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The Blue Lanterns represent āhopeā and they are support for the Green Lanterns
Guys itās literally perfect for their dynamic Iām ššš
#doctorsiren#ace attorney#ace attorney au#apollo justice#clay terran#green lantern#blue lantern#batworth au#ace attorney fanart#art#digital art#my art#fanart#procreate#okay fine he can live :)#boy named earth earth can go to space#hey best friend what if we kissed in space jk jk unlessā¦ š#also there was no way I was drawing his dumb McDonaldās employee visor
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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*
a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick š®āšØ so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!
nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.
nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.
nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.
nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?
nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.
nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (
nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.
choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.
nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?
nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.
nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.
"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."
uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.
"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.
nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.
nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.
nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.
nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.
nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)
nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.
"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."
oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.
you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.
"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.
fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.
he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.
nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)
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Welcome to the Team, Bro
TW: Misogyny, Homophobia
Your twenty-first birthday had been going absolutely perfect. Of course, youād surrounded yourself with all your closest friends, all girls, obvi.Ā Drunk off cheap grocery store champagne being sipped out of red solo cups, you all continued laughing and enjoying your annual birthday roast, regardless of how uncomfortable everyone was stuffed onto your small college apartment couch. It was all in the name of light-hearted funātypical jokes about how you wear the tightest of clothes, how you seem to have retained more Sex and the City quotes than anyone else alive, and of course, your nonexistent love life with guys. The usual, nothing that cut too deep. You laughed along, leaning back in your chair, feeling comfortable and safe being with your gal pals.
But then the door swung open, and Levi, Jessicaās ultra jock boyfriend, walks in. The room goes completely silent for just a second, the atmosphere shifting rapidly. Levi, an absolute douchebro, is the kind of frat guy who dominated a space just by existing. Tall, muscular, and that same cocky grin permanently plastered on his face. He saunters into your living room like it was his own frat house.
"Hey, birthday boy!" Jessica teases, giving you a nudge. "Levi asked me if he could take a turn roasting you. He says itās good practice for his stand-up career.Ā Can you please let him go up?Ā I promise he wonāt say anything too horrible."
You blink. āWhat on earth could Levi even say?Ā He doesnāt even know me?!ā you think to yourself. The other girls exchanged worried glances. The guyās not exactly known for being subtle or sensitive, but before you can protest, Levi stepped towards the middle of the room, cracking his knuckles as he sized you up.
"So this is our little birthday bitch, huh?" His voice booms, loud and commanding. He stands in front of you, creepily grinning as he looks you up and down your skinny, twinkish frame. "Man, look at you. Youāre such a fucking stick. Bet you couldnāt lift up a five pound weight, even if your life depended on it. What, a gust of wind gonna blow you over, fag?"
The girls laugh sporadically, forcing a chuckle just to try and relieve the tension. But as the words leave Leviās mouth, a hot, uncomfortable sensation ripples through your body, and out of nowhere, you feel a tightness push itself against your pale skin. You glance down and your eyes widenāyour biceps are swelling, your pecs thickening themselves into two smooth mounds of man meat. Muscles youāve never even fathomed having in your life start to form, bulging out of your once-slender frame. Your shirt strains at the seams as your chest broadens to itās sides, your chest pushing forward until theyāre massive, rock-hard slabs, rivaling the tits of your girlfriends.
"Whoa, dude... what the hell are you saying, man?" you mutter, your voice suddenly much, much deeper, almost as deep as Leviās.
The girls gasp, their eyes widening in shock, but Levi just keeps going, pretending to be unaware of whatās happening to the poor boy.
"But you know what?" Levi grins, his tone dripping with smugness. "I bet youāre the kinda guy whoās so obsessed with looking good that you wouldnāt even know what it means to get truly dirty, huh? Probably shower three times a day, all prim and proper. Nah, man. A real dude doesnāt give a shit about smelling fresh.Ā Real men smell like bulls.ā
As soon as he says it, a wave of heat rolls through you again. This time, itās not just gonna stay inside yourself, no. Itās... in your gut. A thick, rumbling pressure builds up more and more inside you, and before you can stop it, a loud, wet burp escapes your mouth.Ā
BRRRRRRRP!!
The girls squeal in disgust, but it doesnāt stop there. A loud, long fart rips through the air, and the smell is rankāsweaty, cheese, and 100% pure man odor.
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT!
Your armpits start to sweat profusely, staining your rapidly shrinking tank top shirt, and the once-fresh Polo cologne you had on is completely overpowered by the raw, animal scent of your dick stink. You can feel your skin getting greasy, and when you scratch your ballsāwithout even thinking about itāthey itch more, like you havenāt showered in days and you canāt help but touch it more and more.
"Ugh, gross!" one of the girls groans, wrinkling her nose. But as she pulls away, her eyes, theyā¦change. Like she canāt stop glancing at your new Adonis body, completely disregarding, maybe even enjoying the smell. And sheās not the only one. All your former āgal palsā are starting to shake and whisper amongst themselves, their giggles turning into flirtatious murmurs, their shirts opening up as if he thermostat had been turned up to a hundred.
Levi leans in closer, his grin growing wider. "But hey, itās not just about the looks, right? I bet this little fucker still canāt get laid to save his life. Probably jerks off to Tumblr stories every night instead of actually getting some pussy. Pfft. Bet he couldnāt handle a real girl if he tried."
Something snaps in your formerly gold star brain. Youāve always been gay, but now, that feels... weird. Incorrect.Ā Immoral.Ā Suddenly, the thought of even just hugging another guy seems wrong, as if you were worried you could catch gayness. Your eyes flicker over to Jessica and the others, and a new heat ignites inside your groin. Your mouth waters at the sight of your friendās curves, their massive cleavage, their clean shaven legs. You want to be inside them. You need to be.
Memories shift. Nights spent dreaming about guys and writing fanfictions about male celebrities blur and twist into hazy recollections of fucking girlsālots of girls. So many, you couldnāt even remember one of their names.Ā You can taste their pussies, hear their moans. Your cock twitches in your pants, straining against the fabric of your newly materialized gym shorts as you stare at the girls who used to be just your friends. Now, theyāre more than that. Theyāre... opportunities.Ā Sluts, ready for the taking.
"Fuck you asshole, I get laid all the fuckinā time," you hear yourself shout, your voice deeper, more arrogant, your words rolling out in laughter like theyāve always been true. The girls giggle, blushing and shooting you lingering glances, clearly wanting your dick in their mouths. All of them. And in the pit of your stomach, you know theyāll all be yours by the end of the night.
Levi laughs, clapping you on the back. "Now thatās more like it, stud!" He steps back, crossing his arms, admiring his work "But letās be real, this guy just thinks far too much, huh? Heās always overanalyzing shit, worrying about dumb stuff. A real bro doesnāt waste his time thinking. Just acts. Bet this guyās head is still full of that nerdy fag crap."
You feel a sharp, dull shot of pain go through your head like a bullet, as if half of it is being yanked out. Your vision swims around the transforming frat room of breasts, and suddenly, itās hard to thinkālike thereās a deep fog settling over your brain, clouding everything, mushing it into a few simple desires. The things you once knewāyour studies, your hobbies, your passionsāfade away, replaced by simpler, more immediate thoughts. Working out. Fucking. Drinking beer. All the things that matter to a real man.
The last thing to go is the memory of who you used to be. That skinny, smart, gay kid? Gone. Replaced by the image of you as a dumb, horny jock, the kind of guy who lives for the gym and pussy. The kind of guy who doesnāt need to thinkābecause he already knows heās the shit.
You blink, grinning stupidly at Levi, feeling the last vestiges of your old self disappear. "Yo, bro, I aināt no faggot. Hey, where the fuckās the beer at? We gotta get shwasted, man."
The girls are all over you now, practically throwing themselves at you. And why wouldnāt they? Youāre hot as fuck, and you need to dump your cum in their needy holes.Ā Youāre gonna make these formally open-minded liberal intellectuals into perfect American mothers.
"Thatās my boy," Levi laughs, handing you a beer. "Welcome to the team, bro."
#bro tf#douchebag tf#dumber#dumbification#broification#muscle tf#lib to con#before and after#gay to straight#straight tf
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I got a take on the Danny is Damian's older brother au. He's Damian's brother but he's his adopted brother. So hear me out:
Danny is running away post TUE and he encounters some assassins. For whatever reason they get into a fight and he beats them. This ends up getting back to Ra's who is quite curious about who beat up his most prized assassins effortlessly. After some investigation, he extends an invite for Danny to train under him. On Danny's part, he jumps at the chance to disappear off the face of the earth and have a free place to stay.
Danny ends up being an absolute prodigy. This is him close to being Dan so his morals are much shakier. He doesn't leap at the opportunity to kill, but he's most definitely not above it if need be. Combine that with his ghost powers and personal training by Ra's himself and the guy becomes like the golden standard within the league. So much so to the point where Ra's even names him his heir and adopts him. Though Danny insists he is his adopted grandson and not adopted son.
Flashforward to Damian being born and Ra's obviously wants him to be his new heir. Not that Danny has any problem with this. He's very clearly Ra's favorite considering the things he's allowed to get away with. Like letting targets go, having worldly possessions in his room (TV, gaming console, computer, etc), and even befriending his subordinates (Ra's particularly doesn't like that one but knows Danny will never allow it to become a weakness for him). Even if Danny wasn't the heir, he would still maintain a significant level of authority within the league (again not that he cares about having power as long as there's a roof over his head).
The problem is, Damian can't compete with Danny. After all, who could match up to a highly trained half ghost with dubious morals? Let alone a kid. Too bad Ra's doesn't see it that way. He sees Damian as a failure who will never measure up to Danny. That's why he sends the boy off to live with his father. It's under the excuse that he'll be receiving a different sort of training but in reality, the Demon Head no longer wants anything to do with his biological grandson.
Obviously this turns into quite the complex for Damian. Meanwhile Danny absolutely adores Damian. From the moment he was introduced to the baby he was ecstatic. He'd always wanted to be an older brother. He would constantly be barging into Damian's room to hang out and whenever they'd sparred together, he'd try to let him win. Ra's quickly caught onto that one and put a stop to it immediately though. Basically Danny is Damian's League of Assassins version of Dick. An example of what he's supposed to be that he will always compare himself to (and that also has no idea what personal space is).
Danny loved his little brother so much that he even managed to get a mission to Gotham about a year after Damian had been sent there in order to surprise him with a belated birthday present.
The bats are absolutely shocked with an assassin suddenly charges at Damian and before anyone can react, scoops him into a hug. Damian is screeching bloody murder as he attempts to get Danny to let him go. Danny is just hugging him while saying stuff like "I missed you little brother" and "You've grown so much since I last saw you" all while avoiding knives to the chest.
The bats get shocked x2 because wait.... little brother!? Talia had another child!? And one far older than Damian to boot. Damian is quick to clarify that Danny is adopted while still trying to stab him. Imagine the boy's horror and Danny's delight when he gets invited back to the batcave to speak further.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#winter's tales#btw i don't think ra's knows that danny is a half ghost#just a troubled kid trying to run away from something#which works for him because that means there's no danger of danny leaving the league#or is there?
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Safe With You.
Ao3 | wc: 4.8k | Rated: E | tags: Daddy kink, under-negotiated kink, hurt/comfort, crying, sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart, masturbation
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The credits are rolling, names passing on the screen of Eddieās little tv, movie over.Ā
Steve squeezes Eddieās fingers where theyāre tangled with both of his own. His head had migrated to Eddieās shoulder around 20 minutes in, all tension seeping from him with one of Eddieās thighs slung over his own and Eddieās arm around his waist.
Heād missed nights like this, with someone, in easy closeness, being someoneās boyfriend. Something inside Steve always yearned for it, to be allowed this, something like it. Soft and domestic.Ā
(Heās been blessed with his platonic closeness with Robin. But sheās less tactile than Eddie, they hold hands and hug but the full body blanket of contact isnāt something she can stomach for long.)
It feels extra special tonight, somehow, after the day theyād had, because the Corroded Coffin boys were over to hang out and talk shop for their characters. Steve had come over around three, after his shift and part way through a heated discussion about trolls. He busied himself with decompressing, puttering around and reading Eddieās comics on the sofa - leaving them to it. But every once in a while Eddie would call out for him to pick a number between one and ten. Or would scamper over with a box that had a dice in it, asking Steve to roll, kissing him on the head once he had. Steve felt so special; to be allowed to exist in that space, have Eddie want him there, including him as much as Steve was comfortable. It was so nice.Ā
And then Steve was allowed to stay, the other boys leaving with waves and see you soonās and it wasnāt even mentioned that Steve would go too. Instead Eddie came and draped himself over him, snuggling into his neck and talking about what they should make for dinner. Those moments seemed to cause another piece of Steveās burned red insides to scab, peel, and revel itself fresh pinkĀ - on its way to healed.Ā
After Nancy something had curdled within him. Followed by the long hot summer where the main sense memory he retained on his skin was that of hard knuckles and big stinging palms. Then followed were those long months full of girls, here and there, who would touch his hand or his dick; and it was nice, until the post orgasm haze melted and it was time for one of them to leave. Steve left alone again. His body aching for something else. Something different.Ā
Now Steve feels syrupy and loose, fuzzy around the edges: a Polaroid that got wet with the lake water it captured. He fiddles with the rings on Eddieās fingers. Eddieās other hand having migrated up to his hair, scratching lightly behind his ear.Ā
āWant to stay over?ā Eddie asks quietly.Ā
Steve did. He really really did.Ā
āIf thatās okay?āĀ
āCāmon.ā Eddie stands, motions for Steve to follow along, grabbing his hand again and holding it behind him as he leads them down the little hall to his room.Ā
Eddie puts on a record and some old smoky blues song filters through the room. He makes his way back over, swaying his hips, humming softly, taking Steve by the waist and turning them in a slow sort of waltz.Ā
Steve thinks, for not the first time and definitely not the last, that Eddie, his boyfriend, is so so beautiful. Free and handsome and earth-shatteringly charming.Ā
Eddieās hands slip up Steveās sides, finger trailing over his scarred waist, taking Steveās T-shirt with them, pulling it up and off over his head, dropping it to the floor at their bare feet.Ā
āWhatās this?ā Steve asks, smiling, eyes half lidded. Eddieās lips work their way soft and slow down the muscle of his neck, still humming softly along with the song. Steveās own hands flutter from Eddieās shoulders to draping around his neck.Ā
āNothin, sālate, we should get some sleep.ā Eddie says low and lazy. His soft lips make their way back up to Steveās cheek. All the times in the world they seemed to say.Ā
Eddie, to Steve, had taken to being someoneās boyfriend even more than he ever wouldāve expected. Hopelessly romantic and achingly attentive; it regularly fills Steveās chest close to bursting. These few months of being with Eddie have been so fun and Steve laughs more than he can remember. It all just feels different with Eddie, he feels different. That things arenāt quite so hard, that it doesnāt all have to be so scary.
