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Oscar stood by the edge of the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, watching Darien’s taillights disappear around the corner. He had enough to worry about without adding Wyatt’s concerns to the pile, though he couldn’t help wondering where Brynn had ended up. They hadn’t found her, of course; but the city was a big place, it was naïve to think they’d bump into her so easily. Hopefully she was fine-.. making it alone or whatever it was that she was up to.

Sighing heavily, he realised he’d forgotten his keys. It’d probably be better to sit outside all night, to be honest; Courtney would be livid by now. As if summoning her by thought and before he could make his mind up, she came thundering down the staircase, yanking the door open furiously. He should’ve known she’d be waiting for him.

Courtney: Where the hell have you been?! [Courtney hesitated before continuing, but the words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them] Courtney: Are you high-.. drunk? Oscar: Seriously, Cookie? It’s only been five fucking years. [Oscar scowled, hurt by her accusation; though he supposed he couldn’t totally blame her] Oscar: Sorry, I know it’s late… Courtney: I’m well aware of the time, Oscar-.. but someone won’t sleep when you’re not here. Oscar: I’ll put her to bed and we’ll talk, okay? I’ll tell you everything. Courtney: You better-.. working my ass. … Oscar tried to wrangle his haphazard thoughts as he settled Wren, glad for a quiet moment to collect himself. He tentatively joined Courtney downstairs afterward, meeting her expectant gaze with a guilty smile; he should’ve left them to it, his family needed him more than they did. Still, she seemed to have calmed down, and the more he told her, the less angry she became-.. although, he’d tactfully avoided mentioning the state Wyatt had left Gael in. He hadn’t strangled him, after all; and as far as Oscar was concerned, that was a success in of itself. Perhaps a first, even…

Courtney: You shouldn’t have helped them; you could get in trouble! Oscar: [scoffs] I won’t-.. besides, you didn’t hear the desperation in his voice. [Courtney squinted suspiciously] Oscar: I’m serious, he genuinely seemed.. genuine. Courtney: And she feels the same? Oscar: By the sounds of it, yeah. [Courtney fell silent, remaining so for a long time…] Oscar: What’re you thinking? Courtney: I don’t know.. maybe we should help look for her? Oscar: Where? Who knows where she is by now-.. I’m sure she’s fine, I think we’ve got enough on our plate. Courtney: I know, but-.. I’m not sure I would’ve made it without her, y’know? [Oscar winced, his heart twisting painfully as he remembered their shared, buried memories] Oscar: We’ll keep a casual eye out-.. maybe I can do some work in the city now n’ then, ask around. [Courtney nodded in agreement, stifling a yawn] Oscar: You two should get some rest-.. I’ll be up soon.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

I know you already said you'd do it... BUT maybe could I request a standalone fic (not a kinktober one) of a Franky x Reader x Robin fic with daddy/mommy kink, sub!virgin!AFAB!reader

idk if you ship frobin though but if you want to feel free to add that in!

YEAH BABY THIS HAS BEEN FLOATING IN MY MIND EVER SINCE I SAW THAT POST!!! I need more Franky Fuckers in my life. I have zero ships in One Piece EXCEPT FROBIN! They are clearly so in love I can't stand it. Here's the fic, I love it.

Sex Education

Pairing: Robin x afab!reader x Franky

TW: threesome, cyborg banging, misuse of devil fruit powers, girl on girl, two girls one guy, fingering, riding, face sitting. porn!

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“That color is ugly.” Nami comments at the shade of light green you had chosen to paint you toenails. 

“Is it really that bad?” You lean back and admire your half painted foot. It shimmered in the sunlight on the deck of the ship. 

“Looks like barf.” Nami didn’t look up from her work, carefully painting her own nails a dark shade of pink. 

“Well now that you’ve said that, I can’t unthink it. Do you have the polish remover?” You ask.

“I think Robin has it in her room, you can go grab it, puke-toes.” Nami laughed. 

You roll your eyes and stand up. You begin to head towards the inside of the ship in search of the nail polish remover. You reach Robin’s bedroom door and grab the handle and open the door. You three girls were best friends at this point, knocking was a moot point. 

“Hey, Nami said my toes were ugly so can I just grab the-“ 

Your eyes immediately meet Robin’s as she gasps. Fully nude, she is seated on Franky’s lap who was also shed of his swim briefs. His huge hands cradled her pale, plump ass. A slight sheen of sweat covered her forehead as her arms wrapped around his massive neck. 

“Y/n!” Robin yelps out at you. 

“OH my god?! I’m so sorry!” You stutter out and slam the door shut behind you and run back up through the ship. Your mind was racing. Franky and Robin? A thing? I mean… it makes sense the more you think about it… but seeing it first hand was still a bit jarring. Were other people here having sex? Were you the only one who had never done it before? Is this something you were missing out on?

You burst through the door to the deck where Nami was fanning her drying nails. 

“Woah where’s the fire, y/n?” Nami asked you, noticing your panicked expression. 

“Nami I- I went to get the nail polish remover- and I? I don’t know! The door wasn’t locked! I just went in! And she- and they- they were…!” You were out of breath and couldn’t get out a coherent thought. 

“Oh, walked in on Franky and Robin? Yeah they’re like rabbits lately. Good for them, honestly.” Nami went back to fanning her nails. 

“Wait… you knew?” You couldn’t believe it. 

“Duh? Are you that oblivious? Why do you think they’re always mysteriously absent after dinner? Jeez you need to get laid.” Nami rolled her eyes. 

“Wait… are YOU fucking someone!? Is everyone here having sex but me?!” Your eyes bugged out of your head. Were you the only (human) virgin left on this ship? Sure you had urges, but you always just took care of it yourself in the quiet of your own room late at night. 

“Not since that last island, no. Nobody on the crew, obviously, pickings are way too slim. I made out with Sanji once when I was wasted but he was such a bad kisser I told him to get fucked. It was all wet and gross.”

“Really he was that bad—? Wait come on, you’re getting laid too? Is everyone else?!” You returned to the point of your questioning. 

“I mean yeah, y/n, we all have needs. Except for Zoro… I think there’s something seriously wrong with his brain. Sex is great, especially with someone who knows what they’re doing.” Nami gave you the truth. Maybe it was time for you to finally explore your sexuality…

You both turned your heads as a door swung open. A red-faced Robin smiled meekly at the two of you as she walked towards you and sat down at your side. 

“You need to start using those hands to lock doors, girlfriend.” Nami chuckled and rose to her feet. She winked at the both of you and headed into the kitchen. 

“Hi y/n… So… I’m sorry about that. I should have been more careful. It was a private moment and I apologize for you having to see it.” She genuinely searches your eyes for forgiveness. 

“it.. it’s okay. I just didn’t know you guys were together like that…” You blush and look down at your feet. Robin smiled. 

“He’s sweet. I know we might not look like we’d work out, but I find him quite charming actually!” Robin’s eyes sparkled. “And the sex is phenomenal.”

“Oh.. I… um… I wouldn’t know…” You felt your cheeks continue to heat up. 

“Are you a virgin, y/n?”

“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, talking mostly to yourself. You continue. “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose… I’m plenty old enough and I’ve thought about it loads… I just… haven’t had the right opportunity…” 

“Well… If you really wanted to change that… I’m sure we could help you.” Robin takes your hand in hers. You look up into her eyes, they were kind and warm. 

“What?” You were confused as to what kind of help she was offering you. 

“If you wanted to experience sex with people you trust for your first time, I have no doubt Franky would jump at the opportunity. I would be there too, of course, to guide you. We’re very… open… to new experiences… if you’re understanding what I’m saying.” 

“Oh…” Your eyes widen. It might be a good idea to finally get that awkward first time out the way, especially with someone you trust and know well. “I mean… yes? Sure. I guess I’m saying yes.”  

“Perfect.” Robin squeezes your hand. “How about tonight? After dinner? My room?”

You nod. You can’t believe you’re casually agreeing to lose your virginity to two of your closest friends. 

— —

That night, after dinner, you excused yourself from the table a little early so you could freshen yourself up. You took a quick shower, shaving your legs and trimming your bush, washing your hair with the most expensive shampoo you could find in the Sunny’s shared bathroom. After the shower you dried your hair and slathered your body in lotion. You felt like you were getting dolled up for a date, not a dick appointment. 

You perused your closet for something to wear. You wanted to look comfy and casual, but still sexy… wait why were you overthinking this? You had known Robin and Franky for years, who were you trying to impress? You shook yourself out of your racing thoughts and settled on a black pair of knee length spandex bike shorts and a black cropped tee. You finished your hair and applied a bit of makeup before spritzing yourself with perfume. You looked at yourself in the mirror. 

“Ok y/n. You can do this. It’s your totally normal friends who are a robot and someone with devil fruit powers who are going to take your virginity. This is fine and normal. Your life is normal.” After a few minutes of hyping yourself up, you make your way to Robin’s room. You take a deep breath and knock on the door a few times, remembering to knock this time after your intrusion earlier. 

Robin quickly opens the door with a bright smile.

“Y/n! Come in! Are you thirsty? I have some wine.” She grabs your hand and pulls you into her room. Franky was relaxing in a large armchair against the wall facing the bed. 

“Hey pretty thing! So good to see ya!” He beamed at you with a cola in his hand. 

“Hi Frank, sorry about earlier…” You meekly apologize and stared at the floor. 

“Hey no problem! Sorry ya had to walk in on me and the lady like that without warning.” Franky pushed his sunglasses up on his head and took a sip of his beverage. 

“Here, y/n.” Robin shoved a large glass of white wine into your hand. She clinked her own glass with yours and winked. “Come sit.” 

Robin retreated to her bed and patted a spot next to her for you to sit down. You took a big gulp of your drink and sat next to her on the fluffy purple comforter. 

“So I was just telling Franky that you’re a virgin.” Robin states casually as she sips her wine. You choke on yours. 

*cough* “Oh um.. yeah…” *cough*  “I’ve never done anything really…” You sheepishly say as you catch your breath. 

“Wow, someone as gorgeous as you? I’d had never guessed. Well don’t you worry sweet thing, we’ll take care of you real nice, right mama?” The cyborg smirks and leans back in his chair. 

“Of course daddy, we’re going to make sure she feels so good.” Robin uses her free hand to start stroking your upper arm. 

“Oh, so we’re like- doing this? Now? Okay uh-“ You stutter out. 

“Well, whenever you’re ready, sweet girl. You’re just so pretty I can’t help myself.” Robin scoots herself closer to you on the bed and starts playing with the hem of your crop top. “Can I take your clothes off? I can take mine off too, if that’ll help you feel more comfortable.” Robin purrs into your ear. 

“O-okay…” 

Robin pulls your shirt over your head, breasts falling and bouncing against your chest. She then slips off your shorts, making you fully nude in front of them. 

“Wow sweet cheeks, no bra or panties? And pierced nipples? Such a little minx.” Franky remarks at your lack of undergarments. You blush at the comment about your piercings.

Robin stood up and pulled her dress over her head. 

“Isn’t she cute?” Robin smiles at you and back at Franky as she slips her panties down her legs and unhooks her bra. Her incredible rack was staring you straight in the face and you unconsciously rubbed your legs together in excitement. Her body was so gorgeous and toned, you wanted to feel it on top of you. 

With both of you completely naked, Robin sits next to you again on the bed. “May I kiss you, y/n?” Robin asks, bringing her hand to your chin. 

“Yes…” You whisper, meeting her gaze. You close your eyes as she leans into you. Her kiss is soft, her lips are buttery and smooth. After a brief moment of pressing her lips to yours, she begins rolling her tongue along your lower lip, silently asking for you to open your mouth. You oblige and she slips her tongue into your mouth to explore it eagerly. You bring your hand up to cup the side of her neck. 

“Mmph!” You huff out in surprise as she slid one of her hands up to your breast and experimentally toyed with your nipple. You continue to make out as her hands play and squeeze at your breasts. Robin pulls back from your lips, continuing her ministrations on your tits, rolling the silver barbells in her fingers.   

“You’re so sensitive, little one, can’t wait to see what else turns you on.” Robin giggles. 

“Spread her legs, mama, wanna see that cute little pussy.” Franky prompts her from his chair. 

Quickly, Robin is behind you, your back pressed against her ample chest. She gentlly takes your calves and hooks them over her spread legs so you were fully exposed for your robot lover. She begins open mouth kissing on your neck from behind and you sigh at the feeling. 

“Can I touch you, y/n? Is this okay so far?” Robin whispers into your ear. 

“Yes… I want you to touch me…” You whimper out, body aching for more contact. 

“But no one has ever touched you here… right? Maybe just yourself?” She slid one of her hands down to cup your mound. Her voice became more sinister. Your face and ears were bright red, feeling embarrassed but your sexual desires were too strong so you pushed the feeling aside. 

“Just me, Robin… no one else…” 

“hmm… So you know what you like? How about this? Do you play with your little clit like this?” Robin coos at you as she begins to apply pressure to your throbbing bud and rub it in circles, your pussy was leaking at this point. 

“Hnnnnn, yes! Yes I like this!” You whine out. 

Robin continues slowly rubbing your clit and kissing your neck. She uses her free hand to pinch your nipples. Wait, was that a third hand? You looked down and you had one hand touching your sex and two on your breasts. You had never thought about it before but her devil fruit powers were certainly useful in this situation. 

“You two look so super like this…” Franky lowly slurs out as he takes another sip of his drink from across the room. “You know she won’t be able to take me if you don’t stretch her first mama…” He adds. 

“I’m getting to it… let me enjoy her first. You’re so impatient my love. Don’t forget who’s in charge here. I want to make it special.” Robin teasingly scolds her boyfriend as she doesn’t falter in her movements against your clit. 

“Mmmm- more please! Wan’ more!” You wanted to feel something inside of you, having been worked up by Robin’s hands. 

“Aww what a sweet baby. I can give you more.” Another hand appeared and one slender digit slid into your aching hole. 

“Robin!” You gasp out and lean your head back on her shoulder. She slowly dipped her finger in and out of your cunt as you moaned in pleasure. She added another finger and you yelped. 

“Have you made yourself cum like this, y/n?” 

“Yes- nnghh! But you’re! You’re so much better! Ah!” You breath out as she pulls and taps on your sweet spot with her soft fingers. 

“You’re too kind, baby.” Robin smiles down at you on her shoulder. “Daddy is pretty big, sweet girl, so I’m going to have to add another finger, okay?” She has another hand stroking your hair. 

“O-okay… Fuck!” Robin adds a third finger into your weeping cunt and bullies them all into your spot. You felt a familiar yet stronger feeling build up in your lower half. You were sighing and moaning as you look towards Franky in the armchair. He had shed his minimal clothing and there was a hand sprouting from the chair and stroking his large cock. You had no idea how that was going to fit inside you, although your mouth watered at the sight of it. It was cut, thick, and gorgeous. Your orgasm was so close. 

“I think- I think I’m gonna cum, Robin! I wanna cum!” 

“Go ahead and cum, sweetheart, want you to feel so good….” She continues her work on your pussy as you slam your eyes shut in pleasure. You feel your orgasm rip through your body and spill out onto Robin’s hands. You moan out loudly. She slowly pulls out her hand and rubs your cunt comfortingly. 

“That was so good, little one! You’re so wet and open, I think you’re ready to take daddy now.” There was a glint of mischief in her voice as she stroked the sides of your arms and kissed your cheek. 

“You… you think?” You were hazing coming down from the powerful orgasm that Robin had just given you. 

“Mhmm.” Robin kissed you on the forehead. “Come here daddy, lay down.” She nodded towards her cyborg lover. 

“Showtime, ladies!” Franky laid down on the bed, as you were sure he had done hundreds of times. “Hop on up, little one!” He beckons you with a large hand. You collect yourself and straddle his huge hips. 

“I.. I don’t… I don’t really know what to do, should I-?” You sputter out, your eyes darting from Robin’s and Franky’s. 

“Let me help, sweetheart… You ready?” Robin leans forward and grabs Franky’s thick cock and lines it up with your soaking hole. You nod.

Another hand grabs your hip and begins to lower you down onto Franky’s dick. 

“Ahh! It’s too much!” You felt the sting of his fat member stretching you out as it entered your virgin cunt. 

“It’s okay! It’s okay just take it slow, okay?” Robin was kissing your upper arm as she guided you down further onto the man below you. “I’m right here…” 

You mewled and whined as you slowly took Franky inch by inch. Eventually you felt your muscles relax as your body was flush to his. He was fully seated inside you. 

“You did it! You did it, y/n! Mommy and daddy are so proud of you! Look how pretty you are with a cock inside you!” Robin gleefully released your hip to tilt your head down to look at where Franky’s dick was balls deep in your little hole. 

“Ohhhh pretty girl, you’re so TIGHT!” Franky exclaimed as he grabbed your hips with both hands. “Never felt anything like this!” He praised you as he rubbed loving circles into your pelvis. 

“I.. I did it…” You were breathless, never having felt so full in your life. 

“Can I fuck her now, mama? Please?” Franky looked up at Robin, pleading to be able to wreck you. 

“Yes, daddy, but don’t scare her off now. Be gentle.” Robin captured your lips in a soft kiss to distract you from her boyfriend planting his feet and beginning to thrust upwards into your tight hole. 

“OH- Robin! Ah!” You moaned against her lips as your lover began to rut into you from below. It was so big and rubbing against your sweet spot so deliciously. 

“I know sweetie, I know. You’re doing so good, taking daddy’s cock so well!” Robin cooed as she pulled back from your lips. 

“Come on mama, take your seat. I want both!” Franky panted out as he thrust into your pussy. 

Robin giggled as she moved to hover over Franky’s face and sat down on his waiting tongue. Robin sighed as she felt his tongue move against her wet folds. She leaned forward into you and wrapped her arms around your neck as you continued getting speared by Franky’s cock. 

“Isn’t this mmhmmm- nice, y/n?” She mewled out as Franky sucked on her clit. 

“AH YES!” You shrieked out, feeling your belly begin to tighten again. You felt a hand rubbing your sensitive, engorged clit. You felt two more hands pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples. You felt two more hands squeezing your ass cheeks in addition to the large metal ones clutching your hips desperately. There was so much stimulation from every direction you could barely take it. Robin captured your lips in a messy kiss. 

