light sleep, he started dreaming again

Psychedelic frames appearing in a flash, a dark skinned little boy running, playing with other kids.

"Come here"

The boy didn't want to go. He wanted to play with the others

"I said come here piece of trash!"

Several broken toys on the floor

A cut of the very same boy, a bit older, sitting on the floor holding a cage. Even though there was some scars and marks all over his face, he was smiling. Inside the cage, a black furred bunny.

Another cut, the bunny was full of blood, stretched inside the cage, eyes open. Lifeless.

huh!?

Jax eyes snapped open, his heart racing faster than it was already. His hand searched for something, something to hold in.

" J...Jax... ouch!"

Jax panted, looking to the side

He felt Ragatha's body a bit over his, like she was trying to reach something. The light from the lamp she turned on invaded the room. Speechless, she faced Jax with a questioning look.

" Uh... oh, dollface, I thought you were the blanket. Hehe. Sorry..."

" What?" The doll woman blinked, evidently confused.

" I was cold, so I got stressed and wanted to cover myself badly." The rabbit smiled, trying to sound convincing enough.

"Jax... you do have a blanket over you."

Jax's eyes moved to the sides frenetically

" Hmm yeah, but it's not warm enough. I thought you said there was an extra blanket in here...?"

Ragatha fought against the urge to sigh. She waved her head.

"No I don't. But you could go get yours in your room and come back, if you are that cold."

He did not want to go anywhere

"Nah, I'm fine."

Usually Ragatha would say something, but she had no strength for it. Caine's adventures were becoming each time more exhaustive.

"Fine then. Turn off the lights, please." Was the only thing said by the doll, who curled up against the wall again, visibly annoyed.

Jax obeyed. Satisfied she bought this explanation.

"Come one, dude. Go to sleep already." He said to himself. Deepening his face over the pillow.

Again, it all played on his brain again. The flashes, the psychedelic frames, the voices.

"You are a burden to me... why did I do so wrong to get a thing like you as a child? You can't do anything right."

"Where is Max? Tell me, you witch! What did you do to him?"

Forcing the boys chin to face her crimson eyes, a devious smile appeared in the woman's face

"Why don't you check on the basement? I think he hopped from the stairs before I could catch him... you know, bunnies are quite mischievous."

"Jax!"

Jax opened his eyes. Worst then just grabbing Ragatha's arm, he was entirely snuggled on her, his face buried on her back

"D-doll...? Ah... I thought you were the pillow! It's your fault for having this plush skin."

Ragatha angrily turned on the lights, glaring to Jax.

"Are you fooling with me? Is that it?"

Jax swallowed. Ragatha rarely got that angry

"Listen, Jax. I may have allowed you to sleep besides me when you have nightmares, cause I know how scaring some dreams can be. But if you are using this to torment me and interrupt my sleep when I have stated several times I am EXHAUSTED, then you are more jerk than I initially thought. Just get out of my room!"

Jax's heart was like a racing horse

"N-No, do... Ragatha. I promise you it's not that. I swear to you."

Ragatha's angry expression softened slightly. Jax wasn't the type of person that would say "i promise you" like this

honesty, neither he was trying to wear a smug grin this time. He would probably say something like "Oh, you are too boring, dolly. No fun." And then leave her room, if he was actually fooling with her.

"Okay... I believe you. But it's my last warning. Stay at your side of the bed."

Jax nodded relieved, letting the stress be released by a contented sigh. He turned the lights off again.

thump. thump

The boy stood in somewhere dark. His small stature trembling from head to toes.

The dead corpse of the bunny on the boy's hands. The lifeless pulpils reflecting the crying figure holding the small animal. A hurted and despaired sound of sobs echoing loudly

"That's what you get for disobeying me... I should never gave birth to you."

"Again, Jax?!"

The lights hurted his eyes. He felt he could not breath. He was once again tightly wrapping Ragatha.

The doll pushed him off her, a sour glare painting her eye.

" That's it, Jax. Get ou-"

She could never finish the sentence, as Jax pratically jumped onto her lap, wrapping his arms around her neck, almost like he was trying to fuse with her.

Heartbreaking sobs coming from his throat. He knew he had to stop, he wanted to stop. But as much as he tried to, he couldn't.

Then he felt Ragatha's plush arms wrapping his torso. Gently rubbing his back. The bunny could also hear the doll's soft "shh"

No one was looking, after all. He allowed himself to cry his heart out.