āSleep huh?ā Steve asks, lips on Eddieās skin, on his salty temple. His own fingertips grazing shoulder blaze, grazing scar, grazing bone and skin.Ā
Eddieās eyes are dark chocolate, his mouth set in a half grin that never seems to leave. Never seems to leave when heās looking at Steve. āYup, just helpinā you get ready.ā Eddie says, pinky finger ghosting along the waistband of Steveās jeans.Ā
Steve dips his chin forward, attaching his mouth to Eddieās, lips already parted and tongue already searching. Eddieās hand comes up into his hair, the other slipping into the back pocket of his jeans, squeezing, gripping.Ā
They kiss and they kiss and the blues plays on, the air-con rattling and a stray cat meows in the distance.Ā
āTell me something.ā Eddie says between kisses, quiet and deep and Steve feels like thereās whisky in his belly, thrumming through his veins. Drunk on Eddie Munson. āTell me what you like, show me. Let me help baby.ā His hooded eyes pull Steve in, fingers stroking hairs away from his forehead and lips pressing kisses to his cheekbones.Ā
Steve doesnāt know how to answer, how to ask for something he wants. āNo, I. Te-tell me what you like.ā He says, pulling Eddieās shirt up and off, giving himself a moment away from eye contact, away from the vulnerability Eddie draws out of him.Ā
Eddie lets his T-shirt be tossed away, pulling Steve close and swaying them again gently. Slowing the moment once more. āMmm, I like lots of things. Like making pretty boys feel good, for one.ā He ponders, hand soothing up and down Steveās back. āAnd you, honey, are the prettiest guy Iāve ever seen.ā He smiles, teeth glinting in the soft lamplight.Ā
Steve ducks his head as his cheeks flush, smiling, hiding in Eddieās shoulder.Ā
āLet me make you feel good, hm? Tell me something you like, something you enjoy, or always wanted to try.ā Eddie asks quiet and slow into Steves hair, hugging their bodies close.Ā
The first thought to Steveās head makes him swallow. The first thought to Steveās head makes him burn.Ā
āItās embarrassing.ā He whispers, face hot and he has the sudden urge to cry. To kick and scream and stomp his foot. To curl up in a ball and not say anything more.Ā
Itās a word heās thought about, for a while, secretly. He would think about it with girls - the few who took a little more charge, who threaded their hands in his hair and pulled. Thought about it after he realised boys could be his, could be something he finally let himself feel. Thought about it alone in the shower, moaning quietly, fingers in his mouth, water trailing across his skin. Thought about it and flushed, belly churning, aching. He thought about it once, came, cried, weeped into his pillow for everything it could mean. Everything he wanted along with the word, tantalising and terrifying and wrapped up in ugly puss-filled parts of his past. Who he is, how he grew up. A tangled mess thatās heās too scared to try and tease apart.Ā
Eddie guides his face back out, cradling Steveās cheeks in his palms. āWant to look after you, thatās all Iāve ever wanted Stevie. Baby, itās all I want to do.ā He says, earnest, kissing Steve softly on the mouth. Ā
āYou, I donāt. Ho-how can you be so?ā He mumbles wetly, losing it, floating away under Eddieās lips.Ā
āLike you so much Stevie, Sweetheart. Always mean it. Tell me what you want baby. What do you need?āĀ
Steve bites his lip, feels emotions choking in the back of his throat, solidifying into something thatās maybe not so bitter, maybe not so bad. If the trust unfurling in his heart at the soft press of Eddieās fingertips could tell him anything, itās that maybe Eddie can handle it - him - the mix of things that are begging to spill. The word, that means so much somehow.Ā
āEddie.ā Steve whispers, as lips return to his neck. Ringed fingers undo his jeans and they slip down his hips to pool at his feet. āEddie.ā He whimpers, shivering, as Eddie reaches the juncture of his neck and shoulder, biting and sucking and leaving a sweet bruise of promise marked onto Steveās skin.Ā
āTell me baby.ā Eddieās thumb presses into Steveās hipbone, the other hand held firm to the back of his neck, keeping them close.Ā
āEddie, Eddie.ā Another bite, their bodies sharing heat and tears sting the corners of Steveās eyes. His blood feels molten, he feels sticky and heavy and flush. Eddieās hands on his neck and shoulders and waist, their legs tangling, toes brushing toes, Eddieās belt buckle pressing and catching in Steveās happy trail. Another bite, another caress, his Eddie all over him, holding him, loving him.Ā
āDaddy.ā Steve sobs, whines, the damn breaking. All his fears spilling out, fizzing bubbles in the air.Ā
āOh.ā Eddie groans, growls, squeezing Steve in his arms. āOh you donāt even know do you? How precious you are for me.ā And heās kissing Steve again, savouring and devout. Moaning into Steveās lips, drinking the word, eating the confession. Taking and swallowing that little part of Steveās own soul.Ā
Eddie holds his hips, grinding, seeking Steve out in his boxers, denim rough and Eddieās length is so hard against his own. āPlease.ā Steve moans.Ā
Eddie releases his lips, bringing Steveās hands up to kiss his palms, nipping his fingertips. His hands wrap around Steveās wrists forming a solid circle, dwarfing them in his palms, thumb smoothing over pulse point. Something about it makes Steve feel claimed and sticky. Eddieās hands big enough to trap him like that, hold him. Something in Steve never wants him to let go.Ā
Eddie steps them backwards until knees hit the bed, pulling at Steveās wrists so he gets the hint and lays down. Eddie falling with him, crowning him against the mattress, wrists pinned either side of his head. Kissing Steve again and again, licking onto his mouth.
Steve arches into the touch, hungry and seeking friction on his aching cock. But Eddieās thigh between his leg stays maddeningly out of reach. Steveās groans turn into whimpers as Eddie bites his lower lip and pulls.Ā
Heās panting by the time Eddie starts kissing over his cheek and down his neck, hands releasing to instead grope at his hairy pecs and Eddie keeps kissing until he can suck a nipple into his mouth. Steve arching again, whining weakly as he buries his hands in Eddieās curls.Ā
Eddieās fingers follow the curve of his waist down to the waistband of his boxers. Pulling his mouth away from the now red, sensitive bud. His eyes bright and sparkling as he looks up and Eddie presses a kiss to Steveās belly button before sitting up onto his knees. pulling at Steveās boxers and lifting his legs up along with them. The boxers thrown onto the floor with their shirts, and Steveās ankles stay resting on Eddieās shoulders.Ā
āFeel good baby?ā Eddie asks, kissing the soft skin of the ankle bone by his face. Steve nods, he feels blotchy and flushed but so so happy. Canāt help smiling up at Eddie. āGonna be good for me?āĀ
Steve reaches out for him, Eddie tangling their fingers and squeezing. āWho you gonna be good for?ā He asks, cheeky and lovely and light.Ā
āYou.ā Steve manages, wriggling a little, bringing his free hand up to his mouth.Ā
āWho am I?ā Eddie grips the meat of Steveās thigh, shuffling closer, bending Steve in half.Ā
Steve looks up at him, Eddieās face looming over his own, his sweet lovely Eddie. āDaddy.ā He whispers, own fingertips tracing his lips, ears hot and cock so hard itās leaking onto his belly.Ā
āGood boy.ā Eddie praises, kissing Steveās legs that are still around his face. Working his way upward until he can lay them gently back down on the bed. āWant you to teach me baby, show me how you feel good.ā Eddie says sweetly, laying down next to him. Crowding in close and kissing Steveās shoulder.Ā
Steve lets his knees fall apart. āYouāre gonna watch?ā He asks softly, waiting for Eddieās nod before he grips himself. Stroking long and slow across his length, biting his lips. Finally able to touch, his fingers twist and tweak the head, pressing where shaft meets tip. Just the way he likes it. Steve groans.Ā
āThatās it baby, donāt think, just do what feels good.āĀ
And Steve looks at Eddie, leaning up on his elbow, head on his palm. Dark brown eyes eating Steve whole.Ā
He sinks. Some part of his brain slipping away into darkness. Everything a black pool of sensation and need. Soft and warm and floating. āDaddy.ā He says softly, slurring and keening and weak. He feels so needy, so good and free and down.Ā
āYeah baby, Daddyās watching.ā And Steve moans, eyes closing again, fingers tightening, squeezing and teasing and he brings his hand up, sticks his finger in his mouth, tasting the salty slick and letting spit coat his digits, laving at his own palm.Ā
Gripping himself again he arches at the new glide, hips rolling as a deep moan vibrates from the base of his chest.Ā
āDo you ever touch here? That feel good?ā And Eddieās fingers slip over and past Steveās balls, dipping into the skin of his taint, pressing and seeking and sharp pleasure spikes up Steveās spine. Has him writhing on the bed.Ā
āOh you do.ā And Eddieās smiling, almost awed. āBaby likes that. Have you fingered yourself to Stevie?ā He asks.Ā
The words get stuck, sticking like peanut butter on Steveās tongue. āYeh.ā He manages, huffy and weak. āSometimes, but, sāhard, to, ah ah, get the angle right.ā And he reaches down, as if to show Eddie, as if to do more, be good, be better.Ā
But Eddie smacks his hand away lightly. āIāll find you the best angle another night baby, you just focus on showing me how to use that pretty cock of yours yeah?ā And Steve moans, feeling wet and dripping and silken. Eddieās fingers pressing and searching, a dry pressure on his hole, stroking the course hairs and thumbing that part again. āLet Daddy do the thinking, you just be pretty for me. You have such nice hands baby. Do you like it, like playing with the tip most?ā He murmurs in Steveās ear. He can feel Eddieās own hard on pressing into his hip. Feels where heās leaking over his own fingers.Ā
Eddieās watching him, rapt, as Steve switches hands and brings his dripping fingers up to his own mouth to suck clean. His eyes feel heavy, his thoughts gooey and slow but he hears Eddieās sharp inhale of breath, feels saliva pool on his tongue and soak his fingers further. The presence of something in his mouth makes his hips roll and he fucks up into his own fist.Ā
āYouāre so fucking hot. Baby, oh my god, looks so good when you let go like this.ā Eddie babbles, almost talking more to himself than directly to Steve, his denim clad cock grinding ever so slightly again.Ā
The compliments sit heavy and squirming in Steveās gut, make him moan loudly around his fingers, eyelashes fluttering as he tries to keep his gaze on Eddie. Hand speeding up, squeezing his shaft and twisting the head and he feels a fire building inside him.Ā
āThatās it baby, let me hear you, sāokay, sāokay to let go.ā Eddie whispers, lips on Steveās cheeks, kissing up into his hair and Steve needs to feel him, needs to be close, closer, heās right on the edge.Ā
He takes his spit soaked fingers out of his mouth, reaching for Eddieās jaw, feeling the roughness of new stubble against his palm. āCan I? Daddy can I?ā He begs, desperate. Turning his head so their eyes lock together.Ā
āLet go baby boy, come for Daddy.ā Eddie says nuzzling into Steveās hand, taking the tips of a finger into his mouth and biting.Ā
Steve does. He arches, muscles tensing, orgasming long and deep and groaning. He squeezes his eyes shut as he milks himself, shifting until it hurts. Eddieās fingers ghost back up and over his balls, massaging the goop into his pubes, stroking the hair by his hip. āMy good boy, so good for me baby.ā Eddie coos, kissing Steveās crown and his hips are still grinding, slow and sultry and aching.Ā
Steveās panting, floating and filthy and he needs Eddie to come too, needs him to finish, needs his show to have been useful. āWant. Want Daddyās come.ā He breaths, whining, panting, feels like he could cry.Ā
āNah, sweet Prince, want you to feel good. Did it feel good?ā Eddie dismisses, circling a nipple with his fingertips.Ā
And Steve actually might be crying now, he thinks, sniffing. āYeah but, but you need to feel good too.ā He whines.Ā
āI did baby I did. Want tonight to just be for you, and you did so well, such a good boy for me.ā Eddie placates, kissing Steveās cheek.Ā
Steve sniffles, whines, reaching for the fly of Eddieās jeans, he can still feel Eddieās half hard cock pressed up against him. āBut, but Daddy. You have to as well, make you finish, be good, feel good too.ā He reasons, babbling desperately, slurring and pleading now with Eddie.Ā
Eddie grips Steveās wrists, gentle, but firm, making his freeze. āSteve, no. I donāt want to, not right now. I just want to take care of you.ā And Eddieās voice has a hardness to it that Steve knows is final.Ā
He crumples, the fight leaving him as he curls up into Eddieās chest. He just, heās supposed to help, itās not supposed to all be about him. Before he knows it a sob chokes out from behind his teeth, forcing its way out between his heavy tongue and lips.Ā
Eddieās arms wrap around him instantly, folding Steve into his chest. āSāokay baby, let it out. My good boy, Daddyās good boy.ā Eddie breaths, rocking them slightly. And that just makes Steve cry harder. His foggy thoughts tangling together, muddy and thick and why does it hurt when Eddieās so sweet like this, why does it ache to be held so gently and why does Steve feel like his tantrum is finally being heard. Heās finally being seen and coddled and tended to with kid gloves. Eddieās here, his Daddyās here.Ā
āItās okay, itās gonna be okay.ā Eddie whispers, squeezing Steve in his arms. āIāve got you.āĀ
Steve bawls.Ā
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When Steve wakes the room is dark. He rolls over, releasing the pillow that was clutched to his chest. The only source of light comes from the ancient yellow streetlight out front; peaking through the old blinds and leaving patches of orange across the carpet.Ā
The bed is empty, but warm and Steve realises heās clean, with a fresh pair of Eddieās boxers pulled on.Ā
He groans, pushing his face into the pillow. Cheeks no longer tacky with tears but his throat is dry from them. Heās tired, and embarrassed. But, while his chest aches, itās got that familiar lightness that can come from a cry like the one he had.Ā
He hears the faucet pipes rattle in the kitchen, hears a mug being set on the counter. Steve bites his lip, gets up and pulls on one of Eddieās old sweatshirts from a pile of clothes strewn across the desk. He takes a deep breath and walks through to the kitchen.Ā
Eddie is leaning against the counter, curled in on himself and biting at his thumbnail. Staring through the pot of water on the stove.Ā
Steve steps closer, fingers pulling at a hole in the sweatshirts ribbing, Eddie jumps slightly as he notices him.Ā
āHey.ā Eddie says, in soft surprise. Stepping up close and tucking a lock of hair behind Steveās ear. āDid I wake you? Māsorry, how are you feeling? Oh, do you want tea? Iāll make you tea.ā And heās stepping away again, flitting around the cabinets and muttering to himself. He gets another mug out and laughs humourlessly. āWas already making tea, stupid.āĀ
Steve takes the mug gripped too tightly in Eddieās fingers. āYou okay?ā he asks, filling it up at the tap and chugging.Ā
āYeah, ācause. Are you okay?ā Eddie says quickly.Ā
Steve turns back, leaning on the counter himself, canāt really look Eddie in the eyes. āIām, yeah. Just.ā He groans, pulling his hand down his face. āI canāt believe, I acted like.ā He huffs. āIām, yeah. Sorry.ā He sets the mug down next to him, shifting up to sit on the counter, more of an excuse to still not look Eddie in the eye.Ā
āStevie, I-ā Eddie starts, but the water is boiling, pulling his attention. He curses gently as he turns the stove off and fills their mugs. Heās made the same tea heād made that one time Steve came over with a headache and Eddie took the roll of nursing him back to health super seriously.Ā
It makes Steve smile down at his lap at the memory. But it shifts and he frowns, he acted, heās so embarrassed.Ā
āI, Eddie.ā He starts. āIām sorry for, freaking out. I shouldnāt have reacted like that.ā Steve grips the mug, heat stinging his fingers. āI honestly donāt even know what happened, one minute it was like, amazing. Seriously. And the next I got it in my head that it would be like, a huge moral failing, and a, a betrayal or something, if I didnāt make you finish right then and there. It, yeah, I donāt even know.ā Steve finishes lamely, voice wavering.Ā
āSteve.ā Eddie says gently, almost sad. His hand hovers over Steveās thigh, before drawing back and curling it up against his chest.Ā
Steve canāt hear it yet, canāt stop. āYou, you were saying no and I, I didnāt listen. Iām so sorry.ā He feels his throat close and his eyes sting. Swallowing it down and scrubbing roughly at his cheeks. āI donāt, I never want to make you feel like that, like Iād do something like that.ā he mumbles, sniffing.Ā
Eddie scoffs, pushing away from the counter and pacing a tiny circle in the tiny trailer kitchen.Ā
Steve flinches at the noise, upset and, he gets it. āI, look, I can go.ā He scoots forward so his feet hit the ground again, resigning himself to a cold drive home and even colder nights sleep.Ā
But Eddie just groans, burying his hands in his hair and pulling, shaking his head.Ā
āEddie?ā Steve starts, worried. He knows he messed up but, well.Ā
āYou, youāre just, saying all that like it was your fault. Like you did anything.ā Eddie bursts, voice wet and desperate and Steveās mouth closes with a soft click.Ā
Heās stopped pacing, palms stretched out and upwards like Eddieās begging Steve for answers, like Steveās knows whatās going on. Eddie must see some of the confusion, the little bit of fear, in Steveās expression because he draws back in on himself, hands clasping at the back of his neck and elbows pulled in close.Ā
He looks down at his feet, mumbling sadly. āI just, I canāt believe you trusted me with something like that and first thing I go and do is make you cry.ā And his voice sounds wet, and pained and Steve doesnāt even think as he steps forward and pulls Eddie into his arms. Shoulder of the sweatshirt dampening as Eddie clings to him.Ā