“Come on girls, I can’t take much more of this!” Franky shouted from underneath you both, he was clearly affected by your tight wetness. 

“I want to kiss her for a little, be patient, daddy.” Robin pulled away briefly to scold him playfully. She dives back in to your swollen, wet lips. You grab the back of her head with both hands, the pleasure driving your boldness. The lewd wet slurping of Franky on Robin’s pussy was causing you to clench on the dick inside of you. Robin was keening and moaning into your mouth and you had never seen anything so hot. 

“Fuck daddy, I’m going to cum. Want to cum with me, little one?” Robin looks you in the eye and continues her work on your sensitive bits. 

“YES! Fuck I’m right there, please daddy!” You shriek out.

“Soak me, cum on me, ‘wanna feel it!” Franky pushes into you as far as he can go and your body spasms and creams all on his robot cock. You scream out in pleasure. Robin moans his name as she, too, finishes all over him. His blue hair was soaked in Robin’s gushy release. Robin kisses you deeply as you both finish your orgasms. 

“Let me fill her, please mama, wanna stuff her so bad!” Franky begged his partner from underneath you. 

“Of course daddy, anything you want.” Robin moved off his face and pinched his nipples to encourage his finish. 

“FUUUUCK-“ Franky groaned loudly as he spilled himself deep inside your no-longer-virgin pussy. You fell forward, burying Franky’s face in your sweaty breasts. You were so dick drunk you couldn’t move. 

“Come on little one, let’s get you tucked into bed.” Robin lifted you off Franky’s cock with her strong arms and laid you down under the covers. 

“Th-thank you guys…” You whisper out. 

“Hey, after that? I’ll let you join me and the lady ANY time!” Franky proceed to tuck both you and Robin into her comforter and head out to finish his repairs for the evening. 

“Robin that was… so incredible…” You stroked her jaw as you laid in bed facing each other. 

“Well sweetie, if you want to part of our little arrangement, I think we could make it happen…” Robin giggled at you as she raked her fingers through your hair. 

“Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow…” And you drifted off to sleep. 

[luveline]

hi!!! i really love your writing, i was thinking maybe i could request something for the steve zombie! au? maybe the reader and steve get separated (maybe the reader and eddie go outside of camp and don’t come back for a couple of days, so steve thinks something went wrong and maybe someone got to them) but after days they reunite and it all protective steve fluff? idk if you don’t like it it’s fine just ignore me hehe 🫶🏼

sorry this wasn't very angsty but there is fluff! ty for requesting ♡ steve zombie au. fem!reader, 1.4k

You and Eddie lie with an amicable space between you, though you've agreed to share a huge sleeping bag to conserve a modicum of heat. His hair touches your shoulder whenever he moves. 

"Why are you looking at me?" you ask. 

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly. 

"No. I… yeah, I'm okay." 

Eddie never tries anything, doesn't touch you beyond friendly pats on the shoulder or knuckle touches after a job well done. He's never given you any reason to worry, but Steve said he's a guy. He didn't think Eddie was gonna hurt you, but there was a possibility he'd flirt. All I'm saying is that it didn't take long for me to fall in love with you, Steve'd said, his hands in your waistband, tucking in your shirt. 

You laughed. Steve, you didn't like me. 

Well, not out loud. And I was dumb enough to miss how lucky I was for a while. Eddie's not that stupid. He's not gonna try nothing, but… You know, don't fall in love with him. Please.

You'd wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders and had him take your weight, impressed and in love at the subtle strength he used to keep you both standing. Don't worry. I won't. I never would. 

Not with Steve in this world. Even then, if Steve somehow met his demise, you're pretty sure you'd be done with love. 

"Worrying about loverboy?" Eddie asks. 

You're definitely worrying about loverboy. "I told him I'd be back in the morning. It's been a whole extra day. He gets– gets so worried. Honestly, it won't surprise me if he turns up looking for us."

"You've been apart?" 

"Two or three times." You wince, thinking about Steve the last time you'd been separated. How he'd put his hands under your arms and hugged you, even though you couldn't open your eyes. The time before, how he'd cried into your stomach, hands grasping blindly at your back. "I think he worries about me 'cos I'm kind of useless." 

"That's not true. Robin told me all about your psycho takeover." 

"She did?" you ask, covering your face with your hand.

"I wanted to know why she calls you killer." 

"That's pretty much the only time I've defended myself. He always does the hard work."

"If you're really that useless, why'd you come?" He turns on his side away from you. "You're fine. You've learned to fight just like the rest of us. Steve knows you can take care of yourself. He's probably sleeping like a baby waiting for you to bring him back his new jacket." 

You dig for the necklace Steve gave you so long ago under your shirt. You'd thought you lost it, having taken it off before bed the night you escaped the College, but he had it. He gave it back. The little diamond is hard between your fingers. You press it to your lips, wondering if he's really as okay as Eddie claims.

—

Steve lies on his back in the clearing, wishing he was dead. The anxiety is genuinely so bad he's agonised and prone. 

Robin laughed at him for worrying when you didn't show up in the morning as you planned to, but by nightfall she was equally worried. A day later, she sits cross legged by his head, her hand on his arm. She's feigning reading, her bottom lip nibbled raw. 

"You want some chapstick?" he asks. 

"Nah. Stings." 

He sits up feeling like someone's kicked him all over. "The brain is a stupid organ. I'm worried about Y/N, so sure, I get to feel like a jet engine fell on me."

"She's fine." He and Robin have been playing a game where one of them mentions you and the other immediately reassures that you're alive. He quite likes it. It makes it easier to breathe. "You need to chill out, that's all. Eddie had that fucking shotgun. They're not in any danger." 

"What if she fell and broke her leg or something? He's carrying her across the country like a backpack. That should be me." 

"What if he fell and broke his leg? You wanna go give Eddie a lift?" Robin asks, grinning. 

Steve thinks the worst part is that he misses you. He's so worried about you he could throw up (he almost did at breakfast, every mouthful cement thick), but he just hates turning to talk to you and finding empty space. He misses the way you smile, your tentative hand holding, even the way you look at him. He remembers the first time he realised you liked him, how your gaze had slowly gone from annoyed to admiring, how your eyes would catch on his arms or the corner of his mouth. 

He remembers wiping sleep from your eyes, how hot your cheek felt under hand, and the pit it opened in his stomach. It's a strange thing to notice someone's fallen in love with you by themselves. He had catching up to do. It's probably why he feels like he's on death's door whenever you're not around.

"I don't wanna give Munson anything. S'already stealing my girl, smarmy bastard. They ran away to be together."

Robin gasps. He thinks, Well, I was kidding, then, Holy shit they've actually run away together.

"Stevie!" your voice echoes. "Hey! I've been looking all over for you, why are you guys out here?" 

Steve's neck clicks like a Jacob ladder as his head whips up. The fear and anxiety drains from his body, a rapid exsanguination. You look tired but blissfully alive as you jog across the grass clearing, your backpack weighed down and your empty canteens rattling against your thigh. 

Steve trips over grass whorls to get to you. Your little laugh before he grabs you drives him crazy. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" he asks. 

"Got lost. Sorry. Love you," you say, rubbing your cheek against his, your hands bunching up his shirt. You smell like dirt, grass, and tent plastic. It's frankly the best smell in the whole world. He sniffs at you greedily.

"I thought you died," he says. 

"Yeah, I did. Eddie gave me sloppy CPR–" You screech as Steve sweeps your leg from under you and giggle as he holds you up, begging for forgiveness as he threatens to drop you. "Sorry, it was just so easy! You set it up for me!" 

You laugh as he drags a kiss along your jaw, his stubble scramming your softer skin. 

"I love you," he says, "even if you're seeing other boys."

"Never." You close your eyes and wait for a kiss. Steve's more happy that you expect one than he is to give one, which is saying a lot —he wants to kiss you bad enough to feel the phantom of it before he's closed the gap between you. 

He gives you way too many kisses. 

You push your head down into the crook of his neck and hold him tight. "Sorry I didn't come back when I said I would. Didn't scare you too much, did I? 

He was scared shitless. "No, it's alright. It's okay."

He takes your face into his hands and checks you're all in one piece. Same smile. Same dazzled squint when he kisses you. 

You leave his arms too soon for his liking. Robin waits patiently for her own hug, less so when you shed your backpack. She hugs you as it falls to the floor. 

"Miss me?" you ask into her hair. 

"Thought I'd be stuck with mopey Steve forever." Her insult doesn't land, her voice heavy with relief. "You know coming back in the morning doesn't mean any morning, right? Just checking." 

"Sorry, Robin. I missed you." 

"Eddie bad company?" 

"He's nice, he's just not you guys." 

Steve puts a hand on your back, fingers hooked in your belt loop. "Where is he?"

"Playing Peter Pan in the mess tent. I got you guys the best winter jackets ever. Though me and you are sort of matching, Steve." You look at him over your shoulder sheepishly. "Sorry." 

"The horror," he murmurs. 

[robinsno1lesbian]

Hehehe i thought of a way older!nancy would fit into the neighbor!robin AU and im thinking like nancy is friends with both readers parents and Robin, I’m thinking like readers mom is also a journalist and works with nancy and well Robin obviously knows nancy.

But like she starts coming around to readers house more and accidentally walks in on Robin and reader🫣🫣 and Robin is like freaking out because her best friend just walked in on her and her neighbors daughter, but instead Nancy points out something Robin is doing wrong, like reader is possibly bound/being choked and Nancy points out some safety issues and well…the rest is history 🫣

neighbor!robin x nancy wheeler x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1079

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!!) , makeshift handcuffs, implied threesome, fingering, strap-ons, idk if that's a tw really but reader and robin get caught

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: literally screaming right now vix OH MY GOD- idk if this is still considered a drabble but enjoy <33 (also smut right below the cut so beware of that)

robin loves to make you scream.

and with how she’s pounding into you right now, you’ve got every reason to.

your arms are tied to your headboard, right above your head. you can’t move and you can hardly see, tears streaming down the side of your face. trails of mascara run down your cheeks, all because of how good it feels to be fucked mindless by robin buckley.

her belt has been wrapped around your arms multiple times, before she has tied it to your bed. you can hardly move like that, with no other choice left but to take all she’s giving you.

and god, she’s giving you plenty.

“oh my god robin, fuck”

her skilled fingers flick your clit before they return to your entrance, meeting no resistance at all as she dips them into you. your head falls back and your back arches when two of her fingers penetrate you. her digits are slim and long -much longer than yours- reaching depths you could never reach on your own.

you’re quite literally squirming beneath her, your body moving against her hand while she’s fucking you into literal oblivion.

you have lost all track of time, that’s how good she is making you feel. it must have been hours since she first entered your room and the aftershocks of your previous orgasms are still rippling through you.

and now your third one of the afternoon is about to flood your veins. the hot coil is already tightening in your lower abdomen, the sensation so good your eyes roll back in your head.

“f-fuck robin i’m almost- i-��� you cry. “you’re- you’re gonna make me cum again robin-“

but before she can push you over the edge by just one more thrust of her fingers, the door to your room flies open and you’re completely taken aback.

you're on the edge of cumming and yet your brain is no longer foggy with the build-up of your orgasm. you are thinking crystal clear now, fully capable of understanding that you and robin have been caught.

robin notices right after you do. she immediately jumps back and throws a blanket over your exposed lower body, leaving your breasts on full display to whoever has walked in on you.

“holy shit i- i’m so sorry”

the voice causes your head to spin; it is one you recognize. a voice you know all too well.

the person standing in your doorway is nancy wheeler.

of course, it is nancy: the two of you were supposed to meet up today. realization dawns on you, it truly must have been several hours of this.

and now you're spread out on your bed, hands still tied above your head, without a chance to cover yourself or robin. truth be told, there is no way to excuse what you've been doing.

"nancy oh my god" robin jumps up to stand in front of the bed, trying to get in the way of nancy's gaze. "this isn't- i can explain"

the sound of robin's voice is so unfamiliar. you've never seen her this freaked out, this scared. "look we- i mean i-" her voice is trembling now and even though you can't see her face from where you're laying, you know fear must be written all over it. never has she ever been this way around you.

"jesus buckley" you could be mistaken but is that amusement in nancy wheeler's voice? "don't worry about it" nancy's heels click against the floor when she steps closer. something in robin's posture changes too, like tension is released from her body. "i-" "shh" nancy hushes and cuts her off. she's standing right in front of robin now, staring up at here calmly. "i wanna show you something" her gaze meets yours for a second. "is that okay?" your throat has gone dry and it takes all your strength to speak up. "y-yeah" immediately, she looks back up at robin. "see the way you've tied her to the bed?" something about her words, about her being here and not minding one bit, does things to you that you can't seem to wrap your head around. you want robin, you know that now. but nancy? you didn't think your little sexuality crisis could get any worse than this. and yet...the way she's looking up at robin and her eyes keep glaring over at you...it makes you want her in ways you've only ever wanted robin before.

the question seems to catch robin off guard, as if she had expected something entirely different.

"uhm-yeah" she nods after giving your makeshift handcuffs a quick glance. "fun but...you can do better than that robin"

"what?" "listen" she crosses her arms. "i can walk out of that door and pretend this never happened. i can forget about this if that's what you want. pretend like i don't see the way you've looked at each other before..." nancy taps her index finger against her chin as if in thought.

"or you allow me to help" you don't even bother to stop yourself from nodding, causing both robin and nancy to look at you. "you want this?" robin questions. she grins sheepishly and you know she has already made up her mind. "y-yeah"

nancy steps next to robin and leans forward, her arms resting both of her palms on your footboard. "what is it that you want?" you watch when robin crosses her arms, tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. she wants a show and you're willing to give her that.

"ruin me"

that is how you end up on your front, with your head pressed against the many pillows on your bed. both of your hands have been tied behind your back by nancy who is now kneeling right behind robin. robin, who is currently pounding into you at a brutal pace, both hands on your hips. you can't see either of them, but you can hear their voices. "see? that's much better isn't it?" nancy mumbles. "she's taking it so well too, god-"

"isn't she?" robin leans forward, causing the strap to sink even deeper into you. her front is pressing down on you, her lips the closest to your ear they could be. "such a good girl" "please" you babble. "please please please" all while you're throwing your hips back against her over and over again, fucking yourself on the strap. "i think she wants us" nancy chuckles. "and i think we should give her what she's begging for, don't you robin?"

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Wiggly Worm Wednesday 🧠🪱

Used most of my brain power this week on Promises. I feel like hurt/no comforts are always a bit harder to write. But this is what I'll be thinking about now that I'm done!

1. Somehow my Desperate Fool series has made a comeback, so now everyone's lovely comments lit a fire under my ass to go back to that. I'm seriously enjoying the Eddie & Nancy comfort scene I'm cooking rn. About 90% of my energy is here atm and hopefully I'll post an update in the next week or so.

2. The Babysitter Chronicles is officially on hold 😭 I finally found my original outline (accidentally saved it to a wrong folder) and what I've got for Lucas in the outline is way better than what I've written. I also want to take what I have written for his chapter and move most of it to Max's and El's chapters... so it's a bit of a construction zone right now.

3. I'm struggling a bit with my Steddie Moulin Rouge AU playlist... finding The Duke's (Billy's) songs is harder than I thought it'd be. Eddie's aren't easy either... turns out I'm pretty picky about metal love songs.

4. FINALLY THE CRACK!! An idea that I'm loving but will never write. It's basically just Over The Garden Wall, but make it Steve and Dustin. Of course Robin is Beatrice. But I'd focus mostly on The Ringing of the Bell episode, where Eddie is Lorna (kind of a Kas!Eddie situation) while Wayne is Auntie Silence. I kind of want Auntie Silence to be Vecna-ish at the beginning, told unreliable-narrator style via Steve so he seems scarier than he actually is. So by the end Steve sees him as Wayne, just a nice guy who loves Eddie. Change out the bell for a guitar somehow... idk it's cute lol but it's essentially exactly the same as the episode which is why I'm not planning on writing it.

OH I also forgot I'm tossing around a Magnus Archives fic with Jon and Martin, except I haven't even finished the series yet so I haven't made up my mind if I'll do it or not. If anyone knows good Jon/Martin fics PRE SEASON 3 please lmk I'm desperate but don't want spoilers. Already accidentally saw fanart of Jon covered in eyes and wanted to cry about it.

Wow it feels nice to vent! I've got quite a bit going on personally so this was great 💜

Thanks @devondespresso and @carolperkinsexgirlfriend for tagging me so I could word vomit ideas all over the place. Side note -> love both of your Robin Hood AUs!

Tags for my new mutuals and people I love to see on my dash (As always, no pressure!)

@wynnyfryd @lingeringmirth @harringtonwinchester @runninriot

[lavenoon]

PLEASE tell us more about the Accidentally Undercover AU I am OBSESSING over it now I must know more, I am in love with it 🙏

Oh dear I really just posted it and ditched you guys huh gdhs

Hi I'm back from my evening event and will ramble some more! I've been shooting ideas at @lulu-libellule who also made it all even more fun than it was initially, hehehe

So there's not much of the fnaf plot gonna happen - like virus and Afton n shit, I'm not going there, it's really just for fun

But! There is of course some sort of timeline, and there's three stages/ arcs basically. First pre-reveal, then the messy bit where they all figure it out (though not at the same time), and then post-reveal

Pre-reveal is mostly just what I described in the intro post, they're all stupid and I have a bunch of interactions I wanna draw for it. They're so, so incredibly oblivious it's so much fun. Picture this:

Moon recounts the night at work, the moment of victory when he managed to trip Robin up, giving him a headstart and resulting in a mild inconvenience (think something bruised, at worst sprained) for them. Sun simply nods along, agreeing on principle but honestly, he's just already thinking of how Y/N seems to have had a really bad day at work, limping in while cursing under their breath, so he's really thinking of doing something nice for them before leaving for his own shift (: No dot connecting happening

Or Sun's kind of accidental crafting hobby (he's an expert, he's not half-assing his cover story) carrying consequences for Moon, too Robin: Taking the "eyes on the back of your head" a bit too literally, no? Dusk: What are you talking about? Robin: There's. There's a googly eye stuck there. With glitter I think Dusk, internally: SUN I SWEAR TO GOD

The reveal itself is pretty much the only part I've planned to include angst - self doubt, frustration, and somewhat betrayal too for all of them. Messy, and not too thought out yet, but it'll be a whole thing!

