#but i think i just want to focus on taping this together for today

[thatrandombystander]

Pretty sure I said I would start taping together my sewing pattern like two weeks ago. But I was doing other stuff.

Frankly I don't think I have enough floor space for the full thing so I'm going to need to just cut out parts as soon as they're fully taped

[retroaria]

✦.─ 5 A.M.───── .✦

Itoshi Rin x gn!reader | cw: none!! fluff!! aged up rin 18+

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | with love -aria (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

This moment should be captured, framed, and hung along the walls of Rin’s mind. He’s staring at you, eager, tired, blissful, blinking hard and slow every so often as to take a mental photo. Something he could save for later when he’s lonely. A momento of you when he remembers all the moments akin to this that he’s taken for granted. He’s frozen, playing tapes in his mind of what his next move should be. He wants to hold you, his arms are getting colder by the second, desperate to feel the warmth of your skin against his. But there you lay, unalarmed and unaware. Your sleeping face draped in an unremarkable beauty that makes Rin wonder how he got so lucky. It also makes him wonder how you managed to slip out of his hold while the two of you slept. He makes a mental note to hold you tighter next time.

The minutes go by as he racks his brain for the answer to his seemingly impossible question; “how do I get you back in my arms?”. He doesn’t want to wake you, it’s five in the morning and neither of you have to be up for anything today. The only plans he’s made for the two of you is to be in each others arms for as long as possible. He’s sure that his movements against your body will cause you to stir. If Rin could have it his way you’d sleep like a rock and he could toss you around in your sleep all he wants, carry you around town if he wanted while you rest in his arms, him protecting your sleeping body while you remain at peace.

Alright, he’s starting to get antsy. Rin is a brat and he knows it. It’s an awful feeling to have you so close yet so far away, not a single touch point linking your two bodies while you’re just inches away from him. He starts by slowly intertwining his legs with yours, slipping his right leg in between yours and pushing your thigh up to wrap around him. You stir, as expected, but you’re still asleep. He’s actually thankful for your subtle movements, as you’ve unknowingly followed his ministrations, mingling your legs together comfortably. He can’t help the soft smile that creeps across his face. He feels like a weirdo lying there, gawking at you in your sleep, “Would you think this is creepy?”. He thought to himself, even in his thoughts he’s talking to you.

Rin notices that in your stir just moments ago, your face pressed further into the pillow beneath you, making your lips part slightly, soft breaths escaping them. “Are you trying to kill me?”, he’s talking to you again. You must be, the way you’re taunting him with a whole new desire. He wants to kiss you, so bad it’s making his heart do gymnastics. That’ll have to wait though, he needs to focus on the task at hand.

He pulls his arm out from under the covers, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. He lets his fingertips trace just above your cheek, only grazing the soft hairs that reside there. You stir again, this time furrowing your eyebrows a bit before thrusting your torso further into his. Rin uses this opportunity to slip his left arm beneath you and his right arm over you, successfully wrapping you up in his grasp. “Thank you, finally.” He says out loud, possibly a little too loud considering how close he is to your ear now. You stir again, “Mm~…Rin?”.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” He said that in his head, but he meant to say it out loud. He woke you up, which is exactly what he wanted not to do. In an attempt to lull you back to sleep he tugs your body further into his, placing your foreheads together. Rin watches closely as your eyes flutter, gracing the line between sleep and wakefulness. He waits for them to land on his, and when they do he thinks his heart stops for a second. He looks at you, longingly, not that you could tell, your mind still shrouded in slumber.

“Go back to sleep baby, I’m sorry I woke you.” He says as he leans up slightly to place a kiss on your forehead, he lets his lips linger there until you hum softly, curling your body further into him and following his suggestion. Finally, he’s got you where he wants you. Rin had been wide awake for the last hour, basking in the presence of your sleeping body beside him. Now that he has you in his arms again he feels himself begin to melt, you must be letting off a pheromone of tiredness. Just as your breathing slows, so does his. The feeling of your soft breaths against his collarbone sending waves of peace throughout him, lulling him to sleep.

Made this so the Rin Stan’s stop blowing up my ask box (I’m kidding don’t stop I love you). Fluff with a side of yearning for dramatic affect. Dinner is served. Stay safe, stay cool. Much love. -aria

[star-suh]

Re-Connect

Lee Jeno x Male Reader

an: based on the sex pollen trope.

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lee jeno is a masterful spy working for the government,this time his mission is to deactivate an explosive device set in one of the stadiums in the city, which is packed with civilians today. “okay mr. lee you will be disguised as a policeman and your job is to cut the cables of the device to avoid the explosion. but in order to maintain your safety you will be accompanied by mr. ln”. “what?” jeno said surprised, “i can do it by myself” he adds. “we know” the higher up replies quickly, “but it’s just so you can do it without worries”. jeno was ready to talk back but the video call was cut off, “damn” he sighs.

the reason why jeno was so opposed to the idea of being with yn is because they had a past together that didn’t end well. they both were trained in the same academy to become top tier spies so naturally a relationship bloomed between them but the constant missions in which they had to go to different locations created a rift in their relationship which finally ended when they both had an argument. jeno sighed, he knew that sooner or later he had to talk to yn but he doesn’t feel ready yet.

“hello jeno”, yn awkwardly said, a bit flustered. “oh, hi y…n…” and as if he was in one of those cliche movies the world stopped when he saw yn in front of him, even his hair moving in slow motion. “close your mouth or a fly will enter it” yn joked trying to lighten the atmosphere. jeno giggled flustered, “are you ready for the mision” jeno asked. “mmh hmm” the other nodded, “let’s just do this fast and get over with this”, a lump forms on jeno’s throat. as much as he wants to deny it he wants to spend some time with yn even if it’s just for a mission they had to do together.

“yeah let’s go” yn leads the way, entering the black van followed by jeno. the pair accompanied by the rest of the team arrives to the stadium, trying to blend in as just simple viewers of today’s game. “the report says that the bomb is near the south entrance, let’s go there then” jeno says looking at his watch and pressing the stopwatch button that started a countdown. the pair arrived at the south entrance while the rest of the team stayed in the van to communicate instructions to them through earphones.

“we are here” yn touches his earphone waiting for instructions. “yeah umm you should see in front of you the bathroom signal, go there and turn left you should see a door” yn signaled jeno to follow him, “the door’s locked. i need a code” jeno talks to jisung, who was in charge of the technology part of the mission, a hacker you must say, “wait a second aaand… done, it’s open now but don’t let it close or else you have to wait almost one hour so i can open it again”.

“roger that” quickly jeno went towards the strange package wrapped in a black trash bag and some tape. he looks at his watch and wipe the sweat off of his forehead, while yn stands on the door watching if someone comes. jeno unwraps the package and sees a quite fancy device for it to be a bomb, “this looks tough” jeno murmurs but he then breathes deeply and relaxes his nerves, “phew.. how do i start..” anxiety starting to take over him. “hey” yn blurted out, “it’s okay, don’t worry” jeno looks at him, those words reminiscing him of their past days, “you can do it” a soft expression plastered on yn’s face that made jeno regain his confidence, “thank you” he says softly resuming his job.

out of nowhere yn hears footsteps running towards the door, “jeno i don’t want to scare you but i think we have some company coming our way.. no pressure tho”, jeno again giggles nervously, “sure” his face and arms dripping with sweat.

suddenly a pair of hunky men burst through the door, yn adopted a position to get ready to fight “focus on that damn bomb i’ll take care of them”. one of the men runs towards yn and he does the same landing a punch on the other’s face but he then is met with a punch on his face too that sends him flying to the floor, “guess this is not gonna be boring” he spits some blood and cleans his lips with the back of his hand, “come on assholes, you two are going to be my bitches today” a smirk appearing on his face.

while the three keep throwing punches and kicks here and there, jeno was still disassembling the device but he couldn’t help to glance at yn, his bloody and bruised face. he felt a rush on his body, a need to go and help yn but he knows he needs to focus and end his job. yn manages to knock one of the men on the back of his neck leaving him unconscious on the floor but the other one manages to overpowered him, throwing him to the floor and starts to choke him. desperately yn punches and scratches his face trying to get him off of his neck, veins start to bulge on his forehead a neck,his face completely red and his eyes becoming hooded. when he thought that would be his last breath he felt the pair of hands leaving his neck alone so he quickly crawled away from there and coughs a lot. his chest heaving a lot trying to catch some air then he looks at the other man screaming. the cause was that jeno threw a little knife to his thigh. “you damn fuckers” he cries in pain pulling the knife out and pressing against the wound. he then stands up and pulls out a vial out of one of his pockets he then picks up the other guy and throws the object to the floor near them, “let’s see if you both can keep focused on disassembling that shit” he runs towards the door and close it. from the vial a pink smoke comes out, “what the fuck is that” yn asks, “maybe some toxin?” jeno answers and then freaks out, “are we gonna die?” his tone was laced with worry. “i don’t think so, he said something to keep focused”, “so maybe a hallucination gas or something?” jeno says. “i don’t know man but just finish your job.

yn takes off his jacket and wraps him around jeno’s mouth and nose, “try to not breath much of that gas. you’re almost done with it.. good job” yn pats jeno’s head and sits against a wall.

finally with the last cable being cut the device turns off by itself and jeno celebrates standing up and cheering like a little kid in a birthday party. pressing again the button on his watch to stop the stopwatch seeing he also break his previous record of the time he spent disassembling explosive devices, it made him more confident on his job. he then turns around and see yn slumped against the wall, sweating a lot and his face flushed as hell, “oh my god yn, what happened?” he takes out the jacket around his nose breathing in the gas too. “i don’t know i feel weird… and hot..”, “do you have a fever or something?” jeno caresses his face surprised by how hot he was, “i think this is because to the gas jeno” yn squirms on the spot, a moan escaping from his mouth. this catches jeno off guard and the gas starts affecting him too, “yn i- i’m sorry for what happened that time”, he positions himself on top of yn, his veiny arms on each side of yn and his face turning red too. “i was a fool, scared of being with someone” his face drooping on yn’s shoulder, “i’m so sorry for telling you all those things to make you get away from me” he nuzzles his head on yn’s neck leaving subtle little kisses on the burning skin. yn moans due to the other’s actions, “jeno.. it’s- it’s ok, i’ve already forgave you” yn pushes jeno’s head harder against his neck, showing jeno that he wanted more and the latter complied, his lips sucking around the skin leaving hickeys on it, he then licks a stripe and afterwards bites that spot leaving a mark of his teeth on there. “you look so pretty like this, all flustered” jeno praises. “i need your help jeno… it’s itching… inside me” yn confesses, shy and flustered. “don’t worry i’ll help you with it” jeno kissed his lips, licking the blood that was on them.

the scene escalated quickly with them both discarding their clothes,craving to feel each other’s bodies, the burning sensation that is left on them every time their bodies touch. “i missed this” jeno declared while leaving more mark on yn’s torso. “fuck jeno” yn moaned, hooded eyes and drool coming out of his mouth, he was already a whimpering,”i barely touched you and you are already so fucked up”, jeno swear he can almost see yn’s pupils turning into hearts by how horny he was right now. jeno ripped yn’s briefs leaving them as if it was a jockstrap, his bare ass touching the cold floor. the top’s hand slid up and down yn’s pulsing hole, his middle finger moving right above said part. jeno kept on kissing yn, swallowing his moans while his fingers prepped him down there. “i’m sorry” jeno apologizes again, tears forming on his eyes “it’s not the time jeno” yn holds back a whimper when one of jeno’s digits entered his hole, “i know but i just want to tell you that i still love you”...

jeno slicked his dick with yn’s saliva, that he previously asked him to spit on his hand, and put it on the other’s entrance. pushing little by little until he stuffed yn completely with his fat dick. “i forgot how hung you are” yn express while getting used to the sensation. “but you know how to take it like a champ.. you never disappoint me” jeno praises. his hung cock going in and out of yn’s ass while his balls smacked against him. “god how much i’ve missed clapping your cheeks” jeno snickers and kisses the tip of yn’s nose, “my pretty prince”. “jeno you make me feel so good” yn claims, “yeah i know that, your body tells me everything. i wish you could see how your hole grips on my cock it doesn’t want me to leave it empty”. jeno pulls out watching at the gaping hole clenching, slapping the tip on it and putting it in to then slam himself with all the strength he has left on his body.

jeno keeps railing yn while he lays down, back against the floor, grabbing him by his legs as a way to keep himself steady. on the other side yn was jerking off at the sight he has in front, jeno’s sculpted torso all sweaty and with some marks, his chest bouncing thanks to the recoil of his powerful thrusts and his slutty waist moving as if he was dancing a choreography, in short jeno knows how to fuck, how to make yn feel on cloud 9 with his big dick. few minutes later, unable to hold it more longer and the constant abuse suffered from jeno’s tip touching his prostate, yn spurted cum all over his body with some landing on his face and hair. “wonder how long has it been since you masturbate, this seems to be a lot of jizz” jeno played with the liquid with his fingers, coating one of his digits and then smearing it on yn’s lips like a balm and kissed him immediately afterwards.

“please give it to me. fill me up” yn begged hugging jeno, one of his hand on his wide back while the other on one of his ass cheeks to try to make him go faster, “i love how your tip kisses my prostate but i need you to move faster please, go hard” his moans growing louder when jeno accelerated his pace, “yesss” yn rolled his eyes back, “fuck me like the beast you are. break my fucking ass” the sudden change on the tone of his pleas drove jeno wild, as if those simple words turned on a switch inside of him he went as fast as he could, the outline of a bulge forming on his tummy every time jeno goes in and by consequence yn ends up scratching the top’s back, “what the fuck” jeno growls, opening yn’s mouth with his fingers and spitting on it several times, “swallow it” he demanded, then sliding his index and middle finger on yn’s lips while he sucked them.

now in a doggy style jeno is doing the last thrusts when he uses the previously sucked fingers to introduce them along with his dick on yn’s gaped ass, while his cock keeps opening yn’s walls his fingers massage the rim of his red puckered hole.

