#crimson mirror trailer when

[elemental-plane]

no one asked for this. but i was bored so! CANDELA TEXTPOSTS BE UPON YE PART THREE

(part one & part two!)

[wroteclassicaly]

Just thinking about you being such a brat towards Eddie all day and especially at Hellfire.

Warnings: Dom/sub, kind of intense. NSFW.

When he gets you back home to his trailer, you think he’s going to punish you and (as he calls it), that ‘pathetic little thing between your thighs’

He doesn’t. What he pulls from a small lock box he sometimes has you wear the key to during the day, because of moments that you’ve had your tantrums and you know he’s going to make sure you remember what it costs every single time—makes the shivers electrify your spinal cord, contorting your body into a gravitational bend. Fuck, you’re his puppet, after all. A whimper caresses your lips as you bite in your lower, leaving a crimson smear behind. In Eddie’s ringed hand is the large silicone cock. At your displeasure, despite approval, he tuts.

“You don’t deserve my cock tonight, sweetheart. Or shall I say,” he knees his way into a crawl across the mattress, one set of thick digits still wrapped around the faux shaft as he continues. “you. fucking. brat.?” His hot, nicotine stained breath pushes across your mouth, his spare hand reaching to caress your face, thumb pad tracing away remains of blood on your shredded lip.

“M’ sorry, Sir. Didn’t mean to be so bad.”

Eddie full on cackles, wiping the head of the dildo across your mouth. You don’t dare nip against his instruction. “Bad? Oh, princess. You were downright fucking disgusting to me during a very important campaign. And you knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”

You nod, no point in denying what he already knows. You’re a soaked mess and you’re desperate for whatever he’s going to give you. A few little sounds topple free and he shakes his shaggy mane. “Am I gonna have to turn the stereo up so the neighbors don’t call the cops for your screaming again? Cover that sinful mouth or stuff it full?”

You don’t answer and he taps your jaw with a slight smack, enough to test the waters. His brows raise, doe eyes shining with concern, checking in. You nod, kneeling for him on the bed without being asked. His cue is phoned and he lays a biting smack across your jaw, your glazed over pupils drinking in his sweetheart as it hangs on the mirror. You’re transported to the nostalgia of that night when he had you bent over his dresser, using his belt on your ass with heavy handed swings, Judas Priest’s Beyond the Realm of Death blaring through his speakers and vibrating things that littered his dresser and nightstand.

And you saw that fucking guitar he drove you crazy with, right in front of you, like you’re seeing it now. “Touch her, baby. Touch my sweetheart when I make you fucking cum.”

Eddie smirks as he notices you looking at the guitar, your body beautiful and made for him, just like the instrument. Both of you he could make cry for him, pour out different melodies by the touch of his fingers in all the right places. He’s tapping your hips to help you remove your underwear, the creamy essence sticking against the saturated crotch, to you, webbing a stringed shine. Eddie’s chocolate eyes are gone, blown to hell by pupils darker than the gates of hell itself. Your chest is heaving beneath winded breaths, swaying into his inked flesh like puzzle pieces, magnets finding one another once more.

“You’re so fucking wet, princess. Sloppy little cunt, just made for taking whatever I fill her with. Whatever I desire to put inside, isn’t that right?” He wraps his hand around your neck’s nape and dips into a rough tug.

“Fuck yeah, Sir. Shit… whatever you want inside of me, even if it’s nothing.”

He pushes you back onto the bed and crowds into his rightful place between your legs, his denim a rough friction over your aching pussy. His mouth finds the curvature where your shoulder meets your neck, and he bites down. “Could make you ride my guitar, get it nice and wet. Maybe even sit back and stroke my cock as you suck on some other girl’s clit for me. And everyone would get to cum but the whore.” He nips the shell of your ear, your nipples hardening at the gruff action. “And who’s the whore, sweetheart?”

“I—I am, Sir.”

“You do anything I tell you, with whoever and whatever it is I want. If I want to rent out your stupid pussy, I would. My dumb bunny.” Your thighs attempt to clench together and he smacks one with a harsh precision, purpose to leave a deep enriching mark behind. You’re so incredibly sopping wet that it’s leaking down the crack of your ass. You’ve never been this far gone. Eddie steals a violently uncoordinated kiss from your mouth, shoving apart your legs and kneeing your underwear off, not caring where they go.

He’s got the cock in his hand this time around, already geared to follow through with you. He leads himself into another check in, to which you’re practically vibrating into a plentiful beg. “Hurt me, Sir. Fuck, just fucking do it. Don’t hold back!”

And Eddie doesn’t. He mocks your neediness, your cries, he pries your lips apart to spit onto your tongue, alternating through a cycle of letting it slowly drizzle from his mouth into yours, all the while his bat stained forearm flexes in defined movements of thrusting the toy in and out of your cunt, splashing your cream all over his sheets and hand. You’re not hiding the noises, there’s no music, only the lewd sounds of your blissful torment. The band in your abdomen is swelling, seizing a hold with the flick of a forked tongue across your muscles. Eddie recognizes but shows no mercy.

“You cum and I will beat your ass so hard that you can’t sit down, princess!”

It’s almost a challenge, one you want to teeter on, but decide not to. It’s gonna be one hell of a night.

[autumnvine]

She's Gone

Summary: This was the first time you'd ever had a whole movie to shoot, a chance to work with Tom Hiddleston. Tom became your best friend, your saviour. He was always there for you, especially when you needed him most.

Tw: Death of yn Grandparent, mentions of blood in the crimson peak movie scene.

"Well, that's a wrap for today! I just wanted to personally thank everyone one of you for your amazing work. You guys have put in a tremendous effort, go home, rest up, see you all Monday morning bright and early." The director called cut on the scene, everyone was smiling all day filming with no hoovers, no retakes, no cuts. Everyone did so well. Youwere proud of your team, Tom was your best friend he really cared about you as you did him, his girlfriend was just lovely and you couldn't be happier for them, it was nice seeing them both happy together. For all you were single, you were okay with it, choosing to focus on your career right now over relationships.

Tom always looked out for you, he helped you through everything, on your first day he asked you to get coffee with him so you weren't alone, on days you had filmed intense scenes together he made sure you were alright and day where his character shouted at yours, he made sure to check on you and apologized for yelling eventhough it wasn't him, it was the characters but he wanted to always make sure you were alright.

You confided in Tom with everything, when your parents divorced he was there, when your best friend moved away he was there for you, when you were ill his was the shoulder you lent on. Tom knew your whole life, he knew absolutely everything that happened in your life, just as you did his. The bond between you was unbreakable. Rock solid.

"Yn you did amazing today, I'm so proud of you, how is your shoulder after landing o n it today?"

"Thank you Tom, you did great also, you always do your scenes amazing, my shoulder is okay trust me I had a soft landing on the mat, so what's your plan for the weekend are you and Zawe going out?"

"We are yes, I'm taking her out on Sunday for our anniversary. She's working tomorrow or I would have taken her away for the weekend."

"Awh Tom that's lovely have a fabulous weekend, congratulations on your anniversary."

" Thank you darling, What about you? What is your plans?"

"I'm not sure I might call home see what's happening there and how everyone is doing."

"Have a great time, say hi to your parents for me, be safe"

"Thank you have a great time too." You hugged Tom and left for your separate trailers,

Your trailer was almost as big as your apartment, a dressing table, wardrobe with your everyday clothes, some of your makeup and sprays. Sitting down in front of your mirror you took the rollers out your hair, took off your makeup and removed the dress from your last scene, you'd be in serious trouble if it got dirty or lost at your apartment. Slipping into some leggings and an oversize comfortable jumper with your trainers.

Gathering your belongings and driving home, you took your golden retriever out for a walk as soon as you got in, she was so excited to see you, as you were her. There was a great little walk around your home, through the feilds and trees, giving her some time offf the lead to run free without anyone getting knocked over by the speed she runs. IIt had been over an hor since you finished filming for the day, not once thinking to check your phone.

Missed call x5

message x 5

"Call me, you need to come home now"

"Yn answer your phone, we're at the hospital"

"Are you working, hurry up before it's too late"

"Yn call me right now!"

"She's gone Yn, your grandma passed at 3.15 this afternoon, she just wanted to say goodbye to you, but you wouldn't answer"

Trying to call your mom back a few times but no answer, Crying at the horrific news, your grandma passed away, yous had always been so close, when youy were ill when you were little she made you soup and scones, insisting it made you feel better. When you fell off your bike and broke your arm when you were nine she came over while your mom worked, gave you the controller for the Tv and let you eat so much sweets and cakes as you wanted. EVery birthday she was the frst one to call you, as well as christmas, and when your grandpa died last year you insited upon staying with her so she wasn't alone, but when she needed you most you didn't even know, you weren't there.

Leaving to go for a walk along through the town, the silence was making you more upset, knowing you can't call her, see how she was doing, or being able to get ahold of your mom, you found the beer garden she took you to the day after your 21st birthday to celebrate and drink with you. Sitting in the same table, drank exactly what you had that night of your birthday, having a coctail a passionfruit martini "I'm sorry Grandma I hope you found your peace" raising your glass to the air you toasted each drink in her honour. Drink after drink, hour after hour, "I hope your happy up there with grandpa"

"Hey just leave the bottle for me yeh?" you asked the bartender while passing over $40 to pay for it.

After a few hours you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder

"I'm sorry ma'am you have to leave were closed.

"I'm sorry, I'm going I'm just going"

Grabbing your purse and of course your bottle you walked home, eyes red raw from the tears shed for your grandma, your dog greeting you at the door, tail wagging, running around you as you kicked off your trainers,

"Come on babe lets go to bed."

The following morning you tried to call your parents again, who didn't answer again, they never text you back from last night. "Babe want to go for a walk?" youasked your beautiful golden pooch laying on the bed beside you, as soon as she heard walk, she ran for the door.

Strolling through the streets with your dog trying to call over and over, trying to take your mind on your grandma, it wasn't working. You could feel the tears welling in your eyes again just at the though your grandma was mad you never answered. All day you walked around with your dog throwing sticks for her, and playing chase, getting some water for her as you had been out for a long time,stopping in for a wrap on the way home.

You went for a shower, got some comfy pyjammies on and curled up on the couch with a blanket, tear falling onto the blanket, one after the other after the other until there was no stopping it, babe jumped up onto the couch and nuzzeled her face under your arm and layed over your lap trying to comfort you.

Monday morning had came around, no word from your parents, you had to drag yourself out of bedget up, get dressed, kissed babe goodbye "I'll be back in a few hours okya, I love you" you always spoke to your dog like she could understand you. You knew she could.

"Alright guys hope everyone's weekend wasn't too crazy, now I need you to be ready Tom for the last scene in the film, so get ready, get dirty, remember exactly how the hair and makeup wasbut your team will support you with this. Yn I need you ready in fifteen minuites, hair, makeup, dress everything, get whoever you need to have this done and go. The rest of you I need some clothes scattered over the floor on scene, I need everything done ASAP people, come on, last scene we can do this!" Shouted the director possitively encouraging all of you.

In your trailer you pulled the dress overhead, two ladies working on your hair, one lady working on your makeup and a man filming the behind the scene documentary. "Getting ready with Yn" Walking on set you waited for Tom running over your lines in your head, preparing yourself and trying to keep your tears at bay.

"Hi Tom, how was your anniversary?"

"Yn darling it nice to see you this morning, it was lovely Zawe and I had a wonderful time, how was your weekend?"

"It was fine" coosing not to tell him the truth or you'd cry

"ALRIGHT EVRYONE PLACES, PLACES......AND.. SCENE"

Tom's line "McMichael is still alive, he's alive"

Yn line "You lied to me"

Tom "I did"

Yn "You poisoned me"

Tom "I did"

Yn "You told me you loved me"

"I do, please trust me this one more time, let me make this right,you can leave if you want, or you can wait for me here, I'm going to get those papers back, I'm going to finish this, I'm going to get us out of here"I'm going to save you Tom kisses you "Now hide, don't let her find you, I will finish this and we will all be free, we sell the house and let themmines and the Sharpe family name die"

You kissed Tom and ran off scene as scripted, still watching from the side, he ran through the halls of the mansion

"Lucile it's over, she's gone, burn the papers and we will all be free"

"It will never be over"

"Lucille it's over pleae, pass them to me" reaching over to pick up the papers

"Nooo" Lucille shouted, cutting Tom with a fake knife as scripted "You did this, you made this happen, you were never supposed to fall in love with anyone, you were supposed to love me, you were only supposed to love me, it was perfect, it was us, and you fell in love with her!" Lucille shouted repeatedly stabbing into his shift as scripted. Obviously not hurting Tom but watching it hurt you.