Post-reveal on the other hand. That's gonna be stupid fun again, because now all three idiots are in on it and cover for each other. Their organization would shame them forever if not outright fire them for being so damn stupid if they learned their cohabitation was an accident, so they simply don't mention it to anyone.

Leads to fun moments when the presumed rivals start defending each other -

someone: Dawn dropped out of today's mission, said something personal came up Y/N, who begged him to stay home to wait for the plumber to fix some pipes bc they have a meeting with someone high up they can't cancel: he mentioned a funeral someone: oh, huh. my condolences later: Sun: Y/N. what funeral would we go to Y/N: IDK I PANICKED

Someone happens to ask Dusk what funeral they went to, he deadpan replies "our grandmother's", no one asks again

Also Moon will never let Y/N live it down once he realizes they lied about pretty much all their scars to make them sound cooler than they actually are, because for some reason being a literal secret agent isn't cool enough for Y/N. They almost regret making up all those dramatic stories. Almost.

Gonna stop here for now so I still have stuff to talk about when my brain isn't quite as mushy, but super super giddy that people like my silly little au idea!! I just love identity shenanigans with a focus on differing dynamics so so much, so I had to make that a reality, glad to have people with me on the ride <3

[walkinginland]

one line, any fic

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people my brain is pudding and idk who hasn’t done this yet SO if you want to share some lines go for it! consider yourself tagged.

i have so many random snippets of wips, i threw in two of those that I hope to work on some this year :)

thank you for the tag @flyinghome-againstthewind!!!! ���

Sunlight (the song of achilles)

“Good morning.” He cocked his head to the side, peering up at Patroclus. “What had you so deep in thought so early?”

Patroclus tried to cover over his private dark musings, tried to distract Achilles by laying kisses across his high cheekbone, rubbing his nose gently down Achilles’ as he kissed his way to the line of his jaw.

“I’ve no idea what you’re speaking of,” he murmured to the skin under his ear. He felt Achilles grip his hair again, pulling him back up to meet his eyes.

does heaven have enough angels yet (outlander)

She really is only stopping here for a while before she goes somewhere else. She can hear her name being called, she knows it’s time for her to go, she’s already stayed too long. This isn’t her place; it never really was. She was only here to bring some hope, some faith, some joy, some healing for a little while.

Grievances Raised (outlander)

“I’ll remind you darling, that it was your idea. You have no one to blame but yourself.” She poked him in the chest as she nestled comfortably into his side.

Find a Little Remedy (outlander)

“Go on then, lovie,” she said as she leaned against the sill. “Show me how you dance this one and I’ll join you for the next one, alright?” She was feeling oddly fragile today, vulnerable in a way that she was usually able to keep close in her chest. She wasn’t sure why, exactly; it was no anniversary today, no date with meaning. But as the years passed by, she was realizing that spring and early summer simply felt… tender to her. Too many dates in those months, days of separation and days of birth and wedding days.

To Heart and Home (outlander)

But everyday spent with Brianna underfoot made it increasingly more difficult to distract himself from his grief. The blacksmith wasn’t wrong; there was something about the wee lass that reminded him daily of what could have been if so many things had not gone so wrong.

Practicing rows of letters. Skinned knees. Prayers before bed. A kiss on the cheek.

The fact of the matter was that the threads of grief and joy woven deep in his heart were becoming too strongly entwined for him to separate.

I Would Not Ask (outlander)

That first night lived vividly in Jamie’s mind. Whispered introductions of two familiar lovers not-yet-met and yet fitting together as they had always been intended to.

into the empty parts of me (outlander)

Their eyes met over their mirrored hands, in echoed remembrance of that same shared touch.

return my fists to fingers (the last binding trilogy)

Edwin slowly started working a spell, one hand still clasped in Robin’s, the other moving carefully string-less through the small pocket of air between them. Robin didn’t know how much time passed before Edwin brought his cool hand, tingling with magic, to join their already clasped fists and gentling Robin’s shaking fingers between his own.

For Where You Go (very old outlander au wip that I think i want to dust off and work on this year)

They hoped to find a safe place to settle on lands that once belonged to the Fraser clan. Despite the clearances that had ravaged the country and destroyed the clan system, family was still important above all. Ellen believed that her husband’s relatives would remember that, despite their long absence. Claire could only hope she was right.

The world was not a kind place for a pair of widows alone.

untitled Percy Jackson wip that i would also like to finish at some point

This was her favorite way to hold him. From the moment that he had placed her hand on his back, whispering a secret so massive, so earth-shaking, into the space between them, she had needed to hold onto him, onto this, as tight and closely as she could. He had put his life in her hands and she hadn’t let go since.

It’s been years since that day.

[munson-blurbs]

BUGS!!!! Idk when you’ll get this but it’s me Sav (munsonology) 👾

What if Eddie catches you in the adult section at family video and you’re caught with the kinkiest tape they have 🤤 Eddie’s shocked because this is beyond the beginners level y’all are at but intrigued that his perfect girl is actually freakier than him 🥵

Savvvvv I adore you and your smutty brain 💚 I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: smutttttt (18+ only, minors GO AWAY), adult films, bondage, piv, some crying, slight breeding kink (?) idk, language

WC: 2.1k

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Eddie thought he knew you pretty well. You'd only been a couple for a few months, but you'd been friends for years prior to getting together. If someone asked him what your favorite pizza topping was, he could confidently say it was mushroom. You were definitely more of a night owl than an early bird. You wanted to travel the world; Eddie wanted more than anything to take you on an African safari like you'd always dreamed.

And up until the moment he caught you in Family Video, he would've sworn up and down that your guilty pleasure was cheesy romantic comedies.

You'd had to cancel your date with him to finish up a paper for the class you were taking at Hawkins Community College, so Eddie trekked over to visit Robin and Steve and find something to occupy his unexpectedly empty night.

"Hey, Munson!" Steve greets him cheerily. "How's it been?"

Eddie shrugs his shoulders. "Can't complain. Y/N has to get some work done tonight. Figured I'd see if you guys had any new releases I could check out."

Robin crinkles her nose. "Y/N?" she questions. "She's right over there." She points over to the curtained-off section of the store and glances at Eddie knowingly.

Eddie's jaw could've hit the floor. You watched porn? Sure, you were amazing in bed, always knowing how to touch him and turning him into putty. Was it because you had done extensive research in the adult section of Family Video?

He quietly shuffles over to where you're standing, browsing the various titles. You're not interested in the same-old generic "plumber fixes lonely housewife's pipes" or "pizza boy delivers extra-large sausage pizza to sorority girls." You want something different, something to relax you from your stressful midterms, something kinky.

A title jumps out at you: Bonded Babes. The cover shows a woman clad in barely-there lingerie, tied to the bed with a ball gag wedged between her crimson lips. Perfect.

"Holy shit." The sound of a man's voice startles you, and you let out a little yelp. You look up to see your boyfriend, his eyes glued to the VHS you'd just selected. You hide it behind your back, feeling your whole body blushing.

Eddie steps towards you. "Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" he prods, cocking his head to the side. "Because that doesn't look like a John Hughes flick to me."

"'S nothing," you mumble, embarrassment flooding through you. "Just wanted to decompress after writing this stupid paper."

"Mmm," Eddie says knowingly, "so let me see what helps you relax, baby girl."

You shake your head wordlessly.

Eddie laughs. "C'mon, you really think you're gonna scare me off?" he protests. "You don't even wanna know what I watch."

You raise an eyebrow and decide to explore that comment further at another time. "I-I should probably get home. Back to my essay." But he blocks your escape, placing a strong hand on your stomach.

"Hand it over," he orders, and you reluctantly oblige.

"Don't judge me," you plead. What if he sees what you chose and is freaked out? He wouldn't be the first guy who couldn't handle your kinks and desires.

"Hmm," Eddie says, looking carefully, "haven't seen this one yet." He gives you a mischievous grin. "Wanna watch it together?"

You clear your throat, caught off-guard by the suggestion. "It, uh, might not be your thing," you offer lamely.

"Well, I guess there's just one way to find out, sweetheart."

~

Your roommate is out for the night, drinking away her midterm week nerves, so you bring Eddie back to your place. He's all too eager to pop the video in the player, practically breaking down the door to the apartment.

"Okay," he says, plopping down next to you on the sofa and pressing play, "let's see what gets my girl going, hmm?"

As with most porn, there's no real plot. This one gives the smallest backstory about a woman who keeps talking back to her boyfriend. The boyfriend--a buff dude with a perfectly waxed chest--decides to punish her and shut her up while he has his way with her. He uses handcuffs on her wrists and ropes tied tight around her ankles. The pièce de résistance, of course, is the gag that allows for moans and whimpers and nothing else.

You bury your head in your hands. "I warned you," you whine, "it's, like, a lot."

For the first time in his life, Eddie Munson is speechless. He finally says, "Do you...want me to do this to you?"

"It's a lot, Eds," you repeat shyly. "We don't have to."

"What if I want to try it?" he asks, and you gawp incredulously, bringing a laugh to his lips. "I have all kinds of fantasies about you, baby. Don't be too surprised."

You maneuver yourself so you're straddling his lap, grinding your aching cunt across the crotch of his jeans. The friction from both of your clothes only makes you wetter. You kiss down his neck as he grabs your ass, squeezing and pulling you even closer to him.

"Let's try it," you whisper in his ear, biting his lobe. You hear the people on screen groaning and grunting exaggeratedly.

With that, Eddie lifts you, hands never leaving your ass. He brings you to your bedroom, dropping you on the bed and raking through your drawers for T-shirts, grabbing two of them.

"I got the cuffs," he says, patting the accessory on his belt, "but no ropes. Gotta improvise."

"So innovative," you tease, beckoning him back to you with a flutter of your eyelashes. His lips crash into yours, pushing you down onto the bed as he climbs on top of you. The weight of his body pressing into yours always gets you so hot; you try and cope by slipping your hand down into your jeans, beneath your panties.

Eddie breaks the kiss and hums disapprovingly. "Baby," he chastises, "you're not gonna get yourself off when I can do that for you." He removes your hand from your clit and pulls off your shirt, exposing a lacy white bra. He sucks on the exposed part of your breasts as he fiddles with the clasp, and you moan softly when he unhooks your bra and runs his fingers over your hardening nipples.

"You're not denying me this," he growls, tearing off your jeans. His thumb grazes your panties, and he throws his head back when he feels how wet you are. He gets on his knees and kisses your cunt through the thin fabric, loving each twitch of your legs.

Eddie hooks a finger into the waistband and yanks them down, shoving them in his back pocket. "Gonna need these later," he tells you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Lay back on the pillow for me, sweetheart."

You do as you're told, hearing the click of the handcuffs unlatching. Eddie snaps one on to your left wrist, loops the chain around one of the backboard spindles, and brings the other cuff around your right wrist. "Pull for me," he says, and when you demonstrate that you're stuck, he smiles wickedly.

He grabs the shirts--old concert tees, you realize gratefully, nothing expensive or fancy--and ties one around each ankle, then to the spindles on the footboard, legs spread widely. "Wriggle around for me, baby. Let me see how good I've got you." Sure enough, you kick your legs with incredibly restricted movement. "Perfect," he muses.

"Eddie," you whimper, "need you to touch me. Need your fingers or your tongue or your cock. Something, please."

He laughs at this, reaching back into his pocket. "Thanks for reminding me," he says roughly. You feel a piece of cloth between your lips as your soaked panties are shoved in your mouth. "Don't wanna hear a word from you; just those pretty little moans."

"Mhm," you manage.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters. “Safe words. Uh, just say peanut butter if you need me to stop.” You nod in response.

With that, he brings his lips to your torso, trailing kisses across your tits and down your stomach. The contrast between your completely naked body and his fully clothed one turns you on even more, if that’s possible.

You let out a whine as he licks a stripe along your folds, slick coating his chin. “Taste s’good,” he groans before finding your clit and sucking on it. A guttural sound escapes your throat at the sudden stimulation.

“Already overwhelmed, baby?” he teases, words vibrating into you. “Good.” He focuses his attention back to your sensitive bundle, caressing it with his tongue. You buck your hips as one finger enters your pussy, limited by the makeshift ties.

You’re waiting for him to place another digit inside you, like he normally does, but now is not the time to expect anything. Instead, he withdraws his finger and his mouth from your sex, undoing his pants button and pulling out his hard cock. He brings it to your lips, removing the gag, but stops you before you can suck it.

“Spit on it,” he demands, and you spit on his dick. He uses it as lube as he fucks his fist right in front of you, stuffing the panties back in your mouth.

“You see what you do to me? he snarls, “I want you to use your hands, but since you’re being punished, I have to do it myself.”

You want to tell him that he can fuck your face; or better yet, your pussy, but the gag prevents you from articulating this. You writhe against the handcuffs, craving touch.

Eddie uses his free hand to grip the wrist closest to him. “Nice try,” he smirks, “but you’re not gonna cum until I say you can. Got it?”

“Mhm,” you croak out. Tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your frustration mounts. He wipes one away with a smile.

“Poor thing,” he taunts, “wants my dick so badly that she’s fuckin’ crying for it, huh?” He pumps himself until he’s so hard it hurts, precum beading at the slit. “‘S your lucky day, sweetheart. If I don’t fuck you now, I’m gonna cum all over my hand. And why would I do that when your pretty pussy is right there?”

He places himself between your legs again, tapping on your outer thigh. “Lift these hips a little for me.” You lift them obediently. “That’s a good girl.” You whimper at the praise.

He uses the combination of your slick and his precum to push into you, stretching you and mixing pain with pleasure. “Can you say my name with your mouth full like that?”

“Eddie,” you groan. It comes out muffled but neither of you care. “Eddie, s’good.”

He thrusts into you harder, yelling out your name as he does. His voice is gravelly and intense. “Gonna cum inside of you. Gonna mark my fuckin’ territory.” You’ve been on the pill, and he knows this, but he’s never finished in you before without a condom, always pulling out and spilling onto your tits.

“Yes, Eddie,” you chant over and over as he rubs circles on your clit while fucking you. 

“Be a good girl and cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel.” As soon as he says it, you release all over his cock, clenching around him as you hit your peak.

“You feel amazing,” he praises. “Can’t hold back anymore. Y’feel too good.” He empties inside you, long hot spurts coating your walls. When he’s done, a sweating and panting mess, you’re too sore to move. Still, you miss him in you as soon as he withdraws.

Eddie immediately removes the panties from your mouth, unlocks the cuffs, and unties the shirts. “Baby,” he purrs, “that was hot as shit.”

You nod in agreement. “Best sex I’ve ever had.”

He plants a long, gentle kiss on your mouth and runs to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. “Let me clean you up.” He wipes down your inner thighs, kissing them when he’s done. “I know this wasn’t in the movie,” he says with a small smile, “but I wasn’t about to leave my girl a mess.”

You return the smile gratefully. “Thank you, Eds.”

He crawls back into bed facing you, pecking kisses on your nose. “I love you, my freaky girl.” He sighs dramatically. “I mean, I already knew you were the one for me, but this just sealed the fuckin’ deal!”

You giggle at his theatrics. “I love you, too,” you say, kissing his forehead. “And next time, you can pick the movie. I can’t be the only freak in this relationship.”

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[mrshipsmcgee]

The Scoundrel & The Princess

Steve Harrington x Female

Summary: after an awkward run in with Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington is invited to an awful party where he meets a beautiful stranger.

Warnings: use of she/her instead of y/n, cursing, tooth-rotting fluff, fist fighting, bloody nose, tommy h being an asshat perv, protective!Steve 👀, mentions of babies, kissing (*le gasp*), it’s shitty maybe? Idk I had a lot of fun writing it :) 4.8k!

if you enjoyed, please let me know with a like, comment or reblog! - Cait <3

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Saturday March 15th 1986 - 11:15 AM Hawkins, Indiana

Music plays in the fluorescent light filled grocery store as Steve Harrington strolls down the produce aisle, accompanied by, “Henderson - put the bananas down. The list doesn’t have bananas.”

“Well, I want bananas,” Dustin recoils from Steve’s extended arm. “My mom won’t be upset for adding bananas to the list. It’s just bananas. Come on, Steve!”

“Dustin - we’ve talked about this before, I don’t know how many times I have to say it until it penetrates your thick skull and finds its way to your brain, but your mom only gives me a certain amount of cash for a certain amount of food for her perfectly crafted grocery list,” Steve grabs the fruit from Dustin’s grip, his brown eyes remain on Dustin as he sits them down on the display beside him. “Now, come on!”

“Do my eyes deceive me?” a voice rings out, “Or is that you, Harrington?”

Steve and Dustin turn, Steve’s eyes rolling as soon as he sees a familiar freckled face staring back at him, “Tommy H, what are you doing back in Hawkins?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Steve,” the man smiles villainously, smacking his tongue over his lips as his hand points to Dustin, “Oh - you‘re a babysitter now, Harrington? Out shopping for this little guy's mommy?”

“I’m a freshman,” Dustin says with an annoyed shrug. “You douche,” he murmurs.

Tommy’s windbreaker swishes as he crosses his arm, “Where did you end up going for college, Harrington?”

Steve hesitates, looking down at the off white tiled floor before looking over at Dustin, “I uh-“ his eyes glance over to Tommy, “I didn't.”

“So, you didn’t go to college, and now you babysit freshman?” Tommy’s brows furrowed, smiling widely. “What happened, King Steve?”

“He also has a job,” Dustin chimes in. “He works at Family Video.”

“The movie rental place?” Tommy laughs, shaking his head before he looks back at Steve. “Oh, Stevie boy, what has happened to you? Where did King Steve go? You babysit, you work at family video.. I feel sorry for you, man.”

Steve is silent, his face is trapped somewhere between an awkward smile and a grimace before he says, “Well, Tommy - it’s been great seeing you man, but we gotta get going.”