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Steve leads them back to the bedroom with gentle fingers around Eddieās wrist. Putting the record they were listening to earlier back on and stepping in close again.Ā
He drapes his arms around Eddieās shoulders and his big brown Bambi eyes look so damn nervous it nearly breaks Steveās heart.Ā
āIāve never done that with anyone before, never said that word.ā Steve starts, brushing some hair away from Eddieās cheek. āBut I did today, you wanna know why?ā He asks, trying to keep his voice level, trying to soothe both their nerves.Ā
Eddie shakes his head, hands migrating to Steveās hips like a reflex heās not aware of. Steve takes a deep breath, resting his forehead against Eddieās for a beat.Ā
āBecause I felt safe.ā Steve says, eyes wetting again despite himself. He decides to smile through it, pulling back to take all of Eddie in. āI had the best day with you Edās, how you included me with your friends, and held me while we watched that movie. Cooking dinner together and you kept kissing me on the forehead.ā He brings a hand up, combing his fingers through Eddieās curls, pushing them over his shoulder. Eyes trailing over Eddieās red cheekbones and scarred earlobe as the vulnerability of eye contact becomes too much.Ā
āAnd, and then in here you were so sweet, so sweet like you always are, attentive and kind and sexy and, I. I feel safe with you Eddie. You asked and I told you and, like.ā Steve swallows. āThat word is, itās really vulnerable for me, I guess. I donāt know why it turns me on so much or why I reacted the way I did but I just think I knew that youād look after me and you did. You did and it was wonderful, until it maybe wasnāt but that had nothing to do with you, just, something to try. Or like, do different next time, yeah? If, I mean, if youāre okay with there being a next time. Obviously, you might. Sorry.ā Steve looses steam and looks down, focuses on where Eddieās collarbone peaks out of his old sleep shirt, instead of what might be happening on his face.Ā
āStevie.ā Eddie says softly, bringing his fingers up to Steveās chin, tilting his face back upwards.Ā
Eddieās cheeks are flush, his eyes tacky with the remnants of tears. But they also sparkle with something else. Something joyous and lovely and Steve thinks a whole world of stars might exist within Eddie Munsonās eyes, a whole galaxy of possibilities.Ā
Steve feels love bloom inside him, swelling his rib cage and filling his veins. He moves in just as Eddie does; their lips reconnecting, feeling and seeking. Bliss-filed. And when they pull apart, sharing breath as their noses brush together Steve canāt help but smile. Smile so big his cheeks hurt. He smiles and leans forward and kisses Eddie with more teeth than lips, kisses and kisses and kisses.Ā
Until Eddie threads his fingers through the hair at the base of Steveās skull, slowing them, pulling them apart gently. āCome on.ā He says, leading Steve back to bed.Ā
And Eddie pulls them down, manoeuvring until theyāre forehead to forehead and knee to knee. Bracketing each other, sharing air and space and skin.Ā
āIām sorry for crying.ā Steve whispers eventually, into their warm silence.Ā
āIām sorry for making you cry.ā Eddie whispers back.Ā
āYou really didnāt. I liked it, all of it, that word just makes me feel crazy.ā Steve reiterates, threading his calf between Eddieās.Ā
āYou liked crying?ā Eddie teases, no longer tense, no longer sad. And Steve smacks him lightly, fighting his grin.Ā
And their comfortable silence stretches again, until Steve sighs. āThe crying, it, really wasnāt you. I just like, wasnāt listening and didnāt really get that you could just, uh. Could just want to focus on me.ā He says, fiddling with the neckline of Eddieās T-shirt.Ā
Eddie grabs his fingers, kissing them and moves closer, so Steveās thigh slots between Eddieās bony knees, their ankles tangling. āWhat about before, the rest of it, did you like that?āĀ
Steve rolls his eyes, squirming, pulling Eddie in by the waist. āYeah. Liked it a lot.ā His cheeks feel warm. āDid uh, did you?ā
āSure did sugar.ā Eddie purrs and Steve squirms again. āGot so damn sweet for me, letting me take care of you.ā He murmurs into Steveās cheek, kissing it.Ā
āGod, youāre gonna give me a complex if you keep saying shit like that.ā Steve groans, covering his hot face with his hands.Ā
But Eddie pulls them away, hands wrapped around Steveās wrists again, gripping them, kissing him quick and soft. Steveās eyelashes flutter, sinking once more into the blanket of loveliness that is being here. Being held by Eddie Munson.Ā
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Shovel Talk(s) Part One
Part OneĀ š¦Part Twoš¦Part Threeš¦Part Four
Steve and Eddie aren't even together when Steve gets the Shovel Talk from Eddie's uncle, but it is what tips Steve into talking to Eddie about his feelings, so he's not upset by it.
They aren't dating, not because he doesn't want Eddie, because he absolutely does. It's just that he wants to be sure Eddie wants him back. There are times when he's sure, when Eddie gets into his space a bit too close, or more often, than he does with anyone else. Eddie calls him a thousand and one nicknames, ranging from sweet to irritating but just when Steve thinks that's a perk left just for him, Eddie hands someone else a new nickname (just the one, a voice in Steve's head that sounds suspiciously like Robin says).
Not that any of that is the point. Wayne wouldn't bother to give Steve a shovel talk at all unless he knew how Eddie felt. Wayne is a man of action, and he's never done anything unless it mattered. Meant something. Steve and Wayne have sat in plenty of (what Steve considers to be) awkward silences because Wayne doesn't talk to fill the void of silence.
The point is, Steve drops Eddie off at the house the government so graciously bought for the Munsons, walks Eddie to the door and giving Eddie a hug goodbye. He stays on the porch until Eddie shuts the door and then nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears Wayne call out his name.
"Harrington," Wayne says from the shadows of the wrap around porch.
So, Steve jumps and it's only then he notices that Wayne is sitting at the table and chairs set up on the porch. "Mr. Munson, sir, hi. Hello."
Wayne lets out a chuckle, but it doesn't really sound amused. "I have come to accept that you are nothing like your father, boy, but I do want to make it clear to you, that Eddie means more to me than anything else on this Earth."
"I know, sir."
"I know you do. And while I will forever be grateful that you helped return him to me alive, know that I will not hesitate to make you disappear if you hurt my boy in a way he can't bounce back from."
Steve's not afraid of Wayne, not really, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the need to flee. He doesn't, though, because he'd gotten enough shovel talks from concerned parents in high school, and he knows they can sense weakness. "I can't promise I'd never hurt him, sir, but I can promise it'll never be intentional."
He can't actually see Wayne's face in the darkness but he feels sized up all the same.
"I believe that, Steve," Wayne says, and it's the first time Steve's ever heard his name leave the man's mouth, "now go home."
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Wayne's shovel talk was expected. Robin's is not.
"You took Eddie on a date date?" She whispers it as though they aren't alone in Steve's living room. They're laying on the floor in a line, heads next to each other so if they turn slightly to the side they can make eye contact. Steve's not sure why they always end up on the floor for Serious Talk Time.
"Yeah," Steve says, looking away from Robin's face to stare up to the ceiling, "I mean, sorta? We can't like... be open that it was a date, but we went to dinner and a movie and it was nice. Shared a popcorn and played footsie under the diner table."
"Whoa," Robin says. "I never thought you'd- didn't think you'd be brave enough to ask him."
"Me either."
"Steve," Robin sounds serious, so Steve turns to look at her. She studies his face for a moment before she's the one to look away, speaks to the ceiling, "be careful with Eddie, yeah?"
"What? Careful how?"
"I just think you could really fuck him up," Robin says. "You're his first boyfriend, right? That's going to set a precedent for relationships that might happen if you two don't work out. And I hate to say this, because I know you've changed, but like, I saw how a lot of those girls you dated in high school ended up when you broke up with them."
Steve's a little hurt, because Robin's his best friend. She should be giving this talk to Eddie, not him. But, also, he understands. He knows that Robin knew about Eddie's sexuality before he did, knows they bonded over being queer while Steve was still figuring himself out.
Steve also knows that Eddie's never been in a relationship before, Eddie'd told him at much when Steve asked him out. Steve doesn't like that Robin implied that he and Eddie will eventually break up, but no matter how much that thought makes Steve's heart ache, he won't know if it'll happen unless it does.
He just doesn't understand why she seems to think he'll be the one breaking Eddie's heart. It could go the other way.
"Did you OD over there?" Robin asks, trying to lighten the mood.
"No," Steve answers, "I'll be careful."
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They've been on four more dates before Nancy knocks on his door. She doesn't accept his invitation to come inside. Just starts speaking on his doorstep.
"As Eddie's Capital P Soulmate," is how she starts that sentence, and it makes something hurt deep inside Steve as he tries not to think about Robin, "I am obligated to remind you that I do own several guns now. And I don't miss."
"Jesus Christ," Steve says, because even Wayne was more subtle, "I got it."
"Good. I do know you'd never hurt him on purpose," Nancy says but Steve doesn't feel reassured.
He thinks that, if she really didn't think he's going to end up hurting Eddie she wouldn't have said anything at all. "Right."
"Well, good talk Steve," and then she's walking down the driveway and climbing into her car.
He closes the door and goes to the kitchen to get himself a beer, mostly so he has something to do besides stew in his emotions. He wonders if Eddie has been given the shovel talk, too? Maybe Robin did the same thing Nancy just did. Showed up unprompted, threatened Eddie with some sort of bodily harm, and then just left.
Steve grabs the phone and dials Eddie's number.
"Hello?" Eddie's voice greets him, albeit questioningly.
"Eddie, it's Steve."
"Oh, hello sweetheart," Eddie says, "are you calling for business or pleasure?"
Steve laughs, "business."
"Boo!"
"Listen, uh, I had a question. I just wanted to know if anyone's said anything to you. About us. Or, y'know, specifically about us and our relationship?"
"Uh, not really? A few congratulations, I guess. Why? Did someone say something?" Eddie's voice is level, almost too level, so Steve knows he's trying to keep cool.
"Oh, no! No! I mean, aside from the scary shovel talk from- Wayne, everyone's been surprisingly cool about it. Very supportive," Steve says and even though it's true, everyone they've told has been cool about it, it feels a little bit like a lie.
Eddie laughs, "I can't believe my uncle gave you a shovel talk! You know, I keep expecting to get one from Robin but so far nothing. She must think you're safe in my capable hands."
Steve is safe in Eddie's hand, he thinks, but that doesn't stop the sting that goes through him. "Of course, she does. You've been a perfect boyfriend."
There's a pause before Eddie's voice comes through the phone, soft and quiet, "I'm glad you said so. I want to be. For you."
"You're not allowed to say those kinds of things when you aren't within kissing distance, babe," Steve says, because if he doesn't add humor to this conversation, he's going to tell Eddie he loves him instead, and even Steve knows that saying that a month into dating is too soon, especially over the phone where he can't see Eddie's reaction.
Eddie laughs and makes kissing sounds at him before the conversation shifts to chatting about the day and making plans for the weekend.
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Steve is trying really hard to not be the person he was in high school but every time he gets to the point where he's being a better person, someone brings up how he used to be. Shoves it back into his face that no matter what Steve does he can't outrun his past.
One such time is shortly after Steve and Eddie accidentally come out as a couple to all of Hellfire. Steve was just dropping off the boys and had stepped inside to chat a bit. Once game time had arrived it had and Steve made to leave, they'd (he and Eddie) had been on autopilot. Eddie'd whined 'where's my goodbye kiss?' and Steve had stepped over, kissed him goodbye, and was out the door before it had actually computed.
Steve had burst back through the door, rushing back to Eddie, because no way in Hell was he going to leave his boyfriend to deal with whatever the consequences would be alone.
It had been absolute chaos at the table with people shouting over each other.
"Of all the people you could be with, you picked Steve!? You could do better!" Mike had whined, and Steve had thought for sure he was the only one who had heard Mike until he saw Will punch his arm and hiss his own 'don't be a dick' at Mike.
It took almost half an hour to calm everyone down. It was a relief to know that Eddie had come out to his bandmates/the older Hellfire members already. The kids took it in stride, in the end, and Eddie had shoo'd Steve away.
Jeff had excused himself, too, and Steve thought he was just going to use the bathroom but instead he followed Steve outside.
Ah. Steve knows what's coming.
"Harrington," Jeff says, "can't say I'm excited that you're the secret boyfriend Eddie's constantly sighing wistfully about. I'm sure Wayne's already threatened you," And Robin, and Nancy, and Mike doesn't think he's good enough, "but if you hurt Eddie-"
"I get it! There will be dire consequences if I hurt Eddie," Steve snaps, not down for hearing it anymore. He stomps to his car and peels away from the curb without bothering to look back.
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If he's being honest, Steve didn't even know he had a breaking point with shovel talks until he gets his fifth one from Dustin.
It's not even a shovel talk. It's just a single sentence, said almost a month after Dustin learned about their relationship. He's dropping Dustin off after their DnD game. Normally Claudia picks him up, but she's busy tonight and asked Steve to do it.
"Alright, Henderson, safely delivered."
"Thanks, Steve," Dustin says, unbuckles his seatbelt, and opens the door, before turning back to Steve. He just looks at him for a moment.
"What?"
"I'm happy for you and Eddie. Just, don't hurt him, ok?"
He nods his head but can't say anything. Dustin grabs his backpack, shoots him a smile, and climbs out. Steve does wait until Dustin closes the front door behind him before putting the car back in gear.
He manages to get home, somehow, because Steve doesn't fully remember the drive. It's not that his mind was so focused on something else that made him fail to take in his surroundings, but rather that his mind wasn't even a part of his body anymore.
One moment he was pulling away from the Henderson residence, and the next, he was home, just standing in his kitchen in the dark. And now that his thoughts are back, or easier to process, he finds himself wondering why everyone thinks that he's going to be the one to hurt Eddie.
How many people has he hurt that this is his reputation? Is it inevitable that he will hurt Eddie? Is it truly just a matter of time until he breaks Eddies heart? Why is everyone so convinced that he will?
Briefly the thought occurs to him that maybe he should call up Eddie and break up with him right now, before Eddie has a chance to get in deep enough that Steve could break his heart, but just the thought of it breaks Steve's heart, so he's not going to do that. Doesn't want to do that. That would just be punishing Eddie for something he didn't do.
None of this is Eddie's fault, and Steve's an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with him because of it. Which feeds him back into the loop of thinking that maybe everyone is right about him. He is an asshole and will someday hurt Eddie, perhaps even on purpose.
He loves Eddie. He's in love with Eddie. But does loving him mean proving his friends wrong? Or does it mean leaving him before they're proven right?
He wants to ask everyone why they think he'll hurt Eddie.
He wants to ask everyone why they don't care if he's the one that gets hurt.
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Fun Fact: Even in space, ACAB.
Let's talk about Jaco: The Galactic Patrolman, a somewhat more obscure manga compared to Dragon Ball that Akira Toriyama wrote in its setting.
For the most part, this is a short and fairly simple story. It's primarily a character drama, with the developing relationship between Jaco and the scientist Omori as its central focus.
The manga is surprisingly vague about its connections to Dragon Ball for nearly all of its length, until its final chapter. Jaco is here on Earth to thwart some vague threat sent to the planet from a world of hostile aliens. It's only at the end of the manga that we learn he's talking about Goku.
Galactic Patrol detected an Attack Ball leaving Planet Vegeta and making its way to Earth, so they sent Jaco to... assess the situation and then make a decision about whether or not to do anything.
In his defense, the Saiyans are the most powerful race in the universe. I can understand why he doesn't want to fuck with a full-grown Saiyan warrior. Nobody wants to fuck with a full-grown Saiyan warrior. The most that the finest police force in the universe can do against Saiyans is to try and nip them in the bud when they're babies.