"AND SCENE! THATS US GUYS WELL DONE" The director shouted, everyone started clapping and cheering, hugging and dancing with achother, but you stood crying watching as your best friend was stabbed oer and over, which you knew was fake and just the scene for the movie but it was all too much, "Tom" you shouted running over to him, wiping your tears and helping him up, "Darling are you alright?" Tom pushed a strand of the wid behind your ear oaway from your face, tears streaming down your cheeks, "Oh darling what's wrong?" Tom sympathised with you pulling you into his arms holding you against his chest

"Darling you did so well, your scene was amazing, are you alright? What's wrong? Did I upset you, I'm sorry my dear"

Sobbing in his arms he helped you up "Come on lets go outside, somewhere more private, get you some air"Tom was fully aware that everyone was watching your heart break in his arms, you nodded and walked outside with him but the tears wouldn't stop no matter how hard you tried.

He guided you over to your trailer, politely asking the makeup and hair crew to leave,.

He helped you sit on your front trailer stap with him sitting just infront of you, holding your hands runnign his fingers up your arms,

"Darling whta's going on?" Talk to me"

"I saw you, and she hurt you, and your bleeding and I'm so sorry"

Tom looked down to see the bloodstained shirt he was wearing, obviously fake blood from the scene, none the less he removed it, sitting infront of you topless

"Darling I'm alright, look she didn't hurt me it's alright, it's all fake, you know that."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Tom"

"Yn don't appologize it's alright, just take a deep breath, dry your eyes, tell me what's going on. I know this didn't upset you this much."

Taking some deep breaths of fresh air, looking at Tom's blue beautiful eyes

"She's gone Tom, my grandma, she's gone, my mom won't talk to me because I never said goodbye to her, i didn'tknw, I was working, I was filming I din't know. And now noone will talk to me,I feel completely alone and she's gone and nothing is going to bring her back. She was 86, it's her birthday in a few weeks, or at least it was. She's gone I don't know what happened, my mom text me saying there atthe hospital friday lunch time and at the three she text me again saying my grandma is gone. I'm so sorry I never ment to get this upset, or ruin your filming party, I'm so sorry Tom"

Tom gently held you in his arms as you spoke about all the times you had spent with your grandma, and how she adored you, Tom comforted you explaining to you that eventhough you were working when she passed, it's what she prefered, she wouldn't want you to get upset talking to her, and she would want you to be happy. "You darling I bet she's up there right now looking down on you, sitting with your grandpa, sh's reunited with her love. You finished your first film, both she and I are so proud of you." Tom kissed your head, he always knew exactly what you needed to hear.

"I want you to come have dinner with Zawe and I, I don't think you should be by yourself."

"That's so kind of you Tom thank you, but don't worry I have babe and I can't leave her by herself all night."

"Alright, well I'll drop you home and stay with you for a while until I know babe will take care of you."

"Thank you Tom"

"You are my best friend Yn, you are never alone, you always have Zawe and I, we are both just a phone call away alright"

"Thank you"

[ryuzakemo128]

I want to be something

Content Warning: Implication of masterbation.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x You (Female Reader)

Summary: You're in a creative rut, you don't want to do much of anything, and the entire day is spent trying to get inspired by something or someone.

Your job was taxing enough how it is, when inspiration took hold, a lot of other things were left behind and taking care of yourself. You bought a caravan last month, you were going to decorate it in the hopes it would spark something new for your work. You didn't want to live in a trailer, in your mind it would become a last resort, not the first one.

Not only that, but you met Eddie when you were studying for your final exams, it was his second time held back in grade 12. You two couldn't be far more different, he was the life of the party, you were the one who hid in the corner. You were a trad goth, make up dark like the ace of spaces, your outfits dark and flowy, your hair black as night. Eddie, on the other hand, was a metalhead, leather jacket, denim vest, passion for Dungeons & Dragons.

You were keen on straightening out your curly hair for a short while. Trying to fit in without trying to fit in at the same time. Confusing to yourself just like it confused everyone else around you. When you were touching up your black eyeliner in front of your locker mirror, you heard a familiar voice. You pretended you did not hear it and continued to apply your make-up. You didn't want someone to interrupt what you were doing because your train of thought would be lost in the wind like a piece of crêpe paper at a festival.

After a while the voice got louder, the louder it got, the closer it was, sooner or later you wouldn't be able to ignore it anymore. Putting on a dark crimson red lip liner on your two toned rose-tinted plump lips. Before adding an ebony coloured lipstick to create a vampire-like look. Finally, you put on your favourite black lace choker, the one that made your neck look pale and fragile. You felt ready to face the world again. You took a deep breath and put your make-up back into your bag.

When you turned around, you were met with a familiar sight. Eddie, leaning against the lockers, hands in his pockets, his long dark hair falling into his face, as he looked at you with those piercing chocolate brown eyes. His lips curved up into a smile. Eddie thought, 'Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their 'presence'.

You hesitated for a moment, not sure how to react. You hadn't expected to see him here. "Oh, hey Eddie," you said, trying to sound casual. "What are you doing here?"

Eddie smiled wider. "Just waiting for my next class, why? Were you expecting someone else?"

"Pfft, why would I?" You weren't going to admit that you were heading to the library to study during lunch. Why would you?

Eddie chuckled. "Well, you know, just making sure I wasn't interrupting anything important."

"Studying is important." You murmured slightly, looking back down at your phone in your hands, even though it was off. You'd rather stare at the blank screen than make eye contact with him. "But it's not like anyone cares if I'm here or not." You shrugged, making it look like you didn't care.

Eddie chuckled again. "Oh, come on, you know I'm just messing with you. So, really, what are you doing here? I'm sure there's a more interesting reason than just studying."

"I have reached possible creative burnout." You simply stated, it was the truth. You had been trying to get started on the renovation of your caravan. But every time you went there, you just couldn't focus. "I can't get into the headspace. It's like my creative juices are dried up."

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I see. So, you're saying you're not here to study?" He teased.

"Studying has helped before, so why wouldn't it help now?" You protested.

Eddie laughed, shaking his head. "You're too hard on yourself. Maybe you should take a break from it all, you know? Clear your head, do something different."

"I've already tried getting high last night. So, that didn't work either." You said. It made him laugh. "What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "It's just… I never pictured you as the kind of person who would do drugs."

"I don't do them willy-nilly, you know? It was a one-time thing." You admitted. "Anyway, thanks for the advice. Maybe I'll take a break and try something different today. I just need to find something to spark my creativity again. Maybe I just need a hot bath."

Eddie laughed. "A hot bath? Really? That's your plan for sparking creativity?"

"Well it wouldn't just be a hot bath either." You answered, the suggestive note of possibly touching yourself made your cheeks heat up. If he didn't get the hint, then there was no way you could spell it out for him.

[Eddie's Point of view]

Eddie thought, 'Oh, so that's where her mind goes. Not that I blame her, but I didn't expect that kind of honesty from her. Maybe I should have. It's just… interesting.' "Here's my number, if you ever need someone to talk to or just… you know." He hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Or not. It's up to you." He shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "Anyway, I should get going. My next class is about to start." He glanced at his watch, then back at her.

She nodded, feeling a little flustered. "Yeah, you should. Thanks for the advice, though."

Eddie smiled, giving you a small wave as he walked away. You watched him go, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. Part of you was glad that he didn't seem to be interested in anything more than friendship, but another part of you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. You hadn't expected him to be interested in you romantically, but still… it was kind of nice to think about.

My other stuff: Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02 / Vikings Masterlist

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[zombiewhor3]

FRICTION

fem reader x eddie munson & steve harrington

WARNINGS: reader is 18, arm riding, bicep riding, no body type is mentioned except for the OCS, multiple orgasms, three some, polyamory relationship, mention orf affairs? Implications of sex, oral sex (fem receiving) clit play, mutual masturbation, male and female masturbation, praising kink, fluid eating (cum only), overstimulation! MINORS DNI!!

: this is being reposted on this acc from my old one, so i promise you i am not stealing someones work i just want more of my stranger things one-shots uploaded onto this tumblr account

Y/n had been having a two way affair with Steve and Eddie it started a few months ago in Eddie's trailer when y/n couldn't decide which one she wanted so she let both of them have her.

She was best friends with both of them so it was a plus because whenever they hung out it wasn't all about sex.

Steve and Eddie never did anything to each other they only do stuff to her, which she didn't mind what so ever.

She loved the idea of being surprised with new games or new ways to pleasure her.

Some days Eddie would use his hand cuffs or Steve would use his clothes to tie her up instead.

It was like a roller coaster for her, the eagerness of Friday nights always made her jittery with excited because these were the nights they planned as their "meeting nights" even though they practically hung out everyday.

-

Currently she was sitting in Steve's room working on part of her math homework,

she looked up to see Steve and Eddie lifting weights to each other she could feel her self blush shaking it off so she could focus back on her homework.

Steve and Eddie shared a passion for working out they loved it but not as much as y/n loved watching them work out. They were both shirtless speaking to each other as they stood in front of Steve's mirror,

y/n was biting her lip her pencil was at the edge of her mouth watching both of their toned chests start to drip with sweat both of their arms moving in an upward direction she was practically drooling over the sight of it.

Eddie could see this slightly from the corner of his eye and partially in the mirror, he smirked slightly acting like he didn't notice her gaze on them.

He liked the fact the fact that both boys had control of y/n they liked being able to tease her and surprise her because they knew she loved the feeling of it.

Eddie turned around facing y/n who tried to look away rapidly her eyes glancing down to her paper before trying to get a peak of Eddie,

his v line was exposed where he had a tattoo for his band his abs were visible to they were perfectly formed onto his body making y/n froth at the mouth

now she couldn't really focus on her homework without snagging a glance at him every two seconds.

Steve turned around also catching onto Eddie's idea he smirked at y/n who's face was turning a crimson red she was trying to act like she was writing something down

but her hand was shaking to much knowing both of the boys were staring at her

she looked up at them biting her lip as her eyes wandered their body and up to their biceps she loved their arms something about them was hot really hot to her.

She watched both boys set the weights down looking over at Eddie who sat in the chair at Steve's desk lighting a cigarette puffing out the smoke from in between his lips.

his forehead had sweat dripping from it,

he spread his legs gesturing for y/n to come to him she nodded eagerly tossing her homework aside going to him as he placed her in his lap staring into her eyes.

"You like these?" He asked gesturing to his arms feeling y/n squeeze one causing him to smile watching her nibble at her lip at the sight of his biceps,

"wanna try something new?" He whispered to her watching the girl tilt her head but agreeing, Eddie passed his cigarette to Steve. Eddie was flexing his arm,

"hop on" he told y/n who lifted up her skirt her clothed pussy skimming Eddie's muscle as he flexed keeping in that position for her to ride it.

"Ride it princess you know you want to" Eddie told her feeling her glide her self back and forth on him moaning a the friction she increased her pace with how good it felt,

"Oh god!" She whined loudly clenching her eyes feeling the tension against her clothed clit she wanted more it so she stopped

as Eddie helped her remove her panties tossing them aside his hands pulled down her skirt to her ankles her feet kicked it off before returning to rubbing and forth on his arm.

His muscles was causing a needy friction against her bare clit causing her to moan aloud moving even faster

her her hips rocked back and forth moaning softly each time her clit skimmed part of bicep

Steve watched standing in front of the two he liked the sight of her half bare torso humping as she moaned aloud.

Eddie had his dick in his hands pumping it with his other hand groaning softly feeling his dick twitch knowing he was close already

Steve could feel the bulge in his pants grow he sat on her bed palming himself softly just to tease him self a little before it was her turn to ride him.

Eddie was looking at y/n who's eyes were clenched shut her legs were shaking as she started to slow down

"no no don't stop keep going I want you to cum all over my arm"

Y/n increased her speed feeling the knot in her stomach tighten and then release itself against Eddie's bicep she whimpered in pleasure loudly,

Eddie came at the same exact time shooting ribbons of his cum onto part of her body moaning loudly.

"you liked that didn't you princess" Eddie said helping her down watching her rapidly nodding her head he grabbed the towel on the desk next to him wiping the white ribbons of cum off of him and her.

He set her in his lap pointing at Steve who was rubbing his crotch softly to relive some sort of pressure his bulge had,

"you think you can give one more orgasm for Steve sweetie" Eddie said bouncing his knee with her on it causing her to whine feeling the vibration against her throbbing clit

"Yes sir" she replied feeling eddie stand up swapping spots with Steve, y/n gave him a soft kiss before climbing up on his bicep,

Steve did the same thing as Eddie he started to pump his cock in his hand heading y/n whimper even louder now that she was sensitive from riding Eddie earlier

She screamed loudly feeling her climax come already so close to her she started to go faster and faster feeling the inner part of her legs go numb while her clit was being pleasured,

Steve pumped his hand faster up and down his own eyes shutting along with hers.