"Ragatha!" He sobbed

"I'm here, Jax..."

"Ragatha!" The tears jumped from his closed golden eyes.

"It's okay, Jax... it's okay."

Weird, Ragatha's voice sounded like it was about to break too

And they stayed like this for a very long moment. He could hear Ragatha humming while using her fingers to comb Jax back fur. Her presence was so warm, so embracing, so nice... Jax's breathing gradually startetd to calme down. His heartbeat getting its usual track.

He sighed, deciding if he had settled down, it was time to let go of the doll.

"I am fine now..."

" Are you sure?" The doll's lips quivered, drawing a worried gaze at the rabbit sitting besides her

"Hm." He nodded affirmatively. Still, failed to convince the red haired woman.

An awkward silence remained in the air, Ragatha brang her fingers together, unsure to what she was supposed to say or do.

"Y-you know, we can let the lights on..." not even finished, she already regretted saying that as Jax glared to her.

" I am not a kid afraid of the dark, dollface."

Well, at least a bit of his usual self was back.

" To be honest, no one is afraid of darkness, at least the largest amount of people. I guess what cause us to be afraid is the things we can find inside there." Said the ragdoll.

Jax rolled his eyes. He just had a meltdown and Ragatha was feeling poetry.

"If you say. Bye doll." He rose up, feeling immediately a soft touch grabbing his hand.

"Wait! Stay by... you are already here..."

He half turned around to meet her eye, she really seemed concerned.

"I won't say anything else." A small pause remained until Jax sat back in the bed

" Fine."

And she smiled. Even having a lot of her red yarn hair tufts all up and messy, and those dark circles under her eyes, her smiling face was so pretty

Wait?! What was him thinking?

He must have got a little balanced off with everything.

He waited for her to lie down, turning off the lamp again.

Even the room being all dark, he could see very well, after all, he had night vision

Funny, just because he was a rabbit, was he supposed to have those abilities?

And the main difference now was that Ragatha didn't turn around to face the wall this time. No. She was all curled, face to his direction. Her eye open. Jax knew she couldn't see him at all, still her eye was open, looking to him.

" Go to sleep, doll."

He held a smirk when he saw her eye rolling.

"I shall say the same to you."

"Deal." He closed his eyes after she closed her.

He was about to fall asleep when he felt Ragatha's arm sliding over his chest, bringing her body closer to his.

His heart began to pound again, but nothing like the when he had those horrendous dream.

No, in fact, it was so warming.

He felt she bringing her head closer to his neck, so he turned the head a bit, and in an impulse, placed his lips on hers. What was he doing?

"Now i will be banished not only from her room, but from her life itself"

But surprisingly, Ragatha just returned the kiss, broke it a second, and kissed him again.

" Doll?"

" Huh?"

" What was that?"

" I don't know."

She then rested her head under his chin, both wrapping each others, heartbeats resonating.

"Night, Jax."

"Night, Ragatha."

And then both drifted on sleep.

Jax began to dream again. This time, a place full of light. It looked like outside the circus' tent.

And in front of him, a smiling face brightened up. Her light blue dress getting waved by the wind. Red curls falling over her shoulders.

"Jax!" Her voice echoed, almost like a song melody.

Jax waved back to her, taking a step, then another, and suddenly he was running. The closer he got, the brighter it became.

And when he finally reached her, every darkness went away.

Who needed a night light when he had his dollface?

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Of you read until here. Thank you. Sorry for any English mistake. Allow me to know at you think <3

[judeatheatos]

darklina - 1026 words - rating: t - boss/employee sickfic au

Aleksander got the text five minutes before his first meeting of the day and ten minutes after he got the email with all the notes he needed, something his assistant would usually be there to deliver in person.

hi mr morozova im sorry im really sick im not gonna be ghere

Another, before he can respond. 

im sorry pls dont fire me intried totake some meds this mornign but they didnt do anyhting im sorry

Alina, who never so much as misses a semicolon, sent him a text. With a typo.

He hesitates on what to say for only a moment considering his 9 o’clock is already waiting out in the hall for him, the white 8:58 looking up at him like a timer from the top corner of his phone screen.

It’s alright, Alina. Please stay home today, I’d rather you were recovering than trying to do your job half asleep and on cold medication.