Tommy’s palm smacks flatly on Steve’s sweatshirt covered shoulder as he looks into his eyes, “ Hey, I’m throwing a party tonight, you should come. Bring King Steve, see if he’s still there.. somewhere deep inside of you. It’ll be fun. Hot girls, drinks - who knows what we could get into, Harrington. Or who we could get into.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” Tommy gets close to Steve, placing his palm onto his cheek before giving it a light smack, “Cause I’m sure you miss King Steve, too.”

“Steve, let’s go,” Dustin says.

Tommy’s eyes remain on Steve’s, dropping his palm from his shoulder, “Yeah, Steve - go babysit. I’ll see you tonight.”

“See ya,” Steve says flatly, walking away from Tommy and heading towards the next item on the grocery list, ”Alright, we need celery.”

“Steve, you’re not actually going to that party, are you? We could hang out,” Dustin says, following beside Steve as he grabs celery, “You, me, maybe Mike? Is Robin working?”

“I’m still cool, right Henderson?” Steve’s voice is small as he inspects the celery before throwing it into the grocery cart.

“I mean, you mainly hang out with me and Robin nowadays, but I still think you’re pretty cool,” Dustin shrugs. “Screw what Tommy Hagan says.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, looking at Dustin. “Thanks, Henderson.”

-

Steve made his way through the busy front lawn of the Hagan residence, dodging drunk teenagers as he reached the opened front door - the music from inside booming loudly as he stepped through the threshold. He could feel the burning of eyes on him from all around as he traversed through the familiar living room, directly to the punch sitting on the kitchen counter, scooping a bit from the large bowl and it into a small cup.

“King Steve!” Tommy exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air as he approached Steve. “I thought you weren’t gonna come! Figured you’d be babysitting, or selling movie rentals to hicks.” Tommy leans towards Steve, the smell of alcohol wafting into Steve’s face as Tommy whispers, ”Did ya leave a kid in the car, Harrington?”

Steve is quiet, eyeing Tommy and knocking back the entirety of the small cup of punch in his grip. “I’m kidding!” Tommy yells, before letting out a loud, and quite obnoxious belly laugh, slapping Steve’s arm as his face quickly drops, eyes squinting as he scans the room, pointing at the crowd, “You can have any bitch you want, which one will it be, King Steve?”

“I, uh- I need to pee,” Steve says quickly, tossing the empty cup into the trash can as he makes his way down the hallway.

He enters the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Propping his large palms on the bathroom vanity, as he stared at himself in the mirror - one hand brushes through his thick locks as he shakes his head, letting out a long exhale. “Jesus,” he murmurs to himself, studying his features in the reflection - “Get it the hell together, Steve.”

He blinks - brows furrowing as he looks past himself in the reflection, over to the moving shower curtain to the right of him. He swallows, turning and gently stepping towards the shower, fingertips carding the side of the curtain before he throws it open, seeing a woman sitting in the tub - her wide eyes making direct eye contact with Steve.

“Hi,” she whispers, eyes darting to the bathtub before reluctantly scanning back up to Steve’s warm gaze .

“Hi,” he says with a small wave, furrowing his brows as he looks down, noticing the stranger’s tear-stained cheeks gleaming off of the bathroom lights. “Are you okay?”

Her arms wrapped around her chest, clutching something in her hand, “Yes, uh - I was trying to find a sliver of solace from this awful party here in this bathroom, but got clotheslined by somebody holding a cup of punch on the way in here. I was just trying to wash my shirt when you came in and… I’m sorry. Uh.. I just need to-“ she stands and Steve panics, realizing she’s shirtless. Slapping his palm over his eyes, he quickly turns on the heel of his foot, away from the beautiful stranger. “Do you, uh.. would you- Do you need my sweatshirt?” He scrunches his face, embarrassed by his fumbling of words.

“Wait, really?” He hears her step out of the tub - “I think I could wash my shirt in the sink. It’s really no big deal-.”

“-It’s totally a big deal,” Steve’s hand remained over his eyes - “It’s way too cold tonight for you to be in a wet shirt.” His hand grabs the back of his collar, pulling the fabric over his head quickly - his fluffy hair bouncing as it recoils - “Here, take my sweatshirt.”

Steve stands in an olive green long sleeve shirt, his right arm extended behind him as the shirtless woman grabs the sweatshirt, pulling herself into the fabric, wrapping her arms back around her chest.

“Thank you so much.” She smiles, looking at the back of Steve’s head, “You can turn around now.”

He slowly turns back to the girl, shyly smiling at her before his chocolate eyes scan back down to the tiled floor, “You can keep that if you need to.”

“Your sweatshirt? No! God no - I could throw my top into the dryer and it would be fine! Do you have thirty minutes to spare?” She asks.

”If that means you won’t be wearing a wet shirt the rest of the night - sure” - he nods, extending his right arm out to her, “I’m Steve, by the way.”

She lets out a small chuckle, taking his large hand into hers - “Oh, I know.”

Steve lets out a mimicking laugh, giving her an inquisitive face - licking his bottom lip before he smiles, saying - “You already know me? That must not be good.” He scrunches his face, “Should I go ahead and apologize? I used to be a real jerk.”

“No! No - I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” she shuts her eyes as she shakes her head, still smiling widely as she says - “It’s just - you’re Steve Harrington. Of course I know who you are.. We graduated together. You’re the King of Hawkins High School,” She scrunches her nose, “Also - you stole my babysitting gig.” His head cocks to the side, studying her gorgeous face, continuing to grasp her hand in his, thumb caressing the webbing of her thumb and pointer finger.

And then it hits him.

He remembers her.

How the summer sun’s rays shone down on her, making her look like an angel as she laid on a yellow blanket on the perfectly green grass. Her thick thighs oiled up with sunscreen, her head shoved into a book.

“Hey!” Dustin yells, getting Steve’s attention as he throws a soapy rag at him.

“What?!” Steve turns, lazily spraying Dustin with the water hose.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and let you know that she’s way out of your league,” Dustin’s brows raise as a smile spreads across his face, nodding his head towards the yard over - suds dripping off of his mom’s car as he continues to scrub the sides.

Steve sprays the roof of the car - “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Henderson.”

Dustin lets out an exhausted huff - “She’s as smart as she is pretty. And she’s funny,” Dustin says. “And she was kind of like my sister growing up.”

“So that means I can’t even look at her?” Steve scoffs, turning back to glance at Dustin’s neighbor. “She is really pretty.”

“I knew it!” Dustin takes the soapy bucket in front of him, grasping it in his hands, tossing the liquid at Steve, “She isn’t just someone to date, Steve. She’s the kind of girl you want to settle down with. Hawkins’ own Princess Leia. So, not your type.”

Steve wipes water from his eyes, taking one last glance at the angelic woman reading on the lawn. “She could be my type, you never know.”

“Princess Leia,” Steve murmurs.

“What was that?” She cocks her head to the side, her brows coming together in an inquisitive furrow.

Steve clears his throat, “You should be happy to know that Dustin Henderson speaks very highly of you,” Steve smiles at her, his eyes glancing down at his hand still wrapped around hers and quickly drops it to his side. His chocolate eyes scan back up to her sweet gaze. “He says you’re smart and funny. He says you’re Hawkins’ own Princess Leia, actually.”

“Well, that’s incredibly sweet of Dustin to say,” she sighs. “I miss the hell out of that kid. How is he? I never get to see him anymore.. Not since he got this really cool babysitter,” she eyes Steve, smirking at him.

He blushes, smiling widely as his fingers rake through his thick locks, “Yeah.. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

God, he loved how she said his name. He loved how her mouth had to curl into a small smile whenever she said it.

“-I understand. Dustin thinks you’re way cooler than me, which isn’t true at all. He’ll come to realize that one day,” she bounces her brows at him. “After all, I am the person that introduced him to Dungeons and Dragons.”

He scoffs, “Hey now - we can both be cool. I mean, I am extremely cool - but since Dustin Henderson thinks so highly of you, I’d say we might be neck and neck on the coolness scale.” He’s unable to contain his wide smile as he looks back at the girl. “We should dry this shirt of yours before it gets too late.”

She wraps her arms back around herself, shutting her eyes as she cuddles herself into Steve’s sweatshirt, inhaling slowly, “But what if I want to keep wearing your sweatshirt? I mean - it smells incredible. And it’s so warm.”

Steve’s cheeks flush, grinning ear to ear as he watches her cuddle into the fabric, looking perfect in his clothes - “I mean - you can keep wearing it if you’d like. You could give it back to me tomorrow or- or really whenever you’d like. I think I’m gonna get out of here, though. Parties like this aren’t my scene anymore.”

Her hand reaches out and gently grabs Steve’s, “Would you please drop me off at my parent’s house? My friend that dragged me here left about forty minutes ago with some girl and I don’t have a ride. Please don't leave me here, Steve. This party is awful. If I hear Tommy Hagan’s stupid voice one more time I might explode.”

Steve’s fingers wrap around hers, “Of course. Let’s go right now.” He turns, still holding her hand as he opens the bathroom door - the house packed wall to wall with drunken teens dancing to music. “It’s a little crazy in here, stay close to me,” he turns, gently pushing her in front of him, his hand on her mid-back as the other keeps a protective shield in front of her as they make their way through the crowd.

Just as they near the door, Tommy H.’s voice rings out, “King Steve got the prettiest bitch in the pond!” He hops off of the table he’s on, drunkenly waltzing over to where the two stood, just feet from the door.

“The Drum Major graduates and gets hot. Who knew?” Tommy slurs, shrugging as he smacks his palm onto Steve’s shoulder. “I knew you were in there, King Steve. I knew I could drag you out of this old, tired version of yourself.” His breath wafts in both of their faces. Tommy’s mischievous eyes scan down to her’s, villainously smiling as he looks her up and down, “You gonna let King Steve treat you real good, yeah? What - are you a virgin? No! No - you band kids fuck like rabbits, don’t you - band girl?”

Tommy’s hand reaches up to grab Steve’s collar, his gaze turning as he breathes - “I wonder how many rounds she’ll last you, huh - King Steve? Four? Five?”

Steve grits his teeth together, his arm remains protectively wrapped around her waist as he looks down at Tommy, “We gotta go before it gets too late. Thanks for the invite, man.”

Tommy’s eyes glance back down to Her, “Wait a second.. hold your horses, you two-“ his fingers point to her chest, noticing Steve’s sweatshirt - “This is his.” Tommy’s fingers point to Steve, “You’re naughty, King Steve. You really had me fooled.” Tommy leans down to the woman, inches away from her face as he asks, “Tell me, beautiful. Where did you take it? In your mouth or in your a-“

Tommy is shoved back with force by Steve - the crowd gasping and whispering, forming an open circle at the entrance of the home as the two men stalk towards one another.

“Oh, Stevie-boy! Did I hurt your feelings?” Tommy laughs, jumping up and down a bit as he holds his fists in front of his face - back curled inward as he starts to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. “What? Ya gonna hit me, King Steve? Come on!”

Steve is silent, staring at Tommy through his long lashes - his hair fallen in his face as his chest slowly rises and falls.

“Do you even know how to fight anymore? Oh wait - you’ve never won a fight in your life, have you?” Tommy mocks, nearing Steve and throwing a punch his way.

Steve dodges the punch, retracting his body before his arm flies towards Tommy’s face, his fist knocking Tommy directly in his freckled nose. Tommy steps back dramatically, grabbing his face before he lunges at Steve again - arms flying around his thighs trying to throw him to the ground.

Steve’s thumbs dig into Tommy’s traps, shoving him away as he rolls up his sleeves, “Like I said, we need to leave. It’s getting late.” Tommy charges Steve again, punching him in the gut this time before he lands another punch to Steve’s nose - blood immediately pouring from his left nostril as he’s pushed back.

“Stop!” The girl yells, stepping herself in between Steve and Tommy - Tommy’s fist hitting her left cheek as she falls to the ground, letting out a small whimper as she holds her face in her palm.

Steve’s worried eyes snap over to where she had fallen beside him, swallowing as his heart raced - drumming hard in his ears as he felt his body burn with an animalistic rage seeing tears streaming down her beautiful face. His nostrils flare, grimacing as he stands - “You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Hagan. If you ever touch her again, I will kill you.”

“Fuck you, Harrington,” Tommy spits at him.

Steve rears back, punching Tommy in the nose once more - this time knocking him unconscious, hitting the ground with a loud thud. A few of Tommy’s friends gather around him and Steve turns, helping the beautiful woman up, “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

_

“Dustin was right,” Steve smiled. “That was very Princess Leia of you back there.”

The woman dabs Steve’s bloody nose, standing between his thighs where he sat on the kitchen counter, holding up a bag of frozen peas to her cheek -“What? Getting punched in the face?”

“No. Stepping in to help. It was very Princess Leia of you,” he smiles, his upper lips moving as the wet cloth wipes away the crimson stain. “You were a badass.”

She rolls her eyes, “You’re far too nice, Steve. You’re the one that was a badass back there. You beat Tommy’s ass.”

“He’s had it coming for years now,” he watches her concentrated face as she wipes the last bit of blood from his nose. “Is it bad to say that it kind of felt good?”

“No, I don’t think so - I think you had a real Han Solo moment back there,” she smiled, laying the wet rag beside Steve. “I was hoping to get the chance to call you a stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf herder.. But as it turns out, you're quite the opposite, Steve Harrington.”

“Wait, who’s Han in the movies again?” He hops down from the counter, now chest to chest with her - his warm eyes gazing at her.

“He’s a real scoundrel. A smuggler. But he ends up being one of the Rebel Alliance's greatest leaders. He’s a real hero,” her shy gaze falls to the ground.

“And what about Leia?” He leans closer to her, “What happens between them? Sorry that I need so much refreshing. Dustin insisted that I watch episodes four, five and six last Christmas break, but it's all a little blurry for me.”

“Han and Leia?”

“Yeah, what happens to them?” He asks, intrigued.

“Well, even though they want to wring each other’s throat sometimes, they fall in love,” she explains.

“Do they get married and have babies?” Steve asks. His tone is almost eager as his chest remains pressed against hers. “What about the hairy thing?”

“Chewbacca?” She asks.

“Yes! Yes - That’s Dustin,” he smiles.

She lets out a belly laugh, smacking her hand over her mouth, “I’m sorry for laughing!”

“What? Why? It’s true!” He laughs. “Now tell me, what happened to Chewbacca? What happens to Han and Leia?”

“Well, in Return of the Jedi - where Luke burns up Vader’s helmet at the ewok camp in the final scene,” she says - “Everyone is happy and celebrating. They’re all there together.”

“That’s a really good scene,” Steve whispers, his nose practically touching hers just as a low rolling of thunder shakes the house, rain starting to pour on the roof of the home. Lightning strikes, followed by another rolling of thunder.

“Jesus, I didn’t realize it was supposed to storm tonight,” she whispers, turning and walking away from Steve - opening up a drawer and grabbing a large black flashlight from it, turning back to Steve, “Just in case! The power is shitty here.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He asks, going to grab his car keys from the kitchen counter.

“No! Please stay. It isn’t safe to drive right now.. And honestly, I’m a little freaked out by being alone with it storming so badly,” she makes a face. “I’m kind of a sissy.”

“You are not a sissy,” Steve chuckles, dropping his keys back onto the counter and resting his hip on it, crossing his arms over his chest - “I’m a little scared of storms too. It’s something about control for me, I think. That storm is a hell of a lot stronger than I could ever be, and I can’t control its strength, therefore it’s easy to be scared of it. Ya know?”

“That was deep,” she says.

“Shocker, Steve Harrington can be deep,” he waves his fingers, playfully rolling his eyes at her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just crazy that King Steve Harrington is more than just a pretty face,” she smiles. “You see a gorgeous human - like a ridiculously gorgeous human, and you just automatically assume ‘this person’s gonna be an asshole.’ But you’re not. You’re wonderful,” she says.

Steve’s cheeks burn, smirking - “You think I’m ridiculously gorgeous?” His voice is raspy, stepping towards her, humming - “Huh, Princess?”

“Well, I just…” she shrugs, looking away from Steve before she shakes her head, “Fine.” Her eyes flash back to him, pointing the flashlight to his chest, “I think you’re ridiculously gorgeous, Steve Harrington. Happy?”

Steve brings his hand up to hers, wrapping his gentle fingers around the flashlight and taking it from her grasp, putting it in his back pocket. “Well, yeah-” His hands reach up, gently grasping her hand, “Because I think you’re ridiculously gorgeous..”

She looks confused, blinking a few times, “Is this really happening?”

“What?” He whispers, a small chuckle escaping from his throat.

“Steve Harrington finds me attractive?” She asks.

“And witty, and smart,” he adds with a nod, his left hand grasping hers while his right lazily rubs his thumb along the webbing of her hand. “Do you want to know what else Dustin said about you?”

She nods, her body melting into his touch as he continues, “He said I wasn’t even allowed to look at you because you’re out of my league. He says that you’re not someone just to date.. that you’re someone worth settling down with.”

“Is that really what he said?” She asks, her voice small. Steve nods. She smiles, “Well, that is very sweet of Dustin to say. What do you say?”

Steve chokes out a raspy, “What?”

“Now that you’ve met me, and we’ve spent- uh…” she looks past Steve to the clock above the fireplace in her family’s living room. “-Ya know, the last three, almost four hours together.. What do you say?”

Steve’s stomach drops, staring at the beautiful woman - “I would say that-“

Lightning strikes, the room goes dark, “Shit! We lost power? Come on!”

“You’re trembling,” Steve whispers, holding her hand a little tighter in his, his long fingers rubbing the webbing in between her thumb and pointer finger - bringing her a bit closer to his chest. The two are only inches away, standing in the middle of the kitchen - “Are you scared, Princess? You don’t have to be, I’m here.”

“My hands still have some of your blood on them, I’m sorry if they’re dirty,” she mutters - now close enough to Steve that her breath hits his neck.

“It’s okay - my hands are dirty, too,” his Nike covered toe hits hers. “But you’re still shaking.. So what are you afraid of, Princess?”

“Afraid? I’m not afraid,” she says. “If anything, I think you’re afraid.”

“Of what? The storm?” Steve retorts, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, now able to see the shape of her gorgeous face.

“Me,” she says.

His head shakes, “No - no, I’m not scared of you. Why would you say that?”

“Because you’re the one that’s trembling,” she whispers, taking her free hand and wrapping it around Steve’s. Her touch makes his heart swell, his knees grow weak as he swallows, realizing he is the one that’s been trembling this whole time. “What are you so scared of, Steve?”