"Cum!" Y/n gasped aloud at Steve who was already just seconds away from his orgasm, "

come on his bicep" Eddie said panting from the other side of the room as he was pumping his own cock in his hands.

Y/n came her juices spilling onto Steve's skin as his dick shot with cum covering his chest

Steve cleaned him self up setting the sensitive y/n on the bed her clit was aching already she was still bare laying back on Steve's sheets as the two boys stood infront of her,

"that was such a good girl someone deserves another orgasm" Eddie said reaching his face in between her legs

his tongue was swiping against her clit feeling y/n practically jump up tugging at Eddie's hair she was whining really loud as Steve stood behind them watching,

Eddie's tongue flicked faster and faster until y/n was yelping for her release which Steve granted her as Eddie felt her juices spill out onto his lips but he still didn't stop he continued flicking his tongue up and down hoping for her to cum again,

her thighs clenched around his face harshly feeling his tongue continue flicking its way up and down over and over

until she finally came on his face one more her hips were bucked into the air her legs shaking so much

y/n watched as he licked his lips clean moving out of the way so Steve could get a taste.

Y/n was enjoying it but she was so sensitive right now it would only take a little bit of movement from Steve's tongue to make her cum

Steve's tongue started to lick a stripe up her pussy and when it reached her clit she was whimpering feeling his tongue swirl on her clit sucking and nibbling slighty at the sore area.

Eddie clasped one of y/n's hand feeling her nails dig into his skin while her other hand gripped on tightly to Steve's hair she was about to cry but she was enjoying it.

"I cant! It's to much" she yelped feeling her back arch back and down from the bed feeling Steve's hands holding her in place while he increased his pace.

"Do you want him to stop?" Eddie asked her watching her whine out loudly,

"No!" Y/n replied bucking her hips the air she could feel another orgasm coming

“oh god it's to much! It's to much" she whimpered louder until the overstimulation was to much and she tipped over the edge coming so hard she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head,

as her head tossed itself back into Steve's pillows her body shaking so hard and so fast.

Steve pulled away from her patting her stomach watching her pant rapidly shushing her that it was okay

"you were so good princess" he cooed to her helping her slip on her underwear and one of his shirts.

Eddie was rubbing her hand and kissed it softly "that was such a good slut y/n you tasted so good" he teased at her in her ear watching a smile grow on her face

as they got dressed settling into the bed with her.

[something-awful1]

my thoughts while rewatching all of Helluva Boss in honor of the S2 trailer PT 4 (help me)

THE CIRCUS - i'm not ready to relive this episode again - baby stolas is so cute omg - ugh fuck this guy - bro literally got the best job - this episode is so well written omg - "oh- that's an ugly noise son" lives in my head rent free - OMG BARBIE WIRE SPOTTED i think - awww love at first sight how sweet - young blitz is weirdly relatable - the great... PIRATE warrrrrrr!" - awww poor blitz, fuck his dad - DON'T YOU SMACK THE BABY - i hate paimon - okay wait but the pirate game is actually so smart, little blitz is a genius - stolas's fascination with imps is so cute - the chandelier scene is so cool visually - stapler and biscuit queen??? - okay i'm gonna make note of this now since i've already seen this episode, but i love how each of the three scenes starts with stolas looking in the mirror, gradually getting more and more depressed. this is one of the best episodes, really, you can tell how well thought out it was - fuck stella - love her voice though - HIS LITTLE "i'm fine" AFTER CHOKING ON THE ABSINTHE OMG - the goetia background characters are some of vivzie's best ngl - this scene lives in my head rent free oh my god - ngl this scene is like a little uncomfy - im uncomfy guys - where's the fucking consent (i get stolas is very CLEARLY willing but like.... c'mon) - imagine being bryce pinkham and having to record this - AWWW I JUST REALIZED THAT AFTER OZZIES THEY BOTH SCROLLED THROUGH THEIR PHOTOS - OWL IN A CAGE FUCK YEAHHHHHHH - ew its smella - bryce's delivery this scene is P E R F E C T - good on stolas for standing up for himself though - i love this episode

SEEING STARS - i vividly remember being in class when this came out and like audibly screaming - "how was i supposed to know you could spell? i've never seen you READ" i love him so much - poor octavia oh my god - M&M WATCHING THE CONFLICT OMG - why tf did he have cucumbers on his eyes - moxxie fat shaming counter: who tf knows what number we're on now - i hate the music sideplot thing with moxxie - okay wait i kinda don't like this episode - stolas is hot - stolas laughing at his awful joke is so wholesome omg - the loona flashback omg - "eh-" *throws watter bottle* - the one lady's boobs were on fire - octavia has some of the most heartbreaking lines omg - i love loona's va, idk who she is but i love her - oh i never noticed stolas's little teleporty thing that was cool EXES AND OOHS - help me - two seconds in and we're mentioning moxxie's weight again - THE HORSES ON THE WHITEBOARD - the poor children - this was a phenomenal episode, from what i remember - fuck crimson but his design is amazing - ew i forgot about chaz - i hate him so much - this episode is so green - I LOVE THAT MOXXIE AND BLITZ MET IN PRISON - this scene is painful - dicks in the walls - chaz makes me so uncomfortable oh my g o d - i skipped the song - blitz fucking chaz is so in character - this all sounds so negative i really do love this episode - like a lot - "I ObJeEcT!" is so silly - one of helluva's best choreographed fight scenes fr - i was like audibly sobbing when i first watched this - hey but bright side, blitz got a fucking cool jacket out of it

(oh my god i'm done i can sleep)

[vsuped]

𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. these are my true events as they unfolded.

season 3, episode 4, glorious 5 year plan.

billy and the boys + company find BCL-RED, the bioweapon against supes they were looking for. it just so happened to be CAPTAIN VOUGHT.

the ice box had already begun to de-thaw when a stray bullet ricocheted into the power supply. he's half-awake when the lid gets ripped off the ice box. gradually, he comes more to awake, rips his iv out, and clambers out of the ice box.

not recognizing the boys + company, he doesn't outwardly attack them, he turns for his escape route and frenchie just so happens to be standing in his easiest path to freedom. he blasts his way out, in an unsettling display more powerful than before, and runs naked into the cold russian night.

season 3, episode 5, the last time to l👀k at this world of lies.

he gets to moscow, still naked, finds a brothel and the ladies there help him, unwind. his stay is short-lived and he's taking to the streets in a dirty track-suit, to the airport.

he sneaks into the cargo hold of a plane. he sleeps, arms crossed over his chest, the whole plane ride over the atlantic to new york.

when the plane lands, he startles the baggage claim worker who came in to get bags. the guy is scared shitless, he doesn't report it.

jfk airport is different than he remembers, everything is different than he remembers. he's overwhelmed by all the sensations around him. he adjusts, mostly. he wanders around new york with a purpose, surprised to see even more things are different. no one bats an eyelash at his appearance.

he arrives at legends place, surprised to see the old man still living in the same apartment. he's offered cocaine and he snorts some, he's told that his stuff is somewhere in a museum. and that he should probably stay there, in some effort to placate him. he doesn't stay. he despises legends almost as much as legend despises him.

he breaks into the museum and takes his shit back: suit, shield and eagle head knife back, shoves them into a duffel.

he wanders around new york again, trying to figure out the best plan to go about his revenge. he's triggered by russian music and blows up a coffee shop, killing over 19 people. when he comes to, he's on the ground and the damage is already done. he flees the scene, forcing himself into a motel room with money he'd swiped from legends place. he sees a brochure for voughtland and their new upcoming, exhibit sponsored by crimson countess--- he swipes that too.

he has a full break-down in the motel room, minus the blast part. he rips the russian clothes off, he takes a shower, he masturbates in the shower. he cleans himself up, he smashes the mirror. has another break-down after the shower.

he's suited up, helmet and all. he steals some guys motorcycle. he rides, fast, to voughtland. barbie (crimson countess) is first on his hit list.

he runs into butcher, he watches butcher drug his friend (mm), knows he can't trust him completely but they have who he wants inside. billy offers a team-up, leon has to roll his eyes. but its a gritted fine.

he confronts crimson countess. he wasn't in love with her so his "confession" never happens but he does unload everything they did to him, then she confesses she was in on it. he blows her and her trailer up.

he runs into starlight and hughie now, butcher carrying mm away from the blast radius. starlight powers up to attack him, hughie defends him. leon has no interest in their petty issues among each other, not his fucking concern, so he starts walking away.

much against his instincts he follows, on his stolen motorcyle, butcher and hughie to another motel room, just as shitty as the last one.

season 3, episode 6, her0gasm.

hughie and butcher go out to get leon normal clothes. they come back with shorts and giants shirt, leon is irritated. butcher and hughie leave again to get leon food, among other things.

they come back and leon is banging the front desk girl. butcher kicks her out. leon is irritated again. they put his food on the table as he's pulling his shorts back up. he complains they don't have the old sauce they used to. hughie is confused. butcher is deadpan.

leon does a line of a benzo he crushed. they tell him about homelander, he's the new you, " no ones the new me pal." leon is irritated again. butcher makes good on his promise by going to find the whereabouts of the tnt twins and mindstorm. hughie and leon talk, leon watches his old movies. leon tells hughie he didn't mean to blow up that coffee shop and means it.

butcher comes back with information. they go to vermont. its a knock-off her0gasm. leon is irritated. he's about to go in, hughie stops him, leon is still irritated. five minutes. hughie doesn't come back in five minutes, leon goes inside.

mm confronts captain vought with halothane, leon has no fucking clue who the dude is. mm says he killed his family but as far as leon knew he didn't---- were they in the coffee shop, who knows? leon doesn't leon is irritated, he askes for elaboration, he gets nothing. butcher interrupts. the name kenneth baker smacks leon in the face, he takes one more look at mm with confusion before he wanders off to find tessa and tommy.

leon finds the twins, still as nasty and good for nothing as ever. tessa pleads for their life. leon is triggered again, his ptsd blast goes off brighter and bigger than before. he pivots and it shreds through the house like its butter, destroying anyone in its path. leon comes to again on the ground, more spent than before. his chest hurts, its hard to breathe. the damage is done again. he wanders the house to find butcher.

homelander shows up, he knocks butcher out, leon still weak from the blast is startled into battle. he holds his own despite being so desperately exhausted. he slips up, homelander has him in a choke-hold, butcher steps in, they both fight homelander as a unit, in tandem. hughie shows up to help. leons about to blast him, homelander can feel his powers fizzling out so he bucks up and wiggles himself free and flies away.

butcher, hughie and leon leave vermont, and head to another motel....

season 3, episode 7, here comes a c@ndle to light you to bed.

leon locks himself in the bathroom and doesn't come out for two days. he sleeps in the bathtub. days pass, leon is bored hanging out in the motel room, he goes to the bar next door and picks up two women. they're in the middle of a threesome, when butcher and hughie walk in. leon is irritated, they have information about mindstorm. leon is less irritated.

they leave for mindstorms location, leon still has the stolen motorcycle. the woods are boobie trapped. mindstorm puts butcher in a trance, hughie gets mindstorm to take him out of it. leon's knife whips through the air and hits dan in the face. leon takes him down, questions him about everything. dan tells him all the answers he'd been looking for the whole time. dan tells him homelander is his son. it shatters almost everything in him. he beats dan to death with his shield. and storms off past butcher and hughie.

season 3, episode 8, the instant white-h0t wild.

they get back to the motel and he's locked himself in the bathroom again, he's covered in mindstorms blood. he doesn't come out of the bathroom for a week. their plans to kill homelander are at a stand-still. he comes out of the bathroom finally some time later, tells them he's still willing to kill homelander. every instinct is telling him to leave the rest of this alone, but he's going to see this to completion.

they turn on him, just like everyone in his life before him. he had no stakes in killing homelander, it was just the right thing to do. once again he's told he deserves this as they try to novichok him. he's not irritated, he's fucking pissed. he bucks everyone off, closes off his blast, grabs his shield and dives out of the window. he's not ashamed to take the cowards way out, he's not going back to that fucking box.

he drops all those floors, and lands on his feet, crunching the concrete under the weight of his fall. he doesn't look to see if anyone ran to the window, he just gets up and runs into the night. alternatively, his blast can still be going off, and meave still tackles him out the window. they fall some distance away, his blast sends her flying somewhere and he goes opposing direction. when they finally get through the wreckage his body is never found.