The grey typing bubble appears and disappears several times before she finally responds at 9 on the dot. 

thank u sir mr morozova ill be in tomorrkw i promise thank uou

Aleksander sighs, and places his phone face down on his desk. He’ll have to call her at lunch and tell her he can survive without her for a few days. 

His call at lunch went unanswered, ringing until all he got was the familiar voice of his assistant saying a very unfamiliar assortment of words: hi, you’ve reached Alina Starkov! I’m not available at the moment, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as you can!

Not available. 

Aleksander’s worried. Maybe too much so.

Alina is only his assistant. Sure, he remembers the New Years party as well as she does, the champagne fuelled horribly cliche incident of fucking his assistant in his office while getting even drunker off the sounds she made and off of the taste of her, but after the holidays, when the office opened up again, Alina was quick to tell him that they should forget it ever happened. Aleksander was going to promote her when he had called her in. Bring her closer to his position. Make their…relations a little more acceptable, but he respects her wishes, so he shouldn’t be this worried about someone who’s only his assistant. 

Maybe he’s been lying to himself about how much he respects her wishes.

If he truly did, he wouldn’t be standing outside apartment 308 right now holding a hefty plastic bag and a paper cup of green tea that is currently burning his hand. The door opens after a minute, a confused looking man with short, bleached hair staring out at him. 

“Can I help you?”

Alright. Aleksander cannot embarrass himself. “I’m here for Alina, I heard she wasn’t feeling well,” he hesitates. “I’m a friend. From work.”

The man nods, then lets him in. 

Aleksander toes off his shoes at the door the second he sees them all piled up there, knowing this must be a household very much like the kind he grew up in where wearing shoes on the carpet will get you a smack to the back of the head. 

“She’s down the hall,” the man says. “First room on the right.”

“Thank you,” Aleksander says, and follows his directions. 

Thankfully, considering his full hands, the door is already open a crack.

“Alina?” he says softly, poking his head through, “are you awake?”

“Mal?” Alina mumbles from the bed, barely visible in the mix of dull pink from the fairy lights and dimmed laptop screen playing a cartoon where two children are currently having ramen made for them. 

“No, sorry.”

Alina sits up slightly, and turns to look at the door. It takes her a second, then she’s quickly sitting up and slamming her laptop closed, “Mr. Morozova? What— what are you doing here?”

Maybe he did overstep. 

“I had called you at lunch to check on you and you didn’t respond. Maybe I got a little too worried, uhm—” Aleksander holds the plastic bag up higher so she can see, “I brought you some food.”

Alina reaches over for her lamp, washing the room in a soft yellow and showing just how sick she looks. The purple under her eyes, the exhaustion clear on her face. Sympathy curls in his chest, the urge to care for her flaring up to an inappropriate degree. 

“What is it?” Alina asks, moving her laptop off of a small lap desk and holding out her hands for it.

“Well,” he hands her the tea first, lets her open it and sniff it to the best of her ability when she’s as congested as she is, “I know you really love that Vietnamese place by our office, so I—”

Alina gasps as she unties the bag. “Mr. Morozova, you brought me pho?”

“I… I did. Is that alright?”

She grins up at him, taking the big container of broth, slightly smaller container of noodles and brisket, and much smaller container of bean sprouts from the bag.

“I would hug you right now but you probably don’t want to get sick,” Alina says, then takes a sip of the broth. “God, you’re my hero.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Aleksander says quietly, “after all you’ve done for me.”

Alina blushes, or maybe she’s just warm. She’s probably just warm.

He should go. He’s definitely overstepping her boundaries now—

“Pull up a chair,” she gestures behind him to the one at her desk, something high-backed in a soft pink. “I’m watching Ponyo, you’ll love it.”

Aleksander does as told, sitting what he hopes is a respectful distance from her.

They watch the movie together in silence, Alina devouring her pho like she hasn’t eaten all day. He knows her. She probably hasn’t. When she’s finished, all her cups and bowls stacked together and her lap desk moved aside, Aleksander nearly jumps as she reaches over and takes his hand. 

Alina looks at him, a silent question of consent in her gaze. 

Content he isn’t overstepping, perhaps now stepping perfectly in time with her, he squeezes her hand. 

She squeezes back.

[gilded-garnet]

Beastly Behaviour

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

WC: ~1.5K / Themes: (Fluff 💚 Light Violence 👊)

Summary: If there's one thing MC can't stand, it's a bully. During a Beasts Class, she takes defending Sebastian's honour into her own hands - literally.