“fuckk” with a loud grunt jeno empties himself on yn, every spurt followed by little grunts. jeno plops himself on top of yn, eager to feel the warmth of his body. “that was way good” yn blurted out, caressing jeno’s hair, “good make up sex” jeno adds, both snickered when they hear the door unlocking, “umm… you all can go out now, i could unlock the door again” jisung spoke to both through their earphones and then realization kicks in, yn gasps while jeno stays still with open eyes. they were so focused on each other that they forgot to turn off their earphones, so basically, jisung heard all the heated sex session. “sorry jisung” yn muttered. “it’s okay” in the van a flustered jisung was stunned, flushed face, sweaty forehead and a big tent forming on his pants, “i need a second” jisung tells the rest of the group in the van while going out of the vehicle and ran towards the nearest bathroom.

“do you think he’s gonna say anything?” yn asks jeno who just shrugged it off, “i don’t care, that way they know you’re my boyfriend now”, yn giggled like a fool in love, “i’m serious” jeno seals his words with a passionate kiss.

[camzeecorner]

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

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A [aftercare] -

Chris is very attentive and always makes sure you get the best aftercare. He’ll run you both a warm bath and make sure to change the sheets to clean fresh ones straight from the dryer.

“Hey baby, you okay?” Chris asked with a soft hum. His fingers danced lightly on you skin, drawing figures on your soapy shoulder. “Yea. Im okay.” You replied softly, turning your neck to look at him. He smiled placing a firm kiss on your forehead.

B[body part]-

Chris loves your thighs. He’s completely obsessed with them. After a long day at the warehouse all he looks forward to is laying between your thighs suffocated by your warmness.

“Hi baby.” Chris grumbled, he walked in the room shutting the door as quickly as he opened it. He threw his bag on the floor and quickly changed into more comfortable clothes. He had spent hours upon hours at the warehouse working on his brand. All the stress has him pent up, all he wanted was to lay between your thighs.

C[cum]-

There’s nothing better than Chris cumming on your face. He loved watching his fluids run down your face into your mouth. The way you’d swipe your finger on your cheek placing his sweetness into your mouth moaning at the taste.

D[dirty secret]-

Chris would never admit this to anyone, but hes dying to try role play. Nothing excites him more than fantasizing about you dressed in a skimpy nurse suit. The thoughts quickly rush to his dick as he groans at the images flashing his mind.

Chris palms himself as he imagined you taking care of your patient. Which so happened to be him. “What brings you here today Chris?” He smirked as he pulled his attention from your eyes and landed them on his dick. “I can’t stop getting a boner nurse. I don’t know what to do.” You smirk as you examine his fully erected cock as it oozes with precum. Gently palming him you bit your lip. “I think I know just the trick “

E[experiance]-

It was no lie that Chris wasn’t a virgin. He wasn’t a sex god but he’s definitely been in the game for a while.

F[favorite position]-

He loves the spooning position. It feels more intimate and caring. He loves to hold you close to his chest as he whispers soft praises in your ear. It feels like he’s making love rather than just fucking you.

G[goofy]-

Chris can be 50/50. He loves to focus on your pleasure which does result in him being serious most of the time, but he might make a few jokes here and there.

H[hair]-

He’s well groomed, he makes sure to trim every week but he never goes completely hairless. The hair is darker; almost black, and just a bit more thicker than his regular.

I[intimacy]-

He loves to praise and reassure you. He wants you to feel comfortable and loved.

“You look so pretty baby.” Chris hummed into your ear. He held himself up above your face as he slid slowly into your dripping core. His aching cock was begging for more, but he promised to make you feel good.

J[jack off]-

He never really jerks off because he has you, but if you’re ever away he won’t hesitate. He has a folder saved in his phone with all the videos tapes and explicit photos you’ve taken together.

“Shit” Chris hissed as he made contact with angry cock. It twitched in the palm of his hand dripping precum down the swollen shaft. He ran his thumb over the slit gliding his fluids down. He moaned at the touch as his hips jerked upwards.

K[kink]-

Chris has countless of kinks but his biggest one yet is praise. He just loves the way your soft voice whispers in his ear, telling his how well he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel.

“That’s right baby, oh- just like that.” You moaned tossing you head back. Chris had been below you for about 15 minutes eating your dripping hot pussy. He was devouring you like you were his last meal. Each praise went straight to his cock. He couldn’t help but slowly begin to fuck the mattress under him.

L[location]-

To Chris nothing beats bedroom sex. He’s a classic guy and likes to keep it simple. He’s for sure fucked you many places but nothing will ever beat the comfort of your own bed.

M[motivation]-

Chris gets turned on just seeing you cry. Watching your lips quiver as your cheeks are swollen. Watching the tears run down your face he can’t help but get hard. You were his crybaby.

N[no]-

As shocking as it sounds Chris will never blindfold you. He wants you to watch every movement as his cock rocks in and out of you. The way your pussy clenches around him as you watch his hips repeatedly hit your g spot over and over.

O[oral]-

Chris is both a giver and receiver. He loves when you wrap your lips around the base of his cock, slowly swirling your tongue around him. The way you kitty lick his tip, teasing him so much he’s crying.

But he also loves to watch your face as he’s pumping his long pale fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. The way you moan and fuck your self on him. He can’t help but watch as the juices swallow him whole. You take each finger one by one into your hole, sinking further down onto his fingers.

P[pace]-

He loves fast rough sex. The way you scream as he’s hitting the perfect spot, his hips banging against yours repeatedly.

You squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure, biting hard on your lip. Your body was aching for release, you were sore and tired but it was just the way Chris looked so good while he fucked you dumb.

Q[quickie]-

Who doesn’t love a quickie? Chris sure does. It’s like a game to him. Seeing how fast you can make his dick turn white from your dripping arousal.

R[risk]-

Chris loves a risky moment. The idea of fucking you in public. Or doing naughty things while his brothers are inches away from you guys. He loves to see you try to contain your loud moans.

Chris smirked as you jerked your hips up, his fingers tracings mall circles on your clit. It was too much for you but you lived the way he overstimulated you. You had a poodle of your fluids beneath you, dripping straight from your thighs. Worst part and best part was Matt was sitting right next to you.

S[stamina]-

Chris can go for hours. Literal hours. He loves pounding in you as you beg and cry for more. Nothing makes him more proud than making sure his princess feels good.

T[toys]-

You both own toys. You love to use them on each other. Watching as he pushes the bullet further into your dripping hole. He loves seeing you press the vibrator on his cock as he twitches.

U[unfair]-

Chris loves teasing you. You love it just as much. Watching as he restrains you. Your body twitching from your third oragsm.

V[vomume]-

Chris is loud. Extremely loud. He can’t help it when you’re bouncing at a rapid pace, slamming your ass down hard onto his cock. He loves the way your tight hole takes him so well. How it’s the perfect fit, just for him.

“Oh fuck- uh” Chris moaned aloud. He was completely lost in the feeling of your tightness squeezing him. The way your boobs bounced perfectly in front of his face. “Oh shit im gonna cum” he whined.

W[when]-

Chris doesn’t care what time it is. No matter how early or late it is. He’s always horny and in the mood to touch you.

Seven in the morning. It was only seven in the morning and you already had your mouth full of Chris dick. Swallowing him whole while you looked seductively into his eyes.

X[xray]-

Chris is just a bit above average, he’s not ashamed of his size. He’s proud of it, it satisfies you and him both. He’s a good 8.5!

Y[yearning]-

Chris could fuck you for 6 hours straight, take a piss and be ready for more. He really just loves you so much he constantly craves you.

Z[zzz]-

Chris does fall asleep pretty quick after sex, but he makes it his mission to stay awake until you’re sleep. He’s not worried about anything else in the moment besides you getting rest.

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[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (part six)

(part one)(part two)(part three)(part four)(part five)

Steve allows himself a brief mental breakdown in the shower when he gets home. He lets the water mix with his tears as he curls his arms around himself and wishes with everything he is that they were Eddie’s. There’s nothing he wouldn’t give right now just to be held by him again, just to feel Eddie’s arms around him one more time. All it took was a tiny kiss on the back of his hand for Steve’s skin to remember just how much it missed that feeling. Now Steve’s entire body craves Eddie’s touch, and he shakes in its absence like an addict in withdrawal. 

Then he puts himself back together, gets dressed and styles his hair and heads off to work. 

They’d defeated Vecna before he could split the world into pieces or whatever his diabolical plan had been. So while Steve’s whole world may have been torn apart, while Steve’s whole world lays bruised and bandaged and amnesic in a hospital bed, the rest of the world carries on none the wiser. The rest of the world still rents VHS tapes and has movie nights and date nights and no fucking clue that they were seconds away from being dragged down into a hell dimension a couple weeks ago, so Family Video is still open for them. Fuck that. 

“You’ve gotta handle the customers today because if someone starts asking me stupid questions I can’t promise I won’t snap at them,” Steve tells Robin as he drives them to their shift. 

“Aw, but it’s so funny when you snap at them,” Robin quips. 

“Robin.” He gives her his best I’m so fucking serious look. 

Her humor dries up immediately and she nods solemnly. “Alright, yeah. I got it.” 

Steve sighs, pulling into the parking lot. “Thank you.” 

He busies himself with cataloging and reshelving and rewinding returns while Robin takes over the customer service part of the job. It’s mindless - mind-numbing - the monotony of the tasks exactly what Steve needs to dull out the thoughts in his brain and distract himself from the way the back of his hand still tingles from Eddie’s kiss. 

When the afternoon rush dies down after a few hours and the store is all but empty, Robin sidles up next to him where he’s putting away a stack of fantasy films. “Hey.” 

Her voice cuts through his focus and nearly startles Steve out of his skin. “Jesus! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” 

“Sorry.” She grabs half the stack of tapes and starts helping him shelve. “Just wanted to check in with you, we haven’t gotten much of a chance to talk today. How are things going with Eddie?” 

“It’s fine. He’s fine,” Steve grumbles, glaring down at the tape in his hands. It’s got a dragon on the cover. He thinks Eddie would probably like it. “He still doesn’t remember me, but he’s starting to see me as a friend now at least, so.” Steve shoves the movie into its spot on the shelf. “That’s something, right?” 

Robin raises her eyebrows at the sharp bitterness in his tone and how forcefully he put the tape away. “Okay. Yeah. So I see we’re in the anger stage of grief now,” she comments. 

Steve scoffs. If this is a stage of grief, he thinks he’s been going through them in the wrong order, or maybe all at once - a neverending ebb and flow of denial and anger and depression all swirled together into one fucked up cocktail of grief. “I’m not angry,” he says, rubbing his hands over his face. “I’m just tired- emotionally burnt out, I don’t know. I just miss him and it’s not fair and I’m so fucking sick of feeling like this.” 

“Yeah, that’s anger, Steve,” Robin says, infuriatingly blunt. She slides the last tape in her stack into its place and then leans against the shelf. “Did something else happen to set this off, or are you just generally overwhelmed?” 

Steve sags against the shelf beside her. “Both. I don’t know. It’s stupid, it’s so fucking stupid. He just- he kissed my hand this morning, that’s it, and it wrecked me.” 

“He what?” Robin questions, curiosity widening her eyes. 

“He kissed my hand,” Steve repeats. He sighs and adds context, gives her a full recount of the events of that morning.

“Oh my god?!” Robin practically squawks as she backhands Steve’s arm, which is definitely not the comforting words or touch he needs from her right now. 

“Ow!” he yelps, rubbing his arm. “What the hell was that for?” 

“Dude. He was flirting with you,” she tells him, eyes even wider now like she’s trying to explain to him something obvious. 

“What? No.” Steve shakes his head, looking at her like she’s crazy. “He definitely wasn’t.” 

“Ughhh,” Robin lets out a long, dramatic groan, dragging her hands down her cheeks and pulling down her eyes. “I cannot do this with you two again. He totally was.” She drops her hands from her face so she can use them to illustrate her point as she starts to lists off, “First of all, he literally called you daddy-” 

“As a joke,” Steve interrupts to protest. 

“Yeah, a flirtatious one,” Robin retorts. She continues, “Then he said you have a magic touch, and then his heart literally started racing for no reason-”

“Because I was stressing him out!” 

“Only after his heart rate went up in the first place, which, as I was saying, was for no reason other than the fact that you were smiling at him and holding his hand-” 

“That literally doesn’t-” 

“And then, he kissed your hand - pressed his lips to your skin - and told you that you were his good luck charm,” Robin finishes, looking smug like she’s said something novel and not just completely reiterated exactly what Steve had just told her only with more emphasis. 

He sighs wearily. “Your point?” 

“He likes you, dingus,” she says, whacking his arm again. “Don’t you get it? His mind may not remember still, but his heart is starting to.”

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that. A lump rises in his throat, a rush of jumbled emotions chafing against his already frayed edges. “Don’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“I think you should tell him what you were to each other,” Robin suggests. 

“Right, yeah, okay, sure,” Steve scoffs, somewhere between sarcastic and hysterical. “And while we’re at it, I think you should tell Vickie that you like her. Because telling people things like that is so easy, isn’t it?” 

Robin gives him a withering stare. “That is not the same thing at all, and you know it.”