[munsonsskinnyjeans]

FRICTION

STEVE, EDDIE X FEM READER

THE SC IN THIS CHAPER CONTAINS: reader is 18, arm riding, bicep riding, no body type is mentioned except for the OCS, multiple orgasms, three some, polyamory relationship, mention orf affairs? Implications of sex, oral sex (fem receiving) clit play, mutual masturbation, male and female masturbation, praising kink, fluid eating (cum only), overstimulation! I think thats all im not a hundred percent sure on that lmk if I missed something!

Y/n had been having a two way affair with Steve and Eddie it started a few months ago in Eddie's trailer when y/n couldn't decide which one she wanted so she let both of them have her.

She was best friends with both of them so it was a plus because whenever they hung out it wasn't all about sex.

Steve and Eddie never did anything to each other they only do stuff to her, which she didn't mind what so ever.

She loved the idea of being surprised with new games or new ways to pleasure her.

Some days Eddie would use his hand cuffs or Steve would use his clothes to tie her up instead.

It was like a roller coaster for her, the eagerness of Friday nights always made her jittery with excited because these were the nights they planned as their "meeting nights" even though they practically hung out everyday.

-

Currently she was sitting in Steve's room working on part of her math homework,

she looked up to see Steve and Eddie lifting weights to each other she could feel her self blush shaking it off so she could focus back on her homework.

Steve and Eddie shared a passion for working out they loved it but not as much as y/n loved watching them work out. They were both shirtless speaking to each other as they stood in front of Steve's mirror,

y/n was biting her lip her pencil was at the edge of her mouth watching both of their toned chests start to drip with sweat both of their arms moving in an upward direction she was practically drooling over the sight of it.

Eddie could see this slightly from the corner of his eye and partially in the mirror, he smirked slightly acting like he didn't notice her gaze on them.

He liked the fact the fact that both boys had control of y/n they liked being able to tease her and surprise her because they knew she loved the feeling of it.

Eddie turned around facing y/n who tried to look away rapidly her eyes glancing down to her paper before trying to get a peak of Eddie,

his v line was exposed where he had a tattoo for his band his abs were visible to they were perfectly formed onto his body making y/n froth at the mouth

now she couldn't really focus on her homework without snagging a glance at him every two seconds.

Steve turned around also catching onto Eddie's idea he smirked at y/n who's face was turning a crimson red she was trying to act like she was writing something down

but her hand was shaking to much knowing both of the boys were staring at her

she looked up at them biting her lip as her eyes wandered their body and up to their biceps she loved their arms something about them was hot really hot to her.

She watched both boys set the weights down looking over at Eddie who sat in the chair at Steve's desk lighting a cigarette puffing out the smoke from in between his lips.

his forehead had sweat dripping from it,

he spread his legs gesturing for y/n to come to him she nodded eagerly tossing her homework aside going to him as he placed her in his lap staring into her eyes.

"You like these?" He asked gesturing to his arms feeling y/n squeeze one causing him to smile watching her nibble at her lip at the sight of his biceps,

"wanna try something new?" He whispered to her watching the girl tilt her head but agreeing, Eddie passed his cigarette to Steve. Eddie was flexing his arm,

"hop on" he told y/n who lifted up her skirt her clothed pussy skimming Eddie's muscle as he flexed keeping in that position for her to ride it.

"Ride it princess you know you want to" Eddie told her feeling her glide her self back and forth on him moaning a the friction she increased her pace with how good it felt,

"Oh god!" She whined loudly clenching her eyes feeling the tension against her clothed clit she wanted more it so she stopped

as Eddie helped her remove her panties tossing them aside his hands pulled down her skirt to her ankles her feet kicked it off before returning to rubbing and forth on his arm.

His muscles was causing a needy friction against her bare clit causing her to moan aloud moving even faster

her her hips rocked back and forth moaning softly each time her clit skimmed part of bicep

Steve watched standing in front of the two he liked the sight of her half bare torso humping as she moaned aloud.

Eddie had his dick in his hands pumping it with his other hand groaning softly feeling his dick twitch knowing he was close already

Steve could feel the bulge in his pants grow he sat on her bed palming himself softly just to tease him self a little before it was her turn to ride him.

Eddie was looking at y/n who's eyes were clenched shut her legs were shaking as she started to slow down

"no no don't stop keep going I want you to cum all over my arm"

Y/n increased her speed feeling the knot in her stomach tighten and then release itself against Eddie's bicep she whimpered in pleasure loudly,

Eddie came at the same exact time shooting ribbons of his cum onto part of her body moaning loudly.

"you liked that didn't you princess" Eddie said helping her down watching her rapidly nodding her head he grabbed the towel on the desk next to him wiping the white ribbons of cum off of him and her.

He set her in his lap pointing at Steve who was rubbing his crotch softly to relive some sort of pressure his bulge had,

"you think you can give one more orgasm for Steve sweetie" Eddie said bouncing his knee with her on it causing her to whine feeling the vibration against her throbbing clit

"Yes sir" she replied feeling eddie stand up swapping spots with Steve, y/n gave him a soft kiss before climbing up on his bicep,

Steve did the same thing as Eddie he started to pump his cock in his hand heading y/n whimper even louder now that she was sensitive from riding Eddie earlier

She screamed loudly feeling her climax come already so close to her she started to go faster and faster feeling the inner part of her legs go numb while her clit was being pleasured,

Steve pumped his hand faster up and down his own eyes shutting along with hers.

"Cum!" Y/n gasped aloud at Steve who was already just seconds away from his orgasm, "

come on his bicep" Eddie said panting from the other side of the room as he was pumping his own cock in his hands.

Y/n came her juices spilling onto Steve's skin as his dick shot with cum covering his chest

Steve cleaned him self up setting the sensitive y/n on the bed her clit was aching already she was still bare laying back on Steve's sheets as the two boys stood infront of her,

"that was such a good girl someone deserves another orgasm" Eddie said reaching his face in between her legs

his tongue was swiping against her clit feeling y/n practically jump up tugging at Eddie's hair she was whining really loud as Steve stood behind them watching,

Eddie's tongue flicked faster and faster until y/n was yelping for her release which Steve granted her as Eddie felt her juices spill out onto his lips but he still didn't stop he continued flicking his tongue up and down hoping for her to cum again,

her thighs clenched around his face harshly feeling his tongue continue flicking its way up and down over and over

until she finally came on his face one more her hips were bucked into the air her legs shaking so much

y/n watched as he licked his lips clean moving out of the way so Steve could get a taste.

Y/n was enjoying it but she was so sensitive right now it would only take a little bit of movement from Steve's tongue to make her cum

Steve's tongue started to lick a stripe up her pussy and when it reached her clit she was whimpering feeling his tongue swirl on her clit sucking and nibbling slighty at the sore area.

Eddie clasped one of y/n's hand feeling her nails dig into his skin while her other hand gripped on tightly to Steve's hair she was about to cry but she was enjoying it.

"I cant! It's to much" she yelped feeling her back arch back and down from the bed feeling Steve's hands holding her in place while he increased his pace.

"Do you want him to stop?" Eddie asked her watching her whine out loudly,

"No!" Y/n replied bucking her hips the air she could feel another orgasm coming

“oh god it's to much! It's to much" she whimpered louder until the overstimulation was to much and she tipped over the edge coming so hard she felt her eyes roll into the back of her head,

as her head tossed itself back into Steve's pillows her body shaking so hard and so fast.

Steve pulled away from her patting her stomach watching her pant rapidly shushing her that it was okay

"you were so good princess" he cooed to her helping her slip on her underwear and one of his shirts.

Eddie was rubbing her hand and kissed it softly "that was such a good slut y/n you tasted so good" he teased at her in her ear watching a smile grow on her face

as they got dressed settling into the bed with her.

[sxturnes]

Steve would never forget the look on Dustin's face when he found him. Any high that he might've felt from the "victory" against Vecna was snuffed out when he heard those wretched sobs coming a few yards away from the trailer, a ring of dead bats wrapped around the two boys like a cruel halo. The rules had been simple: no deviating from the plan and no being a hero. One would think that listening in a situation that was quite literally life or death seemed like common sense, and yet here they were, standing above Eddie "The Freak" Munson and watching the blood seep from his body all because he didn't want to be remembered as a coward. Now Steve had seen his fair share of fucked up, but the scene in front of him was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach. It was obvious that Eddie had been long gone for a while before they showed up: the blue wash of the sky made his skin look a sickly grey, flashes of red highlighting the harshness of the crimson splattered across his face and still dribbling in rivulets from the corner of his mouth. Upon further examination Steve would notice the same bite marks mirrored on his body amidst the chewed up skin of Eddie's abdomen, and the markings that almost mimicked rope burn around wrists and ankles from the scaly tails of those nasty bats. The worst part of it all? Eddie's eyes. His body was mangled enough to the point that there was no denying he was dead -anyone would've succumbed to those wounds- but those gorgeous doe eyes that had once been burning fervently with humor and determination were dull. They stared off into the distance without seeing, a glassy sheen letting the lightning in the sky reflect back in almost a taunt. "Dustin..." Steve's voice sounded far away in his own head. He needed to look away. The corner of Eddie's mouth was still slightly upturned; the ghost of his last smile. Why couldn't he stop staring? A soft voice, so choked up and filled with anguish that Steve nearly did get sick. "He didn't run." Your friends have lost.

[weelittleweasley]

one more night (g.w.)

prompt: after a bad breakup, george comes back to y/n’s flat to pick up some leftover things he missed. one of these missing things was a proper goodbye.

pairings: george weasley x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ sexual content MDI (break up sex, soft sex, unprotected sex), super angsty, language, emotional break up, crying

word count: 3.7k

author’s note: something about break up sex really does it for me. like...it’s so hot and for why? anyway, here’s wonderwall. flashbacks are conveyed through italics. 

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The small cardboard box that sat next to the door was completely pathetic, sitting there in shame. The cardboard could barely hold the boxes contents, wanting to burst at its seams as it held every shred of George Weasley that was in your flat. You wanted your flat to be a George Weasley free space, but a part of you wanted to keep the magic of your relationship alive. He couldn’t miss his quidditch jumper from Hogwarts, could he? It had been years since you graduated, he wouldn’t remember that you had it, right? So, his jumper hung proudly in your closet like the status of your relationship hadn’t changed.

As you leaned against your kitchen island, sipping quietly from your coffee mug, you stared at the cardboard box, hoping that the intensity of your gaze would make the box combust into flames. But it stayed still. Unaffected. George’s things teemed out of the box, miscellaneous shirts and jumpers and trinkets piled high. You caught yourself smiling as you shook it off, reminding yourself of the status of your relationship, cringing as you did so. 

The night of your break up played on a constant loop, like a movie trailer. When you woke up, it was the first thing on your mind. When your head hit the pillow, it was the last thing you thought of when you closed your eyes. It was a sick cycle.

“I can’t change my work schedule to fit yours, George. I’ve done it in the past so often and I can’t anymore. I’m finally on my own two feet and I need to keep the ball rolling,” you explain to George as you sit at his kitchen table as George paces the living room, back and forth, pulling at his red roots, trying to formulate a response. “Admit it, George. We can’t m-”

“Don’t you say what you’re going to say, (Y/N). Don’t you bloody dare,” he speaks as you sigh, rubbing your face with your hands. You didn’t want to have this conversation with George, but it was unavoidable at this point. You had just gotten a job as a full-time Healer, working in St. Mungo’s, your dream job. But the busy work schedule that you had was failing to align with George’s schedule working the joke shoppe that just seemed to do better and better every day. “We can work this out. We can’t just give up at the first sign of hardship,” George laughs as you give him a knowing look. You had been trying to make it work for a month, but things simply weren’t working. When you did see him, it would be for two hours and the two of you would be so exhausted that you would talk for five minutes before going to bed. “(Y/N), I don’t want to be the one to suggest this, but I can support us. The both of us. The joke shoppe is doing so well and with the booming business, I have enough money for me to sell this flat and we can buy a home together. Start a family. What we’ve always wanted to do!”

You rise from your chair at the thought of quitting your job. Something you had worked years and years towards and George dared to bring up the suggestion of you quitting a month and a half in. “I am not quitting,” you say very sternly, making George sigh, knowing he shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. “I have worked my ass off to get where I am right now and I’m not going to sacrifice that for the sake of our relationship!” you exclaim.

But that was wrong of you to say; it just put wood on the fire. “So how far would you go for our relationship?” George challenges, folding his arms across his chest as you gulp. “Because Godric knows everything I have done for the sake of us.”

And he was right. George shifted employees and his own work schedule so he could have an extra hour with you some nights. He would close the shops on holiday weekends, which was prime for sales, so he could take you on romantic getaways. George told you to move in with him when you struggled to find a flat of your own. He helped get you through Healer school. George put you before him in the relationship and you knew that. You felt guilty now. You shouldn’t have said what you did.