“I- I don’t know.. I..” he exhales - his handsome face drops, warm eyes blinking - “I just get this feeling whenever I look at you. Whenever you’re near me.. I just- I want to be close to you. It feels like something is drawing me towards you like a magnet. It’s a little scary.. I’ve never really felt this way before.”

He can hear her swallow, her heart drums against her chest “Y-yeah?”

Steve nods, his nose brushes against hers, “Yes ma’am.”

“Why’s that? This magnetism between us?” She asks.

“Because you are someone worth settling down for. I look at you, and I can see my future staring back at me,” one of his hands comes up and cups her cheek, “I don’t mean to be so forward.. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“What kind of future do you see?” She asks.

“Whatever you want,” he says. “A future where you’re the happiest.”

“What if I said I wanted my future to have at least four kids in it?” She murmurs.

Steve pauses, smiling wide - so wide his eyes screw shut, “Then I guess I would need to go ahead and tell you my future involves six little nuggets.”

“Domesticated Steve Harrington? I’m in,” she laughs. “I like the thought of it. Steve with kids hanging all over him?”

“It’s the dream,” he nods. “Family vacations, only the best of the best for the holidays.. even changing diapers. It’s my dream.”

She’s quiet.

“Too much? I went too far, didn’t I?” He inhales sharply. “I’m so sorry. It was the future talk. I’m sorry..” he turns away, starting to walk towards his car keys.

Her hand grasps his, gently tugging him back towards her - their chests clumsily bumping together as her hand spreads, cupping his face. “You’re not too much for me, Steve.”

“I’m not? He whispers, swallowing back his nerves feeling the nearness of her.

She barely shakes her head, putting her hand on his drumming chest, “Never. Also, It’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than talking about babies and vacations to run me off, Steve Harrington.”

His anxieties wash away as his arm wraps around her waist, his palm cupping the nape of her neck. Steve’s warm lips brush against hers delicately, his body relaxing into her warmth - melting into her touch. Just the simple brush of flesh seemed to intoxicate Steve as his lips crashed into hers, feeling as if his knees could come out from underneath him as her fingers ran through his hair.

She breathlessly moans into the passionate kiss as Steve wraps her up closer, pressing his hips into hers as his tongue traces her bottom lip. Their tongues collide as Steve’s thigh presses against her pelvis - her legs spreading a bit as he starts to walk the two of them back, running into the kitchen table in the process.

They part, both laughing, “Are you okay, Princess?”

“Yeah, yeah - but I'm gonna have to stop you before you seduce me into making kid number one already. At least take me on a date first,” she mocks, her nose brushing against Steve’s.

He sighs, “I’ll take you on a date. Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you.”

“How about you take me to your favorite place?” She suggests, still wrapped up in his arms.

He inhaled sharply - “Well - my favorite place is with Dustin Henderson… who is going to murder us, especially me whenever he finds out about me kissing you,” Steve groans.

“Oh god.. Dustin is going to kill us.. I am not looking forward to his wrath.. like, at all,” she sighs. “Maybe we won't tell him for right now?”

“No, that’ll make it way worse,” Steve shakes his head. “What do we do?”

“I have an idea. What about a DND game? I’ll host it tomorrow, it’s Sunday tomorrow - no one should have anything to do. It’ll be fine,” she says.

“Are you saying that for me or for you?” Steve asks. “Because I feel like that was kinda for both of us.” He laughs.

“Wait-“ she looks at him, he can see her brows laced together with concern, “What if you wake up tomorrow and you don’t feel the same way as you do tonight?” She asks.

Steve’s hands cup her warm face, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of her nose, “These feelings aren’t going anywhere.” Steve smiles, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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{Argyle}

Blister in the Sun

Program: Argyle is something of a s'mores connoisseur and takes pride in his skills. But he easily can let it get to his head. Luckily, you're his favorite distraction. Pairing: Argyle x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff

Tainted Love Series - On Pause

Program: Argyle is a ray of sunshine that envelopes everyone in his warmth and softness. Everyday, you have the privilege to bask in his light and enjoy the high his shares. When thunder heads roll in and cloud your senses, one night tips you over the edge of no return and shatters everything you so dearly care for. Pairing: Best friend! Argyle x Best Friend, GN! Reader -> FWB! Argyle x In Love, GN! Reader Genre: Angst, Some Fluff, IDK about NSFW yet

Headcanons

What I think their DnD class would be based of playing for a year and character vibes. What they would wear to a Halloween party and how they would spend the night. Hobbies they have from ones that I have enjoyed some time or another in my life. Fall activities the older kids like to do as a friend group. What movie I want to watch with them and how we watch it. What clothing item would I steal from them to keep/wear. Favorite fall candle and a memory they look fondly back on. How they express their love: love languages. How they feel loved: love languages.

{Robin Buckley}

Headcanons

What I think their DnD class would be based of playing for a year and character vibes. What they would wear to a Halloween party and how they would spend the night. Hobbies they have from ones that I have enjoyed some time or another in my life. Fall activities the older kids like to do as a friend group. What movie I want to watch with them and how we watch it. What clothing item would I steal from them to keep/wear. Favorite fall candle and a memory they look fondly back on. How they express their love: love languages. How they feel loved: love languages.

{Johnathan Byers}

A Groovy Kind of Love

Program: Finally able to celebrate graduating college, the two of you seek new adventures in beautiful Acadia. Freezing tides bring you closer together as hopeful dreams are shared. A future home where your childhood friends can come visit and where a new family can find comfort. Pairing: Johnathan Byers x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff

Blurbs

Hammock musings about the future while camping.

Headcanons

What I think their DnD class would be based of playing for a year and character vibes. What they would wear to a Halloween party and how they would spend the night. Hobbies they have from ones that I have enjoyed some time or another in my life. Fall activities the older kids like to do as a friend group. What movie I want to watch with them and how we watch it. What clothing item would I steal from them to keep/wear. Favorite fall candle and a memory they look fondly back on. How they express their love: love languages. How they feel loved: love languages.

{Billy Hargrove}

Cherry Pie

Program: Summer's coming to an end with the Hawkins town fair under way. While every typical couple seems to be excited about the ferries wheel or the tunnel of terror, you and Billy have your eyes set on the demolition derby. Adrenaline and pride course through veins watching Billy in his element- even if it scares the shit out of you. Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff/Suggestive (IDK it's a demo derby, it's gonna be messy but I think it's cute)

Tom's Diner

Program: Exhaustion blankets you as you work through your shift at the local diner. The same faces tiredly greet you for their usual order. A static hum scratches the wrong side of your brain from the broken radio. Until a newcomer sits at the countertop with captivating blue eyes that make you stop. A brewing countertop crush. Pairing: Demo Derby! Billy Hargrove x Server, GN! Reader Genre: Fluff

Cover Me

Program: The diner rush is never fun, but it brings in good money. It seems as if everyone is in a dark mood from the roaring storm this evening, and two patrons can't seem to keep it to themselves. Even though you desperately try to ignore the insults and harsh words, Billy isn't letting it fly. Tonight or any other night. So, the two of you create a little countertop ritual to bare with the shitty coffee. Pairing: Demo Derby Driver! Billy Hargrove x Server, GN! Reader Genre: Fluff Sequel to Tom's Diner

Isolation

Program: It's never us. Never a friend group. Never a sense of connection. Just them and you in the same room. Billy just happens to catch a glimpse of your lonely self when it's too late to grab onto you. Before you disappear from their lives with no note. No phone call. Nothing. Pairing: Billy Hargrove & GN! Reader Genre: Angst

Doubts Even Here

Program: News of your disappearance and last known where abouts have folded into the city police reports. After a call into the station and a reunion with the former Hawkins police chief, nothing sits right in Billy. Not the lax reactions of your friends to the news. Not city sheriff's quick accusations. Certainly not the woman of his nightmares at the steps of your apartment. What happened to you? Pairings: Billy Hargrove & Missing, GN! Reader Genre: Angst and Mystery Part two to Isolation- recommended to read that ficlet first.

Blurbs

Nickname sweetspot when all of your boys call you similar petnames.

Headcanons

What I think their DnD class would be based of playing for a year and character vibes. What they would wear to a Halloween party and how they would spend the night. Hobbies they have from ones that I have enjoyed some time or another in my life. Fall activities the older kids like to do as a friend group. What movie I want to watch with them and how we watch it. What clothing item would I steal from them to keep/wear. Favorite fall candle and a memory they look fondly back on. How they express their love: love languages. How they feel loved: love languages.

{Steve Harrington}

Fascination Street

Program: Halloween night invites trick and treats of all kinds. Though the small town of Hawkins still celebrates, the reigning fear of the past four years of murder cannot be forgotten. Absolutely smitten by his partner, Steve hopes to spend a sweet night alone together at his house. However, the night takes a turn when things get too freaky. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Slasher, GN! Reader Genre: Angst, Horror/Slasher

Look So Good in Blue

Program: You've found a home in the arms of another. Sure they may not belong to who you originally imagined and daydreamed about, but they hold you safe and sound while pushing you back to your old self. Laughter and child like joy finally lights up the Harrington household, one rainy night. Pairing: Platonic(ish)! Steve Harrington x Platonic(ish), GN!Reader Genre: Fluff, Requested Warnings: Couple of swears, thunderstorms Counselor Note: This is a one off from the Heartbreaker Series under Eddie's section, but it can be read on its own.

Sweet Child of Mine

Program: It's summer and you have no where to be. To be quite honest, there's no where you'd rather be then held close in Steve's arms. Hidden in your own little world and enjoying each other's presence on a sunny, summer afternoon. Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff

With or Without You

Program: It's time to move on. Just about everyone else could easily go about their days, but it felt like there was nothing left. Until Steve Harrington decided to crash your pity party and push you back into reality. Pairing: Platonic(ish)! Steve Harrington x GN, Platonic(ish)! Reader, Best friend! Eddie Munson x Heartbroken! Reader Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Learning to move on Counselor Note: Part Two of The Heartbreaker Series under Eddie's section, but can be read on its own.

Blurbs

Nickname sweetspot when all of your boys call you similar petnames.

Headcanons

Taking a shower with Steve and just cares for you with so much love and attention. Bad food days happen, but when you let Steve in, he does everything in his power to support you how you need. What I think their DnD class would be based of playing for a year and character vibes. What they would wear to a Halloween party and how they would spend the night. Hobbies they have from ones that I have enjoyed some time or another in my life. Fall activities the older kids like to do as a friend group. What movie I want to watch with them and how we watch it. What clothing item would I steal from them to keep/wear. Favorite fall candle and a memory they look fondly back on. How they express their love: love languages. How they feel loved: love languages.

{Eddie Munson}

Good Times Roll

Program: Eddie is the type of boyfriend who will do absolutely everything for you in order to make you happy. But he's also a little shit who can't get enough of you. Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff

Heartbreaker Series

Program: Coming home from college should have meant you had all the time in the world to hang out with your best friend. Coming home, you should have been greeted with a hug and promise of summer fun. Coming home, you found the love of your life finally got the girl of his dreams. Instead, heartbreak greeted you with open arms. Pairing: Best friend!Eddie Munson x GN, in love!Reader, Platonic(ish)! Steve Harrington x GN, Platonic(ish)! Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Learning to move on

Need You Tonight

Program: Finals are stressful enough as a new college student, and your boyfriend doesn't seem to be making it any easier. He just wants a little love, but he needs a reminder that he can't just grab and beg for it. So now, you're left revising your lessons while teaching Eddie a little lesson in patience. Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! Reader Genre: NSFW, Requested

Somebody to Love

Program: A lazy day in, hidden from the world. It's the perfect excuse, as if you ever needed one, to fall further in love with Eddie Munson. But one little quirk of his makes you skeptical of some of his habits. Pairing: Eddie Musnon x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff, Requested

Super Trouper

Program: An unlikely friendship becomes Eddie's safe haven. But this shitty little town has fed him lies and hurt him day after fay, leaving him with thick skin and impenetrable walls. Even after finding comfort in your Sunday getaways, Eddie thinks it too good to be true letting anxiety get the best of him. Until you give hims a peace offering: matching friendship bracelets and a smiling promise. Pairing: Platonic!Eddie Munson x Platonic!Reader Genre: Hurt -> Comfort, Probably?

Blurbs

Hellfire's Captain Munson of the seven seas. Hellfire's Crew and their roles on the ship. Nickname sweetspot when all of your boys call you similar petnames. Nose kisses make Eddie flustered.

Headcanons

What I think their DnD class would be based of playing for a year and character vibes. What they would wear to a Halloween party and how they would spend the night. Hobbies they have from ones that I have enjoyed some time or another in my life. Hellfire's crew alongside Captain Munson, Shepard of Lost Souls. Fall activities the older kids like to do as a friend group. What movie I want to watch with them and how we watch it. What clothing item would I steal from them to keep/wear. Favorite fall candle and a memory they look fondly back on. How they express their love: love languages. How they feel loved: love languages.

{Nancy Wheeler}

Just What I Needed

Program: The last day of vacation calls for a take out, sunset dinner at the beach. Through the course of the night, both lovers desperately just want to show their devotion to their partner. Whether it's capturing memories on film or sharing a soda pop. Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff

Headcanons

What I think their DnD class would be based of playing for a year and character vibes. What they would wear to a Halloween party and how they would spend the night. Hobbies they have from ones that I have enjoyed some time or another in my life. Fall activities the older kids like to do as a friend group. What movie I want to watch with them and how we watch it. What clothing item would I steal from them to keep/wear. Favorite fall candle and a memory they look fondly back on. How they express their love: love languages. How they feel loved: love languages.

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. + 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄, 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

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pairing. eddie munson x reader , steve harrington x reader , robin buckley x reader.

word count. 0.3k

genre and warnings. cute lil headcanons, pet names, tooth rotting fluff, if you squint slightly suggestive, none gender specific | — idk wht the fuck this is, its just something sweet for the fucking kids okay?

Eddie

"I’m sorry you said what, wanna repeat that just one more time, doll?" Eddie teased his eyes, squinting as his lips creased into that iconic shit-eating grin.

His arms were holding him up as he trapped you against the mattress, his chest pressed against yours as you couldn't help the laughter that erupted from your throat, your cheeks practically sore from smiling so hard at your boyfriend.

"I’m kidding, I...I love you too." He grinned, ducking his chin into the crease of your neck, the brush of his whisper against his ear hiding the pale pink flush on his face from you.

Steve

Steve had stopped everything he was doing, the stacks of tapes in his hands tumbling out of his hands and smacking hard against the ground, you know, when cramped up in the back room of the movie shop during his shift.

Steven and Robin would practically sneak you in during closing hours from their manager being the main entertainment.

This was also the reason that they would never tear each other apart during working hours.

"R—really? Like, you're not...joking?" Steve asked, his voice falling into a whisper as Robin was in the other room with a customer. You bit your lip from how close he was pressed against you, let alone stuck tight in a closet together.

"Of course, stupid," you confirmed, sealing it in with a kiss.

Robin

It was like you had clicked on a different part of her brain, Robin, accidentally blowing air into the straw of the milkshake you two were sharing in the back room of ChipsAhoy.

A spray of vanilla ice cream coating your employee uniform makes you flinch away from the cup with a throaty laugh.

Watching a pale flush of pink spread across her freckled-covered face, Robin was definitely surprised by your sudden declaration of emotion.

"I—I knew that," Robin smirked, wiping the stains from her shirt as you two paused, glancing at each other before bursting out laughing. 

"But, you know, I love you too." She admitted it with a chuckle, averting her eyes away from yours before leaping from her seat.

Her arms supported her weight as she reached for your side of the table and pecked your lips quickly before anyone could see.

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SAFE WITH YOU

summary: you get followed home after a party and eddie’s house is the first place you think of

warnings: idk, a group of boys follow reader home and grab her arm, catcall, things like that. apart from that just soft!eddie and lots of fluff

note: i find it really hard to capture eddie’s personality when he speaks 😭😭😭 i’m working on it i promise

you started feeling a little dizzy after your third drink. you didn’t even know what you were drinking, some blue liquid that robin had shoved into your hand.

speaking of robin…where the hell was she?

she had disappeared on you about 30 minutes ago, but with the amount of alcohol in your system right now, you couldn’t seem to care too much.

squinting into the distance, you saw nancy and steve standing closely together by a tree, red cups in hand.

you stumbled over to them, spilling your drink halfway down your top in the process.

“y/n? we’ve been looking all over for you!” steve grabbed your arm, keeping you upright.

“really!!” you shouted. “come on, nance, let’s dance!” you giggled, turning to the makeshift dancefloor around the bonfire.

“uhh-“ nancy pulled your wrist. “y/n, me and steve are leaving. you should too. it’s 2am.”

what??! jesus christ you were sure that it was only midnight two minutes ago.

steve and nancy stood staring at you, waiting for an andwer.

“nooooo” you pouted. “please, dance with me?”

“sorry y/n. it’s late. you should walk home with us.”

“ugh. whatever.” you walked away, hearing them call your name in the distance. you didn’t pay any attention.

looking back now, you were so fucking stupid for not going with them, you were never drinking again.

you danced by yourself instead, and you didn’t see steve or nancy again. not even robin.

by 3am, most people had gone home. you had sobered up a little and gained back some common sense. you really should go home.

you made your way to the main road, it was quicker that way.

you began to walk on the side of the road, realising quickly how quiet and cold it was. your feet dragged as you shivered - fuck, why didn’t you bring a jacket?

within a few minutes, you heard a group of boys behind you. you looked back - there were around four of them, you didn’t know who they were.

they were stumbling on the pavement - obviously drunk. they were shouting too, the noise making you flinch as they came closer.

you picked up your pace a little, trying to shake off the rest of the alcohol. you covered yourself with your arms, hoping they hadn’t noticed you. oh how wrong you were.

“hey, darlin’! where ya’ going?”

oh god - they noticed you. in fact, you could hear them behind you, snickering. how did they get so close so quickly?

your brain was telling you to look behind you, but you couldn’t, fear trapping you in a loop of one foot in front of the other.

it wasn’t until one of the men grabbed your arm that you reacted.