It's interesting that Galactic Patrol doesn't have Scouter technology. I wonder if that proprietary? Frieza might have a patent.
But at the same time, I don't want to be too sympathetic to Jaco because. Well. He sucks.
Galactic Patrol sucks. That's kind of the bit. Jaco is a self-absorbed little shit, utterly devoid of empathy or compassion for the people he polices. He's stranded on Earth right now because he wasn't watching the road while driving.
Jaco's a prick, but what little we learn about Galactic Patrol as a whole doesn't make them sound much better.
This one time Jaco accidentally pressed the Extinction Bomb when he wasn't supposed to and wiped out a planet. Hoo boy, was his boss mad! Gave him a real talking to before giving him another Extinction Bomb and putting him back on patrol.
Universe isn't going to police itself, y'know. Someone's gotta be out there very occasionally trying to stop those real estate genocides.
For his part, Jaco's in it for the aesthetic. He likes the image of being a cop, and he spends his time practicing looking cool for when he presumably dispenses justice upon the criminal element.
But his interactions with the common people are filled with condescension and menace.
Like I said, this is the bit. Jaco is a self-important thug with a badge, with the initial conflict stemming as much from trying to keep him from doing something awful to the community under his jurisdiction as from trying to solve his problem.
Ostensibly here to protect Earth from the impending arrival of a Saiyan threat, he is as much a threat to this community as the invader he's here to assess. Without Omori there to guide him, he'd be killing people left and right.
He fits in pretty well with the cast of Dragon Ball, many of whom at least begin their tenure with a degree of amorality to them. Omori himself is a bitter misanthrope ironically thrust into the position of having to convince Jaco not to kill people.
And then there's the manga's biggest Dragon Ball connection: The introduction of Tights.
Any reader who's been picking up on the Dragon Ball-ness of this universe will know immediately where Tights came from. Her name pun gives the game away. Just like how the final chapter clarifies Jaco's target as the young Goku, we get to see the familiar faces of Tights's family as well.
Bulma basically solves the entire plot singlehandedly.
Even as a little kid, the universe's greatest heretic remains unparalleled in the field of game-breaking super-intelligence. Bulma OP do not nerf.
Again, this speaks to how little of the manga is actually about the plot. If this were a story-driven manga, having a character from another manga show up in the final issue and solve the plot in the span of two pages would be pretty disappointing. But since the plot is just an excuse to make these characters interact with one another, it doesn't really matter.
We aren't here for the story; We're here for the relationship between Jaco, Omori, and Tights. With that in mind, Baby Bulma waddling up and going "I fixed the spaceship; Are you stupid or something?" is hysterical.
For her part, Tights lives up to her family legacy of being super-brilliant.
She graduated from college at 16. She's a genius like the rest of the family. What she's not is interested in science and technology. Possibly as a justification for why we've never heard of her before, Tights goes against the mold for her family.
She honestly seems like something of a free spirit. She lives in East City when we meet her, famously the city that Nappa wiped off the map, while Capsule Corp and Bulma's family are out in West City. Rather than a scientist, she works as a body double for a famous pop idol.
As a publicity stunt, they're going to launch an idol into space. Tights's job is to impersonate the idol so she can die in the inevitable disaster instead. She is bizarrely chill with being paid a huge sum of money to get stupidly killed. Much like Bulma, Tights has a terrible sense of self-preservation and is willing to take on incredible risk for the sake of achieving a personal goal.
Tights is the best character in the manga. An aspiring sci-fi novelist who agreed to probably die in space for the sake of the experience. This family gives zero fucks.
And then there's Omori himself.
Despite its title, Omori is basically the main character of this manga. He's the one whose life situation is most heavily scrutinized. This is his status quo that Jaco and Tights enter. Similarly, Omori is the character who undergoes personal transformation as his experiences with Jaco and Tights help him find hope in connections with other people again.
The three characters click really well together. So well, in fact, that Dragon Ball would end up recycling the setup of Super Alien/Crotchety Old Man/Spunky Young Woman for one of the best dynamics they ever wrote.
This is not a copy/paste; Cheelai, Leemo, and Broly are all distinctly separate characters. but you can still feel the barebones aesthetic of Tights, Omori, and Jaco in their dynamic.
So. Yeah. Overall, for what it is, it's a cute little short story about a group of characters just living lives in the world of Dragon Ball. It's the kind of thing that the franchise needs more of, and still does to this day: An opportunity to flesh out the universe a little but also just to let us live in it through the eyes of someone else.
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Book Club (Alastor x Reader)
Parings- Alastor X Reader
!!Minors DNI with this post. R-18+!!
Summary- Reader unknowingly drugs tea for themselves leaving them vulnerable in the presence of Alastor
Word count- 5.5k words
Tags- bitting, p in v, rough sex, masturbation, crush against Alastor, drugged slightly. First time Reader, bondage, SMUT SMUT SMUT.
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Ā Ā Itās been ages since you could curl up somewhere quiet with a book. You struggle just to find time to be alone with the constant chaos of the other residents at the hotel. So, when Charlie announced at breakfast that everyone was welcome to come to dinner with her father, Lucifer, at his manor you were excited to decline.Ā
Ā You had just been given a new book by Angel that seemed interesting and romantic. Romance books held a special place in your heart even when you were still alive. You could see yourself as the main character being loved by someone to the fullest and that was all you needed for the most part. You never had a lot of romantic experiences on earth and surely not in hell. You did not trust anyone enough to be that vulnerable in front of them.Ā
Ā Well, that is not entirely true. There was Alastor, but it is not like you could trust him, you had the tiniest infatuation with him. He was always slithering out from the shadows invading your personal space. Even though you didnāt mind the close proximity whenever Alastor came up behind you to grab something that was in front of you, he would lean down close to your ear apologizing, āI am sorry for the intrusion, darlingāā, only his voice was deeper than his usual charming range, while his tone scratched a deep itch inside your body. You can never help the heat building between your legs when you feel his breath on your neck as he slips away grinning triumphantly.
Ā Every time you felt his presence in the room you tried to keep yourself from trailing him with your eyes as he struts proudly with Charlie helping her with whatever she needs for the hotel but in most cases, you could not keep your eyes to yourself. Sometimes Alastor senses your heavy gaze so he turns and looks at you but instead of looking away he just stares at you his grin growing when warmth spreads to your cheeks leaving you hot and flustered forcing you to break from his stare.Ā
Ā None of this matters anyways it is not like he means anything by it. It is all just a part of the cruel game he plays to find enjoyment in the suffering of lowly demons. You sigh and shake your head, sitting up straighter. Looking around your plate is full while everyone elseās is almost finished.
Ā āAre you okay dear? Your plate seemsā¦ untouchedā Alastor asks grinning, but his smile did not reach his eyes, seemingly concerned, his question forcing all eyes on you. āWouldnāt want my little helper to starve now,ā he said statically, preceding to stare you down.
Ā āI- um... I am not hungry this morning. I am fine, thank you,ā forcing yourself to only look at Alastor for a moment before looking at Charlie. You squeeze your legs tight trying to refrain from thinking about Alastor ās back, flush with yours, cursing yourself for thinking about him in that way. āI was actually thinking about staying back while you guys go to dinner.āĀ
Ā Charlie frowns for a second before whipping up a reassuring smile āOh, thatās okay! We will miss you but sometimes you just need a good RnR,ā she smiles and finishes the last bite on her fork.
Ā āYes, thank your princess,ā looking at Angel, wiggling your eyebrows. āI am going to spend the night reading the book you gave me.ā You playfully say with a smile barely able to contain your excitement bouncing up and down slightly.Ā
Ā Angel cocks an eyebrow at you. āOh sugar, I am not sure thatās going to be very relaxing,ā chuckling the spider demon smiles not willing to share his thoughts on the book further.Ā
Ā āReading in general makes me relax I am sure Iāll be fine pretty boy,ā you giggle at the pet name and smile back at Angel who in return gave you a toothy grin.Ā
Ā āIf you say so (y/n),ā Angel says, picking up his plate and walking towards the kitchen.Ā
Ā Ā Alastor grin softens as he sees how excited you were, hoping you would turn to look at him with the same sparkle your eyes gave Angel. Grin widening further he had an idea.
Ā āIf you would not mind, dear, I would love to join you while you read. I have a couple radio show ideas that need to be put on paper,ā he asks charmingly.
Just the thought of sitting next to Alastor made your cheeks flush and heartbeat rapidly.Ā āWell, by all means come along, I-I wouldnāt mind the company,ā you stutter slightly as the last part rushes out of your mouth, unable to control yourself.
Ā āHow bold of youā, you thought to yourself, bringing your cold hands to your face trying to settle the burning heat you feel on your cheeks. āWhy did I say that?ā You ask yourself, quickly coming undone when you think about being alone with Alastor. Temporarily unable to breathe you force yourself to cut up some of the cold food on your plate. A meaningless task you thought āWhy did he even want your company?ā
Ā āVery well, dear,ā Alastor says as he gets up from his seat walking to your chair, only to stop a couple inches from where you sat, he leaned down and spoke softly in your ear. āNow, finish your breakfast darling.ā You inwardly groan as his breath whisps past your neck. All you could do was sink slightly further into your chair and nod.
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Ā You spend the rest of the day doing your laundry coming to and from your room on the second floor to the basement. Grateful for the mundane task you sigh contently thinking over your love life. Why hadnāt you branched out and at least experienced someone giving you pleasure? You always became hot and bothered from reading about love and sometimes lust, why could not you indulge with someone tangible. Your attraction towards these fiction man had overpowered any attraction for anyone in your real in your life. No one ever came close.
Ā Your mind drifted to Alastor, the sound of his voice or his closeness brought a flood between your legs and a small knot of tension in your stomach every time you saw him. It is not like youāve never felt arousal before, buts itās never been this strong for someone you could interact with. You shake your head and let out a frustrating sigh, trying to clear your thoughts as you gather up the rest of your last load, making your way back up to your room carrying your laundry basket.
Ā You decided once you reached your room to take a shower to try to clean off the dirtiness of your mind, swearing Alastor had a sixth sense for that, never failing you use it against you to make you flustered.
You take a short shower coming out of your bathroom wrapped in a towel as you make your way to your bed covered in folded clean clothes. Wrestling up some comfortable shorts and a large long sleave-shirt you get dressed without putting on a bra. Why would you? When you were alive that is how you dressed when you were lost in a book, why not be comfortable allowing yourself to let go today.
Ā Standing up off your bed you go to your bookshelf grabbing your Angels book and start to head downstairs to the kitchen to make tea and milk, your comfort drink for reading. When you make your way downstairs in the lobby, you are greeted by the crew getting ready to leave for Luciferās dinner.
Ā āWow, you all look amazing.ā Looking down at your lounge wear you suddenly felt embarrassed with how you were dressed.
Ā Ā āThank you (y/n), you look very comfy!ā Charlie smiles as she bounces up and down while Vaggie tries to calm her, giggles some.
Ā You blush looking down to rub your feet together as Angel comes over grabbing your hand, raising your arm up and spinning you around with a twirl.
āNow, this is what I want to be wearingā, you giggle feeling the blush lift, Angel always making you feel instantly better. He reminded you a lot like a friend you had when you were alive, making you feel safe.
Ā āWe should probably get going, donāt want to worry Dad.āā Charlie chuckles as she practically out the door with Vaggie in tow, while everyone is waving and reciting their goodbyes the door finally closes behind them.
Ā Standing alone in the lobby you are left feeling empty, second guessing yourself on staying home. āMaybe you should have gone with them instead,ā you shook your head, chiding your own thoughts. āNoā you needed this; you have not had a real escape since showing up in hell.
Ā You skipped your way to the kitchen to prepare your tea. After successfully having the patience to wait for your tea bag to seep you poured what tastes and smells like milk into your tea, not noticing the label that fell to the floor reading āProperty of Angel DO NOT touchā, gathering your book and mug you head to the bar.
Ā You grab a piece of paper and pen so you could write a note to Alastor letting him know where you were in case, he would hold to his word, which you were still unsure if he really meant it or if it was a part of his game.
I will be on the outside patio.
Waiting patiently
(y/n)
Ā Satisfied, you grab your things and make your way to the patio, a place you often came for some peace. You smile when you realize the fading light will be enough to read naturally for a little bit before the lights around the patio will turn on and the fireflies will be flicking just past the gardenās tree line. After a long gulp of your tea, you grimace at the overwhelming sweet taste, placing your mug down on a side table next to the comfortable outside couch. āMust have put too much sugar in.ā Shaking your head.
YouĀ settling down with your back leaning against the cushioned arm, you stretch your legs out before bringing your knees up close towards your chest allowing space for you to curl up with your book. Before you could start, you hear static in front of you and the air chilling around you slightly. You look up to see Alastor appearing with his shadows fading away around him as he sat with his legs crossed with a pen and pad laying on his lap.
Ā āGood evening, darling,āā Alastor immediately noticed how your cheek grew into a deep crimson, but that is not all he noticed. Your feet were slightly apart and with the way your knees were placed you gave him quite the view. Your shorts had bunch up outlining your cunt perfectly, your puffy lips outrageously enhance by the middle seam of your shorts.
Ā āHello Alastor,ā looking down you flip your book opening it, holding in a moan since saying his name had influence on you making you clench your core suddenly heat spread between your legs.
Ā When Alastor saw your cunt clench, he almost let out a groan feeling rapid swelling against his pants. How did you have such a hold on him? He wanted to grab your ankles, pull you to him and rip off your shorts so he could finally taste your sweet-smelling core.Tearing his gaze away he sat there lost in his mind before you broke him of the spell you had on him.
Ā āIf youāre okay with it I am going to start,ā you say as you flip to the first chapter, you look up and see Alastorās smile stained. āHey Alā¦ you are doing, okay?ā You ask though before you could start worrying, his smile changed softly.
āGo ahead darling, I am okay I am just thinking though some interesting ideas for my radio show.ā You nod, returning your focus to your book.
Ā You and Alastor sat in silence for a while as you read long enough for the patio lights to have turned on. The tone of the book was unbelievably sexual from the first chapter. Graphic depictions of the two lovers sex life wereā¦ well it was making you more aroused. The male companion was exactly what you would want in the bedroom. Something you have fantasized repeatedly but you could not help picturing Alastor as the main male character. You being chained and dominated under him, wrists tied to a bed unable to do anything while you were being taken.
Ā Your core ached desperate for some attention, it had become overwhelming to say the least, your cunt clenched over nothing countless time. How could I get this horny after reading this book, it felt unreal, the aching increase and you almost let out a moan. āOh my god what has gotten in you?ā you start to question reality now. Trying to clear your head you shifted slightly drawing Alastorās attention back to you while your mind was captured with the scene being played out in your head unable to focus on your book.
Ā Alastorās gaze shifted from your blushing, sweaty face to your cunt that was already beginning to leak with your arousal causing a wet spot on your shorts clearly, the fabric becoming slightly transparent forcing him to know the color of your panties. He felt his cock twitch aching for some friction. All he wanted to do was run a finger down your wet shorts, just to see what type of reaction you would make. Suddenly you throw your legs over the side of the couch, planting your feet on the ground unable to control your shaking legs. Alastor quickly looks down at his notepad afraid of getting caught looking at your cunt rubbing a hand across his face to try to mask his flustered face.
Ā Panting slightly, with your head hanging low you try to catch your breath as the aching became too much. Every part of your body felt sensitive like it was on fire and needed a release. You had to get away from Alastor and quickly, he could not see you like this. Lifting your head, you look in front of you noticing the fireflies pulsing in the distance. Perfect. Unable to think rationally you hop up on your feet and turn to Alastor.
Ā āI-I am going to go umā¦ L-look at theā¦ um fireflies! For a minute,āā panting you try to regain your composure but Alastor sensed something was wrong, so he reaches out and grabs your hand sending electric shocks up your arm. You flinch and pull your hand back throwing it up to your mouth coving a small barely audible gasp.
Ā āAre you okay dear? You seemā¦wound upāā his voice dropping an octave, your core throbbed at his voice wondering if thatās what he would sound like fucking you dumb.