“I didn’t mean it like that, George,” you sigh, admitting defeat as George scoffs. “I meant that I can’t give up my dream. Just when I finally got it. And I don’t want you to give up yours. It’s not fair for the both of us,” you try to tell him as he shakes his head, knowing the direction the conversation has turned and he doesn’t like it one bit. So much so that you can see his eyes become glassy as he turns his head away from you so you didn’t have to watch him break down. “George, I love you. The life you have given us has been nothing short of wonderful.”

“Stop it, please,” he manages to croak out, turning towards you, his chocolate brown eyes pooling with hot tears. The sight makes your heart shatter as you suck in a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in your throat. Tears were impending. “I don’t want to let you go. I can’t let you go. Not like this,” George holds your face in his hands, brushing your cheeks with his thumbs, gazing into your eyes with so much love he could burst. You let go of a shaky sigh as you lean into his touch and close your eyes, savoring the way his large hands held your face with such ease. “I’m not letting you go, (Y/N). I’m going to love you forever and ever and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

You open your eyes and give George a sad smile as he sniffles. You reach up and press your lips to his, your kiss mixing with both of your salty tears. This love that you possessed for each other was greater than anything you have ever known. But the universe was trying to tell you that this wasn’t working. For the both of you to live the lives you always dreamed out you had to let the other go. No matter how hard it was going to be. 

The two of you pull away from your sweet kiss before you speak, “I’m never going to stop loving you, George. Nothing will change that. But for now, we need to let go. For both of our sake’s.”

The memory is interrupted by the buzzer going off in your flat. “Shit,” you huff as you scurry over to the intercom. You buzzed him in as you writhed your hands in anticipation, pacing your living room floor. Your eyes dart to the box. Should you move it? Keep it close to the door? If you keep it next to the door does it say you want him out for good? What if you put it on the table? Is that more of a welcome in? Should you let him come in? 

Too many thoughts clouded your mind before a gentle knock sounded on the door. Your heart froze and you stopped in the living room. “Bloody hell,” you breathe out as you look at yourself in the mirror, checking your hair and smiling to see if anything was in your teeth. “It’s just goodbye, (Y/N). Just goodbye,” you tell yourself before you walk over to the door, undoing the latches and locks.

When you swing it open, George stands there, fresh from a shower it looks like. His hair is slightly damp, hanging on his head rather than spiked up and slicked back like it usually was. Like you loved it. A gray t-shirt hung on his body, clinging on his arms, the front tucked into dark wash jeans. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he huffs with a small smile. “Work was crazy and I had to take a shower before I came over. I hope you don’t mind,” he speaks.

You gulp, trying not to blurt out how good he looked right now, the scent of his cologne making your body tingle as if it was some sick love potion. “Not at all,” you manage to say instead, thankfully. “Uh,” you tremble before looking down on the other side of the door to the box that taunted you. Picking it up from the floor, you extend it out to him. “This should be everything.”

George takes it from your arms and huffs, “Great.” He holds it in one of his arms with ease, his biceps flexing under his gray shirt as you watch, eyes hungry. This was some kind of sick joke, wasn’t it? With his other hand, he rummages through the piles, making sure he had everything. “Uh, my quidditch jumper is not in here?” he asks, but it was more of a matter of fact. 

Damn it. You had been caught. You had to come up with something, quickly. “Oh! Yeah! I forgot!” you try to act surprised. “It’s, uh, I washed it. Yeah, um, it’s in my room,” you close your eyes and shake your head. “One minute. You can come in if you want,” you open the door wider as George smiles and makes his way in your flat as if it were his first time here when in reality, he did have his own set of keys. You shut the door and watch him awkwardly stand into the living room, watching you. “Alright then.”

You scurry into your bedroom and push open your closet door, shuffling through the hangers, finding George’s quidditch jumper proudly hanging in the back in it’s crimson and gold glory. Plucking it from the hanger, you sigh in defeat. So much for that endeavor. You flip around to run back into the kitchen where George was waiting, but you were startled to see that he had followed you into your bedroom. “Oh,” you jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles. “I didn’t know if I should have followed you or...” he trails off, awkwardly as you gulp and nod your head. “Seems like you found it.”

“Yeah, here it is,” you hand it to him, trying to savor the feeling of the knit material in your fingertips. It would be the last time you felt that material for a while. “Sorry about this mix up,” you tuck your hands into your sweatpants pockets, rocking back and forth on your heels.

George smiles and shakes his head, “No need to apologize. Honest mistake,” he speaks as you nod your head with an awkward chuckle. Yeah, honest mistake... “I’ll, uh, I’ll head out then, yeah?” he asks with raised brows.

You nod, “Sure. Yeah. Yeah.”

The two of you start to make your way out of your room, but George stops in his tracks when something catches his eye. You stop and follow his line of sight that landed on a framed picture of the two of you from one of your first holidays together. In the photograph, George held up the camera at the two of you, his arm wrapped around you tightly as you leaned into his chest, cuddling into his tall figure. The both of you were mid-laughter, the beautiful beach behind you, the sun fading the back. George smiled softly at the photo as you watched his face shift, your heart fluttering at his reaction. “That was a good holiday, wasn’t it?” he chuckles, walking towards your dresser where the frame stood proudly. It had been two weeks since the break up, but you didn’t bother taking any photos out of the frames yet. You couldn’t bare it. That would mean George was gone for good. 

You smile softly and walk next to him as he gazes at the photograph, all the memories resurfacing of the beautiful beach and the small cabana George had gotten for the two of you with the graduation money he had saved up. “It was,” you recall. “It was like a dream, honestly. We were so young back then,” you say in disbelief. It was true. You were both just eighteen in that picture and now here you were, twenty two, post-break up. The two of you had grown up so much since that holiday. You wish you could jump through the picture and tell your younger self to relish in every moment you had with George because each moment was beautiful. 

George laughs, “We look so young. Merlin...” The two of you chuckle at the photo. “We were so happy,” he sighs before looking at you. You don’t dare peel your eyes from the photograph, knowing that if you look at him right now, you’d melt and give into him. “Look at me please,” he speaks just above a whisper.

Shaking your head, you speak, “I can’t, Georgie. I can’t bear it.”

His heart flutters at your nickname for him. “I want to take a look at your eyes. A good look. One last time and I promise I’ll go.” George reaches out and touches your hand gently, as if you were made of glass and the slightest touch would break you. “(Y/N).”

With a gulp and mustering up all your courage, you turn your gaze to his and your heart melts at the sight. If a look could speak. His eyes were so sad, but filled with so much longing and love and adoration. The face you loved so much, full of so much tenderness, staring down at you. He made you feel like you were the only person who mattered. Because to George, you were. 

The two of you are just looking at each other, absorbing each other’s features as much as possible before one of you dares to speak up. Slowly, George reaches up and cups your face, like you were so used to. “George,” you sigh out breathlessly as you lean into his touch, tears welling up in your eyes. You can’t believe you had to let him go. “I just want to be happy again. With you.”

George gives you a sad smile, “I do too, angel. More than anything. It’s my only wish. Even if it’s just for another day.”

His words make the wheels start churning in your head as you lick your lips before saying, “Then let us have one more day. One more night together. I don’t care if it’s temporary. I just want one last memory with you, Georgie.”

George’s eyes search yours as you desperately hold onto him, needing him, wanting him, yearning for him. George brings your face to his, connecting your lips in a kiss that was unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had. It made the hair on your neck stand up. Your arms wrap around his neck as his wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The kiss is full of urgency and desire, as if you didn’t take each other right now, there wouldn’t be another opportunity for this. 

You break apart from the kiss to pull George’s shirt over his head as he does the same to you only to reconnect your kiss. His lips move against yours, hungrily, passionately as you moan gently into his mouth. George grabs your thighs and hoists you up as you wrap your legs around his torso as he walks over to the bed, laying you down gently, kissing your lips, neck, and collarbones. His lips leave trails of wet kisses as you run your finger through his still damp hair, tugging on it gently. “Please, George, please,” you whine as he kisses the valley between your breasts.

He pulls himself away from your chest to kiss your lips again. “Anything you want, angel. Say the word and I’m all yours,” he tells you, brushing your hair gently. You grab his face and pull him down to connect your lips again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you arch your back, pushing your chest into his. His tongue massages yours as his hands unclasp your bra, throwing it to the floor. 

“I want you to make love to me,” you mumble against his mouth as George smiles softly, his heart fluttering. “I want you to make love to me, Georgie. I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.”

“Anything, angel. Anything you want,” he repeats himself as you both breathily laugh, reconnecting your lips, stripping the other of their remaining clothes. Soon enough, the two of you are naked and George breathes out, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You connect your lips again before you place kisses along George’s jawline as he hovers over you, lining himself up to your entrance, pulling your legs farther open as you wrap them around his torso. George runs the tip of his hard dick up your wet pussy as you bite down on your lip with a sharp inhale. “Please, baby, please,” you beg him which only makes George obey you, pushing his whole length into your aching core as you both moan out in satisfaction. He fills you up in a way that is so familiar and delightful as you dig your nails into his biceps. “Shit,” you moan out as George starts to move, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

“Fucking hell,” George groans out. “You feel fucking incredible,” he breathes out, his hips moving smoothly against yours, pumping his hard cock in and out as your walls tighten around him. “You like that, baby?”

With a whimper, you moan out, “I love it, baby. Keep going, don’t stop. I love the way you fuck me. Fuck, George.” George continues to thrust in and out, picking up his pace, going in deeper as your eyes flutter shut. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder as you groan, “Right there, baby, right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Your praise makes George push your legs open wider so he can push impossibly deeper into you, before hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, making the both of you cry out in euphoria. “Shit, I love the way you feel wrapped around me. Say my name, baby,” George groans.

“Oh, George, fuck, baby,” you moan out louder, head tossed back against your sheets as George buries his face in your neck as you hold onto him. He pounds into you deeper as you are panting in a state of nirvana. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you dig your nails into George’s flesh as he presses love bites into your neck.

He looks at you and speaks, “Look at me, angel. I want you to cum looking into my eyes, baby.” You peel your eyes open and look into his brown eyes, dark with a mixture of lust and love. “I love you, angel.”

As he continues to thrust, you feel the familiar knotting feeling in your stomach as your jaw drops. “I love you,” you breathe out, looking deep into George’s eyes. “I love you so much, baby. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, I love you,” George repeats as you reach your climax, crying out his name in pleasure, head rolling back as you clutch the sheets, coming all over his dick. Shortly after, George finishes, moaning out your name, the both of you a symphony of moans and heavy breathing. 

The two of you come down from your highs as he pulls out and lays on the bed next to you, chests heavy with the rise and fall of incoming and outgoing breaths. You run your fingers through your hair before rolling onto your side to face George who stares at the ceiling. A small smile is on your lips as you place a hand on George’s chest. He turn his gaze to you and a toothy grin is on your face as you giggle, George pulling you close to him with a breathy chuckle. He places a kiss to your temple. The two of you cuddle next to each other, naked underneath your sheets, happy to be resting in each other’s arms. 

That is until George speaks, “You didn’t really wash my jumper did you? You were trying to keep it in hopes I didn’t notice, weren’t you?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you roll your eyes. “You were!”

You sit up, “I was not!”

George laughs, “You cheeky little thing! You were trying to steal my clothes from me after we broke up!”

The two of you are in a fit of laughs, laying next to each other, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin next to each other. You rest your head on George’s chest as he rubs your back. “I wish we could be this happy all the time,” you confess as George sighs, wishing the same thing. But the two of you knew that this wasn’t working anymore. The break up was for the best. 

“I do too, my love,” he agrees. “But I don’t want to focus on what we wish could happen. Let’s just enjoy tonight while we have it, okay?” he speaks as you nod, cuddling further into his touch. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Minutes later, the two of you had fallen asleep, entangled in each others arms, the last words on your lips being confessions of love. 

The morning comes as quickly as you fell asleep. You stretch your arms out and pat the area of the bed next to you, searching for George. But you quickly realize that your George wasn’t there. 

In his place was a piece of parchment that had scribbled onto it, I didn’t want to leave before you woke up, but work calls sadly. Thank you for last night. It was the best night of my life. I love you, (Y/N). I always have and I always will. That will never change. You are my angel. Love always, Your George. P.S. You can keep the jumper. It looked better on you anyway.

A few feet away from the note was the jumper on the edge of the bed, laid out in it’s glory as a small smile made its way onto your face. You reach over and pull the jumper onto your naked body, inhaling the fabric that smelt so much of George, making your heart flutter. “Maybe someday,” you whisper. “Maybe someday, my love.”