“No, yeah, you’re right,” he agrees. “Because I know Eddie, and he would not take that news well. He already gets a little weird whenever I seem to know too much about him - if I tell him I know him biblically too-” 

“Ew, don’t tell him like that!” 

“Doesn’t matter if I tell him like that; I say we’ve been together for 9 months, he’s going to assume we’ve-” 

“God, okay, I get it!”

“See? It would freak him out,” Steve concludes, crossing his arms. “Even if he does…like me again or whatever, he definitely wouldn’t anymore and it would just generally make him uncomfortable. So I can’t tell him. I just have to keep waiting for him to remember on his own, even though it’s fucking killing me,” he says, his voice harsh as he tries to keep it from breaking. “It’s what’s best for Eddie.” 

“Steve-” Robin starts, frowning like she’s only just beginning to realize she may have pushed him too far, but whatever it is she was going to say is cut off by the ringing of the bell that announces the front door being open. 

“Customers.” Steve points his chin towards the couple who just walked in, a bitter jealousy boiling in his stomach as he watches them walk hand in hand towards the romance aisle. It’s not fucking fair. He shoves himself away from the shelves and mutters, “I’m taking my break.”

He stalks to the breakroom, closes the door, and sinks to the floor with his back against it. The tears in his eyes feel like they’re made of acid, like they would carve tracks into his skin if they were to spill down his cheeks. He wraps his arms around himself again. The thoughts in his head are made of acid too, bitter and burning and cursing everyone who gets to enjoy their lover's touch while he suffers without his. 

Steve’s brain feels corroded, corrupted. “He likes you,” Robin’s words echo there too, “his mind may not remember still, but his heart is starting to.” Would Eddie touch him now if he asked? Would he trace his fingers across Steve’s skin, kiss more than just the back of his hand? Steve digs his own fingers into his sides. He feels gross, he feels rotten. It wouldn’t be right to ask that of Eddie without him knowing the truth, to take advantage of him like that. It wouldn’t be the same, anyways. The superficial touch of a boy with the beginnings of a crush is not the tender lover’s caress that Steve craves. 

That is if Robin is even right about Eddie redeveloping feelings. Which she probably isn’t.

Steve’s just being stupid and selfish again. He wants to remove his brain from his skull so he can stop thinking, tear his heart from his chest so he can stop feeling; both so burned and decayed he thinks if he held them in his hands they would dissolve and crumble to dust and ash and sludge between his fingers. 

Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve forces himself to be fine. He peels himself off the breakroom floor and returns to work, continues the tedious tasks that he hopes will numb him out again. 

Robin catches his eye from across the room where she’s sorting a customer’s cash at the register. I’m sorry, her expression says, I didn’t mean to make you upset. 

Steve gives a tiny shake of his head and a small smile. It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, his own expression reassures her. You meant well. I’m not mad at you. 

They don’t talk about Eddie again that day. The next time there’s a lull in customers and they’re able to chat again, Steve tells Robin he honestly just needs a distraction right now, and he lets her ramble on about Vickie and band and school and her impending graduation and the movie she watched last night and whatever other random thoughts are bouncing around that hyperactive head of hers. Her voice fills in the cracks in Steve’s brain, keeps it from falling apart completely. She’s always been good at that, and he’s grateful for it. 

Then he drops Robin off after work and he drives away alone in silence because all the songs on the radio are love songs, and he drives back to the hospital - back to the source of his grief again and again like some sort of fucking masochist - because Eddie needs him. Because Steve loves him.

~

Eddie cannot help the way his face all but beams the second Steve walks back into his room that evening. “There you are, Stevie! How was work?”

Steve returns the smile, genuine, but there’s a tiredness to it. “It was alright. Bit boring, really, uneventful. How are you doing?” 

“I’m good,” Eddie says, adding with a jaunty grin, “All the better now that you’re back.” 

It comes out a bit more flirtatious than he intended, but thankfully Steve just laughs it off. “Alright, smoothtalker,” he scoffs through a chuckle as he takes his usual seat by the bed. “It’s nice to see you again too.”

“Oh, the actual doctor came in to talk to me today. Good news, don’t worry,” Eddie tells him, the last bit tacked on quickly before that concerned crease can appear between Steve’s brows. “She says I’m healing up nicely, and I might be able to be discharged soon. A few more days’ observation and then they're gonna see how well I can actually move since, you know, the bats chewed through half the muscles in one of my legs. But, yeah, I could be out of here by the end of next week.” 

“That’s great, Eddie!” Steve brightens. 

“Yeah.” Eddie smiles. “I can’t wait to be somewhere familiar, feel normal again. Or, well,” he amends, smile falling a little as he realizes, “as normal as I can feel given that I’ll probably be walking with a limp for the rest of my life and be covered in nasty scars all over.” 

A strange expression crosses Steve’s face then, something happy and sad and sympathetic all at once, and his voice is soft as he says, “We’ll match.” 

Eddie blinks at him. “What?”

“The scars,” Steve clarifies. “The bats got me too, you know. I was lucky, it wasn’t as bad for me as it was for you, but, uh- yeah, we’ll match. See?” He stands and pulls his shirt up a bit. 

Eddie’s heart rate immediately kicks up again, blood growing warm, as his eyes snap to Steve’s stomach, to skin and muscle and body hair and- oh. Two giant, jagged red scabs cover Steve’s sides, the edges fading into skin bumpy and pink and white with the beginnings of scarring. The bite on Eddie’s own side twinges in sympathy. “That’s-” He swallows back the word hot, and breathes out instead, “Holy shit.” Without really thinking, he finds himself reaching out to skim his fingers over the ridges of Steve’s scars. 

Steve gasps - full body shudders - at the touch, and Eddie instantly pulls his hand back, afraid he’s hurt him. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“No, it’s fine,” Steve manages, though it sounds a bit shaky. “You didn’t hurt me, I just- I wasn’t expecting it.” 

Eddie tentatively starts to reach back out; Steve nods. He slowly traces the outline of the wound again, every uneven edge, feeling the evidence of hurt and the evidence of healing and the ripple of each breath Steve takes - breaths that echo in the quiet that falls between them. Eddie doesn’t realize just how intimate this silence has become as he runs his hands across Steve’s skin, until he glances up to find Steve just…watching him. It’s impossible to tell exactly what emotion is behind his eyes, but it’s intense and it’s devastating, and Eddie suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. 

“Uh-” A nervous laugh stutters out of him. He rescinds his touch. “Twin scars, huh?” he remarks, cracking a crooked smile and attempting to change this strange, suffocating energy with a joke. “Hell of a matching tattoo. Next time let’s just exchange friendship bracelets like normal people do, yeah?”

Steve huffs, a short burst of laughter that escapes from his chest like it’s been punched out of him. “Since when have you ever done anything like a normal person?” he teases in return as he pulls his shirt back down.

Just like that, blown away by Steve’s playful smile, the weird tension lifts. Eddie grins back. “Alright, fair point.” He adds, “Those are gonna be some pretty metal scars, Stevie.”

“Not as metal as yours,” Steve says warmly, settling back in his chair and kicking one leg over the other. “You’re the one that literally survived death, Ed. It doesn’t get any more metal than that.” 

“Now who’s the smoothtalker?” Eddie smirks, and he hopes he isn’t blushing. Steve Harrington calling him metal with so much pride and affection in his voice is doing numbers on his heart. Curse this stupid fucking crush.

Steve eyes divert briefly to the heart monitor, which has not once calmed down since the second he’d lifted up his shirt, and Eddie is so sure that he knows then, that he’s finally made the connection between what’s got Eddie’s heart racing, but he doesn’t say anything, just laughs it off again, smiling like everything’s completely normal as he looks back at Eddie and rolls his eyes and mutters in return, “Shut up.” 

“Make me,” Eddie mumbles, not quick enough to bite back the words before they fall from his mouth, only managing to lower his voice enough that maybe Steve didn’t hear him. 

“What?” 

“TV?” Eddie grabs the remote, pretends like that’s what he’d said in the first place. Real smooth. 

“Oh, sure.” Steve shrugs. If he noticed Eddie’s slip, he gives no indication of it. 

Eddie turns on the TV and they spend the next hour or so laughing and making fun of the bad acting on the show that’s playing. Easy, normal, platonic. Eddie’s heart rate stabilizes, remaining even so long as he doesn’t look too long at Steve’s smile. 

When sleep starts lapping at Eddie’s consciousness, he doesn’t fear it anymore. Silently, he holds out his hand, and Steve takes it, wrapping him in the warmth and protection that allows Eddie to let himself drift off undaunted. 

And in his dreams his hands skate across Steve’s skin again.

(part seven)

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Coach [r.k.]{kd12}

Dirty talk / breath play

Cw: coach!Roy Kent, coworkers, inappropriate use of coach, lots of kissing, p in v, teasing, swearing, rough sex, mentions of shower sex, implied age gap (though not large), mutual pining

Moving across the world to chase a childhood dream, per request of your brother’s football coach, had been working out so far.

Futbol had always been your passion, you would get up at odd hours to watch your favorite teams, and your favorite player perform, even begging for channel packages so you could watch matches live. So when Coach Lasso offered you a position on his coaching staff for Richmond, the landing place for your favorite grumpy futbol player, you jumped on it.

Ted had an incredible ability to make everyone around him cherish life a little bit more every single day and life in England really did cast a spell on your small town American heart.

Roy, had been full of surprises himself. You and your dad used to bond over his no nonsense attitude, and his passion that was evident in the way he left his entire life on the pitch every single game, even the occasional meltdown.

Meeting him had been difficult at first, but during your first conversation you quickly established yourself as something more than a baseball fan, or as he put it so nonchalantly “a pretty face.”

You always had a crush on him, sure he was a bit older than you but his personality was addicting, and the subtle nuances of his love for the boys didn’t go unnoticed. You once watched him talk Danny through his emotions after a movie night where the team had gathered together to watch When Harry Met Sally. He helped Jamie grow to his full potential, albeit through gritted teeth, but he did it because as shy as he was to admit it, Richmond had become his home.

“Mmmmm.” Roy Grumbled as he walked into the coaches office. You sitting at your desk on the other side of the room from him, his fist clenched as he threw himself into a chair across from you with a grunt.

“What happened this time?” You half expected some Blaise excuse like his car getting dinged by the kitmans bike.

He looked across the desk at you, giving you a small eye roll. Mumbling back at you, he replied. “Players. Don’t show up properly to train. Don’t focus on the exercise, just a pain in my ass really.”

You hum in agreement, “I know, if only we were still allowed to bend them over a desk maybe you could return the favor.” You taunt, with just a hint of warmth in your cheeks, unable to stop the out of pocket phrase.

“If only.” He joked back to you, his grumpy tone now changed to something more lighthearted with a small grin. “I swear sometimes they try to do this stuff on purpose just to mess with me- And what am I even supposed to do with a player who can’t even get their kit on right. Sam had his shirt on backwards, the hell are we supposed to do with that?” He let out a frustrated groan, running his hand through his hair.

You chuckle, “Do you really think they do it on purpose just to fuck with you? I know I enjoy watching you get all grumbly.” Mumble with just a hint of suggestiveness in your voice, but shifting your attention back to the tape you’re cutting into a highlight reel for tomorrow’s practice.

“They better not be doing it on purpose.” He huffed and crossed his arms. “Or I swear I’ll be out there making them do extra drills after their extra drills. I swear if they wanna mess with me they’re really not gonna like my attitude tomorrow.” He leaned forward, and given the threatening tone his voice still never raised at you. He was always respectful of your space, and never would do anything to intimidate you on purpose.

You smile, clearly enjoying the grumpiness of him today, and tease him just a hair further, “Easy old man, I don’t want you to waste all that energy on the boys.” I say in a coy and insinuating to save some for me with a short pause, before continuing “We have a yoga class we can’t miss.”

His eyes widened for a brief moment, surprised by the comment and the tone you used. He could tell your were teasing, but it didn’t stop the thought from popping into his mind about saving energy for you. “Oh shush.” He replied, his tone trying to act as if he was unaffected, but the way his breath went a little faster said otherwise, “I’m looking forward to it.”

You’ve been flirting with each other for weeks, getting along better than most people typically do with Roy at least right off the bat, and the reality of it is you think when Roy is sexy when he’s angry. “Everyone needs an outlet for stress, I like yoga among other things.”

He let out a breath, his arms still crossed as he looked at you across the room. “I swear we’re supposed to be professional.” He mumbled with a bit of a chuckle and rolling his eyes, as he knew both him and you weren’t exactly doing the best job at being professional.

You smile knowingly, “I have reason to believe we wouldn’t be the first ones to break that rule.” I look at him up and down, not trying to hide my intention anymore, watching the veins in his neck strain, longing to make them pop.

He raised an eyebrow, listening to your suggestion. He couldn’t deny that the idea was tempting, and it would definitely relieve some of the frustration he had. He stared at you for a moment, considering the suggestion, before finally speaking. “Are you propositioning me?” He smirked, crossing his arms again with a raised eyebrow, still playing a bit coy, but the twist of his mouth is stuck in place.

You shrug, simply stating, “You know how much I like you, I think we’d have good chemistry off the pitch.”

He chuckled a bit at your words, the idea of ‘relieving stress’ with you becoming even more tempting. He knew that there was chemistry, everyone could tell in the locker room. The way you always seemed to make him laugh and feel lighter, while also managing to send his heart race with your playful teasing. He was tempted, not for the first time. He smirked again and tilted his head to the side. “You think so?” He taunted, his voice low. Leaning just a bit closer to your desk.

You hum again, standing slowly and circling the desk, perching on the edge and getting a close as you’ve ever been to him apart from a few celebratory hugs during matches. “You know what helps me relax?”