āY-yess, I am fineā sucking in a breath, you say, āI just need a minute to take a break.āā
Ā It takes everything in you to not run as fast as possible to find cover somewhere you could relieve the heat that was continually bubbling at your core. Finally making your way past the tree line and out of Alastorās line of sight, crouching down on the fountain in the middle of the garden you collapse to the ground to your knees bracing yourself on the stone edge.
Ā Confused Alastor he picked up your book wondering if it was the cause of your sudden mood shift, peeking through a couple paragraphs only to find a complete description of a couple in an intimate moment. He looked up to where you had gone, a thought peeking is interest. He follows after you staying back some to see what you would do.
Ā Stuffing your hand under your panties, you instantly find your throbbing bundle of nerves and start to rub in circles causing you to moan loudly, confident you were out of ear shot from Alastor so you felt free to let go.
Ā Ā You need more. Quickly you pull your shorts down a little with your spare hand, giving yourself a little more room to move further to your cunt entrance.You slide a finger down your slit and circle around your core getting your finger wet before entering yourself. āOhā¦ fuck,ā you moan again.
Ā You have never felt anything like this before, everything feels more intense and sensitive. It would normally take minutes of fingering yourself to even reach this level of pleasure, but this was something different. Your walls clenched as you go deeper and found your sweet spot gently pressing back and forth, with this you are melting further down, unable to keep yourself up.
Alastorās grinning face flashes against your tightly shut eyes like it has so many times before when you have touched yourself. You could not help but moan, āA-Alastorā¦ā saying his name made your core tighten and started to spasming around your finger reaching your climax.
āOh, you have been a naughty little girlāā, you gasp hearing Alastorās voice behind you. Panting still coming down from your orgasm, you turn slowly facing him pulling your hand out of your shorts quickly.
āOH my, Alastor I-ā
Ā āNo need to explain dearāā his smirk widening. āI did hear my name though. Were you touching yourself at the mere thought of me perhaps?ā
Ā How did he hear that? Was he standing here the whole time?
Ā Bashfully you say in a quiet voice, āY-yesāā unable to hide your lust and desire throbbing from your inflamed cunt, you lower your head hoping he wouldnāt notice.
Ā Ā Alastorās in front of you in seconds using his staff to lift your chin forcing you to look at him. āItās quite alright little doeā he leans down at the waist inches from your face making you squirm feeling his breath on your lips. āIn fact, I have wanted to sample your taste for some time now,āā with a strained smile, āAll you have to say is one word, and I could help with yourā¦ā shifting his staff he trailed it down your stomach stopping right before he reached your cunt. āProblem.ā
Ā Ā Shamefully you could not say no so you whisper āYes,āā breathing out.
Ā Immediately after you respond heās pressing his lips to yours, licking his tongue at your bottom lip you, asking for permission before proceeding. You moan against his lips finding yourself lost as he enters your mouth as his tongue searches yours, teeth lightly nipping at your bottle lip.
Your body lights up in that moment, you lean forward and wrap your hands around his neck pulling him closer as you rake your fingers though his hair. Stifling a moan, air whips around both of you, next thing you know, you find yourself on top of something soft. Your head starts to swarm, and your body starts to heat up just like before, telling you it needed to be touched.
Ā You break the kiss and lean your head back, breathing out as Alastor trails kisses down your jawline stopping before latching on to a sensitive spot. āAlastorā¦ please I needā¦ā You voice catching when he drags a claw down your side until he reaches the hem of your shirt. You shudder as his hand moves under slowly and slides up over your bare rib cage before stopping just under your breast.
Ā āāYou need what, (y/n), be a good girl and use your words.ā His hand moves up cupping your breast and runs a finger over your hard nipple making you moan and lean back forcing him to straddle one of your thighs with his knee pressed up against your cunt. You grind yourself against his leg, groaning as your eyes cloud with lust at the much-needed friction.
āT-touched. I need to be touched more.āā It was all you could make out before Alastor rubs circles around your nipple making you shiver all over.
Ā āAs you wish my sweet girl.ā Alastor snaps and you are laying there completely bare in front of him. You let out a yelp and instinctively try to cover your mound with your hands before you could reach green chains appeared around your wrist pulling them over your head. You whine and try to close your legs even though it was helpless since his thigh was still pressed against you.
Ā āN-no one has ever seenā¦āā you stop for a second so you would not sound dirty. āāMe before,ā your face starts to burn in embarrassment. Alastor notices and trails his claws up your neck grasping your jaw to make you stare at him though half-lidded eyes.
Ā āIll be gentle my sweet,āā with that you nod allowing your legs to open wide letting Alastor have a full look at your glistening cunt. You hear his suck in a deep breath before lowly saying āYou are perfect, and this is all mine to enjoy, no one else has even glimpsed at you.ā He groans closing his eyes at the thought, using his spare hand and slides a finger though your slick folds, you hike your hips against his finger at the instant pleasure. āHow far have gone before?ā It takes you a second to respond, all you could focus was Alastorās fingers gingerly touching your entrance. You glare at him for a second after registering what he said.
Ā āIāve taken more than just my fingers Alastor,āā you say faking anger. āJust not with anyone real.ā
Ā In response to this Alastorās thrusts his finger into you, curling up and presses down causing you to moan loudly at the sudden pressure on your sweet spot. His finger pumping faster as he adds another digit inflicting your walls to pulse over his fingers.
Ā His eyes shift to yours full of desire and command, āWhat have you used on yourself then?ā Alastorās eyes dart down to your cunt pressing his thumb against your clit, circling slowly.
Ā You jolt your waist up your whole body flares with heat. āA toy!ā you practically yell in pleasure. Commanding your breath to return you say, āA six-inch p-plastic toyā tears forming in your eyes, choking more words out. āIt was all I could manage.ā You whisper, tears spilling over to the sides of your face, falling into your hairline.
Ā His grip gets tighter making his claws dig into your inner thigh, forcing small droplets of blood to rise to the surface. You wince at the pain, but surprisingly it increases your pleasure, making you rut your hips further on his fingers. Alastor moans while chuckling. āSo, you do like pain tooā¦ā Gliding a third finger into your heat. āOh, darling you are going to have to take more than six inches.ā
Ā Your brain goes into over-drive as you start to feel pressure building in your lower stomach āAlastor please I need moreā begging as more tears fall.
Ā āāMmh, good girl. I want you to want me and me only, by the time we are done you are going to beg for me to stop.ā He leans over your chest and takes a nipple in his warm mouth biting just enough to inflict pain, but he quickly runs his tongue in a circle causing you to moan his name. āOh, youāre so reactive, every touch so far. I canāt wait to hear more of your precious sounds.ā
Ā āT-thatās newā¦Iāve never felt like this before, the intense heat feels so.ā You voice trailed off as Alastor leads kisses up your neck, he brings up his bloody claws up to his mouth, taking a taste. He groans loudly closing his eyes at the taste of your blood. You watch him open his eyes franticly looking at you with a need for more, your words fall out of your mouth. āUn-natural.ā
Ā Alastor kisses your neck and nicks the soft skin, lapping up your blood feverishly. Your walls tighten around his fingers, feeling yourself close with an orgasm. Right before you get your release, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to his mouth he licks one digit clean before bringing them to your lips forcing them open. You lap up your own juices on his fingers making Alastor moan. Shutting your eyes as he sucks harder on your neck trying to draw out more blood. You hear his buckle coming undone as Alastor takes his fingers out of your mouth, in an instant he is fully undressed.
Ā You open your eyes at the touch of Alastorās cock gently tapping your clit. You look him up and down, your eyes tracing his chest. Surprised to see a puffy patch of black and red hair, thinning out as it reaches his stomach leaving a happy trial of red leading down to his cock. You are left breathless as you gawk at the sheer size of him alone. Your eyes dart up and he's looking down at you with a mischievous grin as he slides the tip of his cock down your slit getting himself lubricated with your juices, stopping just before entering your heat.
Ā You fiddle with the chains restricting your movement and you whine, wiggling your hands. āPlease Alastor, came I have my hands back, I want to touch you.ā Moaning as he presses the tip of his cock into your cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut at the intrusion that came along with a burning sensation around your tight ring.
Ā āOh, darling I think not. I happen to look though your book earlier, and it included bondage little doe.ā His voice dropping the way you always fantasize over. Alastor gives you a moment to acclimate to his size before pressing further into you slowly, āand domination,āā he says as he magically pulls the chains tighter. You gasp as he fills you more, filling you to the point you thought you were going to burst, you clench down hard around Alastor shaft resulting in his cock twitching inside you. Alastor moans and presses a hand on your lower stomach right over your uterus making you gasp not knowing that pressure would give you such an intense pleasure. āJust relax, you going to take all of me.ā Alastor growls saying the last part as he reaches under one of your knees lifting it over his shoulder, pressing forward when he feels you ease up around his cock.
Ā You bite your lip hard trying to hold in a moan, enough to break the skin making your mouth fill up with the taste of iron. Some of the blood pooling around your mouth before falling slowly down your chin dripping on to your chest.
Ā Alastor looks down at you with lust filled eyes widening at the sight of your blood. You could see his composer failing, so you take your tongue and wipe it across your lip sucking in the blood you had on your lips. That sets something off in Alastor as he plunges the rest of his length flush with your hips. Surprised at the feeling of being completely filled and the force of the thrust you yelp in pleasure as his cock twitch against your cervix. Your cunt spasms around his perfectly snug cock making you shudder.
Ā Ā Nothing has ever been inside you this deep before causing our cunt to burn as his cock stretches you beyond the breaking point, well past the three-inch girth of your previous toy.
Ā Straining against the chains you whisper breathlessly,ā oh Alastor please move. I need moreā you beg, grinding against his cock.
Ā āYou are taking my cock like a good girl.ā Alastor coos as he pulls back his hips pulling out enough to still have his tip buried inside you and thrust softly so you can get used to the movement. Moaning, you arch your back at the sensation of his cock pushing though your gummy walls.
Ā āAlastor,ā you growl pulling on the chains even though they dig into your skin leaving your wrists raw and red. āYou donāt need to be gentle with meā sucking in your breath as he slides slowly into your cunt again. āI can take it.ā
Ā āDonāt worry little doe youāll get what youāre asking for,ā thrusting into you with more force before he starts to take a brutal pace bruising your cervix each time, he pounds into you. Your vison starts to blacken around the edges as you are quickly approaching your release. Alastor grabs your other knee and forcing them to your chest gaining an angle that allows him to fuck you deeper. You could not hear yourself anymore for your mind was overloading with the pleasure he was encouraging and fucking into you.
Ā āAl-Alastor, Alastorā¦ oh my s-stars. Alastor please.ā You moan his name like a chant over again sometimes you could not make yourself speak but continued saying Alastorās name in your head. Alastor lowers your legs and raises your hips higher making him hit your g-spot with each thrust. āPlease d-donāt stopā you beg, rolling your hips trying to match Alastorās speed feeling the coil at your core tighten further making your walls clench down in return Alastor moans at your sudden tightness.
Ā āGood girl, beg for my cock to make you cumā you shudder as he rapidly increases his pounding.
Ā āP-please Al-Alastor I n-need t-to cumāā you sob stumbling though your words from the roughness and speed he was fucking you at.
Ā āYes, doe, cum on my cock. Show me how much you want it.ā Alastor leans down and kisses your collarbone and he bites hard leaving an outline of his teeth without breaking the skin.
The chains disappearing around your wrists, he slips his hands under your each of your arms pulling you up, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, latching on to your neck sucking so hard blood rises to the surface just under the skin.
āāBite meāā you whine and slamming your hips against him, grinding on his cock. Wrapping your arms around his neck running your fingers through his hair before you reach his growing antlers, you grasp the for some support forcing Alastorās thrust to sputter when your made contact with them.
Alastor bites down on to your shoulder, pain knocking the breath out of you as he breaks the skin but not enough to tear around his teeth. He pulls back for a moment to watch the dark red blood rise and bubble over before any bit had a chance to drip, his mouth cupped around the bite mark, the sweet liquid flooding into his mouth. Alastorās body starts to react to the blood fucking you harder he starts to feel you tremble as your body tightens.
Your orgasm rakes though your body with such power you start to go limp, your walls pulsing around Alastorās cock. He releases your shoulder with a pop and groans as you milk his cock making him reach his climax, sputtering thick chains of warm seed into your womb. You let out a whimper as he slows his thrusts before thrusting into one more time resting his already softening cock inside your heat not wanting to leave.
Ā Alastor lowers your upper half back onto the bed and stares at your weak twitching body. Adoring the way you looked, shoulder oozed slowly, lip ripped and completely fuck dumb. You sigh in contentment as you raise your hands and rub your face smiling, looking up at Alastor, his face reflecting the one you had.
Ā With one last thrust he pulls out of taking a moment to watch his seed leak out, groaning satisfied he conjures up a warm wet rag, cleaning you up as your eyes flutter shut still trying to catch your breath.
Ā Chuckling, Alastor tosses the rag near the end of the bed he leans over your bloody body and press a soft kiss on your lips feeling your smile grow against his.
Ā āāI am yours; I donāt want anyone else,ā you whisper softly opening your eyes to gage how he would respond.
Ā With Alastorās face so close to your he leans down planting another kiss on your lips and says, āSo you will be, mine for the taking.ā He settles down next to you and pulls you up to his chest resting your face against his chest. You sink your hands in the puff of fur and close your eyes drifting off to sleep as you listen to Alastor hum a song from his time.
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Later that evening you go back down to the kitchen to rinse out your coffee mug and see a thin piece of paper on the ground near the fridge. Reading it you immediately you text Angel.
(y/n): Angel was this on a clear jug with milk in it.
Angel: Yes, it was can you tape it back to the jug, I donāt want someone to get drugged. <3
(y/n): Drugged with what?
Angel: A drug that makes sex feel more intense, Val gave it to me to use for the next shoot, something about having bigger, better reactions.
You quickly make your way to Alastorās room not bothering to knock you barge in and announce, āI was DRUGGED, my tea was spiked.ā You proceed to show your messages to Alastor and explained you had used the drugged milk in your tea.
Alastor looks at you with a mischievous smile and says, āWell I guess we have to do it again to be sure you know exactly what I gave you tonight.ā
You couldnāt help the heat that burned your cunt at the thought of fucking Alastor again.
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A/N- This is my first time writing a fanfic and having the courage to post it, I hope itās okay!! Request are open Iāll be posting the parameters later but feel free to ask! Feel free to voice your opinion <3 Thank you for reading ļæ¼
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 13 - Next
"Swansea! Did you eat all the sweets?"
Swansea: "I don't know what you're talking about!"
He crossed his arms indignantly at your accusation, while you could see the chocolate stain on his mouth.Ā
Anya: "It wasn't him... I was eating the sweets you brought..."
You turned to look at her and tilted your head.Ā
"...You have been... very good, Anya"Ā
Anya: "...Thank you, captain"
"Did you left any candy? Can you share a bit with us?"
Anya: "Oh- yes, I'm very sorry for hogging them all by myself- I just wanted to eat something sweet"
"Don't worry, I understand. Just don't steal them, okay? We're just about to go home, we need to hold on a bit longer, then we'll eat whatever we want."Ā
Daisuke: "When we return! We'll stay in touch, right?? I don't want us to drift apart! Swansea, I want to meet your children and your wife! Oh, and I want to try the captain's food! The captain talked a lot about how much he misses her food!"
All the enthusiasm the boy had, you set aside while you slowly walked towards Anya and carefully took her hands.Ā
"You wear looser clothes."
Anya: "Yes..."
"...You know we have to wait three months... And three more to return?"
Anya: "I know..."
"...If that's what you wanted... I'm going to help you."
Both men were attentive to the conversation the two were having, approaching curiously.Ā
Swansea: "What is that whispering you two are doing?"
Instead of telling her, you looked Anya straight in the eyes, hoping she would confirm it herself.Ā
Anya: "I... didn't took the pills to end my pregnancy..."
Daisuke: "What??? Why???"
"That doesn't matter. It's the decision she has made and we are going to support her, we won't leave her behind."