(Yep, someone is getting punched and Sebastian is smitten.)

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"Why did you decide to take Beasts Class again? I never got the sense you were that interested," MC asked on the way to their first class of the year.

Sebastian shrugged non-committally. "I got a good enough grade and I'm keeping my options open.  The extra studying's not an issue."

"Riiiight. And it wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I happen to be taking it, would it?" She asked, shooting him a sly smirk.

She expected him to deny it; she was only teasing, after all, but he returned her gaze seriously, wearing a fond expression.

"It may have had a small influence on my decision," he admitted, and she scoffed to hide her blush.

They arrived at the class and MC gave Poppy a quick hug in greeting before Professor Howin rounded them up.

"Everyone, follow me! I have a special lesson planned to welcome you all back." She led the trail of students out beyond the paddocks and through the tree line of the forest, finally coming to a stop at a grassy clearing. MC smiled when she saw what awaited them there.

"Here we are!" Their professor declared, holding her arms out in rather dramatic fashion.

There was a heavy pause before someone spoke. It was that haughty Slytherin boy who had harassed that Kneazle and Poppy back in fifth year. MC had never bothered to learn his name. "Um, professor, not to be rude, but there doesn't actually appear to be anything here," he sneered, and a Ravenclaw girl by his side snickered loudly. What in Merlin's name were those two doing in this class, anyway? Seeking to torture harmless creatures for sport, no doubt.

"Perhaps not to you, Mr. Parkinson, but I'll wager there's at least one person here who can identify the magnificent creatures before us," Professor Howin replied, looking at the rest of the class expectantly.

"Thestrals," MC answered, instantly.

Professor Howin smiled at her, nodding her approval, though there was was a tinge of sympathy in her eyes to accompany it.

"Indeed! As many of you will be aware, Thestrals can only be seen by those who have witnessed death. Of course, that has earnt them a rather negative reputation..." Professor Howin went on to speak of how Thestrals had unfairly cemented their place in wizard folklore as harbringers of misfortune. Sebastian listened with his arms folded, a small frown on his face.

"You really don't like Thestrals, do you?" MC stated more than asked, leaning her head towards his ear.

"I don't dislike them. They just...remind me of what I've lost, that's all. The very concept of them is macabre," he replied.

"But they're such gentle creatures," she insisted, though she soon realised that her timing was rather questionable when Professor Howin began tossing raw steaks into the clearing. The Thestrals descended upon them with gusto, and the 'unsighted' in their class let out gasps of fear and amazement as the the meat seemingly began to levitate and then vanish before their eyes.

Sebastian's lip twitched, and he looked at her with dry amusement. "Ah, yes. Look at them ever so gently ripping apart those steaks."

She rolled her eyes and swatted him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle.

"What is even the point of this? Most of us can't even see the damn things anyway," Parkinson muttered irritably under his breath. He looked around the clearing before his eyes alighted on another, much more visible form of entertainment.

He sauntered over to MC and Sebastian, a gleam in his eyes that she very much did not like the look of.

"Sallow, you can see them, right?" Parkinson asked in an exagerated whisper, practically pushing her aside in the process.

Sebastian frowned. He had no patience for his housemate at the best of times. "Just what exactly are you getting at, Parksinson?"

"Is it true that your parents got themselves killed playing around with a muggle contraption?" Parkinson probed, lowering his voice even further. She saw Sebastian tense and felt a wave of apprehension overcome her.

"Did your uncle go in an equally tragic way? Perhaps he tripped and fell on his garden shears outside that quaint cottage of yours?" Parkinson continued with a cruel smile, his words sickly. MC was equal parts shocked and outraged by his brazenness.

Sebastian hadn't reacted yet, but she could sense the warning signs: the darkening in his expression and the twitch of his fingers towards his wand. She, however, acted first. Without a word, she marched over to Parkinson, wand forgotten, and punched him square in the face.

She heard (and felt) a rather satisfying crack before he stumbled backwards onto the floor, clutching his nose. The Thestrals bellowed, spooked, and fled from the clearing in a rush of hoofbeats and leathery wings.

"Wh - what the hell?!" He spluttered with outrage, but the heat of his accusation was largely undone by his nasally voice, now thick with blood.