“stop, please.” it sounded like a whisper coming out of your mouth. you backed away.

“hey, pretty girl. wanna come party with us?”

ugh. the pet name made your skin crawl.

“no. i-uh…”

god dammit, why couldn’t you stand up for yourself?

one of them pushed a beer bottle into your face. “come on, don’t be scared darlin’…drink with us. a pretty lady like you shouldn’t be alone at night.”

he stepped forward suddenly and you stumbled back, falling back onto the ground.

your hands hit the ground forcefully and you winced in pain, pulling your skirt down as tears began to fall down your cheeks.

the men laughed, the evil sound digging it’s way into your brain. you scrambled to stand up, turning and running as fast as you could, dirt and mud all over your clothes.

you could hear them cat-calling behind you, and you prayed to god that they weren’t following you.

you could hardly see through your tear-filled eyes, but you recognised the trailer park on your right.

eddie.

the perfect person you needed right now. he would know what to do.

you half-ran, half-stumbled your way to his trailer, hoping you could remember which one was his.

you banged on his door, wiping the tears from your face as you straightened your clothes. you only just realised the cuts on your hands, bloody scabs already forming on your palms.

you kept looking behind you, feeling paranoid as you waited for eddie.

eddie woke to you furiously knocking on his door, the entire trailer shaking with the force of it.

he jumped up startled, maybe it was the neighbours coming to complain again, he thought.

he rubbed his eyes, trying to balance himself after he had stood up to quickly.

finally, eddie opened the door, his expression changing in an instant.

“y/n?”

god it was good to see him.

you stepped closer. “eddie, i-uh-i was at a party and, a-and-“. you couldn’t carry on, tears brimming at your eyes again.

“woah-“ he stepped down to your level, wrapping his arm around your side. he caught you just in time as you fell into him, your body collapsing.

he pulled you into his lounge, making his way towards the couch. you welcomed the warm air, clutching onto eddie’s t-shirt with grubby hands.

“it’s okay, it’s okay sweetheart, i’m here.” he sat down, pulling you onto his lap sideways.

you hid your face in his neck, silently crying onto his t-shirt. eddie was curious as to what had happened with you but for now, he was more than happy to comfort you in the dark like this.

after a while, your breathing slowed and you felt ready to talk about what had happened.

you lifted your head up, sniffling quietly. eddie cupped your face with his hands, the cold rings a contrast to your hot, teary face.

“you wanna talk about it?” eddie asked.

you nodded, shifting until you were sat up a little straighter. “i went to a party a-and got a bit drunk.” you spoke slowly, “everyone had left so i was walking home and these boys - they, they started following me.”

you felt eddie’s body tense beneath you.

“one of them grabbed my arm, they were saying stupid shit and i fell over and i just - i just started running.”

eddie clenched his fists, thinking about how scared and alone you were out there in the woods.

“holy shit. do you know them? are they from school?”

“n-no, i don’t know. i’ve never seen them before.”

talking about it again made you shiver, tucking yourself back in against eddie. you realised then that you were still wearing dirt-covered clothes, eddie seemed to notice.

“how about we get those hands cleaned up hmm? and a change of clothes?”

you nodded, climbing off eddie’s lap.

suddenly, something hit the roof of eddie’s trailer, startling you. you gasped, grabbing onto eddie’s forearm.

“don’t worry, it’s just a twig. they fall from the trees and hit the roof sometimes when it’s windy.”

you attempted to smile, releasing his arm from the death grip you had on it. “sorry.”

eddie chuckled, entwining your fingers with his. “don’t apologise.”

he sat you down in the bathroom, pulling a few essentials from the cupboard.

“this is gonna sting a little.” he held your hand out flat, cleaning your wounds with disinfectant on cotton wool.

you flinched at the pain, shutting your eyes.

“sorry, sweetheart.” eddie frowned, he didn’t like seeing you like this. he was used to your usual smiley, bubbly self in school.

eddie finished as quickly as possible, wrapping your palms in clean bandages. “anywhere else that needs mending?” he inspected the rest of your body, tickling behind your knees and across your collarbones.

you burst out laughing, pushing his arms away.

“there’s that smile i love so much.” he pressed a soft kiss to your palms.

“thank you, doctor.” you giggled.

“you can sleep here tonight.“ he scratched the back of his neck. “it’s nearly 4am.”

as soon as he said that, you realised how exhausted you were, the events of the night had worn you out mentally and physically.

“where’s your uncle?” you wondered.

“um, he’s at work. it’s just us.”

you giggled to break the awkward silence. you noticed then your face in the mirror, black streaks of makeup all down your face from crying.

“oh my god, i look a mess. eddie, do you have any makeup remover?”

“uhh, not really something i put on the grocery list, love.”

you laughed, shoving his shoulder.

“hang on, i might be able to find a flannel somewhere.”

you washed up, brushing your teeth with one of eddie’s spare ones. he gave you his hellfire t-shirt to wear, along with a pair of his boxers.

eddie averted his eyes when you walked into his bedroom, he’d never seen your bare legs before.

“sorry it’s a little messy, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

you giggled, admiring the posters on his wall and the little things around his room that were just so very eddie.

his bed was unmade, and you remembered that before all of this, eddie was sleeping soundly.

you climbed into his bed, sitting on top of the sheets.

you picked the bed side closest to the wall, farthest from the door, you felt safer that way. as if eddie’s body was like a barrier that could protect you from anything.

you waited for eddie, watching him closely as he changed into new pyjamas. he sat down beside you, and leaned against the headboard, a small lamp on his bedside table was iluminating your faces in golden light.

you pushed yourself up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“sorry for waking you up.” you mumbled.

“don’t say that.” eddie wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his fingers combing gently through your hair. “never say that. anytime, for any reason, you come to me, okay?”

“okay.”

you both climbed under the covers. you were overwhelmed by the smell of him at first. it was comforting, and you tried to be discreet as you pulled the duvet up to your nose.

eddie turned the lamp off, darkness falling over the room. he turned onto his side to face you, his arm was holding himself up, elbow bent.

you felt trapped between him and the wall, in a good way. safe, even.

you stared at his figure in the darkness. you could only just make out his bug eyes, and his long, curly hair falling over his face.

it began to rain outside, the wet pitter hitting the window softly.

“promise me you’ll wake me up if you get anxious or scared.”

“i promise.” you yawned, turning until you were huddled into his side.

you pressed yourself against him, surrounding yourself in his warmth and smell. you wrapped an arm around his torso, clutching at the back of his t-shirt.

your hands were freezing, and eddie was deliciously warm, you just couldn’t resist. you slipped your hand under his shirt, pressing your cold palm and fingertips to the bottom of his back.

eddie hissed at the sudden coldness, his back arching further into you. you giggled against his neck.

eddie’s hand came up and held your head against his chest, kissing along your hairline. you could feel him smiling against your forehead. he was so warm and cosy like this, making you forget all about that stupid fucking party.

“you’re safe with me, baby.”

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Idk if you do one shots inspired in songs, but if so, Would you mind doing one with a Taylor Swift's song which is called "The 1"? With Mason Mount please

< i love taylor so much and i really hope i didn’t completely butcher this, but thanks for the challenge :) >

MASON MOUNT ONESHOT

the 1

( WARNING: little bit of angst and fluff?, swearing )

word count: 1.8k

Things don’t often go as we expect them to, and it’s often incredibly difficult to replan your life around that massive change and adapt your lifestyle so you can — in reality — live again.

It’s like trying to find your feet when you’re in the air — it feels impossible but you know with time you’ll eventually meet the ground again.

That’s what it felt like when you and Mason broke up four years ago.

You were fresh out of uni and at the time, you really thought he’d be it for you, and honestly, so did he. A break up thrown into the mix of having to navigate adult life just seemed to put a huge stopper on all your plans; the holiday you two had both booked for a weekend away in Ireland, the meals out with friends that you had to cancel, and the house showings you were set to attend.

Looking back on your relationship now, you realise it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to end up with Mason. All the years and effort and time put into loving him were — without a doubt — some of the best years of your life (at that stage in life), and did you regret it?

Not one single bit.

But four years is the perfect amount of time to heal, remove the salt from the wound and finish grieving.

But he was here. In real life.

You’d imagined running into him in the supermarket or on a night out with your friends, but a bus stop?

That one was weird. Mainly because you both hated catching the bus with a burning passion.

But it lead to a catch up over coffee.

It was a quiet place, out of the way of the usual lunchtime hustle and bustle in the city, and for that you were grateful. You could hear your own thoughts.

It was awkward at first, you couldn’t keep your eyes from fixating on his figure, his features, because four years can really change a person. He was much broader, his hair a little shorter, but he was still that same Mason you once loved.

You knew that because the first thing he did when he sat down was offer you that cheeky, charming smile that had you hooked from the second you met.

He’d asked how you were, and you answered honestly: you were living well, your best life, and to the fullest. And you knew and he knew that it wasn’t a lie.

He could tell by the smile on your face and the new, sparkling band on your wedding finger. He half expected that blow to sting a little — that you’d found someone and he hadn’t, but he was never one to be bitter whatsoever, at least, not when it came to you.

Instead, he offered his congratulations and the only inkling of regret he held was not being there when it happened.

I guess you never know, never know,

And if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed,

And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow,

And it’s alright now.

There was silence after that.

You had one thing on your mind, and you knew by the way he was looking at you that he was also thinking the same thing.

You took a sip of your coffee.

He mirrored your actions, seemingly startled when you placed your mug onto your saucer, the chink of porcelain against porcelain echoing around the small shop cutting through the previous quietness.

“I think I hated you for a while.” You murmured, and if Mason wasn’t leant over the table slightly, he would’ve missed the statement completely.

He nodded in understanding, his brown eyes shining with the faintest hint of guilt.

“I think I was so frustrated with the idea that we just…didn’t work, and I blamed it on you.” You paused, fingers twisting your rings.

He paused, mulling over his words, “And now? Still hate me now?”

You bit back a small smile and met his eyes, “No…I think it’d take a whole load of bad shit to get me to hate you.”

He smiled.

“That’s good to know.”

“I mean, I think it was a long time coming anyway, that break up.”

“It didn’t feel right for a while.”

“No,” you agreed, “as much as it hurt to admit, I think we just failed…as a couple. There was a point where we were just together for the sake of not giving up on the relationship, but with no real reason to continue.”

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool,

And if my wishes came true,

It would've been you,

In my defense, I have none,

For never leaving well enough alone,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

He seemed to ponder over your words, and although he never voiced it, he came to the conclusion that you’d just put into words — perfectly — the itch that had been tickling his brain for the past few years.

“Despite that, you can’t deny that we weren’t something…” he started, before breaking off and shaking his head, as if the mere thought was ridiculous.

“We were something special. I think, had things stayed like they were in the beginning, that…you and I…” you waved your hand, tilting your head, and he nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Me too. I think…in another life we could have made each other happy. It would have been fun.”

The words ‘if you would’ve been the one’ echoed in your head, and despite the passive aggressiveness of your conscience, you found yourself holding back a smile.

“Water fights in winter and eggs with ketchup…perfect. I’d never have gotten tired of that.” You mused, and he spluttered slightly on his coffee, laughing along with you in what felt like a decade.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit,

Having adventures on your own,

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home,

We never painted by the numbers, baby,

But we were making it count,

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

“Then again, who knows? Maybe you’ll fall over in the airport and some lucky person will help you off the floor—”

“You’re about to say something cheesy, aren’t you?” Mason covered his mouth, scrunching his nose in anticipation as you nodded.

“All this nostalgic bullshit has me emotional! I swear, just this once…just this once, and I promise you can laugh about it afterwards.” You swore, holding out your pinkie for confirmation.

He didn’t hesitate, and linked your pinkie.

“You’ll find someone else. It’ll be love at first sight—hey, let me have this moment…maybe love at second sight, knowing you… you’ll go to some really magical place and have the most amount of fun you’re ever gonna have…hikes, skydiving, looking after animals I’m sanctuaries…you’re gonna have the time of your life — like Grey and Swayze.” You sniggered, unable to hold in your laughs at the ridiculous scenarios.

Mason pulled a face, unable to hide a smile.

“Okay, okay. End of story: they’ll be perfect. The Chandler to your Monica or the Robin to your Ted. But, you understand what I’m talking about, right?” You asked, sighing out of frustration.

“You’re saying I’ll find my person.” He concluded, sitting back in his chair.

“Yeah.”

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family,

And it would've been sweet,

If it could've been me,

In my defense, I have none,

For digging up the grave another time,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

“Like…your grandma and grandad. I want what they have.” Mason smiled.

“They’ll be pleased to hear that,” you said, “I don’t think they’re quite over us yet. You were too…you at family meals. They fell in love with you too.”

This time Mason really laughed. Really laughed. He threw his head back and the people working at the counter turned to look at him, fighting their own smiles at his carefree nature.

What you’d said wasn’t even that funny.

“Too me? Thanks, I think?”

“Oh, that’s definitely a compliment. You’re too damn charming for your own good, it’s a problem. You should come with a warning label on your forehead: EASY TO LOVE.”

“That’ll solve a lot of problems.”

There was silence.

It was relieving to say the least.

“That whole conversation was about four years too late.” You said, pursing your lips.

“Better late than never.” Mason murmured, his eyes trained on you.

The pressure on your shoulders was lifted. All the things that needed to be said were said.

As time passes, the wound heals — sometimes, but in your case, that was true, as hard as it was to come to that conclusion — and it suddenly became easier to recall the loss of what might have been without bringing you back to wishing it would be again.

It was nice.

“Would it be totally inappropriate—”

“Not at all.” You interrupted, shrugging at his raised eyebrows.

“You didn’t know what I was going to say.” He chuckled.

“I’ll have you know that years of knowing you granted me the issue of knowing what you’re going to say,” You said, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.

“What was I going to say?” He challenged, “If you get it right, I’ll get you tickets to the next game.”

You raised your brows.

“Confident, are we?”

He shrugged, a smug smirk on his lips.

“I don’t think it’s totally inappropriate to be friends.” At your words, he slumped in his chair, hands going to cover his face.

“No.” He groaned, repeating the word like a mantra as you pumped the air with your fist.

“Three tickets to the next game in the bag.” You bragged.

“Honestly.” He whined, peeling his hands away. “Why are you so difficult?”

“You offered the terms.”

“Why am I so dumb?” He rephrased.

“Ah, I'm afraid only you can answer that one.”

“The brain cells I have left don’t have enough energy to come up with an answer to a question as philosophical as that one—yes, it was philosophical to me, okay?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” You promised, putting your hands in the air in surrender.

“Just remember who’s going to give you those tickets, yeah?” He teased, sitting up.

“Abusing your power, nice move.”

“Oh…shut up.”

“Weak.” You coughed, trying to disguise the fact you said anything.

He looked straight at you, highly unimpressed by your tactics.

“Very original.” Was all he said.

“Is it supposed to be this easy?” You blurted out, spitting out the words before you could rethink the consequences of them being thrown into the abyss between you and Mason.

He knitted his brows together in thought.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, “but we were friends way before, it’s not hard to fall back into old habits. I think that’s why it’s so easy.”

[angrelysimpping]

Ffff, already got enough for another "gross" post

Contains: Kylar (obviously), Black Wolf (and piss), general unhygienic stuff, Eden (and piss), a wee bit of Bailey

very last one is @bloodpenned upping the ante on Gross Kylar Stuff💕 with menstruation

Piss stuff is fairly tame tbh...the menstruation stuff not so much....

Again, not something inherently gross, and yet

Is this how he got the idea for the cum jar? Or was Kylar the inspiration for the cum jar?

Ye v_v i honestly wouldn't mind if it ment only Black Wolf would try to fuck us.

If other wolves keep trying after Black Wolf has already laid claim, they fight the offender in front of the whole pack then they piss on their mate right then and there so no one can claim they misunderstood.

Hdkskfj

Whips his dick out and you think he wants you to suck him off but he grabs you by the hair to keep you still while he pisses on your face

That......that can't..... that cannot work well!?

I can't belive you made me read the word "cumlection" with my own eyes (/lh).

Do you think he labels them so he knows what each block of cum was produced and then matches the reason that cum block exists to the nature of the sculpture he makes?

Anon, you take that question mark out of there (/lh). But seriously, if you mention "dick cheese," it's getting slaped into a "gross" post

Low Dom Alex isn't going to stop you. High dom Alex might ask you to clean him up a bit after a long day working the farm.

Avery finds it gross. Kind of likes that you're willing to do something like that for him, but still. Might let you as a reward. Still bathes afterwards.

Eden is into the idea, in theory. In practice, he'll let you do it only when in the tub together.

Kylar let's you. He adores it.

Low confidence Robin well let you but high confidence Robin won't.

Sydney is Robin in reverse. Pure Sydney won't let you but corrupt Sydney will.

Fuck man, Whitney's going to demand you clean his dick in the middle of the hall so everyone knows what a filthy slut you are. His filthy slut.

Ffffff, that can't be healthy! Plz! For the love of fuck, at least put the money in a condom!

Then, you can fling the cum covered condom at Bailey and tell him that's his payment. 🤗

I feel like this is this gross posts winner. This one made me gag. Do not kiss this man.

Ooooh, you said meat doll and my brain unlocked a show called Mr. Meaty and idk what to do with this new memory @_@

Honestly, feel like Kylar just makes images of their darling at all time. They even doodle you in the margins of library books, after all.

Bless you for bringing it up for I did not have the guts.

Kylar fingering herself while on her period and then slipping her fingers in your mouth. Kylar "forgetting" to warn you she's on her period until your already eating her out. Specifically hysterical Kylar trying to insert her used tampon into you as a way of sharing blood.

She wears your underwear and masturbates in them, cumming in them and letting the wet patch dry out before tucking your now soiled undies back with the clean ones. She's gone as far as completely stuffing your underwear in her pussy before, but she's always a little afraid of it getting stuck and having to admit to you what happened.

Will use her period blood as lube when (not if, because she's def doing this) she uses a strap on.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

You’ll Have To Come and Find Me - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne Summary: Damian runs into someone on his way to the League of Lazarus’ tournament. The last person he wanted to see. The last person who should have been looking for him. A/N: Just a thought in my brain that wouldn’t quit. Dialogue heavy. Shittily written idk. ‘Polarize’ by TwentyOne Pilots is such a Damian song to me, and was in my head while writing this, so inspired the title. Might continue this idea a little bit as the Robin series continues, who knows.