He smirked, the sound you made already sending a chill down his spine. He was already sold on the idea, but seeing you move to the front of the desk and letting out that phrase definitely sealed the deal. He walked closer to you slowly, moving around the desk until he was standing in front of you. “Enlighten me.” He said smoothly.

“A nice warm shower…” you reach out slowly, giving him every opportunity to move before you touch his chest gently with a lifted eyebrow in question.

He let out a breath as you reached out, his heart beginning to pound in his chest at the idea of finally getting to do something with you. He watched you closely, eyes following your hand to his chest. He had no intention of moving, wanting to keep this going.

A small smirk appeared on his face as he watched you. “A nice warm shower,” He said, taking another step forward.

He chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly, so he was standing right in front of you. “You are a tease, you know that?” He said in a low tone, his hands going to the edge of the desk on either side of you, caging you against it. “A right little tease.”

Him being so close to you is intoxicating, you can smell the oil he puts in his beard, he smells like sage and sweat. Your breath picking up as the anticipation of his touch draws closer, you look down into his dark brown eyes.

The sight of you enjoying this was almost enough to make him snap. He leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your face. “You like getting this reaction out of me, don’t you? Teasing me, making me want you?” He murmured, voice low and rough.

“Yes,” you pant, your hands twisting in your lap. “I have a feeling you’re rough in all aspects of your life.”

He chuckled breathlessly, his heart pounding even faster as you confirmed his suspicions. God, the thought of the two of you doing other things together was almost enough to make his brain short circuit. He took a moment to regain his focus, trying to respond in a way that wasn’t just a bunch of stutters and breathless words. “Is that right?” He replied softly. “You’re just dying to know the reaction you’d get from me in other situations, ehh?”

I smirk, leaning forward so our lips brush ever so slightly breathless, “So how about that shower?”

The slight brush of lips alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine. God, he was already a mess, and it was all your fault. He could feel the desire and need running through his veins. He let out a short huff, his hands gripping the edge of the desk tighter. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He whispered huskily. “Let’s go.”

Your faces meet, coming together in a clash of teeth and hunger, your lips moving against each others in a frenzy.

Roy groaned into the kiss, his hands quickly moving from the desk to grip your hips as your mouths pressed together. He allowed you to dominate the kiss for a moment, letting you lick into his mouth, his eyes closing as he enjoyed it.

After a moment, he began to grow more aggressive, his tongue meeting yours hungrily and his hands pulling you closer against him. You groan eagerly, feeling the tight grip on his hands all over your body. Partially wondering if you’ll even make it off your desk.

He let out another quiet moan as your hands moved to grip his hair, the feeling sending a spark of pleasure through him. He broke the kiss for a moment, only to begin trailing kisses up and down your jawline.

He nipped and sucked the skin, leaving a trail of love bites along the side of your neck. One of his large, rough hands snuck up under the hem of your shirt, wanting to feel your skin.

His hands are calloused and warm, and part of you should care that he’s leaving a trail of marks in the wake of his mouth but if you weren’t lying the idea of wearing these mark, his marks, in front of so many people makes your pussy throb in need.

Roy’s hands come down to your hips, squeezing and pushing more of his body against yours, you can feel the hard outline of his need in his trousers.

Roy runs a hand over your ribs, and you shudder in response. “How much longer is training?” You say, as you throw your head back and begin kicking off your shoes.

“Half hour, then Beard is holding a checkers competition in the team room.” He lifts your shirt up and over your head, “we’ve got your office to ourselves for at least an hour, we’ll have to be quiet to keep the kit man away,” he kisses you again, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra,”You can be a good girl and keep quiet yeah?”

“Yes coach.” You pull away, to free him from his shirt, and pressing your chests together. “Tell me what you wanna do to me.”

“Fucking minx.” He swears fingers finding your nipple and tugging on it harshly, “Filthy fucking thing calling me coach.” His eyes are dark with desire, breath hot and full of desire. “I’m gonna fuck you on this desk.”

His fingers dip into the waistband of your joggers, grabbing fistfuls of your ass as he envelops you with his mouth again. You moan coach, against the press of his mouth.

As you repeat the title, calling him coach again, he groans against your skin. His hips press forward, practically grinding himself against you for a moment to get some much needed friction, a low hiss slipping from his lips. He pulls back, his breath coming out in short huffs as he looks you in the eye.

“Say it again. Keep calling me coach.” He practically growls out. He pushes your paperwork onto the floor, urging you to lay further back onto the desk and to give him space to remove your clothes.

You comply, leaning back and lifting your hips so that he can pull the soft material from your legs. Looking down between your legs he sees a sizable patch of wet fabric clinging to your skin.

“Fucking filthy girl, you want this cunt filled don’t you?” He lets the pad of his thumb tap your clit through the thin cloth of your panties, and your eyes all but roll back into your head.

You nod vigorously, feeling so hot and dazed, knuckles clinging to the edge of your desk. Catching a glimpse of the sizable bulge in his trousers, you reach down to slip your hand around him.

He continues to press a finger to your clit, and takes a hand and twists into your hair tugging from the root. You hiss in pain, squeezing his shaft in response to the pain, “Please coach.”

His resolve breaks, pushing the top of his trousers down just enough to let himself fall free. In a single breath the head of his cock is working you open and his hips saw back and forth stretching you around his size.

Once he’s bottomed out, he pauses for a moment. Taking in the way your mouth is parted in a pant, and the way the muscles in your legs quiver around his waist.

“You said rough yeah? Tell me if you need me to stop.” He said, sober as a saint for a second making sure to establish himself as in control but giving you what you need to feel comfortable.

You nod, biting your lip as he shifts his heels to angle his hips up, he hits something inside you that makes you squeak.

His large palm wraps around your throat, squeezing the artery there and making your brain lull into the field of pleasure he gives you.

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Ophelia's Son: Smoking

Following on from Ophelia's Son to avoid everything going in its reblogs

Summary: In an effort to avoid nightmares, Robin gets Eddie and Steve to try meditation with her. An Addams trait derails it

Authors Note: This bit starts with me mixing up todays idea with tomorrows, cause I didn't check them before going out for the day

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Ophelia had gone back to Steve's father, set on keeping the flowers she'd started growing again and reminding Richard that a Frump should never be a second priority. Steve had laughed to hear that but agreed wholeheartedly that she should demand her due affection again.

The kids had been uncertain of her the few times they'd visited during her stay, mostly the boys because she immediately took El and Max under her wing to learn judo. Robin and Nancy had sat in on a few of the lessons too but after the third time of getting roped in for them to practice throws Steve and Jonathan teamed up to suggest actual classes they wouldn't be part of for them.

Lucas hadn't had luck in doing the same and was the only boy willing to come with the girls on their visits still. He did sigh in relief to realise Ophelia was gone however and immediately radioed the rest that it was cleare, getting snickers from the girls.

"We have something else to do now anyway." Max agreed, turning an expression full of plotting to Steve.

"Which is?" he asked, bemused.

"What flowers grow on your head?" El asked, bringing seed packets out of Max's bag.

The pair smiled innocently at him, holding the seed out and Steve couldn't avoid smiling, "Okay and you think they sprout in record time or is today just scattering them on my head then waiting to see if any stick long enough to grow?"

Yhey shared a look, frowning for a moment. "Wait here. We're picking some flowers from your neighbours." Max decided, grabbing El's hand.

"No.No! My neighbours will call the police on kids and they will kick up hell if Hopper doesn't seem to do anything." Steve stopped them. "Get weeds, wild flowers, hell go explore the woods taking cuttings of anything you can identity and bring them over another day. Don't cut the neighbours flowers."

Max straightened, matching his glare and crossing her arms. "We want to test it now."

"Well you can't. Go get Joyce to help you plant the seeds so they're at least sprouted before you shove them on my head." He gestured to the door where the Byers had indeed just pulled up.

"Fine." Max dragged Lucas and El out with her, Lucas once again talking into the radio as they went.

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“We’re meditating.” Robin decided.

She and Eddie had slept over the night before and they’d all been woken three times by the nightmares they had and Robin’s parents had been suggesting meditation as a solution for nightmares since a month after Starcourt. So far she and Steve had refused, certain nothing could actually get them past everything they’d gone through.

Steve blinked over to her from where he was nursing a coffee and nodded, “Sure, fine, might as well see if it’d get us a single nights sleep.” The agreement was easy. Perhaps when their nightmares woke them a couple times a week for fear of Russians could be carried on through, and perhaps feeling tired for half the week could be pushed past, but if they were together they woke each other if the nightmares got bad and apart Steve was sure none of them slept after their first nightmare of a night so they had to try something.

Eddie stayed silent, looking between the pair curiously.

“I’ll bring the books and tapes Mum tried pushing me to use tonight. You make a blanket fort in there.” Robin nodded, certain the decision was unanimous without him speaking.

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Listening to a tape was easy, even as sceptical as Steve was that mediation would help. He could follow the voice asking him to focus on his breathing, to imagine a flat colour or whatever else it was talking about.

He could not however keep focused on it when Robin yelped, suddenly scrambling from where she had been sat next to him and started batting him with a cushion, especially not when Eddie joined in, freaking out and asking where the lighter was and how something had happened.

Steve had automatically rolled up, moving his arms to shield his head but blinked at the pair when they stopped a moment later. “The hell was that about?”

“You were smoking!” Robin yelled, somewhere between panicked and accusatory.

“I was meditating! What the hell would I have been smoking? Eddie keeps whatever he shares with us when we aren’t intending to smoke.” He argued, looking to Eddie for support but only seeing his head shaking rapidly.

It took a moment before Eddie stopped. “Nope, not smoking a joint or anything, there was literally smoke coming out of you. You were smoking. Is that an Addams thing? A Frump thing? Do Addams’s smoke?” He asked the questions rapidly before realising neither Steve or Robin would know.

“I could ask, but can I first try doing that so I can see what you’re talking about?” Steve hesitated, glancing from his friends, to the phone and back again.

Robin pulled him up instead, walking around him, lifting his arms and even inspecting where he’d been sat. “Okay, no signs of anything having burnt, or anything like that. I will rewind the tape to the beginning. Eddie and me will watch you and not listen to it. You decide if you’re following it with eyes closed or open.” She concluded, going to do just that.

“Gotta be an Addams thing.” Eddie muttered, but did move so he was facing Steve instead of beside him now.

Once Robin hit play again Steve kept his eyes open, staring at Eddie while following the breathing guidance. He saw the twitch as Eddie tried not to react to something and glanced down to see he was indeed smoking while breathing and relaxing.

“Mum didn’t leave a number for where she and father are now.” He stated, trying to remain calm. “So I’ll just call Morticia and see if she knows what this is.”

It was an easy call to make and Morticia sounded delighted to hear the question. “Oh, Steve, that’s wonderful. I smoke just like that. Of course it’s normal. Everyone smokes, just remember to be polite and check if any guests are comfortable with you doing so before you do.”

“I will Aunt Morticia,” He promised, hanging up and smiling at the pair listening as closely as they could. “It’s something she does. Apparently I’m not taking after just my mother now.”

“Please, please smoke around the band. I wanna see their reaction to it.” Eddie immediately requested, comfortable to accept the new ability now they knew an origin for it. “Actually no. I’m gonna make a character you can play for a campaign, have you smoking at so many points until they ask how you manage that.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Can we go back to trying the full meditation now? I do want a full nights sleep sometime.”

“Okay. Just no developing some other weird feature if we do it this time.” Robin teased, once more rewinding the tape and arranging cushions so they’d all be comfortable.

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 30

summary: You take a risky step to stop things from unraveling within the group, but what you doesn’t expect is the dark turn of events waiting for you in the woods. Tensions rise as the line between trust and betrayal grows dangerously thin.

warnings: violence, lots of violence from here on out really

notes: two short chapters today! no flashbacks! shit is getting real!

The sun is still hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows across the yard as you make your way toward the barn. It’s quiet, the kind of quiet that feels ominous, like everything around you is holding its breath–including you. Glancing back at the house, you hear the soft sounds of people talking, but no one notices you slipping away. They’re all wrapped up in their own grief, their own conversations. Daryl is getting ready to head out, and you have a moment’s hesitation when you see Shane talking to Rick up on the porch. Should you tell Rick you’re going out? No, better to be alone for what you’re about to do—that’s exactly how it needs to be. Especially with Shane right there it would ruin your entire plan. You needed to be careful about this if it was going to work.

The barn looms ahead, bathed in the golden light of early evening. Your heart pounds, your pulse loud in your ears, but your steps are steady. Reckless. Stupid. The words you’d always heard ringing in your ears. But you can’t shake the feeling gnawing at your gut—that if you don’t do something, things will only get worse. Shane wants him dead. Rick can’t make the call. And Daryl... You push that thought down, forcing yourself to focus. This isn’t about what anyone else thinks. It’s about keeping the group together, stopping this from blowing up in all their faces. Daryl would forgive you, at least you’d hoped he would.

You reach the barn door, pausing for just a second. Your hand hovers over the handle, your breath shallow, nerves creeping up your spine. For a brief moment, you wonder if you should turn around, let Rick and Daryl handle it like they planned. No. Something had to be done. It’s too late to turn back now. This is the only way to keep things from spiraling out of control.

Randy is sitting up against the wall, blindfolded and handcuffed to the wall. He has a strip of fabric around his head to cover his eyes and duct tape over his mouth. He looks nothing like the frat boy from months ago that kissed you in the kitchen.