"Muggle enough for you?" She spat, glaring down at him. She was acutely aware of Sebastian's eyes on her back and looked over her shoulder to see him staring at her with eyes wide and mouth agape.

Professor Howin pushed her way through the circle of students that had formed around them. "And what, exactly, is going on here?" She demanded, glaring daggers at them both.

Parkinson jabbed an accusatory finger up at MC, his other hand still clutching his streaming nose. "This lunatic attacked me!"

"Only because he was saying some truly vile things," she retorted, her temper rising again. She obviously hadnt hit him hard enough.

"Enough!" Professor Howin shouted, her voice firm. "Both of you will serve detention with me for a week. I will not tolerate such beastly behaviour in my class."

"What? Why me?!" Parkinson spluttered.

Professor Howin looked down at him with a withering look. "Because I have no doubt, Mr Parkinson, that you did in fact say some rather vile things to earn that broken nose."

Sebastian snorted with laughter, and a few other students couldn't stifle their giggles. Behind his hand, Parksinson's face turned even redder. The Ravenclaw girl dutifuly arrived at his side, attempting to hook her hand under his elbow, but he shook her off impatiently. He staggered to his feet and glared at MC and Sebastian before he marched away, muttering a stream of curses.

With the subject of their lesson now notably absent, Professor Howin promptly called an end to the class and they began to trapse back to the castle. Sebastian and MC walked together, shoulders brushing.

"It was very good of you to defend my honour like that," Sebastian remarked. "That punch was much better than anything I could have come up with."

"Yes, well, I've never been able to stand that prat. Been itching to do that since last year," she replied, flexing her now aching hand. She'd apparently managed to injure herself in the process.

She sucked in a surprised breath when Sebastian gently cradled her injured hand in his own, running his thumb soothingly over her stinging knuckles. She looked up, her eyes meeting his.

"I'll be sure to find a way to express my gratitude,"  he commented, eyes twinkling with mischief in a way that made her heart flip. An abundance of scenarios came immediately to mind as to just how he could thank her, but she buried those thoughts deep.

"You really are amazing, you know that?" He continued, looking at her with such sincerity that her mind struggled to form words. He was so close, and his lips looked incredibly soft.

But then Sebastian's eyes became unfocussed as he clocked something over her shoulder and he smirked, releasing her hand and taking a step back.  "Watch out, I think your number one fan is on their way."

"Wha - ?" She didn't get to finish before something small and solid collided full speed with her waist, forcing the air from her lungs.

"Oh, MC, that was simply marvelous! I wish I had your courage; I would have done that a thousand times over by now," Poppy enthused, hugging her tightly.

"It was my pleasure, Poppy," MC replied, still catching her breath, for more reasons than one.

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Sebastian wasted no time filling his best friend in on the day's events whilst in their dorm room.

"...and then, Ominis, she punched him, square in the face!" Sebastian enthused, unable to contain his euphoria.

"She what?!" Ominis spluttered, pausing as he rummaged through his bag.

"I know!" Sebastian answered, laughing. He threw himself back onto his bed with a blissful sigh. "Honestly, I couldn't believe it, but I think it might just be the best thing I have ever seen. She's incredible."

Ominis scoffed, but smiled all the same. "You're both utterly mad. You deserve each other, honestly."

[2stepadmiral]

So I have some thoughts on tonight‘s episode of acolyte, thoughts that I don’t think are being considered widely enough. The general response seems to be, from what I can tell and what I’ve seen online, that the witches were pretty much just doing their own thing, and the Jedi just showed up and started being assholes, and I’ve kind of got to argue against that.

Now to be fair, the topic of Jedi recruiting children has always been a bit of a problematic thing. From what I can tell, Jedi never just take children from their parents, but they do strongly encourage and probably to some degree manipulate parents to get permission. Definitely problematic. However, the situation with Osha was pretty obviously very different. Osha wasn’t an infant or a young toddler who just found, tested, and then convinced their parents to hand her over. She’s an eight-year-old girl who is visibly uncomfortable with what her parents, sister, and community expect from her.