You interrupted him and looked at the ceiling for a moment.Ā
"Should be born when we are already in the rescue or before it... But I didn't say anything about a pregnant crew member..."
Anya: "We can induce it, I'll be on time before they arrive anyway."
"You know the risks of that, and we don't have the equipment prepared for something like this."
Anya: "I trust you"
"Ah... You want to gave me a heart attack, don't you?" You sighed, resting your forehead on his shoulder.Ā
Anya: "Please no" she responded with a chuckle.Ā
Daisuke: "So, we're going to have a new member in the crew! Shall we give it a name?"
Swansea was about to hit Daisuke on the head to make him shut up, but Anya responded calmly.Ā
Anya: "I think the best thing will be not to give it a name. I plan to hand it over for adoption when we reach Earth again."Ā
The boy slowly raised his hand, as if asking for permission to speak.Ā
Daisuke: "Can I at least give it the nickname Polly? I don't wanna call it thing"
Anya: "You can call it however you want."
"Seriously? Polly? Like the mascot of Pony Express?"
You looked up just to judge him for his comment.Ā
Daisuke: "Of course! First baby born in space! On the Tulpar of Pony Express! Nicknamed the great pet that everyone knows!"Ā
"Swansea"
Swansea: "With pleasure"
Upon saying that, the man smack the back of the head of Daisuke.Ā
"Well, how about you take me to where you hid the candy?"
You patted the woman's shoulders, and she nodded to guide you to her room and show you where she kept them.Ā
Anya: "Seriously, aren't you going to ask me why I decided this?"
"My curiosity is killing me. But it was your decision, and I will respect it."
You got scared when you felt her arms around you, holding you tightly from behind.Ā
Anya: "...I was afraid of the pain, of infertility, and that in the future, when I want to have a family... I couldn't, and I must remember why... remember what he did to me... and the pain I felt..."
"...You are very strong... Much more than I was"
Anya: "Don't you think that... I'm a coward?"
"Not at all, I understand your reasons. And I'm glad this is going to bring you peace."
When she slowly let go of you, you turned to look at her and smile.Ā
"But before you even think about starting a family, I want to see you with your doctorate degree! Understood??"
You shook her several times, making her laugh.
Anya: "Do you think I can?"
"Of course! The ninth time's the charm."
You winked at her, making her laugh, and she hugged you, hiding her face in your neck, smiling sincerely.Ā
Anya: "I'm glad you're with us... Without you, I don't know what would become of all of us..."
"You're welcome... You are my crew... You are my responsibility."
You indicated by returning the hug.
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the best thing
summary - you hate harry after that one night together, but when you need someone the most he will always be there
a/n : mentions of sexual assault, quite intense scenes, crying, angst, drunkeness
word count : +3.8k
pairing : ceo!harry x reader
You donāt know how you got here.
One minute you were eating crisps at home and watching reruns of Friends, then the next thing you know youāre at an exclusive event in the centre of London with your best friend; Leia.
Apparently, your best friend is now dating some actor who is in with all the A-list celebrities and so she can get into all these cool events now.
This party was hosted by none other than Harry Styles, billionaire and CEO of StylesTech. He happened to be the one man on Earth who you absolutely despised. Well, maybe he wasnāt the only one.
Harry became a celebrity when he got put on the front cover of GQās magazine for sexiest man alive four times. Thatās rightā¦ four.
Harry was friends with James, your best friends new boyfriend, and had said she could also invite a plus one. The more the merrier was what Leia had said over the phone.
Now you were here.
Some rooftop bar in the heights of London. The lighting was very low, the music was very loud and the room was completely packed.
There was a dance floor where people were grinding more than dancing. There was a bar, which apparently was a free-bar. There was panoramic views of the city and tiny people below, making you feel like a Goddess up here in the clouds.
āWeāre going to get drinks, you coming?ā Leia asked you, James tugging on her hand to move them through the crowd.
āYeah.ā You nodded and grabbed onto her open hand.
You weaved through the crowds, apologising for people you bumped into.
You felt slightly too single here. Everyone seemed to be clinging onto someone and yet you were clinging on to a couple - third-wheeling to be precise.
When you reached the bar Leia and James ordered together, leaving you wait for another waiter to come to help you.
You waited a few more moments, before someone whistled behind you like they were calling over a dog.
āOi, Henry. Serve this lady now.ā
You turned around with a disgusted look on your face, only to be met with Harry Styles in front of you. He smirked at you when he noticed your facial expression.
You scoffed and turned back to Henry. āDonāt worry yourself about me. You can finish whatever job you were doing, hun.ā You smiled at the young boy, who looked terrified of his boss behind you.
āNo, he wonāt.ā Harry came and stood beside you. āSheāll have a vodka cranberry with ice.ā
āShe has a fucking name. Prick.ā You mumbled the last word under your breath. āSorry, Henry. Iāll actually have a Long Island Ice Tea, please. Thank you.ā
Henry was off, probably to get away from Harry and make your drink.
āSure your tolerance can handle a Long Island?ā Harry laughed beside you.
āDonāt act like you know me, Harry.ā You sneered his name.
āOh, but I do know you. Donāt I? Know you very, very, well.ā
You huffed, trying to not let his words effect you.
You knew exactly what he was talking about. Specifically, the night he was talking about. It had been one night back when you were working in a rival tech company. You had been issued to attend a conference weekend, there had been limited numbers of rooms and Harry - the gentleman at the time - had offered you a space in his room.
That night you had too many vodka cranberries and ended up sleeping with Harry that night - although not much literal sleeping actually happened.
The point of hatred for Harry occurred when he left in the morning after youād confessed that you could see yourself liking him. Youād offered yourself to him for a date together and all he said was; āI donāt do seconds.ā
Hence, the birth of the hatred for GQs sexiest man alive x4.
āThat was one night, years ago. Wasnāt anything to remember.ā You sneered.
You lied. It was actually one of the best nights of your life and no one has been as good since.
āExcept it was. You didnāt scream that much because you were hating it.ā Harry sipped on his glass of whiskey.
āYouāre a fucking pig.ā You grabbed your drink that Henry had given to you now. āStay away from me, Harry.ā
āThen why did you come to my party?ā
āIām here because of Leia, not you.ā
You scoffed and walked off, leaving Harry leaning against the bar in his gorgeous suit to stare at you as you walked away.
The little black dress and heels would do wonders for the power walk away from him. He could see what he has been missing.
You saw Leia and James standing at a table and went over to join them.
āHey.ā You said on approach.
āHey babes.ā Leia smiled as James wrapped his arm around Leiaās waist.
āCosmo?ā You asked, pointing to Leiaās drink.
āYou know it. And what the fuck did you get?ā
āLong Island.ā
āDo you even like them?ā Leia laughed.
āNo.ā
āThen whyāā
To prove a point. āDunno.ā You shrugged, taking a sip and feeling sick already from how disgusting the drink was.
āOh hey man.ā James unwrapped his arm around Leia to shake hands with someone. Unfortunately for you, it happened to be the one man you were trying to stay away from.
āHey. How are you?ā Harry asked as they bro hugged.
āGood, good yeah. This is my girlfriend, Leia.ā James introduced her.
Leia smiled politely, shaking his hand, and you suddenly wished youād told her that the story behind the āOne-Night-Standā guy had been this guy. āHello. Great party.ā
āThanks.ā
āAnd this is Y/N, Leiaās best friend.ā James introduced you, not realising that you didnāt need an introduction.
Harry stuck his hand out for you. If you didnāt shake it someone would know something is wrong, so you could your hand in Harryās and tried to ignore the soft skin against yours. Instead, you tightly squeezed as if you were trying to strangle his hand.
āLovely to meet you, Y/N.ā
You just tightly smiled, not feeling like returning the sentiment.
āHave we met before? You look veryā¦ familiar.ā Harry had the cheek to say to you. He was an evil man.
āNo. You donāt really have a face that Iād remember.ā You pulled your hand away from him in disgust.
āOh really? Iām not sure if thatās a compliment or not.ā
āItās not.ā You smiled, returning to your drink and trying not to gag with how awful it tasted.
āUh, so, what are you drinking Harry?ā Leia asked, clearly sensing some tension between you.
āVodka cranberry.ā
āAh no way! Thatās our Y/Ns favourite drink.ā Leia smiled genuinely.
āHow coincidental.ā Harry faked a shocked face.
āYeah. Truly.ā You rolled your eyes.
āYou two must be soulmates or something.ā
āThat would require two people going on an actual date.ā You stabbed into the conversation.
āI guess..ā Leia looked awkward now.
āYour capable of going on a date, arenāt you Harry?ā You innocently questioned, turning to face him.
Harryās nostrils flared and it looked like he was biting back from saying something brass. Instead of speaking, he shot back a good half of his drink.
āLovely speaking to you, Leia. James, weāll catch up in a bit.ā Harry nodded his head to them both. You didnāt miss how he didnāt acknowledge you as he left the table in a hurry.
You breathed a sigh of relief after heād gone.
āWhat the fuck was that about?ā Leia asked you immediately.
āWhat?ā You asked dumbly.
āYou and Harry. The sexual tension was insane!ā
James nodded his head in agreement.
āDonāt be silly.ā
āY/Nā¦ Cāmon. Iāve seen a penis and a vagina have less sexual tension than you and Harry. Get a fucking room next time.ā Leia fanned herself.
āI give up.ā You shook your head and downed the rest of your disgusting drink.
āWhere are you going?ā James asked.
āTo find a fourth wheel for me.ā
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Twelves minutes later and youād managed to find someone to spend the rest of your night with.
His name was Jordan and he was very good company. Attractive company too.
You two were cornered away in the back of the room in a circular booth. A tray of shots lay empty in front of you and another tray contained full ones.
You were playing a drinking game to get to know each other and now you were absolutely spinning. Your head had taken a hit after the fifth shot and now you were nine deep and couldnāt stop yourself.
āM-my turn.ā You laughed as you hiccuped.
āOkay.ā
Jordan sat close to you, his arm wrapped around the back of the booth where you were sat. His eyes were deep brown and his hair was light blonde. He looked the complete opposite of Harry, which maybe was subconsciously a choice.
āFavourite sex position?ā You giggled immaturely.
āHmm. Doggy. I actually hate seeing a girls face when weāre fucking.ā He replied and you had to take a shot because he answered honestly.
That shouldāve been your first red flag about Jordan.
You just laughed instead.
āMy turn. Have you ever masturbated?ā
āAlllll the time. No guy does it for me anymore.ā You laughed sadly.
Jordan took his shot and then moved in closer towards you. You tilted your head so he could speak into your ear.
āI could fix that problem for you.ā
Your eyes bugged at his forwardness.
āNo thanks.ā You shook your head and laughed to try and keep it civil.
āOh cāmon. Youāve been flirting with me all night and you know it.ā His hand dropped onto your shoulders and pulled himself closer. His other hand dropped onto your bare thigh and started rubbing up and down on your soft skin.
āNo I havenāt!ā You laughed the situation off.
āYou have. And I bet youāre all excited ācause of it.ā
He started moving his hand further up your leg. Due to your toxic alcohol intake your reaction times were a little slower, but when his hand had made it underneath your dress-skirt you gasped and tried to tug his hand away.
āNo. Please stop.ā You said softly, whining as he tried to push his hand higher.
His face came closer again and he started to kiss your cheek. You tried to move your face away but his other hand was there to trap you and keep you close.
You started to worry because of how dark it was and how hidden away you were. Everyone was busy dancing and drinking away and none the wiser about the situation you were in.
āGive in, you tease.ā His hot breath felt disgusting against your skin.
āI said no. Please.ā
You struggled to push him off. Both your hands were focusing on his hand on your leg that you couldnāt do much to get his face away from yours.
āYouāve been teasing me all night and now we get to play.ā He laughed.
Tears formed in your eyes as you kept pushing and pushing and pushing. You kept saying no over and over again, but Jordan was just not listening.
He felt disgusting on you and it made you feel just as disgusting.
Jordan just kept laughing whilst you were crying.
An employee caught your eye - in fact, it was Henry. You thought he mightāve come over to you and help, since he could clearly see you crying and struggling with Jordan on you, but instead he turned and walked away.
You sobbed then, thinking that mightāve been your only chance to get help and he just left.
You wondered whether it was because Harry was a dick to him.
You closed your eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts as Jordan started attacking your neck.
You tried to think of Harry. It wasnāt hard.
He was constantly on your mind.
āYou taste so good. Stop denying me all of you.ā Jordan bit your neck too harshly to be pleasurable.
āJordan, no!ā You shoved with all your strength and managed to completely get him off. You were pissed now. Your mascara may have run, your eyes red and blotchy, your breath shaky, but that was all he was getting from you.
āNo?ā Jordan scoffed. āNO?ā
Jordan grabbed your cheeks and pulled you towards him.
āOw.ā You mumbled through his harsh grip.
āListen here you little biāā
āThe fuck is going on here?ā
Jordan dropped your face and straightened his jacket, whilst you turned your head to find who you already knew was there; Harry.
His voice had sent a wave of calmness through your body the second he started speaking. Now he was standing there with a deathly look on his face you couldnāt help but feel relief.
And you noticed Henry standing behind him, looking just as angry.
āHi boss. Just having fun.ā Jordan responded.
Harry looked between Jordan and you. Jordan looked dazed and content, whilst you looked broken and scared.
āAre you okay?ā Harry looked intensely at you.
āSheās fiāā
āI wasnāt fucking speaking to you, was I?ā Harry rhetorically asked. āY/N, come here, love.ā
Harry held out his hand, palm facing up.
You made no hesitation as you weakly moved away from Jordan and towards Harry.
Harry helped you stand up and kept a tight hold on your hand. It grounded you, his touch.
āCan I touch you? Just on your face?ā Harry asked you softly and you nodded.
Harry cautiously held your chin and moved your head to the side, noticing the red mark and blood on your neck. He hadnāt taken note of your legs yet, but he would come to find red marks on them too.
Your teary eyes were wiped by Harryās careful thumb. You looked down at his shoes the entire time, too afraid to look at him. You knew youād crumble if you did.
āAre you okay?ā He asked you again.
āNo.ā You said softly, shaking your head. āI-I was really scared, Harry.ā Your voice broke and Harry immediately cupped the back of your head and brought you into his chest. You collapsed there and Harryās hands held you up strong.
āYouāre okay now. Iām here, youāre okay. Iāve got you.ā Harry said, whilst nodding his head discreetly to the two security men.
They came over within seconds and yanked Jordan out of the booth. His protests were no match for the security guys. As he was being escorted out, Harry stopped him to say āSee you in court.ā
After Harry had thanked Henry with a nod and smile, he walked the small distance over to the same booth and sat down on the edge of it, pulling you to sit on his lap.
Your body was still wracking with sobs, but only because the adrenaline of the situation had been too much for you.
Now you knew you were safe, it was too much.
Harry made you feel safe.
He rocked you as he held you. It was too loud to have a quiet, serious, conversation, but his actions spoke loud anyways. Iām here. Youāre safe. Itās okay now.
You heard Harry shout to someone for a glass of cold water, which was brought back to you within a minute.
"Here, sunshine, drink this." Harry spoke closely to you so you could hear.
He held the glass up to your lips and tipped it back slowly for you. Your hands were too shaky to hold onto it yourself, but you managed to drink carefully with the help of Harry.
He even knew when you'd had enough.
Harry's hand cupped the side of your head and brought you to rest back onto his chest. His head stayed rested on top of yours and you both just sat like that for ten minutes or so. It was hard to know exactly how long.
You just sat and thought about everything that had happened tonight and everything that could have happened. Mixed with that, your brain was constantly thinking about Harry and how much, no matter how hard you try otherwise, you like him.
Your heart feels constantly pulled towards him. He's like a beacon in the middle of a storm, safely guiding you towards home.
Just as those thoughts were circling your mind, Harry made his move.
He told you he was going to stand up, so you let yourself slide off his legs onto your own shaky ones. You thought he might be leaving you to go back and mingle with the other guests, so you stood shy to the side.
Harry leaned over to Henry and whispered something in his ear to which Henry nodded.