Randy stirs at the sound of you coming into the barn, and he looks up blindly. You take a deep breath, and approach him, taking off the blindfold. His brown eyes squint in the light coming through the wooden beams, but adjust to the sight of you in front of him.

“Don’t make a sound,” you say immediately, taking the keys from your pocket. It was pretty stupid of whoever left them on the door outside. “I’m gettin’ you outta here, but you have to listen to everything I say. You hear me? No funny business. You try anything,” you growl, “and I will shoot you, Randy.”

His eyes widen, but his brows shoot up in surprise as he nods fervently. You reach behind him, and grimace at the sight. He’s been pulling his hands so hard that they’re bleeding and the skin gummy around the handcuffs from his desperation. You leave the handcuffs on for now, in case he were to try anything, and just undo the lock on the chain keeping him to the wall. As you sit back on your heels in front of him, you try to make your voice as low and serious as possible, “I’m goddamn serious, Randy. I ain’t doin’ this for you. I’m doin’ this for my people. My friends. You make one wrong move–” but he’s whimpering, nodding, his eyes growing misty. You reach up to the duct tape, and pull it quickly from his mouth.

“Why you doin’ this?” he asks softly.

“Cause I don’t need your people showin’ up here to kill us all, but I also don’t want my people killing themselves over you either, let's go,” you rise, holding his arm up with you. He stands, legs stumbling a bit from lack of use. 

You pause at the door, peeking your head out to see if anyone is around, then looking back at Randy. His eyes are wide as he looks at you–really looks at you now.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Don’t thank me yet, idiot, we ain’t even out the barn,” you whisper, and run for the woods, holding his arm. The treeline luckily buts up against this old barn, so you immediately run into it. Once you’re a few paces deep into the woods, you turn to him, stopping him, “Where is your camp?”

“I don’t kn–” he begins, but you smack him upside the head, “Don’t lie, idiot. I’m your best shot of getting back to them. Where are they?”

“Okay, okay, jeez,” he says, pulling his face away, “I–I think we were camped along the highway, bout five miles from here.” your spine chills. They were only five miles from here. From your group…from Daryl. You swallow and nod, pointing him ahead.

“This way,” you point toward the direction of the road.

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Daryl

He’s packing up the truck as T-Dog hands him Dale’s old gun, “Sure wish I knew where the hell mine is,” Daryl grumbles. He hears footsteps coming up behind him, turning to see Rick sauntering over, his hand on the holstered gun. T-Dog heads out to get Randall, the prisoner, and Rick comes up to Daryl’s side, looking at the ground with his brows furrowed.

“What you did last night–” he starts.

“You don’t always have to do all the heavy liftin’,” Daryl grunts, but looks at Rick with eyes full of meaning. Rick’s eyes snap up to his, and without another word, he just nods. Daryl never felt like he was good at saying what he meant to people. No one really knew him well enough like you did. He was able to let down the walls he built around himself when he was with you. Daryl grabs his crossbow again, checking the bolts with practiced ease before settling into the truck’s passenger seat. The truck is packed tight with what they need—water in the cooler, extra gasoline, the essentials for when things inevitably go to hell. He listens to the quiet shuffle of Rick’s boots as he loads the last of their supplies. There’s an unease hanging in the air, something he can’t quite shake, but Daryl pushes it down.

A few minutes pass, and Daryl leans back in the seat, ready to go. But then, from the corner of his eye, he catches movement—T-Dog coming back from the barn, his steps quick and heavy. And that look on his face. Daryl’s chest tightens. He doesn’t have Randall with him. Something’s wrong.

T-Dog’s empty-handed, panic etched into every line of his face. He rushes over to them, his breath coming fast. “Randall’s gone,” he blurts out, his voice tight with fear. “He ain’t there.”

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You

The light is fading, casting long shadows through the trees as you walk deeper into the woods. The air feels cool on your skin, but your chest is tight, your heart pounding with every step. You can hear Randall’s boots crunching the leaves behind you, his breathing steady, too steady, as if he’s not risking his neck out here.

Randall stays a few paces behind you, his footsteps heavy from tripping over roots and whatever lays across his path, “So, what’s your plan when you get me to the highway?” he asks, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Just gonna leave me there to fend for myself?”

You don’t look back. “That’s the idea.”

He chuckles, a low, almost mocking sound. “I could help you, y’know. My people... they’d take you in.”

You don’t answer, forcing your legs to keep moving, your mind racing. The highway isn’t far now. Just a little while longer, and this will all be behind you. But the silence feels heavier with every step. You glance over your shoulder, checking the distance to the farm, to see if anyone else is coming, but all you see are trees—just you, Randall, and the woods stretching out in every direction.

Another long span of quiet follows, and the woods are getting harder and harder to see in. This was such a stupid idea. You start regretting not telling anyone you were leaving. But then, you knew the plan would’ve never worked if anyone knew what you were doing. This had to be a one person job.

“Come on, we almost there?” Randall calls out, a few steps behind you. You roll your eyes and turn to look at him, but as you turn, a voice comes out of the deep evening shadows, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins, turning them to ice.

“Almost there for sure,” Shane says, stepping out of the trees, his presence sudden and unnerving. 

Randall barely has time to register what’s happening before Shane’s hands are on him, swift and merciless. “I’ll take it from here.”

With a brutal twist, the sharp snap of Randall’s neck echoes through the stillness, his body crumpling to the ground like a discarded ragdoll. Your breath catches in your throat as you stumble back, your hand instinctively reaching for your weapon, but it’s already too late. Randall lies lifeless at Shane’s feet, his eyes still wide, the shock frozen on his face.

Shane looks up at you, calm, almost casual, like what just happened was nothing. His eyes lock onto yours, and he steps forward, closing the space between you with chilling ease.

“You thought you could just sneak him out, huh?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a sharp edge to it that makes your skin crawl. “Thought no one would notice?”

Shane takes another step forward, his eyes dark and unrelenting, “Honestly, if you weren’t such a fucking problem for me, I’d be thanking you. Got this kid outta the way easily. All I have to say is he escaped, came after you, and I killed him when I saw what he did to you. Easy. They’d all believe me,”

Your heart pounds in your chest, the reality of what just transpired crashing over you in waves. You can’t tell if Shane is threatening you, but his words hold more meaning than he’s letting on. You prayed someone was nearby to stop this. Then the shock of being alone with Shane in the woods hits you. Suddenly the woods feel too quiet, too closed in. He just looks at you, his eyes cold and calculating, like he’s sizing you up. Not even caring about Randy’s body lying next to him.

“You know what the problem is, don’t you?” His voice is calm, almost too calm, and that’s what makes it so terrifying. “Youve been standin’ in the way of what I want. Between me and Lori. Between me and what’s supposed to be mine. My baby inside her.”

Your pulse races, your mouth going dry. “Shane—”

He cuts you off, taking another step closer, his hand brushing against the tree trunk, fingers tapping like he’s barely holding something back. “No, you listen. I’ve done everything for this group. For Rick. For Carl. And you? Ever since you showed up, you just keep gettin’ in the way. At the CDC when I coulda had Lori then and there, you come and interrupt everything. Overhearin’ our conversations. Thought you could pull a fast one tonight, but look at you now. You’re not gonna fix anything. Just like Lori ain’t gonna fix anything, not unless Rick’s outta the picture.”

Your stomach twists, dread settling deep in your gut as his words sink in. Now you knew he was threatening you. And Rick. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Rick’s your friend,” you say, your voice trembling despite yourself.

Shane laughs, a low, bitter sound. “Rick’s the last obstacle. Just him standin’ between me and what I deserve. And then, it’ll be over.”

You swallow hard, caught between fight or flight. The decision to run is instinctual, primal, and every nerve in your body is screaming for you to move, to escape before it’s too late. But your legs feel rooted to the ground. “And Daryl?” you ask, your voice tough, trying to sound strong, but you’re desperate for a thread of hope. “What about Daryl? You’d have to face him if you did anything to me.”

That’s when Shane’s smile turns into something cruel, something that makes your blood run cold. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice as he chuckles darkly. “Daryl? Oh, he’s easy. I’ve already shown him what I’m capable of. Ever since you joined us, you two have been nothin’ but a problem for me, joined back at the hip like stupid teenagers again.”

Your heart stutters. The way he says it—the way his eyes glint with that twisted satisfaction—you know what he means. He’s not bluffing. He’s already hurt Daryl, already proven just how dangerous he can be. Does he mean tonight? A surge of panic grips you, your vision narrowing as everything comes crashing down at once.

You can’t stay here. Not alone in the woods with Shane. Not after what he just did to Randy. Not after what he’s hinting he’ll do next. No one was coming to save you, to stop him.

Without another word, you turn and run.

[elmouwus]

♡ lowe’s tub for two • katsuki bakugo ♡

katsuki bakugo x f!reader

summary — bakugo has always had a fantasy of bending you over in the middle of an aisle in a store, now he can finally cross it off his bucket list.

warnings — nsfw. established relationship, married couple, smut, exhibitionism (public sex), unprotected sex (p in v : wrap it up folks), shower sex (technically), light fingering, quickie, dirty talk, cream pie, slight d/s dynamic, dom!katsuki/sub!reader, cream pie.

1276 words xx

MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

“What about this one,” you pointed at a shower display and looked up at your husband who was already looking in your direction, just not at your face.

The two of you had just gotten married a few weeks ago and were working on designing your new home together, the last thing to work on were the bathrooms, so that’s how you found yourself in this Lowe’s aisle looking at shower displays. Unfortunately, it seemed like you were the only one interested in the actual displays.

“Katsuki,” you snapped, causing Katsuki to look up at you, his vermilion eyes meeting your own, “my ass is not what we’re supposed to be looking at today.”

“That might not have been your plan but it was definitely mine,” he smirked as he looked back down at your ass, sliding his hand onto it, rubbing a circle on it.

“Katsuki Bakugo, do you have no public decency at all?” You asked slapping his arm and taking a step away from him, “we’re in public, how would you like to be the next headline on the news. I can see it now ‘Number Two Pro Hero: Dynamight & Number 15 Pro Hero : H/N Getting Down & Dirty In L-“

“Okay, Jesus, Woman I get it, alright? No touching my own wife in public,” he over exaggerated.

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, “now answer my question,” you looked back at the shower display. It took less than a few seconds for you to feel his hand on your ass again.

“Kat-“

“Y/N hush, nobody is around, this place is a ghost town,” he licked his lips as he squeezed your ass hard, causing a soft moan to leave your mouth. You bit your own lip as you felt heat pool in your panties, “I wish you’d just let me fuck you in this aisle, it’s all I can think about when we’re out,” he whispered right into your ear as he caressed your ass.

You shivered at the feeling of his breath on your ear. You looked both ways down the aisle, he wasn’t wrong, this place was a ghost town. You didn’t even remember seeing anyone else when you guys came through.

You smirked pushing Katsuki off you and turning around to look at him, your eyes met once again. His eyes were coated in lust and mischievousness.

You put your hand on his chest and gave him a quick peck, “since you can’t seem to focus on the task at hand, why don’t we kill two birds with one stone?”

He cocked an eyebrow, “what do you have in mind, Brat?”

“Let’s see if we,” you paused to stretch up to his ear to whisper, “fit in this shower.”

You went back to your flat feet and stared at him innocently as you backed up towards the shower display. For the first time in all of the time you knew Katsuki Bakugo, this was the first time you seemed to have caught him by surprise. His jaw was slightly dropped and he looked like he was just offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

“What about the press,” he smirked as he walked towards you.

You turned around as you opened the display shower door and slipped in, “it’s like you said, it’s a ghost town in here and we have the power of my quirk by our side. So do you wanna cross this off your bucket list or not?”

He knew he couldn’t pass this up, he ‘begged’ for an exhibitionism experience almost every time you were out. He followed you into the shower, closing the door behind him, “how long can you hold your invisibility for now,” he asked as you both pretended to feel around the shower as if testing it out.

As much as he wanted this experience and the fact that this place was empty, cameras were still a thing and he definitely didn’t want a sex tape going around just after getting married.

“About 5 minutes without a break with someone else..”

“Guess this is gonna have to be a quickie,” he winked as you touched his shoulder and you both disappeared. You saw one another but your reflections were gone, which meant no one else could see you either.

Now knowing you’re invisible, you slammed into each other hard. Your lips swirled together as you tongue wrestled with one another.

“You’re such a naughty whore,” Katsuki said as he put his hands under your short sundress, pulling your underwear down, “wearing this short ass dress knowing you were gonna get me riled up, huh?”

His thick calloused finger slid up and down your slit, feeling that your whole slit was covered in your juices, you sucked on his tongue as you unbuckled his pants and let them drop.

Knowing you had limited time, he slid one of his hands down to the back of your thighs, “jump.”

You did as you were told and he slammed you against the back wall of the shower, before taking ahold of his cock and rubbing it with his wet hand, you didn’t remember him spitting on it but your were on a hormone high and wanted to ride it out.

Without sparing another second he slammed his thick cock into you, and started heavily thrusting. You let out loud moans and whimpers as his wet hand found your clit, rubbing it with one of his fingertips.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sucked on your neck. You felt his heavy balls continuously hit your ass cheeks as he thrusted in and out of you, “fucking whore, getting off to me fucking you in Lowe’s.”

You were married to an actual sex god. Your moans got louder as his tip hit your g spot over and over again. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure up your body, not to mention the his fingertip circling your clit.

You both knew your time was running out, which is why Katsuki was focusing on you so hard, “come on baby, I know you wanna cum for me.”

“I do,” your scream-moans echoed down the empty aisle.

“Then do it,” he said as he picked up the speed. You arched your back as you felt your orgasm hit, it rolled up and down your body, the feeling of your pussy contracting around him caused him to (what felt like) be sucked dry.