[wroteclassicaly]

eddie finding out he has a thing for seeing you do sexual things w his guitar hits different. like???? "give sweetheart a kiss, baby. love seeing my girls making out" pls. pls.

Pleaaaase, this man would go absolutely haywire when you even talk to the instrument.

Side note: I know there’s a few fics where the reader gets dirty with Eddie’s guitar, so I tried to keep this as different as possible, but there’s only so much you can do with a guitar, and I’ve not seen any like this scenario. Lmao. :P

Warnings: Language, mutual masturbation, NSFW, and more!

~*~

It was just a joke—at first. But when you’d boldly plucked Eddie’s most prized possession off the mirror where ‘she’ hung, your boyfriend wasn’t laughing any longer. It was endearing the first few times he told you, “Babe, be careful. She’s irreplaceable, okay?”

“Edward,” You chastised him, sliding the leather strap securely over your chest, your manicured nails stroking her crisp strings. They must be new, you thought? “Anymore emphasis on this inanimate object, then you can emphasize this ass—“ You broke spinning slightly so that he could see the fabric of your jeans straining over your bottom. “—walking straight out the door.”

His doe eyes had widened rather comedically, his ring covered hand waving through the air. “Okay, m’ sorry. But can you just… put her back, please? It’s nothin’ personal, sweetheart—“

“Alright, Munson. You know what? I’ve had enough of this crap. Consider her my girl for the night, because you’ve just lost us both.”

“Baby…”

“Eddie…”

~*~

Thinking back on the short couple of hours that first occurred, it’s a funny thing. Eddie’s whining for his sweetheart’s safe return had ceased upon your threatening to leave his trailer, and ask him to see if ‘she’ could suck him off for the next two weeks.

“You might make her sing, but I can make you scream.” You’d purred.

Deciding you were his favorite lady was an easy choice for Eddie, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t… have some fun with you both. After all, you had stripped down to your birthday suit and reclined back in his room’s newest addition—the beat up old lazy boy. His guitar strap rests across your breasts, her glossy body laying a top your chest. His own personal pinup girl. You start it, really.

Your fingers are strumming aimlessly and watching how his maple irises have obliterated, currently at the mercy of a sinful, midnight sea of blown pupils. You aren’t realizing what you’re doing until Eddie is matching you, movement for movement, his hand in his jeans, tugging his cock out and letting a glob of spit pour off the end of his tongue, using those defined digits to spread it down his shaft. Your breath hitches, awaiting his next words, because he’s swallowing, those plush lips pursing, and you know that he’s got something to say. While you wait, your fingers spread open your cunt, one sliding up and down the slick seam, spreading the sticky wetness around your clit. Eddie chokes on his words, sentence coming out choppy and fragmented.

“F-fuck, princess. My two favorite babes. Just stark naked in my room.”

“Mhm. I’m number one though, Eds. Remember that.” You present him with a middle finger, then push it into your cunt, curling into the squelch.

He croons on a line of obscenities and slouches where he reclines, thumb swiping across the leaking head of his dick. There’s a hesitation and then he’s asking you to do a little favor for him, one you’re not the least bit surprised of.

“Baby, you wanna give my sweetheart a little kiss? Right there at the top? She’s a so lonely.”

“Insatiable dungeon man.” You mutter, but shift her weight to kiss a path along the crimson neck of the guitar, waiting yourself into a moments’ pause, deciding not long after. Watching with a steeled gaze, your tongue’s tip hits the body and you’re licking a straight line directly up the instrument, simultaneously pressing a second finger into yourself.

Eddie literally gasp, his abdomen muscles flexing, fist working harder, the tendons in jugular visible as his orgasm closes in on him. “M’ gonna cum, fuck!”

“Don’t you dare, Munson!” You’re edging your ass off the chair until you can push yourself into a wobbly position, making your way to his bedside. “Get the fuck up and get behind me!”

He scrambles without question, flinging his remaining clothing off and pressing himself into your backside, his throbbing cock pressed against the flesh of your ass. You rock over the friction, shoving your fingers back for him to immediately suckle inside his mouth, moaning like a pathetic little bitch around the taste of your digits. His chin presses atop your shoulder, hair tickling your neck, voice long gone when he speaks. “What do you want me to do?”

“You play,” you say, motioning to the guitar, jutting it with a bump of your knee, then with your newly spit covered fingers, you drag them back between your thighs, “and I’ll play.”

He noses in your the curvature of where your neck meets your shoulder, widening his legs into a spread. Bringing you flush to his ink splattered skin, the hair on his chest and that happy trail stimulating your entire back, his nipples hard and moving over you with every shift as he wraps his arms around your frame, steadying her neck and beginning to strum a few chords of something he’s been working on for himself. The vibrating rhythm and how he’s already getting so into it with sturdy working hands, his rings catching the light as his fingers strum rapidly. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and picks the flesh up before releasing it. “Don’t stop touching yourself, sweetheart.”

“Thought she was?” You sass him, your fingers easily gliding into your pussy without any resistance.

“Be that as it may, I can’t fucking destroy her like I plan on doing to you.” He tilts to the instrument and bumps your hand, causing your fingers to go deeper as he hits a particularly good rift. You don’t know guitar speak much, but you can recognize Eddie’s thorough quality—and it always leaves you salivating.

“Please tell me you’re going to use the handcuffs tonight?” You rub yourself at a faster pump into his cock, feeling it slick up your ass.

“Oh, princess. You have no idea what’s comin’ to you.”

~*~

[aelaer]

Spoilers for NWH!

@i-sudoku

Thanks for the kind comment at the end <3 I'm glad you enjoy my ramblings :)

I am not sure if the trailers were purposefully misleading or if they had shot several versions of that scene and were still deciding which cut to use. I know both scenarios have been used in Marvel trailers. I'm hoping it was a "deciding which cut" scenario, but until Watts or someone else speaks up, we won't know.

I'm also very happy that they went with the cut that they did, that Stephen didn't quite get Wong's blessing, but he wasn't outright going against the new Sorcerer Supreme. It shows a good level of respect for Wong that I think is integral to their film relationship, and also a bit of growth on Stephen's part. That's the most important part of the change for me.

Regarding the spell: I think that Peter messing it up as many times as he did also helps gives Stephen's argument of interference better ground. I think both Peter and Stephen can be blamed in different ways in this matter. Peter didn't offer nearly enough information, and Stephen didn't do his due diligence of asking more questions. Both can be argued that it was the other's responsibility to do so, so I find that just assigning blame to both seems to be the most logical response. And the more interesting one.

Re: letting the villains go to their fates and die I think that Stephen got very jaded after the events of IW and Endgame. He probably tried to figure out a way that had as few deaths as possible but likely saw "fate" put its head in time and again in having the same people die over and over and over in millions of different timelines. And of course he knows the dangers of tampering with timelines, though not how they affect the multiverse (if what he said about his knowledge about the multiverse is indeed true-- and we have no reason to believe he was lying to Peter about that). So I think it's a combination of all of that that hardened his heart from his first movie to NWH. By the end of the movie, he gets a reminder from Peter about the ability to change fates and help the little guy--but he'll always have to keep his responsibility of protecting reality before it. Maybe this reminder will be that he can try to be creative and still protect reality. Who knows--we'll have to see if it plays any role in MoM.

Re: Peter winning in the fight Stephen was going easy on him, 100%. He didn't want to hurt Peter, and he doesn't know the extent of Peter's superpowers and what is the suit. I'm not sure if he's aware that he has super-strength, for instance, or otherwise he may have used the Crimson Bands to keep Peter restrained. But he used the Mirror Dimension to try and shake Peter, but when it came to spells he used against him, it was always verrrryyy gentle spells. Simple Eldritch whips really. If he wanted to *hurt* him he 100% could. But he didn't, so he did not use the full extent of his power--so no throwing buildings on top of him in the Mirror Dimension.

Re: Ned's portal opening Despite Ned opening portals easily, his ability to close them never came to be, which showed his own weak point. Ned was also much, much more willing to believe in magic and the forces of it, unlike Stephen, who was fighting against it until he was stranded on Everest. That's where I believe their main differences lie. So while Ned could start much easier, the finer details then escape him without formal tutelage. For Stephen, once he gets the start and it "clicks" for him, that's when he excels and accelerates in his learning quite quickly. I think your mention of the fear of failure is also another good point of difference between them!

Thanks for the lovely ask!

[fridayfirefly]

Two Birds [Part One]

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Written for Maribat March Day 14 - Dead

Nine-year-old Marinette Dupain-Cheng peeked around the legs of her Grandma Gina to look up at the circus tent. Framed by the setting sun, it looked grand and magnificent, but Marinette still would rather have stayed at home. "We'll be staying here?"

"Not inside the circus tent, silly. There are trailers around back that the performers sleep in. That's where we'll be staying."

Marinette scuffed her shoes against the ground, watching the dust kick up. "Why couldn't we just stay at home?"

"We have to experience new things, Marinette - that's what makes life worth living when you're old like me."

"I don't want to try new things and I don't want to stay with strangers. I just want to stay at home."

"It's only three days, sweetheart. Just trust me. You'll have fun."

Marinette pouted but nodded anyway. "Fine." Marinette loved her Grandma Gina, who brought her gifts from all around the world and told her stories of her travels. However, Marinette didn't like when her parents made Gina babysit. Gina refused to babysit Marinette at home and instead took Marinette on her travels with her. Marinette didn't like traveling, especially when it meant she had to stay with strangers. She much preferred her own bed to the bed of a stranger.

"Gina Dupain!" exclaimed a smiling man, walking out of the circus tent.

"Walter Haly! How are things in the circus business?"

"Worse without you, my lovely Gina. Please tell me you'll perform while you're staying with us."

Gina smiled but shook her head. "I'm too old for the trapeze, Walter. But maybe I can convince this little one to try it out." Gina pushed Marinette out in front of her.

"Oh! Who is this?"

"My granddaughter, Marinette."

Haly knelt down to get to Marinette's height. "How old are you, Marinette?"

Marinette stared down at her shoes, scuffed up brown with dust. "I'm nine years old."

"Do you want to try out the trapeze?"

Marinette vigorously shook her head. "I'm scared of heights."

"Well, we'll see about that. A lot can change in three days." Haly got up and led Marinette and Grandma Gina around behind the tent to the trailers.

Marinette knew that if her mother was there, she would be scolded for being rude, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want to stay at the circus. She wanted to stay in her room, play Ultra Mecha Strike with Kim, and sneak cookies from the bakery when Gina wasn't looking.

Haly pointed to a baby-blue colored trailer. "Gina, you'll be staying on Clarise's couch - you remember Clarise, right."

Grandma Gina nodded. "Clarise was the redhead, right? The sword-swallower?"

"That's the one. Now, her couch only has room for one, so Marinette will be staying with the Graysons. They have a son - Richard - who's her age." Haly pointed out a trailer painted with green and yellow stripes.

Marinette grabbed onto Gina's hand. "I want to stay with you, Grandma Gina."

Gina shook her head. "You have to stay with the Graysons. But don't worry sweetheart, you'll have a lot of fun."

Marinette sighed and dragged her feet as she walked to the trailer. Of all the weekend that her parents left town to go to a pastry exhibition, it had to be the weekend that the circus that Grandma Gina once performed at was in town. Marinette knocked twice on the door and waited for it to open. A pretty woman with dark hair and kind eyes opened up the door and started speaking in perfect French. "Oh, hello! You must be little Marinette."

"Yes ma'am," Marinette mumbled.

"Come inside sweetheart." The woman led Marinette into the trailer. It was cramped and messy, but obviously well-loved. The walls were painted periwinkle and the curtains covering the window were orange with blue butterflies. "You don't have to call me ma'am, it makes me feel old. I'm Mary, and this is my husband John."

John was sitting on the couch, mending a tear in a crimson red leotard. "Hello, Marinette. Welcome to Haly's Circus."

"Hi."

Mary started leading Marinette to a door. "This is our son Dick's room, where you'll be sleeping. We set up an air mattress on the floor. You can drop your backpack off in there. Dick will be showing you tomorrow, keeping you out of trouble."

"Okay."

Dick was sitting on the bed when Marinette walked into the room, reading a comic book. Marinette waved shyly, "Hello, I'm Marinette."

"I'm Dick, Dick Grayson."

"Which comic book is that?" asked Marinette, leaning forward to get a good look at the title.

"It's an American comic book about this superhero named Ant-Man. He can shrink super small or grow super huge. He's really cool."

"Could I read it?" asked Marinette.