~~

He was counting the money from his fight with King Snake as he walked into the café. That’s why he didn’t notice. That’s why he didn’t see.

That’s what he told himself.

But after he walked in the door, he found himself freezing as he looked up.

No.

He’d been so careful, so deliberate. He didn’t leave any traces. He knew he didn’t. There was no way they could find him.

And of course, he couldn’t even back out now. Couldn’t sneak back out of the restaurant, back into the darkness. Because Timothy Drake was already lowering his cup of tea and raising his head to look at him.

They stared at each other for a second. Two. Three. Four. Five. Faces blank, mouths shut.

Then Tim smiled, turned towards the café’s counter and waved. The barista nodded and started on a drink.

Nope. No turning back now.

“How did you find me?” Damian demanded as he stomped forward. Tim motioned to the empty, waiting, chair across from him. A glass of water was already there, as was an empty plate.

Tim shrugged. “Wasn’t that hard.”

“Liar.” Damian spat. “I covered my tracks. I made sure-”

“You made sure Bruce couldn’t find you.” Tim countered, pulling his napkin onto his lap. “And I am not Bruce.”

“…Oracle is smarter than you.” Damian tried.

“Absolutely.” Tim took another sip of his tea. “But I know you better.”

“You don’t know me at all.” Damian crossed his arms. He nodded a thanks to the waiter as he brought Damian’s drink, and a basket of bread. It was tea, like Tim’s, and he could see two sugar cubes dissolving in the bottom.

…His preferred preparation.

He never told Tim how he liked his tea. He never told Tim he liked tea at all.

He glanced up to the elder. Tim smiled behind his own cup and raised his eyebrows. See?

Damian huffed, taking the drink. “What do you want?”

“To find you. Duh.”

“To what, mock me? Remind me of my failures? Rub it in my face that once again you prove you’re better than me?” Damian listed. But as he spoke, Tim’s amused face fell back into stoic, blank.

“No. I wouldn’t do that in the first place. Not…” He lowered his cup once more, stared into the liquid. “Not now, anyway.”

Damian narrowed his eyes, gaze bouncing around Tim’s face, trying to read it. Trying to figure his predecessor out.

“Really?” Damian drawled in disbelief. “So, you’re not here to gloat about how Father gave you Robin back?”

Damian was surprised to see Tim’s face darken, just a little. “I didn’t want it back. He forced it on me in a weird grief-fueled crusade after you disappeared.” Tim glanced up. “A lot’s happened since you left.”

“I’ve been back since I renounced Robin. All this tracking me and you didn’t know that?”

“No, I mean, even since then.” Tim sighed. “…Did you know Dick had regained his memories before you helped save him and the family?”

Damian pursed his lips, stared at the basket of bread. “…No.”

“…How are you feeling about that?” Tim asked softly.

“I don’t need your pathetic brand of therapy, Drake.” Damian snapped.

“I’m not trying to play therapist, I’m just trying to make sure my little brother is okay.” Tim shot back just as harshly. “Especially since he’s running off to some secret tournament that he could die in.”

Tim’s mouth clamped shut then, and Damian watched him. “…How did you know about that?”

“That’s not important, here, okay, I just-”

“It is to me.” Damian countered. “Tell me or I’m leaving.”

Tim glowered back at him. “I’ll follow you.”

“Not if I break your leg.”

“Why do you…!” Tim cut himself off in a sigh, slumped back in his chair. “I got word Talia was in town, followed her tracks. Saw the security footage from her apartment when you went and met her. Heard about that League of Lazarus thing and looked into it.”

“How did you look into it?” Damian asked. “Even I didn’t know about it. And if Mother wasn’t forthcoming with me, I can’t see her being a source of information for you.”

Now it was Tim’s turn to cross his arms and look away.

Damian studied him for a moment, then let his eyes go wide. “…You didn’t.”

“Look, I said it didn’t matter-”

“You did not contact Grandfather for information.” Damian practically begged. “Drake!”

“You know as well as I do he’ll give me anything I want if I’m the one to reach out to him.” Tim reassured quickly. “And sorry if my brother’s safety is a good reason for me to contact an enemy!”

Damian glared at him for a moment before looking at the clean white plate. “…Stop calling me your brother.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Damian-”

“Because after what I’ve done, I don’t deserve the title.”

Tim paused then, stared right back. Sighed and leaned forward to grab his tea again.

“What happened wasn’t your fault.” Tim whispered. “Definitely not Dick, not Alfred…especially not Alfred…I know you think it is, and trust me, I get that. I felt the same back when my dad died. Bruce.” A moment. “…You.”

Damian glanced up at him.

“I get that you think it was. Because you were there, because you’re supposed to be a hero, that’s what the world thinks you are, but…It’s not, Damian. It never was. You’re just a kid. A kid in a shitty, traumatic situation.” Tim hesitated, and Damian watched as he swallowed a lump in his throat. “And we just want you to come home.”

“Why?” Damian asked quietly. “I’ll do nothing but hurt all of you.”

“Can I make a counterpoint to that?” Tim asked. “What do you think you’re doing to us now? Disappearing? We don’t know how you are, or if you’re even alive. Don’t you think that’s hurting us too?”

“…It shouldn’t.”

“Well. It does.” Tim sniffed. “That’s why I’m here. That’s part of why Babs became Oracle again. That’s why Dick wants to use the fortune Alfred left him to find you.”

“Forget about me.” Damian shook his head. “You’ll all be better off. Grayson especially.”

“A matter of personal opinion. An opinion I highly disagree with.” Tim shrugged. “And just because Dick, arguably, loves you the most, therefore is the most heartbroken with you not there, doesn’t mean he’ll be better off if you just…vanish from his life like you weren’t ever there in the first place.”

“He thrived without any memories of me as the cab driver, so we have proof that he would be.” Damian explained. “Besides. Time heals all wounds. Or whatever. You’ll all forget about me if you give yourself the chance to.”

“And I think you dying is proof that we won’t, and can’t.” Tim leaned forward more, reaching for Damian’s hand. Damian allowed him to take it. “Which is why I’m here.”

“I’m not going back to Gotham, Drake. I can’t.” Damian murmured, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I’m not…I can’t be there. Right now.”

“I know. I know I said we want you home, but I never said I was taking you back. I told you I’m out here to find you.”

“Well. Congratulations.” Damian said bitterly. “You did.”

Tim smiled. “Great.” He squeezed Damian’s hand and released it. “So, where’s this island? For the tournament?”

Damian furrowed his brows. “What?”

“I’m not taking you home. I promise.” Tim let his grin widen, become just a little too shit-eating. “But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you.”

“…You’re not serious.”

“My goal was to find you. And not lose you again. The only way to do that is to not leave you, in my deductions.” Tim winked. “Besides, you were right – this Lazarus Tournament sounds interesting. And concerning. You’re gonna need backup. More than the folks we know who are gonna be there already, anyway.”

“…How do you know who’s in the tournament?” Damian asked slowly. Tim just pursed his lips, blinked, and grinned. Damian sighed. “After this tournament, I’m making sure my grandfather never contacts you again.”

“Hey, sometimes it’s nice having a super-villain obsessed with you.” Tim shrugged. “Helped me get you back, after all.”

“All the more reason I’ll have to kill him.”

Tim laughed at that, took a piece of bread for himself. “…You okay with me tagging along?”

Damian sipped his tea. “Not in the slightest.”

“Good.” Tim glanced at his watch. “About an hour until your boat arrives. That’s enough time for you to rest a little while we figure out an outline of a plan to take out this League of Lazarus.”

At that, Tim turned, digging in the backpack he had hanging off his chair. Damian watched him as he pulled out papers and notebooks, dropping them on the table between them.

And he didn’t want it. Didn’t deserve it. His family deserved better. Drake deserved better. Drake had better things to do than chase him, a failure, across the world, and hardly for either of their own sakes. All for the sake of their family. Because Tim loved them. Because Damian loved them. Because Tim loved Damian too.

“…Drake?” Damian whispered. Tim glanced up. “…Thank you for finding me.”

Tim blinked, and let his face drop into a smile. “Any time, little brother.”

[troubatrain]

set it up - a. beauvillier

a/n: i started this idk 9000 years ago with three different hockey boys but i’ve never written for tito and this could be 6k words of absolute garbage but i think you guys will like it?? it was inspired when i watching the Netflix movie Set It Up, which I absolutely love because who doesn’t love a romcom. I wanna thank @nazdaddy​ for giving it a quick read like halfway through to hype me up you’re a real one!!

You felt sick.

Your feet hurt, your head was pounding and you were absolutely soaked. It started in the morning, waking up late for and having to sacrifice your morning coffee so your boss wouldn’t kill you. Then there was the workday from hell, skipping lunch to work on a project because your boss’s son had a brain the size of a raisin. By the time five rolled around, a storm had sweeped into New York, soaking the city streets on a day when you didn’t have an umbrella on hand. The subway packed, and by the time you’d gotten back to your apartment you were absolutely exhausted. You were looking forward to a night in, a glass of wine and ordering take out.

Then you were met with the sight of a pink scrunchie, sparkling against your door and stopping you dead in your tracks.

Rose was your best friend, and that was the sole reason why you haven’t murdered her yet. You’d lived with Rose since you were freshman in college, randomly paired up as roommates and you got lucky she turned out to be your friend. In all of those years, she’d been with the same guy who she met approximately four hours after you moved into your dorm. Cam was great, until one day he just wasn’t. Rose still didn’t know what happened, but after grieving the longest relationship she’d ever been in for months, she was finally ready to start dating again. Turns out, dating again, was going to ruin your life.

You furrow your eyebrows, rubbing your hand over your eyes and trying to remember if she mentioned having anyone over. You open your phone, remembering how you turned on do not disturb sometime after she sent you her tenth meme of the day while you were working your ass off.

Having Kyle over for dinner - among other things, can you stay out for a bit?

You lean your head back, letting out a small scream in frustration. You hear a laugh behind you, and you turn around to be met by your neighbor. Anthony Beauvillier was an okay neighbor. He was quiet, usually giving you some sort of heads up that he’d been having a party which was rare. You knew he was gone most of the time because of hockey, but you never cared to ask any questions further than that. One thing you did notice about your neighbor, was just how handsome he looked in a suit on the rare occasion you caught him in the elevator.

“You okay?” Anthony asks, turning his head to the side, “Are you locked out?”

“No,” You sigh, debating whether or not you really needed to drop this on him, “Rose has a friend over, and I missed her text to tell me to stay out.”

“But you’re soaked,” Anthony points out, pointing to the water that was dripping off of you, “Come by me.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that, I’ll just-” You start to decline his invite, but his eyes were kind while they were staring at you, an amused smile on his face.

“C’mon Y/N, I’ll get you some dry clothes,” Anthony smiles, opening up his apartment door and insisting you came in, “And I’m not going to cook all of this for myself.”

Anthony holds up the grocery bags in his hand, soft eyes and a smile to match staring back at you. You nod, taking the invitation inside because it beat sloshing around in your heels, “Thanks Anthony.”

“You can call me Beau if you want,” Anthony shrugs, pointing down the hallway of the apartment that was identical to yours, “My rooms down there take whatever you want.”

Anthony moves around his kitchen, his mind wandering about why he felt compelled to invite her neighbor inside. Really he felt bad, you looked like you were having an awful day and getting sexiled from your own apartment probably would have been enough to break you. Anthony was tired too, his body was sore from a rough practice earlier that day. Not to mention the team was on a five game losing streak and while Anthony knew he could be doing more himself, he knew Mat wasn’t playing up to usual standards either.

Mat was a mess, and it was starting to drive Anthony absolutely crazy. He thought he was in love, a random girl he followed on Instagram who he took out a few times. Mat thought it was something, turns out she thought it was something casual. Now, his usual cocky and charismatic best friend was just a sad shell of himself. Selfishly, Anthony wanted him to get over it because if he did then they’d probably win a few more games and Trotz wouldn’t have them skate until someone threw up.

Then it hit him, the second you walked back into the kitchen with his clothes hanging off your frame while you pulled your hair back an idea came to Anthony’s head. If you wanted peace and quiet, he could give it to you, “Does Rose do this a lot?”

“Lately,” You sigh, sitting at the barstool next to the island, “Her boyfriend broke up with and after she cried for a few months she decided to be single and that’s ruining my life.”

“What if I could help?” Anthony asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“You don’t need to let me into your place because Rose is-” You go to tell him no - whatever idea he had couldn’t be a fix all solution for your current problem.

“My teammate Mat, he’s single, and honestly sad, but he does have his own place where Rose can spend all her time…” Anthony suggests, dragging out his last words to give you a minute to think.

“What if they don’t even like each other?” You ask, stating what you thought should be the obvious.

“We’ll just set them up on a few dates, I’ll give Mat advice that you give me and it’ll all work out,” Anthony argues back, “We’re in complete control here.”

“But then it’s not real,” You remind him, that if you told Mat exactly how to date Rose it wouldn’t be Mat dating Rose at all.

“Does it matter?” Anthony asks, “You get a quiet apartment and my team gets a few wins, “What's the harm?”

“The harm is our friend's feelings,” You say, your hands in the air while you continued to talk. You were stopped by a ding on your phone, a text from Rose giving you a fair warning that her friend was staying over. You roll your eyes, “You know what - fine.”

“Really? You’re in?”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

***

You didn’t know why Anthony had you meeting him at the coffee shop just a few blocks away from your building, but judging by the all black outfit he was sporting, something told you that it was because he was taking this set up thing too seriously.

“Are we spies now?” You ask, slipping into the chair and crossing your arms, “Because if we are you aren’t doing a very good job.”

“I’m not doing a good job? You’re wearing yellow,” Anthony says, “You could not be any more obvious.”

“Whatever, when’s Mat going to get here?” You ask, grabbing the coffee Anthony had waiting for you.

The plan was simple, Anthony knew that Mat knew who Rose was to some capacity, because Mat had told his friend on more than one occasion about how hot his neighbors were. So, you were both going to force them to actually speak to each other. Anthony suggested just telling them that you were setting them up on a date, but you insisted that if this was going to work they would have to think this happened without the will of the two of you. So you both invited them to the same place, and after you both conveniently miss your plans they would have to run into eachother.

“He should be here soon, I tipped the barista $40 to mix up their coffees and let us watch from their kitchen,” Anthony explains, holding up to his end of the plan, “Which by the way, was way more than I think they would have taken.”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be okay,” You roll your eyes, reminding him that you were living with Rose to keep your rent down while Anthony could live alone comfortably, “Shit, I see them.”

You both got up, sneaking into the back where the barista who was working just shook her head at the two of you. You peek out, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Anthony wraps his arm around your chest, pulling you back into him, “I swear if you get caught.”

You try to push the thought about how good Anthony smelled, or how nice his arm felt around you while you tried to focus on Rose who just grabbed Mat’s coffee by accident. Mat tells her it’s his, a joke about how familiar she looked following shortly after. Their conversation was brief, and for a minute you thought maybe it wasn’t going to work. Then you saw Mat slip his phone out of his pocket, holding it out for Rose to take.

“Oh my god, it’s working,” You exclaim, Anthony’s hand flying over your mouth immediately. He mumbled something in French, and there was no way you were going to be able to make it out. Anthony’s phone dings, and he pulls it out to show a text from Mat sent promptly after Rose was out of the cafe.

I think I just asked your neighbor out.

Anthony was beaming, pulling his hand off your mouth while you both watched Mat leave the shop, “This date needs to be perfect.”

“It will be as long as you listen to me,” You say, turning around to cross your arms at him, “Because if this is going to work-”

“You almost blew our cover, I’m in charge here,” Anthony scoffs, “You’re like the worst sidekick in the world.”

“You’re the sidekick here.”

“No it’s you, you’re Robin and I’m Batman.”

***

“Here?”

“No.”

“How about this one?”

“God, no she hates seafood.”

You’d been trying to figure out where you were going to set up Mat and Rose’s first date for hours. Every restaurant Anthony mentioned just wasn’t enough, and Mat was dying for some help from his friend. Anthony was frustrated, mostly with you for not just choosing something and calling it a day.

“This is why you’re single, by the way, because these places are just meh,” You argue, pulling his laptop from his hands, “Where’s the romance?”

“I’ll have you know I’m very romantic,” Anthony scoffs, not having any of your shit, “Ask any girl I’ve ever dated.”

“Seems like they’re all gone, wonder why,” You hum, scrolling through the Google search.

“Fine, how about this? He takes her to a show because you said she loves musicals,” Anthony suggests, pulling the laptop from your hands, “After Mat sets up a dinner by his place because he’s got a sick rooftop and if all goes to plan Rose will be there all night.”

You whip your head around to look at the man next to you, a grin on his face because he very well may have nailed it when it came to a first date. It was simple, yet fancy enough to keep Rose interested, “That just might work.”

You kept your mouth closed about why keeping Rose out all night was going to work for you. You had a date with someone you matched with on Hinge who seemed nice enough and the opportunity to take him home at the end of the night didn’t seem like a bad move. You didn’t want to let that information slip to Anthony, and you didn’t know why. You didn’t like him, and you were pretty positive he was only putting up with you because you were both trying to set Mat and Rose up.

“It’s a date then?” Anthony asks, pulling out his phone to give Mat all the details about the date he should be taking his neighbor on. Anthony made it clear to Mat he’d know, despite the fact that before the other night Anthony hadn’t had so much as a conversation with Rose or yourself. However, he had you and you knew Rose better than anyone.

***

You sat across from your date, twirling the glass of wine in your hand while he talked about his family. Ben was nice, and honestly you were enjoying his company. The restaurant was almost perfect, because knowing it made your rejection list for Mat and Rose’s first date location wasn’t something you could shake. Ben had to be oblivious to it, a delighted smile on his face from across you. Your phone rang on the table, and Anthony’s number popped up for the third time that evening. You knew Rose and Mat were well into their date at this point, and you had the night planned so perfectly nothing could possibly go wrong.

“You can take that if you need to,” Ben suggests, a gentle tone to his voice. You nod, feeling a little bad for stepping away from your conversation to answer the call.