You felt his dick twitch in you as he pulled out, his cum dripping out a little. He let you slowly drop as he picked up your panties putting them in his pants pocket as he lifted them.

“Hello, is anyone down here? I heard a scream,” an associate asked, walking towards the aisle. He turned down the aisle to see Pro Hero Dynamite and you looking at a shower display.

“Oh yes, it was me, sorry,” you said, your face was flushed, “I was just so excited to pick out the last part of our new home. How much is delivery for this model,” you asked the associate innocently.

Katsuki smirked as he watched his cum slide down your legs while you spoke to the worker.

[miniimapp]

Robaire - Underneath the Tree

Gen ;; Fluff - Drabble/Short Story

Warnings ;; None

Proofread + Edited ;; Briefly run through grammarly because it's Christmas and I wanted to treat you all <3

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 2 OF THE CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN, ALSO KNOWN AS DAY 21 OF ADVENT !!

can you tell that this one had to be written real quick because i've been at work all day ?? either way, enjoy <3

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Wrapping gifts is an art form. There's a delicacy, a grace, to the way you fold the paper. A practised confidence that comes from years of refining your wrapping skills. And while you don't expect everyone to have the same level of skill you’ve managed to cultivate, you had liked to imagine that everyone had at least the basics down: fold, tape, no present peeking through.

Until you met Robaire, that is.

Despite his outstanding prowess in seemingly every other field, your partner has never quite managed to pin down the art of present wrapping, and it somehow leads you to the same absurd scene every year: Robaire knelt on the floor, wrapped up to his elbows in tape and trying desperately to fling it off, as he pulls at the paper, creasing it in some places and irreparably tearing it in others.

And that’s what you stumble upon today as you walk through the door, welcomed in by a cacophony of colourful curses that could make a sailor blush.

You last maybe a second before the first peel of laughter is ripped from you as Robaire flings one of his arms around, growing evermore frustrated as he tries to loosen the clingy tape. Fond amusement warms your chest as you watch him wrestle with a particularly difficult strip of tape; you’re beyond trying to figure out how he gets himself into these messes, and instead focus on getting him out.

Eventually, you’ll have to step in before he gets around to begging invisible forces to strike him down, and as you hear him begin code-switching into French curses you decide now is the time.

Pushing off from the doorway, you saunter into the room with laughter already bubbling up again in the back of your throat. “I think it might be time for an intervention, don’t you?”

Robaire turns to you, expression indignant. “Oh, do you think so?” he asks dryly, his voice drenched in sarcasm and eyes rolling, “And what exactly does this ‘intervention’ entail, mon amour?”

“How about teaching how to wrap presents properly?” you offer as you saunter closer

“Or maybe I could just stuff the presents in gift bags for the rest of forever, maybe get some tissue paper and make it look all pretty to hide the fact that I’m a failure,” Robaire grumbles, his tone petulant.

“Lose the attitude, babe,” you chastise softly, “And sit tight because I’m about to turn you into a wrapping extraordinaire.”

You kneel next to Robaire, setting out the wrapping paper and placing the paper on top of it. “Alright, you ready?” you ask, turning to face him.

The moment you receive a nod from Robaire, you gently take his hands in yours, fingers ghosting over his as you demonstrate the proper way to wrap the presents. “It’s all about the way you fold the paper; if you’ve got that down, you can wrap anything.”

“And the tape, by the way, is your friend here, not your enemy. You just gotta get on its good side,” you add, “Go slowly and carefully, that way you can fix any mistakes while they’re still manageable.”

As you continue wrapping together, Robaire’s frustration slowly melts away into curiosity and then awe as following your instructions quickly develops into understanding. You pull your hands away after a while, watching over him as he continues. Robaire’s still a bit clumsy, his finger fumbling over the folds and awkwardly placing the tape, but he’s trying and he’s succeeding. You can’t help but feel proud.

“See, you’re not a failure, you just needed a bit of instruction, and who doesn’t every now and then?” you say, voice filled with encouragement. “You’re getting the hang of it so quickly now.”

With a small but proud smile, Robaire nods. “Thanks.” He pauses slightly, dropping his head sheepishly, “I guess might have been making it more complicated than it needed to be.”

You playfully raise an eyebrow at him, “Oh, you think so?” 

Robaire rolls his eyes in return, “Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m dramatic, sue me.”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” you defend, raising your hands in surrender. “But, we all have our weaknesses, right? It’s what makes us human, you know.” you continue, your tone altering to become more reassuring and sincere.

As you continue to wrap gifts together, the room begins to fill with laughter, gentle corrections, and the quiet rustle of wrapping paper. A shared affection that drowns out the previous frustration of the evening, setting you up for a peaceful and loving Christmas.

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[yourimagines]

Can I request a KSI smut where she's works for the sidemen and one late night when they're working together they have really passionate sex and the next day he reveals he's always had a crush on her and asks her out to date and then the boys are like finally

🙈 🙈

Hope you like it, if not let me know and I write another one for you.

Feelings

* English Is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

It was a long day on set, Harry was yelling, Ethan was tired and JJ was trying not to laugh. “Harry stop.” Tobi says as Harry runs away with the fake trophy in his hands. Ethan starts to laugh but looks over at me, giving me a hint that he’s done for today. Josh sighs and stares at the rest of the group. “Maybe we need to finish this one up at home, everyone can record a bit and then y/n can edit it all together like always.” JJ says as he walked over to me. “Right?” I nodded and got up from my chair. “I think that’s the best option, we’re all getting tired and probably hungry as well.” I agreed with him, everyone was done not only the sidemen but also the team behind the cameras. “Great, I’m ready to go home.” Ethan says and grabs his jacket, ready to leave.

I helped the team to pack their stuff up, it was a long exhausting day but it was all worth it. JJ stayed around the studio, helping the guys with carrying the supplies to the car. “Y/n, do you want to grab some food and chill at my place?” He said as he walked over to me. “Uhh yeah sure.” I nodded and grabbed my jacket and my bag. “Great, I’m starving.”

KSI POV

We grabbed some food and went to my house. “Maybe you should film your part before you lay down.” She says as I lay down on the sofa. “Why?” She giggles and walks over to the kitchen. “Because you’re getting tired and then you don’t want to film it anymore. I need those tapes JJ.” She grabbed two plates and placed our takeout on it. “Yeah….tomorrow?” She shot me a glare and I immediately held my hands up in the air. “Okay okay, I’ll do it now.” I stood up with a big sigh and walked over to her. “Good, when you’re done you can do whatever you want.” She handed me a plate and smiled at me. “Thanks.”

She was laughing as I tried to film my part for the fifth time. “Oh please y/n, not again.” I fucked it up again and she starts to cry from all the laughter. “Sorry! I-I stop now.” She wiped away her tears and turned around to look away from me. “What are you doing?” I asked her confused. “Looking away from you, I can’t help it JJ.” A small giggle escaped and I shook my head. “Okay then, I’ll do this very quick.” I pressed the record button and tried again.

Y/N POV

After a few times he got the perfect recording. “So, time for a movie.” He says and plops down on the sofa. “Thank you for the food and the hundred recordings.” I grabbed my bag and placed the camera in it. “Are you going?” I looked up and he was looking at me. “Yes, I need to do a lot of things, editing and other work.” He shook his head and pats with his left hand beside him on the sofa. “No you’re not, come and watch a movie with me.” I gently shook my head and grabbed my jacket. “No I’m sorry, I can’t. I have so much work to do JJ.” He stood up and walked over to me. “Y/n please stay, this is not healthy. You’re always working, it’s almost 1 am, you’re not going home at this time of the night.” I looked at the time from my phone and saw he’s right. “Just stay the night.” He gently brushed his fingers against my shoulder. “Okay.”

We both laid down on the sofa, a blanketed was thrown over us and the only light in the room came from the tv. “What an idiot.” He whispered as something happened in the movie. I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie, I was looking at him. “What?” I was so lost in my own world that I didn’t saw him turning his head to look at me. “Nothing.” I looked back at the tv and felt my cheeks burning up. “You sure?” I nodded and tried to focus on the movie. I felt him moving a bit and laid his arm quietly around my shoulder, making my heart race.

KSI POV

She was blushing hard as I made a small move on her. I flexed my muscles and saw her looking at my hand that hung loosely over her arm. “Is it me or it warm in here.” I moved my arm back and pulled my shirt off. She starts to giggle. “It’s you JJ.” She grabbed the blanket and pulled it more towards her body. “Are you cold? I’m sweating like I’m a sauna.” She nods as she wraps the blanket around her. “Are you really that warm?” She briefly looked at my chest but quickly looked up at my eyes again. “Yeah, you can feel it.” Her hand carefully went up and touched my arm. “How?!” I started to laugh and shrugged. ‘Because of you.’ “I don’t know, maybe something wrong with the heating system.” Her hand was still laying on my arm and I just wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She starts to laugh. “JJ.” She said surprised. “Let me warm you up, you’re cold.” She giggles softly and relaxes against my chest. “This is surprisingly cosy.” She says as she lays her head down against my chest.

Now it became a real challenge for me as I felt my boner pushing hard against my shorts. She was all in her own world again as he fingers brushed against my chest tattoo, tracing along with the lines. I moved my hips slightly to relieve some tension but failed as she immediately stopped moving. ‘Oh shit, she felt it.’ She slightly moved her legs and looked up at me. She looked so beautiful, slightly biting down on her lip and looking at me with her big Bambi eyes. “I think your heater is broken.” She says softly as her face was flustered again. “Let me help you with that then.”

Y/n POV

His fingers brushed against my skin when he lifted my shirt off, revealing most of my body. His eyes dropped down to my bra and his fingers brushed over my stomach, up to the underside of my bra. I moved my legs again, trying to get some relief between my legs as I slightly moved against his thigh. “Fuck….” He whispered as his fingers went up over my breasts. “JJ…” it was al getting too much, his boner poking against my leg, his fingers brushing over my skin, my pussy that was all heated up. “Yes?” He was looking at me as one of his hands went up to my face. “I’m….can you..” my brain was in a big mess and he just smiles, his thumb caressed my cheek. “Of course I’ll help you out.”

His hands moved to my back and gently unclasped my bra. “Beautiful girl.” He throw it to the side and moved his large hands over them. Squeezing them and playing with my nipples. I moved my hands to his shoulders, touching him lightly. He moved on of his hands down to my joggers and slowly went in. “Fuck, you’re wet.” His fingers brushed over my damped panties. I wanted to touch him so I moved my hands down, going over his toned body. He gently moved my panties to the side and starts to rub over my wet pussy. A soft moan escaped from me and he looked up. “You like that huh?” I nodded as he teasingly pushed his finger in.

KSI POV

My boner was getting painful now and I moved her a bit more up to sit down on me. My fingers were drenched in her juices as I pulled them out. “Look at that…” she blushed and looked away from me. I grabbed her chin with my clean hand and pushed her gently back to look at me. “Is okay babe.” She shyly nods and I released her chin, moving back to her ass. “Let me take these off.” I pulled her joggers down and threw them somewhere in the room. She was fiddling with the strings of my joggers. “I agree.” I winked at her and kicked my joggers off as well. I grabbed her waist and pulled her back into my lap again. She was flustered again as she sat on my lap, feeling my boner against her own wet pussy. “Do want you want babes.” I moved a bit back into the sofa and looked at her, she was shy but moved her hand back to my stomach. Her hips started slightly to move and I grabbed her ass, guiding her to ride my thigh.

She moved her hips and her hands moved over my stomach. I grabbed her face and pulled her closer to mine, causing her to lay down on me. I moved closer and kissed her lips, my other hand moved over her body and she did the same. My hand went down to her panties and pulled them carefully down. Her hand was stroking over my boner who was still trapped in my shorts. “I want you JJ.” She moan against my lips. “Yeah?” She nods and gently squeezed into my boner.

I flipped us over and got my hard throbbing dick out of my pants. She bite down on her lip and parted her legs for me. I grabbed her hip and slowly pushed myself in. A gasp came from her and a small grunt came from me. “Fuck…” I started to move gently as she was tight. “JJ…” I nodded and kissed her lips. “I know…I’ll take it easy.” I moved my lips over to her neck and kissed every bit of it, leaving all wet kisses behind.

Y/N POV

He was huge and painful but he was gently with me. Leaving kisses behind my skin, moving slowly and whispering small praises into my ear. I felt good and weirdly enough loved by him. The way he touched me, the way he moved his hips. It didn’t took me long to get that high and came all over him. He pulled out in time and cleaned up his mess. He took care of me and made sure I was comfortable before falling asleep, naked in his arms on his sofa while the movie started all over again.

It was late in the morning when Deij knocked on his door. “JJ! Get your ass up, we have plans today!” His voice rang through the room. JJ groans and gets up, grabbed his pants and walked to the door. “Give me a minute, I over slept.” Deij groaned but walked back to his car. “I need to go, I’ll see you later at Simon’s house okay?” He gathered all my clothes and laid them neatly on the sofa. “Okay.” I gave him a smile and he quickly pulled some clothes on and left me alone in his house.

KSI POV

I was already at Simon’s house and felt a bit nervous after what happened last night. I haven’t told anyone but I knew I had to asked her out. “Y/n is here, so we can get started.” Josh said as Harry walks in with y/n. She looked like all ways beautiful. A big smile on her face as she entered the room. “Hello, how’s everyone?” She asks. "Good how about you?" Ethan replies to her as she sat down next to me, as that was the last empty spot. "I'm good, thank you." She unpacked her bag and pulled out her laptop. Harry kicked my leg as he passed by, snapping me out of staring at her.