She has said several times that she doesn’t want to be a witch, and in every instance, her reluctance is casually dismissed. Whether it’s Mae pulling the bossy sibling who knows best routine, Koril trying to aggressively shut down any dissent, or Aniseya affectionately assuring her that she will eventually grow out of her silly individualism, everyone in her immediate vicinity is basically telling her what she wants doesn’t matter. Then, Sol and Indara show up, and one of the first things they do is recognize Osha’s individual wants and encourage her to act on them. Yes, what Osha wants is in line with what they want, and as a child, she doesn’t fully understand what it is that she’s asking for, but they make it clear that the decision is hers, and all they encourage her to really do is to be honest with herself and be brave enough to be honest with everyone else. No one else in her life has ever encouraged her to do so, and there is a degree of child abuse present in that reality.

When the Jedi arrive at their home, there is obvious tension between the witches and the Jedi. Sol might be blatantly prepared for hostility, and Indara definitely had the air of someone who was ready to fight, but generally, the Jedi make an effort at being polite, despite the open hostility and even aggression the witches treat them with. Bear in mind, we don’t yet know the history of this particular group of witches, so whether or not the hostility is justified on either side remains to be seen. We know that the witches have a clear, victimhood mentality, based on the fact that their ceremony starts with a speech about how they’ve been persecuted for this appearance of using dark powers. Again, whether or not their powers are dark, or whether or not they’ve actually been victimized by anyone remains to be seen. They could be witches of Dathomir who were driven off world and legitimately persecuted due to incorrect association with the Nightsisters, or they could actually be Nightsisters or similar dark witch organization who are bitter about having their dark ambitions thwarted.

I’ll wrap it up real quick, basically, the coven, whether or not they are night sisters, is clearly a cult, and possibly a dark side cult that has in history of being up to no good. If that is the case, then the Jedi are probably justified in wanting to keep a close eye on them and being concerned about them training children. And yes, the Jedi have faults, and their recruitment methods are also problematic, but considering that when in their ideal form, the Jedi are truly a force for good in the galaxy that do go through times where they primarily function as tools of the Senate, they are definitively the lesser of two evils here. Especially when the coven is actively engaged in highly controlling behavior towards the children in their care.

[popodoki]

Hey, teacher! Part 8 (Catwin motorcycle au)

Thomas to the rescue x

"My God… is that your friend, Edwin?" Esther sneers, horrified.   

"Oh yes," he acts casual. Like this isn't completely bizarre. "It appears he was able to make it after all." Edwin politely excuses himself, pointedly doesn't walk away at full speed like a man escaping a death sentence.   

By the time he reaches Thomas on the street, at least 7 children have gathered around the shiny novelty of his bike, some of them are actually touching it. One child is gripping the handle bars and making 'vroom' noises. Thomas stands by, looking amused, answering their overlapping questions as best he can. When he notices Edwin, he smiles broadly, winking mischievously.   

Edwin comes to a stop, lifts one eyebrow at him.  

"I've come to rescue you, ghostie." Thomas announces, like its an obvious answer to a question Edwin didn’t pose. "This is real shit, isn't it? There isn't even any music. What kinda picnic is this?" Some of the children giggle at the curse word. "Also, babe, you’ve been here less than an hour and already you look fuckin' miserable." Edwin visibly deflates. He had been under the impression that he'd done a faily good job of hiding it. "Don't curse in front of the children." Is all he can think of. Right after, the realization that Thomas just called him babe comes barrelling through, and that is now all he can think of. 

"Well, come on then." Thomas throws his leg over, sits back on the motorcycle, pats the seat behind him.   

Edwin stares. 

Thomas stares back. 

Edwin’s mouth opens but it takes a second try to form the "What." 

"Come on, we're going home. There’s wine in the kitchen, and I’m pretty sure I saw a real nice vintage record player in the living room." 

"Thomas, I." Edwin shrugs helplessly, at a loss for words. "I can't just leave. And definitely not on that." 

"Course you can leave. Come on, say goodbye to- oops, here she comes." Thomas, vagrant that he is, can't even bother to hide the absolute glee spreading over his face. 

Heart in his throat, Edwin whirls around, sees Esther breezing towards them, a look of murder in her eyes. He braces himself, then deflates like a punctured balloon animal, with a slight wheeze he can’t quite smother behind a hand, when Thomas beats him to the punch, loudly. "Good afternoon! I remember you, tittering about yesterday, yeah? Never quite got your name, mine’s Thomas, Thomas King.”   

"Charmed." Esther clips out, curt, glancing at Thomas’ outstretched hand with disdain. 