Before you could make plans as to what you were going to do now, Harry held out his hand to you again - giving you a choice to take it or not. Of course, you took it.
He squeezed your hand in reassurance and then lead you off and out of the room.
You two made no conversation as you wandered out of the noisy room and into a quiet staircase. Harry started walking up the stairs, so you followed him.
It was another two minutes before you made it to the top of the stairs and through a door that led to a rooftop. It was only very small. It overlooked the city skyline, with hundreds of twinkling lights casting shadows over the small space.
There were twinkling fairy lights too, up here. They were knotted around various creeping wall plants like ivy. In the corner of the square space there was a big L-shaped sofa with plenty of cushions and throws.
Harry turned back to smile at you, leading you to the sofa.
He sat down and let go of your hand, allowing you to choose where to sit.
You took one last glance at the skyline and up to the moon, before deciding.
"Wanna sit next to you." You said in a small voice.
"Okay." Harry smiled perfectly.
He shuffled back into the corner of the L-shaped sofa, sitting up and letting his legs stretch out on the chair in front of him. He patted his lap next with a smile. You shuffled over to him and sat on his lap, perpendicular to the way he was sitting so your legs stretched out along the other length of the chair.
"Comfortable?" He asked.
"Mhm."
Harry wasn't too sure though, and next thing you knew he was gathering a couple of blankets to throw over your legs and shoulders.
"Better. Thank you." You nodded.
"You're welcome."
"It's beautiful up here."
"I guess it is."
"Is it all yours?" You questioned.
"What? Everything up here?"
You nodded. Harry then took your hands in his and started to play with the few rings you had on.
"No. Not everything is mine."
You looked up at him and into his eyes, noticing he was looking straight back at you.
Your breath caught in your throat as you thought about the implications to his words. You couldn't help but let a blush and smile take over your face. If he was implying what you thought he was then maybe you were in with a chance of Harry liking you back.
"What do you want to have? You're a billionaire. You could have anything you want." You asked, curiously.
"No even a billionaire can buy everything." He smiled sadly.
"Well, what do you wish you could buy even though you can't?"
Harry chuckled under his breath, "Redemption. A second chance. Love."
You tilted your head back against the sofa, your head feeling less and less drunk by the minute. You sighed, looking at the beautiful moon and wondering how lonely she must be up there.
Loneliness is something you've suffered with for far too long.
You wanted to find that connection with that someone who makes you feel wanted, feel loved and feel chosen. You craved it.
You chuckled.
"What?" Harry asked, softly caressing over the back of your hand.
"It's just funny, is all."
"What is?"
"Us, wanting the same thing. Wonder if we want it from the same people." You tilted your head to the side to face Harry, watching him lick his lips as he looked at yours not-so-subtly.
"You already know we do." Harry said quietly, leaning in towards you.
Your breath hitched as he got closer, your heart beating faster than your brain was processing the motions. You knew you wanted to kiss Harry as badly as he wanted to kiss you, but not like this. Not yet, at least.
"Harry, wait..." You said, watching him stop immediately.
"Fuck. Shitting, fuck. Sorry, Y/N. That was completely inappropriate of me. I mean.. After... Tonight and us... and...."
Harry shot back to his original position and ran a stressed hand over his face as he tried to work through his thoughts.
You smiled as you watched him panic, before taking his stressed hands in yours and kissing the back of it softly - right over that small triage of freckles you knew sat pretty there.
"Hey. It's okay." You reassured him. "I'm not stopping you because of what happened this evening. I'm stopping you because I feel I deserve to know why I wasn't enough the first time around."
This was you standing up for yourself.
"Weren't enou-.. Y/N, love. God, I was such a dick. I never, ever, left you because I thought you weren't enough. I left because I didn't think I was. I was a nobody back then. I looked at you and saw someone who could literally be the epitome of sunshine, and then I looked at me and all I saw was a dark cloud that would cover you. I never thought someone as bright, as happy and as golden as you should ever have to be with someone like me. Hell, it's still a thought that niggles away at the back of my mind. But, I've learnt that I can't let those thoughts win. I owe it you myself, and definitely to you, to at least try."
"Well that was as good as apologies get." You sniffled, trying to hold back the happy tears.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, for our wasted years. I... I just wasn't ready for us back then and I know I was a prick about it."
"You were. A right big prick."
Harry wiggled his eyebrows and you had to fake punch him for it.
"I'm sorry." He said honestly. "And I'm sorry for tonight too."
"That wasn't your fault, okay? I promise." You squeezed his hand.
"Okay. I'm still suing that motherfucker though."
"You're a billionaire already!"
"So? I was going to donate the money to a sexual assault charity or something." He shrugged his shoulders like what he just said was no big deal - like he hadn't just shown his truest heart.
"You're a good person, Harry, who deserves good things." You moved closer to him.
"I am?"
"Mhm."
"Do these 'good things' include you?"
"I don't know. Do you think I'm a good thing?" You teased him.
Harry leaned in closer. "No. I think you're the best."
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Greediest man in the Stone World.
summary: you've just being awaken by your old friend and classmate, Senku, in a whole new human era. But, who's this young guy claiming you as his? a/n: waahh, i sincerly apologise if i disappeared...again. i literally forgot my tumblr writing page, and life took a.. strange turn of events(?) kinda. i hope this first ryusui one shot will make me forgive!!!
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Dark. And then... a golden beam of light passed through my eyes, blinding me. My muscles began to melt. I felt them sore, as if I had slept in an uncomfortable position all night. Or maybe, for three thousand and fifty years. This was what was brought back to me when I woke up from that sleep I thought was eternal. The first thing my eyes noticed when they hatched was a blinding sun. There was so much green. So much vegetation was not seen even in the well-preserved jungles. Then, a group of boys with familiar and unfamiliar faces. My eyes met his.
"Senku..?"
I uttered that name in a subtle tone of voice, and the boy did nothing but address to me that mischievous grin of his own.
"Yoh, Y/N...we need your help".
[ Time skip...(*ćĻć»)ļ¾ ]
"So... you need my dexterity in putting these little pieces together so you can build, um... Repeat it, thank you".
"An oxygen tank" Senku rest, without even thinking of getting that smirk off his face.
His attitude hadnāt disappeared after 3,500 years. Not even when he claimed in front of a professor that their speeches were meaningless.
Here we go again...
Between a sigh and the other I immediately set to work, while in the distance I heard Senku arguing with what seemed to be his colleague.
Just in the middle of my work I felt someone touching my shoulder gently. A delicate touch, like that of aā¦ "Child?" The girl in question wore a watermelon helmet on her head, with lenses inserted in the two holes that created a space for the eyes. She made a sound of wonder, her hands to her mouth.
"So, you are new here!" With a confused look I lowered myself to her level, able to have a face-to-face conversation with the little creature. " I suppose so..? And you are...?" That little girl who didnāt immediately show her intentions and courage was pretty to say the least. "Suika wanted to welcome you to the Science Team!" she said clearly, now showing me her hand to shake her. I took her, and with a kind smile, I accepted her request. "How kind of you! Since I am now a new addition to your team, can I have the honor to meet my future colleagues and companions?"
Little Suika nodded happily, running in the opposite direction where I was working. Heck. Maybe it was me who was no longer a child like her, but Suika seemed really fast in the race, not giving me a chance to keep up. I didnāt know where he was taking me; we passed through several huts, erected on wooden structures, running as if someone was after us.
The only one chasing her was me. Looking back to see if weād actually drifted apart, my foot tripped on a double-sized rock. The collision with the stone made me lose my balance; I was ready to crash on the dirty ground and have some bruises all over my face for a few days. Only that never happened. In the instant that I was about to feel my face against the damp soil, two arms wrapped my waists not too strong, but with determination, preventing me from slipping a second time. I didnāt even realize I closed my eyes. "Itās not even the first day youāre back here on Earth, and you were destined to get hurt. Pff, not very convenient for our team, huh?"
A moment later my eyes sprang to meet his, and those eyes reminded me of an autumn now close to winter. " Well, lady killer, now you might as well put me down. Iām not meant to be your princess." I said authoritatively. His powerful arms let go of my body, and with a little thump my butt bounced off the ground.
What an idiot!
Not only was he now laughing at me with a fat laugh, as if I had just said the funniest joke on Earth, but he didnāt even deign to preseed himself! The blond slightly lowered his head, as I was still on the ground, and with an energetic voice he replied: "Not yet", later going in the opposite direction, with firm step. Oh, what kind of weird I had in frontā¦
ĖĖĖ ā” ĖĖĖ
"Become mine! With all my Drago you would become the luckiest woman in the world!"
Somebody kill me...
It had been two months since I had made my unexpected (better to say, unlucky) acquaintance with blondie, who had the name of Ryusui Nanami. With his egocentrism and sheer avarice, he had proved to be one of the most promising members of the Kingdom of Science so far, with great skills for navigation. Apparently he came from one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and he certainly had not lost the habit of being indulged in everything, even after 3,500 years. And since our first meeting, he hasnāt stopped trying once. On every occasion he would give me his flirtations comments (sometimes shabby), he would become handsy, or he would try to buy me with his stupid Drago.
I was not one of those women who was so easily deceived, especially if a situation was about money. He thought I would give in so easily. I was so determined to prove to him the opposite, during these months, that this would give him up. With a gesture of the hand, I pushed him away. " Iām sorry, Ryusui. As Iāve explained many times before, Iām not interested." I took a dramatic break. ".. to you."
He whined loudly like a little baby, fogetting his money behind to get close to me. "Youāre making a mistake!" "I have made many mistakes in my life," I answered sharply. "Then add another to your long list." I nailed him down with my sharp look, sketching a tight smile. Nothing to do. That man would never wave the white flag in the sky. However, it was becoming a nuisance, and having it close to me like a fin was starting to run out. For the worse. I had only one idea that could have saved me in that instant, from a near future in which he was no longer clinging to me like an octopus: make him believe he had a chance with me. A bold idea; nevertheless, it had to be tried. Either it will make it or break it. "Maybe, in the future, you might have a chanceā¦" I implied in a vague tone, already heading somewhere, any, to get him off my back. I could swear to see his eyes shining remarkably with hope, and a new fire, fueled by determination.
He snapped his fingers, his iconic gesture that everyone, by now, had learned to recognize, and if he did, it was because he decided to do something. There were no roads back. "HA-HA!" His laughter seemed to flow throughout the Ishigami village. Even Senku and Chrome turned to us, with confused scowls, to see what was so funny at the time. But Ryusui found nothing amusing in this situation, except a challenge to complete.
"So be it! Iāll show you how much Iām willing to change your mind. Anything to get the chance to become yours!"
Though I did not turn to look at him, once again, his muscular arms clasped my waists, turning my body to meet his. Face to face. "You, damned Nanami, what do you want now?!" That gesture had taken me by surprise, because he was not used to come so near me, but with his cheeky smile, he kissed me on both the cheeks. A quick gesture that made me blush remarkably in my face, almost to feel it burn under the palms of my hands. "What the f...?!" "You donāt know it, but youāre already mine!"
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The Art of Being Seen - a Nancy Landgraab story
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AN: Nancy's story will consist of 3 parts: Part One- Youth | Part Two - Uni | Part Three - Wife Three pivotal moments in Nancyās life that shaped the Nancy we know today.
As mentioned in the prologue, this story may contain mature and possibly even uncomfy themes and all posts will have their corresponding trigger warners in the post as well as the tags. Trigger Warnings are: Homophobia / Religious Trauma / Death via Car Accident/ Drugs / Alcohol / Infidelity / Sex & Nudity
Also, I have experienced CAS burnout lately, so I aged down most of the townies to teens lol. I figured this version of Cassandra Goth can be the AU version since Iāve already wrote Bella and Morti Goth into my Briar legacy, which this story is apart of that universe.
Transcript:
Cassie: This is Blair Hall, the senior girlsā dorm, and if you ask me, itās the best one. We have our own private library. Down there is the rec room; weāre not allowed to have the boys over unless itās with a chaperone.
Cassie: Weāre also the closest to the church, which is great for when we have group sessions before service. You wonāt have to rush and scarf down breakfast, plus you can sleep in a little!
Nancy: [sarcastically] Gee, howād I get so lucky?
Cassie: Sister Agnes always says, Itās not luckāitās a blessing! Vacancies are hard to come by. My old roomie withdrew; she had a really hard time fitting in with the other girls. They can be... kind of intense.
Dina: Oh, look. Another pretty blonde rich girl. Like those arenāt a dime a dozen here.
Nina: [scoffs] Here we go...
Dina: I am not joking. I better not catch her ass around Don. The last hoochie he was tonguing down was also a skinny, flat-chested, blonde bimbo.
Vanessa: You need to put his weenie in a cage instead of fighting every girl that breathes the same air as him.
Dina: Well, he wouldnāt be tempted if these floozies would stay away from my man!
Vanessa: I guess dyeing your hair blonde isnāt working for you, huh?
Dina: Oh, shut it, VV. Youāre just jealous he isnāt into redheads.
Nina: Hmm, I thought he was into redheads though.
Dina: Ugh, as if!
Cassie: You can pretty much decorate your space however you want. Just nothing thatās on the prohibited list. Thereās a room check every night before curfew, and-
Nancy: What do you know about that redhead on the balcony?
Cassie: Dina?
Nancy: No, she said her name was Vanessa. I ran into her this morning but she didnāt mention her last name.
Cassie: Oh, yeah! VV. Vanessa Villareal. Sheās- eh, one of the mean girls. I try to stay out their way. Probably best you do the same.
Nancy: [softly to herself] Villareal. So, sheās old money, too.
Cassie: Her family built the school. Guess thatās why she feels like she can do whatever she wants- eh, donāt tell anyone I said that!
Cassie: But, erm, youāre welcome to hang out with me and my friends during rec and lunch and stuff. I know how tough it can, being the new girl and all.
Nancy: Yeah? ...thanks- Cassie, was it?
Cassie: Youāll totally like my friends. Theyāre the coolest people on Earth.
Cassie: Definitely better than some people. You can tell who goes here because of their faith and who was forced here because of their lack of it.
Cassie: Hey guys! This is Nancy, sheās my new roomie.
Bob: No way, they filled Angelaās spot already? Money talks. Iām Bob, or Bobby, and this cool, tall drink of water is Geoffrey. Welcome to Paradise.
Bob: [whispers] Geoffrey! Say something to the pretty girl!
Geoffrey: [voice cracks] W-weāve um, met already.
Geoffrey: Our dadās are friends. I just havenāt seen her since we were 10 years old. She looks so... different.
Bob: Oh, I seeee. First love? Your ears are beet red, my man.
Bob: Take a seat, newbie! Are you into D&D, perchance?
Nancy: I have no idea what that is.
Bob: Oh, ho ho! Youāre in for a treat, mālady. Iāll catch you up from the beginning of our campaign.
Vanessa: You look so bored. Want to get out of here, new girl?
Vanessa: Donāt worry, Iāll return you back to your nerds in one piece.
Cassie: [grumbles] Um, hello, weāre sitting right here?
Nancy: Go where, exactly? This place is in the middle of nowhere.
Vanessa: Guess youāll have to come and find out.
Nancy VO: [I learned then, that I would follow her anywhere]
Dina: There she goes, taking in another stray.
Nancy VO: [All she had to do was take my hand]
#Landgraab story#nancy landgraab#dark academia#catholic school#sims 4 stories#ts4 simblr#sims 4 simblr#sims 4 community#ts4 story#a special big thank you to my sister for the title#youāre the best āØ#cassandra goth#geoffrey landgraab#bob pancakes#dina caliente#nina caliente#don lothario#Vanessa Villarreal OC
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Book Curtis Brothers hcs
because I won't leave you guys hanging just because it got second place
Darry:
-He'll do anything for his brothers even if he hates the thing. (first scene in the book when Pony says he could've just called Darry to watch the movie even though Darry hates them)
-He tries really hard to be gentle when physically comforting people but he's always too rough without meaning to be.
-Genuinely believed Ponyboy hated him for a good while and it would actually keep him up at night at times which added to his stress levels.
-Always makes sure the house is stocked up with first aid supplies for the boys.