She was trying her best to not look at me, she's probably ashamed or regretting it. "That's the video, I think it's pretty solid." She looked up from her laptop and looked at us. "It's very good." I said in a lower voice as they others were talking louder over my voice. "Thank you." She looked shyly at me as she heard me talking to her. "Who wants some food?" Tobi says as the silence became a little bit awkward. "Me, I'm hungry." "Me too man"

We were standing alone in the kitchen, grabbing a plate of food as the others were playing a video game. "Are you okay?" I whispered to her, not wanting the others know what happened between us last night. "Yes....are you?" I nodded and turned my body towards her, fully facing her. "Y/N....I-I thought about it and I want to take you out, proper date." Her expression changed from being embarrassed to smiling shyly. "Really?" I nodded and let out an awkward laugh. "Yeah....I like you." She smiled and bite down on her lower lip. "I like you too JJ."

We both walked towards the rest and our face expression gave it away. Harry shouted a finally as Simon looked confused. " He asked her you dumb fuck." Ethan said with a laugh. "Really?" Y/N nodded as she sat down next to Tobi. "He asked me on a date." Josh gave me a pat on my shoulder as I sat down next to him and Ethan. "Finally man, took you way too long." They all joked about it as they were happy for me and for Y/N.

[darealstethan]

NEW CHAPTER OF WANT ME!!!

Slight inspo from @confuzzledcrow headcanons!!

Read on ao3 or below cut! (Please do read on ao3)

Ethan's POV

I sit in English, but my pen doesn't write words. Instead, my hand guides it to draw a masterpiece. My eyes land on a whole Benny face that is now covering a huge portion of the paper. I don't rip it out, I fold over the corner of the page to save for later. I've grown a collection of subconscious Benny drawings, I go on autopilot and let my brain do the work. And when I get home, I make sure to hang the loose line paper in on my closet door. Since the sleepover it been like this. Rory and I actually feel closer in a sense, and he doesn't hold anything against us. When I'm in class, I remember the imitate details. I remember how close we were, and the taste of salted popcorn, his soft skin, green puppy eyes-

"Mr. Morgan!" Eyes widening from the realization she is face to face with my love-filled page dedicated to Benny. I slam my book close and give a nervous smile.

"I'm so sorry" I whisper, sinking in my seat.

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The walk to meet Benny at the lockers was the best part of school now. We would only touch slightly, letting our pinkies linger around each other's. We smile, and we look. We will stare till I feel the heat in my cheeks, and I have to look away.

"Hey..." Just look at him, I'm blown away.

"He-hey, hey, hi." My palms are drenched in sweat. "Hey Benny." He chuckles, he chuckles and looks so dorkie doing it.

"Hey..." He laughs "...Why so antsy? I mean it's adorable but calm down its just me! Remember?"

"Yeah sorry, anyway do you want to come over today?" A grin paints his face.

"Boy, do I? Of course!" He finishes packing his bag, "Can I walk with you?"

"Yes Benny, you don't have to ask." We both shut our lockers, heading out. It's warm out, but there's a wonderful breeze. As we walk, I think about holding his hand, and sometimes I even reach for it. I just can't focus on his words, as my eyes wonder other places. I think other thoughts, it's always that night, how emotional that night was. I've never experienced anything like that, but it's had me feeling pretty good. If I knew this is how it would feel to admit I liked my best friend, well I would've realized a long time ago.

"Ethan!"

"HUH? What? Sorry!" I haven't even realized we made it to my house. "I've been calling your name; you didn't hear me?"

"No, sorry." We walked in, waving to Jane before escaping to my room. Tossed bags, shoes off, and we are now in bed; together. My hand traces his face, before placing short kisses all over. Leaving a longer on his lips before getting up.

"Can I show you something?" He sprung up to my words. I unzipped the heavy bookbag, pulling out my notebook and flipping to the folded page. Carefully tearing out the page, I searched my desk for a roll of tape. I ripped a long piece off and applied half of it to the paper and the other half to the inside of my closet door. Footsteps behind me, I feel his arms wrap around me.

"What's this?" It takes him a second to register what he's looking at. Sketches of Benny filled the door, pen and pencils, colored uncolored, detailed low effort. And I have to hide my face behind my hands, to hide the fresh pink spread.

"Oh my god... you drew these?" I went to shut the door, but I was stopped. "Ethan, these are... amazing." His hand felt each drawing, analyzing each one. He turned me to face him. His hand snakes to the nape of my neck, pulling me into a kiss; a kiss of passion. And it starts off slow, till he deepens it, and this slow kiss turned to a fast race. I trip backwards, as he's now guiding my body to the bed. I turn us just one more time, so I fall on top of him when we reach the bed. I am sat in his lap, with his head up against the headboard. Our lips only parting for breaths, nothing could ruin this moment-

"Ethan, here's your laundry!" The door swings open, all too fast, I practically throw myself off of Benny. Her eyes are wider than I can ever imagine.

"MOM!?" Like a deer in headlights, breath heavy, my mom quickly leaves the room. Panic sets in me and Benny's face, he quickly grabs his things before giving me a quick peck.

"I should get going, I'll call you later." I mouth "I'm sorry" before he leaves just as quick as my mom did.

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Dinner was quiet, the air is thick enough to cut. Nobody has said word, but I can tell many things want to be said.

"So, Ethan, how was school." My mom spoke bluntly, it was clear that wasn't the real question she wanted to ask. Probably, "Hey Ethan why were you on top of your best friend?"

"It was good."

"Well, your teacher called; she said you weren't focused. You were too busy doodling." Oh god..."What's that all about?"

"Nothing, I was just bored" I picked at the chicken pasta Infront of me.

"Is there something you aren't telling us-" "IT NOTHING...Okay? Nothing!" I slid out of my chair and headed back to my room.

I felt embarrassed, not only because I acted like that, because I just got caught with my best friend. Ran over to my laptop to call Benny. We talked for a half an hour, about my frustration. Till I got a knock at my door, I told Benny I'd call him back.

"Can I come in?" It was my dad, I motioned for him to come in.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing?" I rolled my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm okay dad."

"Look I am just going to cut this short; your mother told me what happened. And I understand you are growing up and might want-"

"DAD!!" I threw my hands to protest the continuation of that. "When Benny comes over the door must stay open, okay?" Oh, that's it? A weight was lifted when I realized this wasn't going to be a hate speech conversation.

"Okay, I am sorry!"

"It's alright, plus you just made me win 5o buck-a-roonies!" He got up, leaving from my room.

"Wait what? WAIT FOR WHAT??"

[theresattrpgforthat]

(Preferably fantasy) games with a school setting, and a focus on non-fatal violence and mystery solving?

THEME: Magic School Mysteries

Hello friend, so I have a bit of a wide spectrum of options for you today, some of which are more focused on magic, some more focused on mystery, and some more focused on violence. I hope you find something that hits what you're looking for!

Lofi Bards to Study and Relax To, by Ross Eaglesham.

You and your friends are students at a magical high-school, college or university and exams are coming up! Go on magical adventures, reveal ancient secrets and forge deep bonds with your friends - just make sure you don’t miss class!

To help you on your journey, you’re equipped with one of your most prized possessions - the Notestrider. When a reel of magical tape is placed in this small, arcane box, it plays a recording of whatever is stored on the tape; usually through a strange pair of mechanical earmuffs. You and your tight-knit group of friends all put together a mixtape of your favourite songs for studying - 'lofi bards to study and relax to' - and the relaxing beats and chilled out vibes might just be enough to see you through the crazy world of arcane education.

With many secrets to uncover while you’re at a magical institution, Lofi Bards to Study and Relax To looks to have quite a significant capacity to really sink you into the skin of your character. Music can be very good at helping you tune into your emotions and put you in a specific state of mind, and since the Notestrider is meant to help your characters prepare and focus for all of the struggles ahead, you’ll be using that music to put yourself into the shoes of your character.

This is another game that doesn’t seem to prioritize violence at all, but it can make whatever mysteries you decide to unravel incredibly personal. There's also an expansion that includes Artifacts and character options for you if you want access to a broader span of game elements. If you want to really emphasize the student experience in a slightly more magical setting, I’d definitely recommend this game.

The Osterman Academy of Magical Arts, by Wheels Within Wheels Publishing. @ostermad-blog

Welcome to the Osterman Academy of Magical Arts, the premier school for spell craft. Our faculty are leaders in their fields, our staff unparalleled, and our students extraordinary.

All OAMA students are required to reside on campus for the duration of their studies, but the wide variety of campus events ensure that students always have many ways to spend their time, including student-run clubs, a bustling student center, athletic meets, and trips to nearby urban centers.

OAMA also boasts two unique educational opportunities: the class trip and individual projects. Every year, students in each class go to a special destination for a more hands-on educational experience. Furthermore, at the end of each year, all students pursue an individual project tailored to their specific interests and supervised by one of our esteemed faculty. 

The Osterman Academy of Magical Arts has a sliding scale to determine how popular magic is, and how entrenched it is in the world around you. It comes with a grand total of 66 backgrounds to choose from or roll randomly for, including Clown-gician (you thought this was clown school) and Fun Guy (secret colony of fungi masquerading as the life of the party in human form). You’ll also choose your character’s class schedule, create friendships with other characters, and take exams to determine how well they did in their courses.

There isn’t much that allows you to do violence, but if you want to solve mysteries in this game, I think the various character strengths and school classes present in this game give you a really diverse set of approaches to finding answers and solving problems.

Mystic Punks, by mysticpunks.

Students have gone missing at Star Valley High School and no one seems to care. You determine that their disappearances are the result of an otherworldly invasion.

As a teenage misfit, you’ve only ever used your mystic powers to perform dark rituals, but now those powers are the only thing that can save your classmates and stop a supernatural legion from consuming you and your school.

Based on the solo RPG Mystic Punks: The Collected Edition, Mystic Punks Tabletop RPG invites you and your friends to delve deeper into occult mysteries and explore beyond Star Valley High School. 

With supernatural threats abounding and dark threats surrounding you and your peers, Mystic Punks probably has a big chance to bring violence and conflict to the fore. The original game appears to be devoted to a solo roleplaying experience, but the Quickstart appears to allow for group gaming as well. I can’t guarantee that the violence is non-fatal however; this game is sold as a horror experience, so the threat of death probably looms over all of your characters.

Student Protectors of Malaysia, by Aaron Lim / @ehronlime

You are a 17-year-old secondary school student with extraordinary powers. You’ve connected with friends in your school who have similar powers and have been working together to protect your town from supernatural threats. It’s been hard juggling your commitment to use your powers for good with your responsibilities to your families and your studies, but it’s been rewarding.

Now, you’re almost done with school and you really should be focusing on your preparation for the SPM exams, but threat has surfaced that could mean disaster for the entire town if you do not act quickly. Your final year awaits…

Student Protectors of Malaysia probably best fits all of the criteria that we’re looking for here. There are three phases to the game: Student, Protector and Marking. In your Student phase, you’re using your abilities to investigate mysteries in order to figure out what exactly the threat is, and to prepare for whatever your big action scene is going to be. In the Protector phase, you’ll be targeting the threat, whether that be a roaming monster, a rogue magic user, or a more mundane (but powerful) threat. You’ll have to do this while balancing schoolwork, family obligations, and just daily teenage life. Finally, the Marking Phase reflects downtime, assessing how smoothly you solved the problem and how your adventure affected your journey towards personal goals.

The system for this game is influenced by Powered by the Apocalypse, with moves written out for specific situations, like Take Decisive Action, or Recall information. You’ll roll 2d6 and add modifiers up to a maximum of +3. There’s also bits and pieces from Forged in the Dark, most prominently in the Downtime phase and the Stress that your characters accrue through adventures and relieve through hobbies. The game definitely skews more towards secret superheroes than it does towards a magic school, but you could restrict the electives available to your students to make their powers seem more magical and otherworldly than technical or genetic.

The “Gardening” Club, by Wizard of Ox.

Welcome to our very legitimate high school club where we don’t actually do a lot of gardening! We are open to everyone: cheerleaders, talking vegetables and even people who actually garden. We only have one rule: keep our true agenda a secret. Grab a nice cup of herbal tea, water the cacti and search for clues. We must get to the root of things!

You are a group of high school students who, despite being different from each other, have an interest in common: solving mysteries. Since a detective club would be too on the nose, you made a “gardening” club as a front. Each one of you has different abilities you can use to get to the root of things, as well as codenames that give special powers. Can you work together and find out what is going on?

I’m very intrigued by this game. It feels like it would be very easy to modify to fit a setting of your choice. The instruction sheet is only 5 pages, and all of the character concepts are charmingly plant-themed (with a little bit of magic on the side)! The group will set out on missions to discover clues, hoping to piece together the answers to a larger mystery. You will collaboratively fill out a Deduction Tree to figure out how all of the clues connect. If you like collaborative mystery solving this is absolutely the game for you!

Games I've Recommended in the Past

Breakfast Cult, by Weird Age Games.

My Magic School Post

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Play It Out (1)

Eddie Munson didn't have the best track record when it came to predicting what would happen to him. He hadn't expected to be wanted for murder. He'd had no clue that he'd heroically swim to another dimension to save the reformed asshole Steve Harrington. He'd never would have guessed that he'd be nearly nibbled to death by flesh-eating vampire creatures from the said dimension, only to be carried home and brought back to life by the said ex-jock. Finding himself in the middle of a telekinetic fight with a knife taped to a broom handle and a spiked trash bin lid was also pretty far away from what he'd assumed his life would be. So yeah, as far as Eddie Munson was concerned, life could no longer surprise him.