"Sure. I even have the first one on my bookshelf. I have comic books for nearly all of the Marvel superheroes."  As Marinette read, Dick explained the backstories of all of his favorite superheroes and why he owned so many of the comics. "I want to be a superhero someday. If I were a superhero, I would want to be able to fly for real, not just on the trapeze.

Just then, Marinette noticed a poster up on the wall. Visit Haly's Circus to watch the amazing Flying Grayson trapeze family. On the poster were three silhouettes of trapeze artists. "That's you on the poster, isn't it?"

"Yep. I've been doing trapeze since I was seven, and I'm ten now, so that's three whole years. I only got to start performing last month, though." Dick hopped off of his bed and sat down on the air mattress, facing Marinette. "While you're here, are you gonna learn how to do trapeze?"

Marinette shook her head. "I can't. It's too scary."

"But trapeze isn't even scary," protested Dick.

"Maybe not for you, but you do it all the time. I've never done it before and I'm scared of heights."

"Hmm. How about, if you try out the trapeze, I'll do something that scares me, too."

"What would you do?"

Dick stopped to think it over, his face scrunched up in a way that Marinette found both cute and worrisome, given that he was thinking over ways to get her to face her greatest fear of all time. "I know! If you learn trapeze, I'll learn to swim."

"No way! Swimming is way easier than trapeze."

"Not for me!" said Dick indignantly. "I've never been able to swim. But I'll learn how if you learn how to do trapeze."

"I don't know..." Dick was so enthusiastic about the plan that Marinette wanted to say yes, yet there was a lingering fear that held her back.

"Trust me, Marinette. In three days you'll be flying like a bird, and I'll be swimming like a fish."

"Oh, alright. I'll try it."

"Great! Now, I still have a question for you: if you could have any power, what would it be."

"Invisibility," decided Marinette, "That way when I'm late to school, I can slip into the classroom without my teacher noticing."

"Good choice. Now it's your turn to ask a question."

Dick and Marinette stayed up late that night, reading comics and asking each other questions. By morning, Marinette knew that Dick's favorite color was blue, his favorite cookie was chocolate with chocolate chips, his favorite comic book hero was Hawkeye (because he doesn't have any powers, but still manages to be a superhero), and his favorite circus animal performer was Zitka the Elephant. Dick was nine months older than Marinette, his birthday being October 2nd as opposed to her July 28th birthday.

"It's time to teach you how to do trapeze!" announced Dick as soon as breakfast was over.

"We offered to watch over you today while Gina catches up with her friends," explained Mary. "Now, I know that you're afraid of heights, and I'm not going to force you to do anything that you don't want, but I think it would be a good experience to try trapeze. I promise you, it's completely safe."

"I'll try it."

Dick grinned. "We made a deal last night. If Marinette learns how to do trapeze then I have to learn how to swim."

John raised one eyebrow. "I thought that you swore off swimming for as long as you live."

"I changed my mind. Marinette has to learn how to do trapeze."

Mary and John were both smiling as they exchanged a look. Mary cleared her throat, then said, "Alright. Marinette, I'll get you a leotard, and then you can get dressed."

Given that they were approximately the same size, Dick would be partnered up with Marinette to guide her through the trapeze while she was in the air. Dick and John went ahead to get Dick in position before Marinette started. However, by the time Mary and Marinette got to the circus tent, Marinette was having second thoughts. While her new white leotard was cute, the thought of plummeting to her death while attempting to do trapeze was much less cute. "I'm not so sure about this."

"Marinette, I promise that there is no way you can get hurt. We'll have you strapped into a harness the whole time."

Marinette looked up at Mary, "You promise?"

As she looked up at Mary, the one thing that Marinette's anxious brain noticed was that the older woman had very trustworthy eyes. "Yes, I promise."

Marinette took a deep breath. "Then I want to learn how to do trapeze."

Mary smiled. "Good. Now, the first thing we need to do is get you into your harness. It will be connected to lunge lines to keep you safe in case you fall off the ladder. Then you'll climb the ladder to the top, and we'll attach you to more safety lines. At any point, no matter what happens, you'll be safe if you fall."

Mary helped Marinette into the harness, re-explaining everything as she went along. "Once you get to the top of the ladder, John will guide you through. Dick will be on the other side, mirroring everything you do, and showing you what to do next if you need help. Got it?"

"Yep. Got it." Now, all Marinette had to do was climb the ladder - the extremely tall, extremely scary ladder.

Mary put her hand on Marinette's shoulder. "You can do this, sweetheart. There will be things in life that you're scared of, and sometimes the only way to move forward is to face those fears."

Marinette smiled up at Mary. "Thank you." She got up onto the first rung of the ladder, then the second, then the third, making sure to look up at her destination instead of down at the ground.

"Good job," said John, as Marinette climbed up onto the platform next to him. "Now I'm just going to clip you into the safety lines and unclip you from the lunge lines. There's a specific set of commands that will tell you when to go. Dick is catching you, so he'll say 'Listo' when he's built up enough height in his swing. You then will say 'Listo' when you grab hold of the fly bar. Dick will tell you 'Ready' when you need to prepare to jump, and 'Hep' is the command to jump. When you get to the peak of your swing, Dick will yell "Hep" again. That's your signal to let go of the bar. Dick will grab your hands with his, and swing you back over to the other platform, where Mary will be there to help you back onto the platform. Are you ready?"

Marinette nodded, gazing at the trapeze setup with determination. "I'm ready."

Marinette watched Dick as he took off, holding his fly bar. As he swung, he transitioned from being upright, holding the bar with his hands, to being upside down, holding the bar under his knees, his hands free to catch her. "Listo!" Dick called out.

Marinette grabbed onto the fly bar. "Listo!"

"Ready!"

Marinette bent her knees and took a deep breath.

"Hep!"

Marinette jumped off the platform, swinging on the fly bar as the wind whipped in her face. It was exhilarating. Her fear of heights was the last thing on her mind as she watched the colors of the circus tent fly by. Marinette suddenly understood what Dick meant, when he told her that he wished to be able to fly. She felt incredible, and she never wanted the feeling to end.

"Hep!" Dick called again as he swung closer and closer to her.

Marinette let go. At the same instant, Dick's hands clasped around hers, and she was swinging with him.

"How does it feel?" asked Dick.

"Amazing!" Marinette cheered as they swung back to Dick's platform.

Mary was there to grab Marinette out of Dick's grasp, pulling her firmly onto the platform. Dick flipped himself upright and did a backflip up onto the platform. "Ta-da! How did I do as my first time as a catcher?"

"The both of you did very well. You were an excellent catcher, Dick, and you were a natural flyer, Marinette. I can see the two of you being able to pull off some exceptional stunts someday, if you were to continue trapeze, Marinette."

"I want to. I really do."

Marinette was eager to get back onto the trapeze as soon as possible, but Mary insisted that they stop for lunch first. As they walked out of the circus tent, Marinette pulled Dick aside and whisper-shouted, "That was your first time as a catcher and you didn't think to tell me?"

Dick shrugged, a mischievous smile spreading on his face. "I thought it would make you more nervous."

Marinette spluttered, "You- you-"

"Dick?" suggested Dick with a straight face.

The pair burst into instantaneous laughter, so hard they were gasping for breath as they made their way back to the Grayson's trailer.

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The next three days passed in a blur. Every morning, Dick and Marinette would start their day on the trapeze. Dick guided Marinette through more and more advanced maneuvers, working as a team to accomplish amazing feats. Every minute they spent together up on the trapeze, Marinette could feel the connection between them growing. After a few hours up on the trapeze, Marinette and Dick would get down, get lunch, and explore the campsite. Marinette got to meet Zitka the Elephant and her calf, Nadia, both of whom were rescued from a roadside petting zoo in Texas and given to Haly after they were deemed too domesticated to be released back into the wild.

Marinette and Dick would get back on the trapeze in the afternoon until Mary and John called them for supper. Then, the circus would perform. Marinette would watch The Flying Graysons perform, amazed by how effortless they made it look. After the performance, Marinette would shower Dick with praise as they walked back to the trailer. Dick pretended that he wasn't flattered, but Marinette could see how much it meant to him, to hear it from her. Though they hadn't known each other for very long at all, there was instant platonic chemistry between the two of them.

Grandma Gina made herself scarce over the weekend, spending most of her time with her old friends from her circus days. However, she always made sure to stop in to watch Marinette on the trapeze, taking pictures to show Tom and Sabine when the couple returned to Paris.

The weekend felt like it lasted both three years and three minutes at the same time; nevertheless, Sunday night still came, and Marinette had to say goodbye.

"I'll just run away with the circus," said Marinette, sitting on the air mattress, staring at her fully packed backpack. "Mary and John would take me in."

Dick shook his head. "They would never allow it, no matter how good you are at trapeze."

Marinette sighed. "I'm really going to miss you."

Dick sighed as well, leaning his head against Marinette's. "This really sucks." After a moment of silently commiserating their terrible fortune, Dick suddenly jumped up. "I know! We can send letters to each other to keep in touch. And I can send you comic books when you need new ones to read."

"But the circus moves around constantly. Where will I send the letters to?"

"I have the schedule of everywhere that we'll be for the next six months. You'll just have to send the letters so that they reach the right destination at the right time."

"That means I can still talk to you!"

And suddenly, goodbye was a lot easier to bear.

------

Haly's Circus performed in Paris twice a year - once in January and once in July - meaning that Marinette and Dick had very little time to spend together in person. However, they did write to each other. Dick would send postcards from all the places he visited and Marinette invested in good stationery to write her letters on. Dick would mail over American comic books, carefully folded and stuffed into envelopes. Marinette would send back handmade patches for Dick to sew onto his leotard. They would write about all the details of their lives that they never mentioned to anyone else. Dick told Marinette that sometimes he wished that he could have had a normal childhood all in one place, but then he would think about all the people and places he would have never met and regret ever wanting anything else. Marinette told Dick that sometimes she worried that no matter how hard she worked to be interesting and funny and worthwhile, she would never be enough for the people around her.

Worried that she would forget how to do trapeze during the six months before Haly's circus returned, Marinette convinced her parents to let her attend the one gymnastics studio in Paris that offered trapeze. They were reluctant at first, worried that Marinette could get hurt, but after a thorough overview of the safety precautions, they finally relented. It was a thirty-minute metro ride, but it was worth it when she got up on the trapeze. Marinette quickly became friends with the other students her age at the studio. Alan, Allegra, and Claude were all two years older than her and lived on the other side of Paris, but they still made time to hang out with Marinette both inside and outside of the studio.

As Marinette grew more and more skilled at trapeze, she decided to try some similar sports. She split her free time between the studio, where she worked on developing her skills at trapeze, gymnastics, and aerial silks, and home, where she worked on designing and creating clothes. It was ambitious for a ten-year-old, but Marinette was determined. She loved trapeze and loved making her own clothes, and she loved those two things equally. She could never give one up, and could barely bring herself to prioritize one over the other when her free time grew scarce.

Marinette had her purpose in life: chasing the feeling of flying as far as it could go and creating things out of nothing but her own imagination. She had all the friends she could ever need, but most important to her was Dick, who, despite their distance, seemed closer to her than anyone else.

------

It was a Thursday, the day that Marinette's world ended. It was sunny and unusually warm for October. For Marinette, the day started off entirely normally. She went to school, ate lunch with Kim and Alix, went to the trapeze studio after school to work on a new trapeze routine, got hot cocoa with Alan, Allegra, and Claude afterward, then went home.

It was the 31st of October, the day that Marinette learned of the deaths of Mary and John Grayson. Mary, with her kind eyes, and John, with his crooked smile, were gone forever. Dick was an orphan.

Marinette was only eleven years old, the day that she learned the details of their deaths. They were on the trapeze, performing the closing act of the Gotham show. Dick was up on the platform, too young for the stunt they were performing. The ropes were cut halfway through. John reached out to catch Mary, going through the motions of a trick they had performed so often it would have felt as natural as breathing for them. John caught Mary. John's ropes snapped. They both plummeted, clipped the edge of the safety nets, going too fast, hitting the ground too hard, dead before the ambulances got there. Marinette couldn't help but picture the bodies of mangled birds that died when they hit the window too hard. Marinette pictured broken bones and broken hearts and in her grief, the only person she wanted was Dick. As much as she was hurting, she knew his grief overwhelmed her. Marinette needed to comfort him. Marinette knew her friend needed her.

Yet, no matter how hard Marinette tried (and she tried so hard, because it was the only thing that gave her any relief from the burning pain in her chest) she couldn't get in touch with Dick. Haly told her that Dick was taken in by Gotham's CPS, and they refused to provide any information about him to the circus. Although the circus was his second home, Gotham refused to return Dick. Haly's Circus was deemed an unfit home. Dick would never be returned.