“I’m on a date,” You grit out the second you were out of Ben’s earshot, “Someone better be dead Beau.”

“We’re about to be,” Anthony huffs out, “The chef Mat hired canceled and I have all of these ingredients and I know how to cook three things and they aren’t steak.”

“Beau,” You whisper harshly, “Figure. It. Out.”

“Absolutely not, if this tanks you’re coming down with me,” Anthony begs, “Please come to Mat’s and help me.”

So you did. You loved Rose too much to let this blow up in your face because of Anthony’s inability to cook a meal. Ben was understanding, accepting the excuse that you weren’t feeling well and even offering to pay for your cab back home. You declined, because you didn’t have the heart to tell him you had to bail out Anthony.

By the time you finally got to Mat’s, you could hear a string of curses on the other side of the door and the smell of something burning. You walked in and a pan was practically on fire while Anthony turned around frantically.

“Oh my god, move,” You demand, grabbing the pan and turning down the stove, “You really can’t cook anything?”

Anthony was dumbfounded, standing in Mat’s kitchen letting his eyes wander down your bare legs. You looked good and if you weren’t about to chew him out Anthony might have said something. But you were standing in front of him, arms crossed while you waited for him to say something. When he didn’t you sighed, pushing him out of the way and getting to work.

“Make yourself useful and set the damn table,” You demand, pointing a spatula in his direction. This dinner had to be perfect if this was going to work. You relished in the silence, getting to work on the dinner that you were left to save.

“So how was your date?” You hear Anthony’s voice float back into the apartment, and you turn around to give him a dirty look, “Or did I ruin that?”

“You didn’t totally ruin it, Ben was nice,” You shrug, not really wanting to get into it. The thing was, Ben was nice and that seemed to be a rare thing to find. Sure, you could have done without the boring work talk, but it was better than some of the other dates you’d been on lately.

“Hm, just nice?” Anthony stifles a a laugh, closing his mouth immediately when your eyes narrowed at him, “Sorry. I’ll leave probably boring but nice Ben alone.”

“I used to think you were nice, you know?” You snark back, plating the dinner just as Mat slipped in to grab the food.

“Dude you’re a lifesaver,” Mat immediately thanks Anthony and you had to roll your eyes at the sigh, “Wait aren’t you-”

“Rose’s roommate, uh yeah, she cooks all the time so I called her,” Anthony rushes to explain, the idea that Mat would recognize you going right over his head in a panic.

“Well, thanks you guys really saved my ass,” Mat says, grabbing two plates and heading up to the roof where you knew Rose was probably checking her teeth in nervous panic. 

It took forever to clean up the kitchen, Anthony’s sad initial attempt to cook was disastrous. You probably didn’t help, and by the time you were done cooking you had used every pan in Mat’s apartment. You could hear Rose’s voice in the hall and you both looked at each other in a panic. Anthony grabbed your hand, pulling you into the nearest closet to the kitchen.

“Quiet,” Anthony whispers, your mind far too distracted by your head pressed against his chest to care about just how small this closet was. You were trying to steady your own breathing, the closet was small and when Anthony took up most of the space you could feel a bit of anxiety creeping in. You wrap your arms around his waist, your fingers digging into his sides to grab a hold of quite literally anything. Anthony can feel it, how nervous you were so he took a chance and carded his fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you down just a little bit, “Just wait until they’re in his room and I’ll take us home I promise.”

You nodded against his chest, closing your eyes and just letting Anthony provide you with any comfort he was willing to give. He was a bit snarky and definitely a little too bossy but he was the best you were going to get for the moment. You hear a door click and with Rose’s giggle on the other side you knew you were in the clear.

“So you really went through all of this just for a few wins?” You break the silence in Anthony’s car, looking out the window while he drove you both home.

“I mean, yeah, when Mat plays his best so do the rest of us,” Anthony shrugs, “Don’t tell me I could be playing better, I’ve heard it enough.”

“I wasn’t going to,” You defend, your voice small, “Do you think we could get them away for a night next weekend?”

“Hot date? Boring Ben doesn’t seem like he’d sleep over until the third date,” Anthony jokes, tapping you on the thigh.

“Sort of, I have my boss’s birthday party and I just want him to hate me less,” You admit, plus the office gossip always seemed to revolve around the fact that you never brought a date anywhere.

“I think you’re impossible to hate, trust me I’ve been trying.”

“You’re an ass.”

“Do you want my help or not?”

***

Everything was going wrong, like very wrong. The bigger plan was actually going the way it was supposed to, Rose and Mat were off to an Airbnb in the Hamptons for a night that Anthony just happened to mention to Mat during practice the day after you cooked them that dinner. That, however, was the only thing going well for you. You were dressed up, the black dress you were wearing looked absolutely killer on you. Your leg was poking out of the slit that was appropriate for a work event and the date you were supposed to be on, but your date was nowhere to be seen. Turns out Boring Ben wasn’t boring at all, or he was just a total douche and you never realized. Regardless, you were dateless yet again, and you had to admit it was a bit of an ego killer too. You thought about not going, but after telling a few of your coworkers that not only were you going, you were bringing a date.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the passive aggressive comments from the newlyweds who seemed to litter your office. You had ten wedding invitations last summer from your coworkers alone, and now you had to show up dateless for what felt like the millionth time in your life.

“Woah,” You hear Anthony’s voice as soon as the elevator opened, a low whistle escaping from his lips until he realized you were without your date, “Where’s that Ben dude?”

“He didn’t show if you really need to know,” You complain and Anthony could feel his heart break just a little.

Anthony sighs, taking a look at his watch and then back at you. You looked hurt, despite the smile plastered on your face that he could see right through. He was going to have a night in, maybe even invite over the girl he’d been hooking up with but in his heart he knew what the right thing to do was, “Give me five minutes to change?”

“No Beau you really don’t have to come, I got stood up, it's on me,” You rush out, stopping Anthony dead in his tracks.

“It’s not your fault that dude was an asshole,” Anthony scoffs, “And you look too good to not have a date.”

Anthony didn’t say another word, unlocking the door to his place and coming back out less than five minutes later in a freshly pressed suit, “No tie okay?”

“No tie is fine,” You squeaked out, watching Anthony fix the cuffs of his shirt. Everyone thinks a man putting on a suit is hot right? It wasn’t just that he looked damn good in it, “You can still back out.”

Anthony didn’t back out, in fact, he was a better date than you thought he could be. He was being a good sport, especially when you came to the realization your boss was a huge Islanders fan. He had Anthony by his side all night, no doubt pestering him about the season. You felt awful, and while Anthony had a smile on his face you couldn’t help but feel guilty for putting him in the situation in the first place.

“I met that boyfriend of yours,” Your coworker Stella says, nudging you with her elbow, “He seems like a keeper.”

“Oh he’s-” You went to deny any indication that Anthony was your boyfriend but you knew Stella better than that, and just like she did at everyone Monday morning team meeting, she was interrupting you before you had a chance to finish your sentence.

“And don’t even tell me it’s not serious he couldn’t stop talking about you,” Stella grabs your arm, and you raise your eyebrows and look at Anthony. He catches your eye, sending you a wink while he goes back to listening to whatever your boss was rambling about, “See? So cute.”

The night was going smoothly, and by the time dinner rolled around you were done for the night. One too many glasses of wine had your head resting on Anthony’s shoulder while your boss's wife made a toast. His hand was resting on the exposed skin on your thigh and if you weren’t convinced you were overthinking it - you may have thought Anthony was putting in a little more effort.

“I’m sorry my boss was chewing your ear off,” You whisper, catching Anthony’s attention, “I don’t want you to think I brought you because you’re you and he likes your team.”

“I don’t think that,” Anthony assures you, his lips just inches away from kissing on the forehead, “And he doesn’t hate you, he told me liked you.”

“He likes you, seems like everyone does,” You muse, after having gotten compliments all night about what a joy your boyfriend was you were sure Anthony was a better date than he was an actual companion.

“Better date than Ben?” Anthony asks, and you nod with a grin on your face.

Anthony wasn’t sure what he was doing or why. In the short time since he invited you into his place he only learned how annoying you can be, but he’d be a liar if he didn’t think it was cute. It was cute that you thought Mat and Rose could actually fall in love. It was cute that you never kept quiet when you were both sneaking around because something got you excited. And it was downright adorable to watch you laugh at your boss’s wife who was teasing her husband in her speech. He liked you, and he never thought about it until he saw the heartbroken look on your face when you told him your date stood you up.

“Ready to go home?” Anthony whispers, your eyes were getting heavier from the wine, and he wasn’t sure how much longer you would hold up until you fell asleep on his shoulder. Not that Anthony would have minded at all, he might even have preferred it.

By the time you’d gotten back to your apartment building, you made it clear why you limited yourself on wine at events. Anthony kept refilling your glass before you had a chance to stop him, and now he was practically chasing you down the hall because you insisted on running away for no reason at all.

“For a professional athlete you’re pretty slow,” You poke Anthony in the chest, who was currently fishing through your purse for your set of keys. He finally finds them turning them into the lock and opening the door, “Beauuuu.”

“Yes?” Anthony asks, grabbing your waist while you tripped over your heels.

“Do you think Mat really likes Rose?” You ask, the question wasn’t really for Anthony at all. It was coming from a guilty feeling that had been stewing inside of you for a few days. Rose seemed smitten, and a part of you knew a lot of those dates were just planned by you.

“He does, it’ll all work out,” Anthony assures you, because the frown on your face told him that if he didn’t he was about to have a crying Y/N on his hands and he didn’t want to be the one to make you cry.

“Promise?” You ask, finally slipping off your heels and leaning against the doorframe. You wanted him to stay, use the age old it’s late excuse for a few more hours where he was close to you. His apartment was across the hall, and asking him to stay would be silly. You watched him head out the door, turning around to give you one more look and answer your question.

“Yeah I promise.”

***

This entire thing had gotten out of hand, and Rose and Mat’s relationship was becoming a chore. You had stopped them from killing each other twice in the past week, texting Anthony almost exact directions on how Mat was going to fix whatever stupid he said. Mat didn’t know, or maybe he did and he didn’t care to say anything about how with your help his relationship with Rose would be over before it started. Now, you were hiking across the city for flowers so Mat could apologize to Rose for forgetting her mother’s name as if she didn’t talk about her family constantly. You finally got them to Mat’s wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead when a text came that rocked your world.

I think I love Mat, he literally had these delivered after I got mad at him.

Attached was a picture of the flowers, and a guilty feeling churned in your stomach while you made your way back to your place. You stopped in the hallway, looking at Anthony’s door biting your lip and thinking about what the consequences of this all really was - and it was eating at you.

You were fucked, completely and utterly fucked. It seemed wrong, like everything in your best friend’s love life was a lie you created because it was. So you panicked, and snuck away to Anthony’s without a second thought. You knocked twice, a sleepy hockey player appearing on the other side. 

“Rose is in love with Mat,” You state, pushing Anthony into his own place and walking past him.

“Isn’t that what we wanted?” Anthony asks, watching you pace through his apartment.

“It’s not real, everything Mat knows about Rose is because you told him,” You explain, stopping in the middle of the room, “We planned their dates, we did everything, and when they realize they might not as much in common as they think Rose is going to be heartbroken and-”

“So, you got what you wanted? She’s always over there,” Anthony counters back, not mentioning the hot streak his teammate was on.

“You don’t see anything with this?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the man you thought you knew in front of you, “That your friend is going to be with someone when their relationship is built on a lie.”

“You act like he’s going to marry her,” Anthony groans, not even realizing until after the words left his mouth about how awful that sounded. Your jaw had dropped, your eyes wide while you look at Anthony, “Wait Y/N-”

“I’m telling them the truth,” You say, a stoic robotic tone to your voice. You thought about telling Rose just minutes before you left your place, but you stopped yourself before you ratted out your friend. Now, it seemed like it didn’t matter. Anthony was going to be a selfish asshole regardless of what you did and you weren’t going to let that sham of a relationship continue, “I shouldn’t have listened to your stupid idea to begin with.”

***

You walked out of Anthony’s life after that, and in the week that’s passed since, he was miserable. He didn’t know what you told Rose, but he definitely heard the arguing you were having with her from across the hall. He knew he should have stepped in, but the way you looked at him when you left was the only reason he didn’t. You looked at him with such disdain, like the mere indication that he didn’t care about his own friend’s feelings were the most awful thing he could have done.

Maybe it was, either way the guilt was eating Anthony alive. He called, but you never picked up. He texted you, using some dumb excuse about needing to grab a package outside his door while he on a road trip but an answer never came. Hell, he even tried to email you. The only thing left to do was walk across the hall and knock on your door, if you were even still there.

“Dude you’re doing it again,” Mat says, tossing a chip at his teammate and catching Anthony’s attention, “Just go over there and apologize.”

“Did you apologize to Rose?” Anthony huffs, annoyed with Mat’s attempt at giving him any advice.

“I didn’t have to because this was your fault,” Mat explains, reminding Anthony of exactly what happened after you left his place. You told Rose everything, and after what Anthony heard as a nasty fight - Rose and Mat spilt up once they realize they actually had nothing in common, “And fuck you dude because I still apologized to Rose after that.”

“Fine, I’ll go over,” Anthony budges, stomping out of his own place and across the hall to yours. He knocked twice, hearing some shuffling on the other end. The door finally clicked open, and when Anthony was met with Rose’s face, his shoulders slumped.

“She’s not here,” Rose leans against the doorway, her arms crossed at Anthony, “We’re, uh, taking some time away from each other.”

“This wasn’t Y/N’s fault it was mine,” Anthony rushes to explain, the reality of ruining someone's friendship settling in.

“I know it was,” Rose assures him, because she’d forgiven you just three days after you told her the truth. That wasn’t enough for you to come home, because your own guilt was eating you alive, “She feels too bad, and she doesn’t want to see you.”

That was it, Rose’s words were enough to have reality really settle in. Anthony Beauvillier was a massive asshole, and the reason you weren’t back in your own apartment. He did that. He was going to have to live with that guilt. And he didn’t know how to fix it.

***

It had been a month.

You didn’t know why you knew exactly how many days it’s been since you stomped out of Anthony’s apartment and into your own to tell the truth. But, you did know that exactly thirty days prior that’s just what you did. You told Rose everything, from the stupid plan to your own stupid feelings that seemed to

cloud your judgement. She was upset, and she had every right to be. You knew that she could have kicked you out of the apartment and told you to fuck off, and she did. Three days later, a much calmer Rose was on the phone telling you everything was fine and you could come back home.

You didn’t want to, because you knew Anthony was across the hall living his life just the way he had been before you stepped into it. He was going to go out on dates with girls that weren’t you, and go off on road trips for games he needed to play. He could set Mat up with someone else if he really wanted to, but none of those things would ever involve you again. You packed your stuff, and moved into a new place after couch surfing by a few of your friend’s places.

“You’re depressed,” Rose kicks your leg from the other side of your new couch, a movie night to celebrate your new place was in full effect, “I told you I’m not mad about the Mat thing.”

“I know,” You sigh, staring at the glass of fruity pink wine Rose had brought over, “I just-”

“You miss him,” Rose muses, a knowing look on her face, “It was never about Mat and I, it was always using us as an excuse to see each other.”

“It was about you guys at first,” You defend, staring at the blonde across from you who was looking at you intensely.

“He came and looked for you, after a week,” Rose says, holding onto the tidbit of information she’d been saving for almost a month, “I think he wanted to apologize.”

“Well he didn’t so it doesn’t matter anymore,” You snap back, Rose melting back into the couch to avoid being the next stop on your rage tour. You didn’t want to care about Anthony or his stupid biceps again, but you never stopped thinking about him.

***

Anthony wasn’t doing much better, in fact, he was doing a whole lot worse. He felt like shit, he was playing like shit, and he seemed just like Mat was when he came up with that stupid plan. He tried to throw himself into hockey, push his body where it had never gone before because then he wouldn’t have to think about you. He wouldn’t have to think about how much of a romantic you were or how you helped with even if he didn’t deserve. Most importantly, he wouldn’t have to think about how heartbroken you looked when he told you he didn’t want to come clean because it didn’t matter.

Anthony was doing the same thing he’d been doing all month, stalking your social media profiles in an attempt to see if you were doing okay. He knew you moved, and if he wasn’t on the West Coast maybe he would have stopped you. A text from Mat came in, one that had him rolling his eyes.

My rooftop in twenty it’s an emergency.

***

What Anthony didn’t know was that the same text was sent from Rose’s phone to yours just a few minutes prior. You rushed over Mat’s, absolutely terrified about what you could have been walking into. Except, when you got up to the roof there was nothing. No Mat. No Rose. Just yourself and-

“Fuck,” Anthony whispers, opening the rooftop door to reveal you on the otherside. It was just you, standing there just as confused as he was by the cryptic text from his teammate, “Uh Mat texted me to come?”

A grin threatens to break out on your face, just as the gears were starting to shift in Anthony’s. You were being set up, of course not as well as you would have planned, but it was a set up nonetheless.

“You know what they’re doing right?” You ask, breaking the silence. Anthony just nods, running a hand over his face without saying a word, “I’m going to go-”

“No,” Anthony rushes out, grabbing your arm and intertwining his fingers with yours, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry? You made me cry for weeks and almost blew up my longest friendship and all you have to say is sorry?” You questioned him, waiting for Anthony to come up with something better than that.

“What do you want me to say? That I didn’t want to stop doing this because I didn’t want to stop hanging out with you?” Anthony exclaims, “Because that’s the truth. I was being a selfish asshole, and I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I feel awful for what I did to you. I was so scared to come and apologize because you have every right to tell me to go fuck myself and never speak to me again. The problem is, I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you talk about why you were a hopeless romantic, and take you home after you drank too much at a work thing. I-”

Anthony couldn’t finish his rant, because you pressed your lips against his before he had the chance. His hands were on your face, pulling you as closely as he could because he needed this kiss to show you that he wanted you. You finally pulled away, breathless while Anthony’s hands snuck down to your waist. His forehead was against yours, your noses bumping together while he whispered his next words.

“We’re not telling Mat this worked.”

“Oh definitely not, no more set ups?”

“Unless it’s me setting up our first date, consider it a promise.”