And yet, when Steve greeted him in the Family Video and calmly told Eddie that the VHS tape in front of him was supposedly haunted, he once again had no fucking clue what to say.

"Haunted," he repeated and licked his lips. The scar running through the corner of his mouth was still somewhat foreign to him, but the discomfort faded in comparison to having yet another supernatural bullshit on his hands. Maybe. Robin wasn't there, she was taking her first baby steps in college, and so Eddie was allowed to panic.

Steve just nodded in that bored, bitchy way that Eddie secretly adored. "So the lady said. Haunted. Cursed. She also said she no longer needed it."

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows and poked the tape with his cigarette box. "...the fuck. Doesn't look haunted to me."

"How'd you even tell that the tape is haunted, Munson? It's not like it's printed on the box or has cursed stickers on." But Steve wasn't too keen on touching the thing either, keeping a respectful distance from the counter.

Snorting, Eddie leaned against the counter - but still far away enough from the VHS tape. "Aren't you the expert on supernatural shit? I'm practically a newbie here. An...occasional paranormal enthusiast to your bat-wielding badass monster slayer."

"Flatterer." Oooh, there was a wink. That flirty wink. That stupidly flirty wink of those stupidly pretty eyes behind the stupidly pretty eyelashes. Why stupidly? Because all of this had been making Eddie stupid for months - weeks of constantly being watched over by Steve in the hospital, more weeks of learning how to walk on his own again in Steve's house and then months of hanging out together, hopeless flirting and inevitable falling for his straighter-than-arrow friend. Such a typical Munson thing to do.

Shifting his focus away from the way Steve's hair fell to the side and touched those stupidly pretty moles on his cheek, Eddie poked the tape again. "Dunno, maybe it should float or something? If we threaten to...um. Exorcise it?"

Steve, the brave soul he was, finally reached out and grabbed the tape. "I don't think I can survive the embarrassment of sprinkling holy water on a collection of short and poorly animated fairy tales," he smirked, showing Eddie the sticker on the tape - prince Charming on a horse, wooing whichever unlucky princess found herself in his way. "I'll just rewind it. Shame, it's so boring today I'd take a curse object over another..." he glanced towards the clock, "five hours in this land of boredom."

"Well, Stevie..." Eddie should have known this was a stupid idea. He should have been older, smarter. But he was also bored out of his mind, Wayne was working and everyone was busy with something or other and Eddie's job wouldn't start it one more week. "If you're so sure, why don't we watch it?"

Steve's smirk grew even more, but there was no malice in it. "You want to watch fairy tales with me?"

"Can it be worse than the endless stream of romantic comedies or worse, romantic tragedies that you've been watching throughout February and the flower and chocolate filled hellscape of a holiday?" he sniped back, batting his eyelashes at him. "I don't think so. Besides, Vecna is dead and with his flair for dramatics, I hardly think he'd choose Beauty and the Beast as his revival movie. And if it has some genuine demons. Well. Nothing your big bat can't handle."

They were still laughing and chatting about what kind of a malevolent spirit could be haunting an animated tape with princesses, dwarves and glass slippers.

They were still snickering when they pressed play on the remote and a sickeningly sweet theme song announced the first story.

Their amusement slightly faded when they started feeling dizzy and like something was pulling them into the screen.

And they absolutely didn't find it funny when they suddenly found themselves in a weird castle, all dark and menacing, and why the fuck was there a teapot scurrying around and a candle holder whispering to it?! Steve's hair was suddenly much puffier and wilder and Eddie really wanted to comment on that, except-

"Hey Eddie, why are you wearing a corset?"

Part 2

[thecommunityfridge]

Crafting an Inner Nursery

Characters involved are consenting adults 18+, including you. If you are not 18+, please do not read or interact.

Not intended for use as a hypnotic script.

CW: Diapers, AB/DL, Hypnosis, CG/L, Mom PoV, softdom

Hello there little one. I am Auntie Lamb Pin, and you have chosen, or have been chosen for some special time with me!

Today, the plan is to take you all the way to a special place. A place that hasn’t quite been built yet, and one that we’re going to build together with a bit of prompting. Your very own inner nursery! Settle in and we can start, okay?

Okay.

I’d like you to focus on your breathing and relax- yes, just like that. Let your body slooowly unwind, falling asleep and getting heavier and heavier.

You’re doing so well.

Just continue to breathe as the rest of the world melts away. There are noises and feelings and sounds, but you’re here with Auntie and they are so very, very far away. Small, insignificant little distractions. Little bubbles that rise up, just outside your vision. Take auntie’s hand, okay? And with your other one, pop them. One at a time.

Pop, pop, pop!

That’s a good baby. Each and every one of those worries and worldly things aren’t important right now. Wave goodbye to them, sweetie.

Bye-bye!

After all, we’re not going up, like the bubbles. No, we’re going down,

Down,

Down,

To somewhere very special.

Somewhere full of magic and creation, and somewhere you’re probably very familiar, even if you don’t remember ever being there.

So follow Auntie’s lead as we go deeper, and deeper, and deeper still.

Keep breathing. Taking a deep breath in,</p> <p>And a deep sigh out.

That’s a good baby.

We’re here, by the way! It’s a door, and it has your name on it, you see?

It’s a special place; your inner nursery.

Now, normally when we come to a door, we knock on it. It’s good manners! But this is the door to your nursery. But let’s knock anyways, okay? Don’t want to scare the plushies! Knock with Auntie.

Knock, knock, knock.

And open the door goes!

Even if you haven’t ever seen this place before, it feels familiar, no? It’s the nursery of your dreams, after all. You made it yourself, with your own two hands.

It’s okay if it’s hard to see right now. It must be so overwhelming taking in everything at once. Here, let’s focus on a few things for now. Auntie will point them out.

Let’s start with something simple- your changing table! Sturdy as they come, big enough for you to be comfy cozy on the top, and bigger underneath for all those diaper changes you need! All your favorite brands in easy reach, and baby powder in that scent that reminds you of what you are; a little baby in need of care.

Hop on. That’s right, up we go! Might as well get you changed, since we’re already here. Just have to fluff up your diaper, take your clothes off... don’t blush, Auntie’s here to make sure you feel comfortable. I’ve seen my fair share of diaper parts in my time, and you certainly won’t be the last. Just have to sliiide the diaper under you, big puff of powder- doesn’t it smell so sweet?- and one. Two. Three. Four tapes! That’s good, up we go! I’ll just fold up the clothes you came in here in and leave them at the entrance, okay?

Your diaper pail right next to it already has a few diapers in it too, if your name on the front wasn’t giving away whose it was. You made those, even if you don’t remember. That blush on your cheeks as your Mama or Daddy changed you was so adorable, by the way. There’s an album in here somewhere but we can leave that for another day.

Moving on, here’s your closet. While I know being in just a diaper is really really comfy sometimes, you and I both know fashion is paramount for littles like you. All the onesies and shirts you’d ever dreamed up or fantasized wearing, all the dresses and sailor outfits you’d given a passing blush to, and a few of the naughtier lingerie that you’ve thought would go perfectly with your diapers, all neatly sorted out and hung up. I think I spy a harness or two there, and a pacifier still stuck on that lanyard! May have to take it off to clean it later- that one’s your favorite, isn’t it? There are days that I wonder if it would be easier to turn it into a feeder gag so you wouldn’t have to stop sucking!

I kid, I kid. And yes, those are extra diapers on the back wall! You’re so very smart. I’ll be sure to put a gold sticker on your chart. And once those run out, more will take their place, and more, and more, and more...

Right, right! An outfit! Find one you’d love to wear to naptime and bring it to Auntie. She’ll get you all gussied up! Ooh, that’s a good choice. Stand still... Here we are! I have to say, you have great taste.

Now, hurry along sweetie. There’s still a bit more to see before we wrap things up!

Here’s the toy box! It’s a magical thing, always has what you want to play with, but I’m not looking for anything so it’s all an unsorted mess to me. I wonder what you’ll take out first once I let you settle in? Blocks? Legos? I’m sure I heard buzzing in there somewhere... Fortunately for you, it’s adult-proofed, and I daresay you’re not much of an adult, so you shouldn’t have much of an issue, even if you are a little naughty. Though do think of Auntie; she is partial to giving little ones like you a bit of buzzy time.

And while we’re in the mood, I want to remind you of how personal this place is to you. Take a look at the walls, the floors, and the ceiling. My eyes aren’t as good as yours at this part, so you’ll have to tell me what they are like. I’ve been to other nurseries before, and some like wallpapers of barnyards or the ocean, and others like stripes and pastels, and I’ve heard of one or two who are a bit more spooky.

And is that music I hear? I’m not quite sure. Whether it’s music you made yourself, renditions of music you love, or perhaps the most recent tunes you’ve listened to, I do like what you’ve chosen. I’m partial to music boxes myself!

But no matter what it looks, sounds, smells, or feels like, it’s yours. And I know its yours because you made it! Auntie’s just here to show it off to you because it’s not always the easiest thing in the world to find your way all the way to this place. I am proud to be able to show off even a tiny bit of it.

But alas, it’s time to wrap things up. Let’s get you to the comfiest place in your nursery- the crib. It’s a big thing, isn’t it? Big enough to hold you and your plushies, your pillows, your mobile that spins at just the right speed- and it has your name on the backboard! Right there! There’s no doubt that it’s yours and yours alone, though sharing is caring. So let’s pull down the railing and up you go!

Cozy? You can stay here as long as you need, but Auntie Lamb Pin is off to visit some other littles. She’s always busy, but if you need some help to dream up a little more of your nursery, she’s never too far away. So go get settled in, rest well, and I’ll see you around. When you’re ready, just put on the clothes you came in here in and just walk back out! But until then,

Enjoy your inner nursery. Made by you, for you, you little at heart.

This is a lot of fun, such a smart thing to have the creation be something inside their mind! Thank you for submitting!

[fluffansmut]

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Eddie Munson x Crybaby!fairy!Reader

Fairy’s first Christmas - December 20

Steve and Robin, the fairy-sitters.

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You were the grumpiest fairy that could be found in all of Indiana today.

Eddie had to go away.

It was only for a few hours, because Wayne needed his help.

You had tried to bargain with him.

“I can come with you, I promise that I wont be in the way.”

Eddie smiled sadly at your pouty face with the trembling bottom lip.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said, “even though I really want you to come, I’m afraid that you’ll get lost, and besides, it’s really boring.”

“but I don’t wanna be alone” You confessed.

“How about I see what I can do about that?”

The phone call between Steve and Eddie had been just about as strange as it gets when you ask your friend to baby-sit your magical creature.

But he had agree, and he had roped Robin into it too, as the two had to do the inventory at family video together that day, not that she was hard to convince.

He dropped you off into Robins palm outside family videos staff entrance, he instructed you to have a good day, before he pressed a kiss to your head and hopped back into the truck.

You curled up in the palm and brought your knees to your chest. Your wings slouching sadly over you.

“Oh honey,” Robin said, as she turned to enter the store. “STEVE”

The startled jump that Steve made at her sudden shout made you smile some, but it wasn’t enough to lift your spirits.

“What do you want Robin?” Steve asked as he turned to face the woman, who looked just as normal as usual to him.

“You really have to ask?” She said, eyebrow raised in question.

“Huh?” Steve asked not getting what she was hinting at, until she motioned clearly to the hand where you were sitting.

“Ohhh”

Steve lifted her hand until you were eye level with him.

“Now what has got you so down in the dumps?”

“Eddie left.” You mumbled, picking at the edge of your skirt, a habit you developed whilst anxious.

“You know that he will be back, right?” Steve reassured, whist glancing nervously towards Robin, unsure if what he was doing was helping at all.

“Yes.” You said almost inaudible, as if you didn’t dare to say it if it might not come true then.

“Good, cause he absolutely will.” Steve said. Then he smiled at you.

“How about we start of slow with a movie?” Robin suggested.

Steve got to work, shoving a cheesy Christmas film into the vhs slot on the TV that was mounted on the wall in the store.

Meanwhile Robin made you a makeshift cuddlenest out of her scarf and hat.

You still felt sadness as she carefully lowered you onto the scarf, but it got a bit better when you cuddled up.

You focused on the movie and the duo got back to double-checking the inventory.

Your eyelids became heavy about a third way into the movie and you closed them as you told yourself that it would be less time left until Eddie returned when you woke up.

Eddie wasn’t back yet when you woke up, but your usual high spirits were.

You had an itch for pranks and you knew exactly who to play then on.

Steve was sitting reading though the inventory list, with a puzzled look upon his face.

He had a pencil stuck behind his ear.

You shook the sleep out of your wings before you took off… focus set on the pencil.

“Do you get any of this shit?” Steve muttered to Robin who was busy stacking tapes as she swayed to the music which they had on.

Robin replied with her back still turned to Steve in the same moment as you snatched the pencil, you preached yourself up on the computer, waiting patiently for them to realise where you were.

“It must be that right there, or what do you think?” Steve said and Robin hummed in agreement as she hovered over the paper.

Then came the moment, the one you had been waiting for.

Steve grabbed at the space above his ear, again and again becoming more frantic as he couldn’t find it.

When he accepted the fact that the pencil wasn’t where he left it, he stood circling the floor like a dog, searching for it.

Now this sent you into a giggle fit, which caught their attention.

“You’ve been pranked” Robin said, laughing herself as she made her way over to you.

“The next time you want to play tricks on him, then tell me, we’ll team up”

You nodded frantically at her suggestion.

“Hey!” Steve said.

You and Robin both flashed him your most sheepish smiles.

This isn’t so bad after all. You thought.