-He asks Soda to talk to Pony for him to make sure Pony knows he loves him because he thinks if he were to do it he'd just say the wrong thing and it would go bad.
-The five days Pony was gone were the worst of Darry's life even more so than the death of his parents because to him at least then he got the news the same day but for Ponyboy he had nothing letting him know if he truly was okay.
-Says he would've been okay if Ponyboy never spoke to him again after the slap because he would've deserved it but in reality he wouldn't know how to live with it.
-Hated when people would confuse him for being his dad's brother instead of son because he hated that people thought he looked older when he's only 20. (which doesn't get better now that he's taking care of his brothers)
-Technically this is canon but adding it anyway he is insecure about the fact he didn't get to go to college because he did want a chance to leave tulsa and pursue a career in football.
-Stays by Pony's door until he falls asleep whenever he wakes up screaming from a nightmare to ease his nerves.
-Only irons Soda's shirts because he knows even if Soda has time he won't do it himself.
-When Ponyboy was in denial of Johnny's death he and Soda made sure no one ever mentioned anything about Johnny around Pony.
-He asked Tim to have Curly tell Ponyboy stories about reformatory to scare him from being sent there.
-Used to consider wanting to reconcile with Paul so he'd still have other friends outside the gang. After the rumble happened he stopped thinking about it.
-Apart from his brothers the person he's closest to in the gang is Two-Bit since they're closest in age and he's the only one he truly trusts to leave alone with Pony.
Soda:
-Used to hate being the only blond one of his brothers until his parents died because he liked having his mom's hair color.
-Ever since basically moving into Pony's room because of the nightmares he now uses his old room as a storage space or offers it to the gang if they want to sleep on a bed instead of the couch.
-Will defend his brothers to the ends of the earth over literally anyone no matter who it is (I mean according to Pony the only time he was ever mad at Steve was when he said something about Darry).
-Took everything in him not to tell Darry that he suspected that Dally knew where Pony and Johnny were and almost slipped by wanting to ask him to proofread the letter.
-Slept in his room the days Pony was gone because it didn't feel right to him to sleep in there without Pony but he still didn't sleep well anyway.
-Plays football with Darry even if he's not the best at it just so Darry can still play his favorite sport.
-Contrary to popular belief while he is named the the crier of the brothers it is actually Ponyboy but he lets himself be called that because he knows Pony doesn't like being seen as "weak".
-Even though Sandy cheated on him and everything he couldn't find it in himself to hate her not even a little bit.
-Despite what Pony may think about comparing Soda and Steve to Bob and Randy, Soda would actually be the one to fight even harder and be angry if Steve were the one to die while Steve would be the one to not fight.
-Will gives massages to Darry when Darry works long nights at work because while his brother won't admit it, he doesn't take care of himself as much as he should.
-Misses the days when Darry was just his brother and not guardian because while he gets let off more than Pony the change in relationship between himself and Darry is still noticeable to him.
-Will cling to anything or anyone that is near him when sleeping.
Ponyboy:
-Is quite literally the little brother of the gang even though he thinks it's Johnny. (Everyone including Steve will drop everything for him).
-(pre book but after their parents died) Desperately craved attention/affection from Darry but didn't know how to ask for it.
-He has drawn every member of the gang + Curly but hasn't shown them any of the drawings. His favorite to draw was Dally.
-For the purly/papercut fans (me). Pony is the only one who can keep Curly from getting into too much trouble. (Like we know from Tim that Curly has talked about Pony and even calls him a good kid.)
-After Johnny and Dally's deaths he hangs up his drawings of them in his room. He also keeps Dally's jacket in his room even if he never wears it.
-Tried to finish reading Gone with the Wind after Johnny died but couldn't.
-Has nightmares of him being the one who was stuck under the beam instead of Johnny and being the one who died and wakes up terrified because he truly thinks it would have been better if it was him.
-Makes Darry go into the room with him at doctor's appointments and looks at Darry whenever they ask him a question. He'll also clutch Darry or Soda's arm because he hates being there.
-Quit smoking or is in the process of trying to quit post book because of guilt of potentially starting the fire and because it's not good for him being on the track team and all.
For all 3:
-Darry and Soda go to ALL of Pony's track events.
-Post book they all try to have one day of the week where they all do something together for the other. For Darry, Pony and Soda play football with him. For Pony, they go watch a movie together. For Soda, Darry lets him take them out racing but sits in the back with Pony to keep him safe if anything.
-When they were younger Darry would give shit to anyone who would say anything about his younger brothers having weird names. While Pony and Soda would give Darry shit saying he's the one with a weird name. "seriously DARREL"
-They all sleep in Darry's room together the night before if they know the social worker is coming in fear of separated.
#the curtis brothers#curtis brothers#darrel curtis#darry curtis#sodapop curtis#ponyboy curtis#the outsiders
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I've seen people making up different story arcs on what will happen after the Noroshi War so here's mine.
*Manga spoilers ahead*
Maybe in the future, Nii Satoru-sensei might create a story arc about a sukeban*.
*A sukeban is a delinquent girl gang that emerged in Japan from the 1960s to 1970s.
History
Credits: yaz1ska on Instagram
Sukebans were formed due to bÅsÅzoku a.k.a. male biker gangs or the yakuza not accepting female members. The rise of sukebans has a huge impact on the feminist movement in Japan. Each gang has their own rules, hierarchy, and ways of punishment. E.g. Cigarette burns were considered a minor punishment if a gang member was disrespecting a senior member or stealing a boyfriend.
My thoughts if it were to come true
If the author included a story arc about a girl gang, I would have faith in him. I mean look at how well-written & well-designed the ladies in wind breaker are.
Credits: Pinterest
Credits: Mangapill
*I love how the author would draw sketches of Kotoha with major characters such as Tsubakino and Sakura. This means that Kotoha is more important than we have initially thought. Moreover, kudos to Nii Satoru-sensei for not sexualising Kotoha. I am sick and tired of mangakas sexualising female characters for no reason.*
Credits: Nii Satoru on X
Not to mention many of us know that Nii Satoru-sensei is good at writing complex characters such as Tsubakino.
Credits: MyFigureCollection
Story Arc, Characters & Operation
As for how this story arc will be executed, I believe it will cover topics such as feminism, struggles of womanhood and mistreatment of women.
Moving on to how this sukeban operates, here's my input. I believe everything they do is the complete opposite of Bofurin. E.g. instead of protecting their own town, they protect themselves. This is because the town they live in is also the complete opposite of Makochi, hostile and narrow-minded.
*I just thought of making this sukeban the complete opposite of Bofurin because I think it's interesting to see their reactions. It's also hilarious because the opposite of a boy gang is a girl gang. Get it? Okay, I'll stop.*
I also believe maybe this sukeban and its base can act as a sanctuary for women of its town who were mistreated by men such as giving them food, shelter etc.
I believe the overall vibe that they give is going to be like the military instead of high school.
As for their leader, maybe she'll be the opposite of Umemiya, stoic and serious. However, it is interesting if she was a good leader like Umemiya because so far we've only seen bad leaders in Wind Breaker.
As for their gang name, maybe it will be associated with elements such as water or space. This is because the other gangs e.g. Bofurin é²é¢Øé“ is named after the wind element, Noroshi ē¼ē
is named after the fire element, Gravel and Shishitoren ē
åé é£ are named after the earth element along with KEEL is named after or related to the metal element.
*I know that Shishitoren are named after animals but animals are also related to Earth sooo*
Final Thoughts
Overall, this is just a random thought of mine that I just want to share. If Nii Satoru-sensei doesn't include a story arc that talks about girl gangs, I won't be disappointed or upset as long as he writes a good story.
*P.S.. this is my first time ranting about an anime so feel free to critique or educate me if I've made a mistake. Also, I still have some opinions regarding this sukeban idea so should I create a part 2?*
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whereās everybody? yuuji wonders as he walks through the dorms, looking for his friends, who seemingly disappeared from the face of earth. he long stopped calling out names, already feeling a little defeated by the fact that he will spend his saturday afternoon alone.
it doesnāt bother the pink haired male as much anymore, heās used to being alone even when his grandpa was alive. still, the slight sting in his heart and the small lump in the back of his throat is something he canāt evade. though right before his mood swings towards the gloomier side, yuuji takes a big breath and decides to might as well make something to eat and maybe watch a movie too, thereās no point in sulking around.
what he doesnāt expect is hearing the sound of music from the kitchen, following by the clinking of dishes.
as he opens up the door, yuuji sees you leaning over the kitchen isle in the middle of the room, looking at a battered up book, reading to yourself. he contemplates to silently turn around and go back to his room, not wanting to be a bother but you look up at him after hearing someone stepping into the room.
and when a sweet smile spreads across your face, yuuji finds himself not wanting to leave.
āyuuji! wanna bake cookies with me?ā you ask excitedly upon seeing him and you stand straight back up, waiting for his answer.
at your question, the boy opposite of you feels warmth spreading through his whole body and heās sure there is a faint blush on his cheeks. youāve been nothing but kind to him ever since he joined jujutsu tech, his pretty upperclassman whoās the definition of an angel. his heart flutters with every smile you send his way and he could literally melt in your arms every time you hug him.
so without hesitation, yuuji replies āyes, iād love to!ā even if he hadnāt baked cookies before and has no clue what to do.
āgreat, come here thenā you invite him closer happily as you make him space, so he can also read the instructions in the book as well. āhave you baked cookies before?ā you ask, while looking up at him with bright eyes and yuuji feels butterflies flying around in his tummy.
āno, no i havenātā he answers with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head and you take the book in your hands, standing a little closer to him.
āwell itās quite easy, you can never make the cookie dough wrong, but we have to make sure we take it out of the oven in time, so they arenāt burned to crispā you explain and yuuji canāt tear his eyes away from you. āwhat kind of cookies do you want to make?ā
yuuji doesnāt care what kind of cookies you two make, as long as he gets to spend time with you, alone like this. he canāt seem to function properly anyways, because you stand a little too close to him, not that he minds, and the smell of your strawberry shampoo and the whiff of your parfume fills up his nostrils, he feels very comfortable being around you.
thatās why yuuji tells you, he doesnāt mind, heās not a picky eater and heās happy making cookies however you like. you excitedly nod and the two of you get prepared to make chocolate chip cookies.
ten minutes later, the two of you are well into making the cookie dough and while you sometimes chime into the conversation with the instructions, you and yuuji talk about anything and everything thatās on your minds.
ādo you know where everyone is?ā yuuji asks curiously and you think for a second before answering.
āwell as far as i know, nobara and maki went shopping or more like nobara dragged maki with herā you let out a laugh and yuuji joins you because he can imagine that be the case. āyuuta is still abroad on a mission. panda and toge went to get a few groceries because itās their turn to make dinner tonightā you fist bump the air and yuuji can only agree with you because the two second years do cook well, but it makes him wonder if youād like his cooking too.
āand megumi?ā he asks before heād get too into his head about you.
āi donāt actually know where he isā you say with your brows furrowed and you only shrug after a few seconds. āhe might be in his room, you know how he likes his spaceā your response makes yuuji sulk over the dough in his hands and a visible pout forming on his face.
āi knocked on his door and got no responseā he mumbles dejectedly and you let out a little giggle at his reaction.
āawh, itās okay yuuji donāt take it to heart, thatās just how megumi is and besides we get to hang out together. and you know, i really like spending my time with youā your last words are softer and quieter, your gaze remains on your own cookie dough and you hope that your blush isnāt as visible because your face sure feels hot.
itās funny how you thought that you could keep your feelings at bay, but itās proven to be a real struggle when heās a few inches away from you with his large, veiny hands and the loose white shirt does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and muscular body and you donāt even want to think about those grey joggers. and yuuji is so nice, not many boys your age are this friendly and kind, heās also very funny and strong willed (you canāt imagine what itās like to exist with sukuna in the same body). youāre somewhat grateful that you are a year above him because you would have a hard time being around him as classmates, while also heavily crushing on him.
you hadnāt realised that yuuji moved away from his spot, his own dough completely flattened out and ready to be portioned into smaller shapes. you are nowhere near that far, though that is no surprise, with a natural raw strength like yuujiās, he has no trouble with flattening out cookie doughs or anything really.
his firm chest pressing against your back is the first thing you feel, conjoined with his larger, warmer but slightly sticky hands on your own ones, helping you with the dough as his lips hover just above your left ear.
when did he move behind you like that?
āi like spending my time with you tooā he replies lowly, pressing you a little into the kitchen isle as he works the dough with your hands.
yuuji doesnāt know whatās got into him, his body moved on its own and in a second he was behind and on you. he can feel sukunaās energy slightly fading and yuuji guesses this whole thing was his idea. for once, heās thankful for the evil curse, but he hopes that you arenāt uncomfortable.
the last thing yuuji wants is for you to be uncomfortable, with him.
your breathing is a little rapid from his actions, but then he feels you leaning into him and yuuji feels the butterflies doing another round of flying in his tummy. it isnāt like you arenāt the same, mainly after his words, your mind feels a little hazy as you feel a sudden wave of happiness washing over you.
yuuji presses your hands against the dough gently, not wanting to hurt you. the process is a little slower than when he was doing it alone and when you two are finished, it makes the boy chuckle at how quick you are to grab a cookie cutter, your butt pressing into his crotch softly (he can barely stop a groan leaving his mouth) and he wraps his right hand around yours and the two of you begin to press the cutter into the dough.
your left hands are intertwined on the kitchen isle, his palm completely engulfing yours as the two of you continue on working in silence.
@/vlrspce, 2023
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if other doctors did human nature:
one is badly cosplaying as a teacher at coal hill. susan, not having regenerative abilities, is watching over him. barbara and ian have never met the doctor as the doctor; as far as they know, he's just their crotchety coworker doctor foreman, who STILL won't share his first name. the doctor was on the run from gallifrey when he stumbled upon the family... now he's just on the run from the family of blood. regrettably, barbara got a bit too nosy in the doctor's office at one point, and took his fob watch. can susan recover the fob watch from ian and barbara before it's too late?
two lands jamie and zoe in jamie's era. look it's all very well and good that you know how to navigate eighteenth-century scotland, jamie, but i'm a bit out of my depth here!
if three did this, literally nothing would change, except that now the brigadier is being harassed by two human scientists who are smarter than him rather than one. the master lands on earth and tries to sell the doctor out to the family, only for it to backfire; the brigadier's men try and fail to shoot the family; liz insists the master pay for her therapy. the doctor barely notices the difference when he becomes a time lord again
there are two different ways i'd want to play four as a human. the first is this: harry and sarah have to put up with him. stationed at a naval base, harry and sarah must ward off the family whilst also warding off the doctor's insanity. sarah is disguised as the doctor's estranged younger brother (don't question the crossdressing) and harry is disguised as harry. inevitably things go wrong.
alternatively: rather than staying in e-space, romana returns to the main universe with the doctor. unfortunately, they manage to attract the family along the way; adric must badly pretend to be human whilst corralling two fob watched time lords who have chosen a really bad time to plan their wedding
tegan and turlough have plenty of experience with hiding from aliens, being on earth, and putting up with the doctor, but boy is he annoying as a human
the doctor gives peri exactly zero instructions and then lands them in the 1300s as an amnesiac human in the midst of the black death. peri is at her FUCKING LIMIT
much like three, very little changes for eight. this is the only one i'd still be tempted to set in 1913 Ć la the vna/nuwho episodes. charley gets to explore the recent past (to her, anyway) whilst acting as the severely amnesiac john smith's caretaker
honestly, rose and jack would be a remarkably competent team to be saddled with the doctor as a human... and he's falling in love with both of them, of course
amy vs the family: amy has won. rory gets possessed by the family but don't worry, it gets unwritten from time. the doctor is never doing that again, ever, yuck, he ate pears, YUCK
i don't think clara could be trusted with the doctor as a human, and if this was bill and nardole, i don't think the doctor would change much as a human. missy is not fob watched because she is in the vault and therefore simply inaccessible. bill continues to get set weird essays. the family are so focused on trying to get to missy (who they KNOW is there) that they fail to realise the doctor is there and simply perish within their three-month lifespans
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