"Pleasure's all mine, ma'am." Thomas quips, smoothly pulling his hand back, turning the motion into a tip of a hat that's not there, leans forward. "Say, you had a good look at her yesterday, I got her all cleaned up just earlier,” Thomas pats the bike’s seat, smiles wide, on the edge of too much so, "can I interest you in a ride around the block?" He pats the seat again, tilting his head just a bit to the side, towards her, making sure that Esther catches the challenge, the confidence in the invitation. 

Esther almost reels, recoiling with disgust. "That's a very emphatic NO from me, Mr. King. Edwin, dear boy, do come back when you're,” she waves her hand in the air, gesturing in the vague direction of where Thomas is practically preening, perched on his shining bike, arms crossed, “done, with all this." Her message is clear. Get rid of him.  She stalks away, every muscle in her body so tense, Edwin is surprised she can walk at all. When he turns back to Thomas, he sees him offer a cheeky fingerwave at her retreating back. 

When Edwin gives in to the urge to swat his arm, Thomas laughs and laughs, giggles like a child that's just pulled off a particularly dirty prank, looks just as faux-ashamed only when he fully refocuses on Edwin, and his wide-eyed stare at him. "You do realize, I'll pay for that later?" Edwin whispers from behind his clenched teeth. 

"Ghostie. What's she gonna do? Come on, now's your chance. Hop on." He scoots forward, making room. 

"I told you, I can't. I, I just-" 

"Edwin." Thomas looks him right in the eye, expression serious. "Don't worry. It's just a picnic. It'll go on without you. Who cares about what Esther says anyway? Who cares about the people who would care about what an absolute witch like Esther says?"   

The sound of his name coming out of Thomas's mouth is what calms him. Yet at the same time, his heart rate triples, he feels a surge of adrenaline. "I won't fall off?" He eyes the thin strip of seat behind the other man. It doesn't look at all secure. "Not if you hold on." Thomas starts the engine with a wink, and the nearby hovering cloud of children all exclaim in wonder at the noise, laughing, covering their ears. Some of their parents look decidedly displeased. Edwin takes a deep breath, wipes his sweaty palms on his overcoat, forces himself to throw a leg over the motorcycle, tucking up close to Thomas, an arm around his torso. "Sorry." he apologizes over the din of the engine, though he's not sure for what exactly. For touching him? 

"S'alright, babe. Hold on, we're going to be making a quick exit. The wicked witch is decidedly not happy." Thomas pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket, the motorcycle jerks forward, scaring Edwin half to death. He reflexively clings harder, pretending he didn't make a high-pitched yelp out of fear. He doesn't dare look back, to see people's reactions as the motorcycle roars away. He doesn't even want to entertain the thought of how Esther Finch is going to handle him running off without saying goodbye.   

They've gone through two corners, when Edwin realizes he's still clinging to Thomas, perhaps a little too hard. He tries to loosen his grip, he really does, but every time the motorcycle makes the slightest motion underneath his legs, he's worried that their equilibrium will be shattered and he'll go spiraling to the pavement. Also, it's an easy excuse to hold him without any guilt. This was Thomas's idea, after all. Edwin is blameless for clinging. He presses the side of his face against the leather-clad back in front of him. The smell of leather is divine, and he can feel Thomas's ribcage expanding with each breath. It's nice. It's very nice. Edwin almost wishes he lived further away. 

Thomas pulls to a stop, neatly, in the middle of the driveway. He cuts the engine, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. "See? World didn't end." Edwin releases his squid-like grip on that leather jacket, rather unsteadily dismounts the bike, trying to calm his quaking knees. "Actually, there were a few turns back there that almost proved you wrong." A bucket is placed against the garage door, probably used by Thomas when he cleaned his bike. Thomas laughs good naturedly when Edwin gives it a calculating stare, just for effect. Edwin can’t help but smile, a touch wry, marvelling just a bit inside, how easy he now falls into this, this kind of banter, teasing, with someone he didn’t even know 3 days ago.  

He looks at the bike once more, and it occurs to him, again, that he has just ditched Esther at the church picnic, in front of essentially the entire town. Not only that, but he did it clinging to the back of a man on a motorcycle. Edwin needs a good, big glass of wine, and he needs it now. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Alright, let's have a drink, before I spend any more time thinking about what I've just done." 

Thomas slaps him on the shoulder with a smile, letting his hand drift to the small of Edwin’s back, and leads them both inside the house.