Every day for months Marinette called Gotham's CPS and begged for any information about her lost friend. She pleaded with them that all she wanted to do was be able to send him a letter. But each time, she was refused.

Three months passed, and by the end of those three months, Marinette felt like her heart had been drained out of her. She had lost Mary and John Grayson, who had taught her not only trapeze but how to overcome fear and be brave. She lost Dick too, but in a different way. There was no way to get in contact with Dick again, and Marinette knew that couldn't spend her whole life mourning the friendship she had lost. She knew that she had to accept it and move on. Still, Marinette never stopped missing him.

Marinette could never quite forget Dick. She remembered him every time she got up on the trapeze, every time she made a new patch that she couldn't send to him, every time she sampled a new pastry for the bakery that she knew he would have loved, every time something big happened and her first instinct was to send a letter about it to him.

Five years without him and Dick still lingered on the edge of her mind. Five years without him and Marinette knew that she would never be at peace until she saw him again.

[mrs-gucci]

There seems to be a darker, more violent take on Clyde floating around right now and I LOVE it!! I’m working on one for him too!

Since you say open for darker requests, I’d love to hear your take on a more violent Clyde! He could be saving you from a stalker. Clyde can show him what a real bad ass can do and then show you how well he can treat you too lol! He could be protecting you from someone at the bar. He could be showing you his special forces skills after some gets aggressive. You name it lol!

Secrets of the Blood Moon {werewolf!Clyde x Reader darkfic}

author's notes: helloooo! my friend shannon, thank you for this request!! I am also a fan of the darker take on Clyde and I hope I did it some justice!! I worked really, really hard on this one, and I’m super pleased with how it turned out.

**PLEASE HEED THE DARKFIC WARNING!! THIS FIC INVOLVES SEVERAL VERY HEAVY AND VERY DARK THEMES, SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!**

warnings: angst. smut. hurt/comfort. a minor car crash. mentions of alcohol consumption. rut. knotting. breeding kink. werewolf stuff. attempted mating bite. murder coverup. clyde feels guilty.

tw's: noncon touching (not by clyde). involuntary attempted sexual assault (werewolf clyde pins her down & dry humps w/o consent, but human clyde doesn’t know he did it nor would ever intend to do it). blood & gore. graphic depictions of murder and violence. human-hunting. depictions of human body consumption (is it cannibalism if he’s technically a wolf when it happens?). werewolf sex.

**this is a work of FICTION. the author does not attempt to condone the actions/behaviors of the characters written.**

word count: 5.9k

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Last Night

Stepping out of your car, you’re instantly suffocated by the thick humidity of the West Virginia evening. The sun paints cotton candy across the sky as it sets behind the trees on the mountainous horizon, the almost full moon hot on its tail, slowly rising on the other side of the sky.

The blood moon comes tomorrow, and from the old folk tales your mom used to tell about the deep West Virginia countryside, some weird shit goes down under the crimson moon. You never really believed her. What all could happen in lil ol’ Boone County, anyway?

The moment you step into the refreshing, air-conditioned Duck Tape, you’re immediately greeted by a loud call of your name.

“Y/N!” You smile and wave at Jimmy. 

Clyde looks up and smiles at you as you come and sit down at the bar next to Jimmy. He serves the customer before coming over to talk with you and the eldest Logan.

You lean over the bar to give him a kiss, earning a couple hoots and hollers from the bar crowd, which made you both laugh as you pull away.

“How was work, buttercup?” He asks, wiping off some glasses. “Weren’t ya doin’ that one presentation today? How’d that go?”

You’re always so flattered that Clyde actually pays attention when you talk about work stuff. Most guys just smile and nod, but Clyde actually listens and remembers. He even remembered your one year anniversary at the company you currently work for, sending you takeout from your favorite place along with some flowers.

“Yeah, it was alright. Boring as hell, but the partners seemed pleased, so that’s all I can really ask for at this point.”

Both he a Jimmy give a small chuckle, nodding before Clyde mixes your favorite drink, setting it down in front of you a few minutes later. You thank him, and the three-way conversation continues before the bar door swings open. 

Something about the man’s entrance makes you look over, already smelling trouble as he steps over the threshold. His eyes are glued on you, a smug smirk etched on his expression. 

A hush falls over the patrons for a few seconds, all eyes on the leather-clad man. Clyde’s hackles are immediately up, body tense as the mystery man saunters over, plopping himself down onto the vacant stool next to yours. 

Things on the floor continue as normal, the chatter picking back up, and you subtly scoot a little closer to Jimmy. 

“Bartender?” A thick New York accent calls.

Clyde walks over, plastering a fake smile on his face, seemingly the epitome of southern hospitality.

“What can I getcha, sir?”

The man gives Clyde a once-over and snickers. “No, seriously, where’s the bartender? I’d like a drink.”

Your grip clenches around your glass. You absolutely hated it when people were dicks about Clyde’s hand.

“Seriously, I am the bartender.” He states firmly. “So, what can I get ya?”

His tone sends a chill down your spine. Normally, Clyde just shuts down whenever someone starts poking fun at his missing hand, but tonight, there was a certain air of frustration, of dominance.

You just thought he’d finally cracked, after years of dealing with this bullshit. But as you would learn, there was an alternate explanation for his sudden outwardly alpha-like behavior.

The guy seems to back off a little bit, just asking for a cold Coors straight from the bottle. You startle a bit when Clyde slams the bottle down on the counter in front of him, and you could swear his eyes turn a light grey for a second before returning to the dark brown pools you’re familiar with.

Everything’s quiet for a little while, the man sipping his beer in silence, before he turns to you. He doesn’t say anything at first, simply allowing his eyes to drink in your seated figure.

“What’s your name, baby girl?” The beer smell of his breath is strong as he leans in. “You lookin’ for someone to keep you company tonight?”

You roll your eyes. Douchebag. “Nope. I’m perfectly content just sitting here, thanks.”

Clyde’s watching the interaction like a hawk as he makes someone’s drink. It’s a wonder he can concentrate on the drink when his thoughts and eyes are glued to you.

His slimy hand touches down on your bare thigh, just above your knee, and you jump in your seat. He grins, trailing it up as he leans in even closer.

“Are you sure? I could show you a real good time...”

Glass shatters from behind the bar and then, Clyde’s grabbing the man by his biker jacket, tossing him onto the floor with an almost superhuman strength. You stand up, appalled, as the man on the hardwood scrambles to get up.

An icy grey begins to frost over his sweet chocolate irises as Clyde clenches his fists by his side. 

“Don’t ya dare touch ma girl, ye pervert.” He growls, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. “Someone ought to show ya what respect looks like.”

The bar has fallen pin-drop silent, all sets of eyes focused in on the developing scene. He cocks his fist above his head, snarling as he readies to pounce on the helpless man. 

It’s then that Jimmy hops up and puts himself between the two men, holding his hands up in front of Clyde. “Don’t do this t’ yerself. Ye know what’ll happen if ya do.”

This seems to bring him back, the warmness flooding back to his irises. His shoulders slump as he huffs softly, pushing past his older brother angrily, storming into his office and slamming the door behind him.

Shakily, the man stands and puts a twenty down on the table before running out of the bar, bell jingling against the wooden door as it eases shut after him.

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The rare blood moon hangs in its place against the pitch black sky as you pull up to the Logan’s trailer home. There aren’t any stars in the clear night’s sky, despite it being the dead of summer, but you don’t think much of it as you approach the shadowed porch.

Moths flutter around the dimly flickering porch light while you peek through the windows, which were as black as the night. Not a single light was on.

Odd. The Pontiac’s parked in its normal spot outside.

You flip the threadbare ‘welcome’ mat up, revealing the rusting gold key beneath. Sticking it in the lock, you turn until the door pops open, an eerie creak accompanying it.

"Clyde?” You say, looking around the trailer’s living room as you flip the living room lights on.

You call for him again. Maybe he’s just taking a nap. “Clyde?”

Still no response. 

Now, you’re getting worried. There’s no note, nothing noticeably out of place; in fact, it’s almost all too still. It gives you the creeps, how still and quiet it is in here.

The scent of suspicion thickens the air around you, and you just get the most awful feeling in your gut that something bad is happening or is about to happen.

Adrenaline begins to pump through your veins as you quickly walk around, peeking in the kitchen, and in the spare room. The air seems to thicken again the closer to draw to Clyde’s room, and you push the door open with bated breath.

You’re absolutely mortified at the sight before you. 

Shreds of carpet, fabric, and mattress stuffing is scattered the floor, and giant claw marks have torn straight through the drywall. The blankets and comforter, at least the remains of them, are disheveled where they lay across the clawed-up mattress. 

His vanity mirror is almost fully shattered, and the products that once sat atop are now tossed across the floor. The chilly summer’s night air flutters the curtains on the opened window above the bed.

The first thought that comes to mind is a bear attack of some kind. Now fully freaking out, you’re wondering how in the world a bear got into the trailer, and why it only seemed to attack Clyde’s room. You scramble to grab your phone from your purse with shaky hands, dialing Jimmy’s number in haste.

Was this one of the blood moon enigmas mom warned about? No, no, bear attacks are pretty common around here.

 It takes a few rings before he picks up.

“Y/N?” He sounds out of breath, exhausted.

“Jimmy, hey. Do you know where Clyde is? I’m at the trailer, and--”

Something that sounds like a growl rips through the speaker, followed by a woman’s voice. 

“Is everything oka--”

“Mellie, I can’t help ya right now! I’ll be there in a second!” He yells in the background. “Sorry Y/N, you were sayin’ somethin’?”

“No, it’s alright. I’m just at the trailer, and I peeked into Clyde’s room...”

“Ya didn’t touch anything, did ya?” His voice is rushed.

You shake your head, eyebrows furrowed. “Uh, no, but--”

The growl comes again, louder this time, and it almost sounds like it’s...a voice. A very deep and very animalistic one, but a voice nonetheless. And it was saying something, although you couldn’t really hear clearly enough.

“Jimmy, do you know where Clyde is?” You’re getting a little impatient.

“Don’t worry ‘bout Clyde, he’s okay, he’s, uhh, here with us.”

“Oh, uh, o-okay.”

But tonight was supposed to be your special night together.

“Y/N? Listen real close, now. I need ya to get outta the trailer and go home, right now. Don’t linger, and refrain from touchin’ anything in the trailer. Lock all yer doors n’ close all the windows when ya get back home, okay? ‘N don’t go outside for the rest’a the night.”

Okay, now you’re starting to get fearful. “What--”

“Jimmy!” Mellie’s panicked voice comes through the phone speaker again, this time a bit clearer. He curses under his breath.

Her cries clearly rattled the eldest Logan, and he quickly tells you to just do what he said and then hangs up in a frantic state. 

You’re frozen for a moment, but then you quickly scurry outside to your car, frantically looking around as you scramble to fit the key in the driver’s side door.  By some miracle, you hold your hand steady enough to unlock it, quickly shutting the door and turning on the engine, peeling out of there like a madwoman.

Suddenly, as you go to pull out of the driveway, a strange apparition appears at the edge of the wood across the street. You squint, trying to figure out what the hell it is. Whatever it is, though, it’s panting heavily and looks...inhuman.

It’s standing on two legs, but its large, probably almost seven feet tall if you had to guess, and must’ve had some type of black fur or skin since it almost blends in with the darkened forest.

The reddish light of the moon is the only light that reflects upon this mystery creature, before it seems to notice your car idling in the driveway. The crisp light grey pupils seemingly glimpse into your soul as the creature looks upon you.

Clearly, now, you can decipher what exactly it is, although you’re in utter shock and skeptical to think it real: A werewolf.

You quickly put the car in reverse, slamming down on the gas, flying backwards for a few seconds before colliding with the trailer’s tin wall. Your head slams forward onto the steering wheel, trickles of blood dribble down your forehead and nose as your consciousness is lost.

When you come to, only a few minutes later, you groan as the welt forms on your forehead. You look around, groggily, seeing that your car is in drive but isn’t moving. Surely when you’d passed out, your foot would’ve come off the brake and you would’ve rolled away...

Stepping out carefully, you find that some bricks have been placed in front of all four tires, effectively keeping the car at a dead standstill. 

Who in the world did this?

Then, you turn your head and walk slowly around to the front of your car, seeing the remnants of sharp teeth marks on your bumper. You’re frozen, a lump slowly crawling up your throat as the realization hits. 

A low growl comes from behind you, and your worst fears have suddenly been realized. You slowly, carefully spin around on your heels, afraid that one wrong move may make you tonight’s surprise entree.

Your eyes meet the soul-piercing grey’s of the werewolf, the one you’d seen at the edge of the forest minutes earlier. The one that seemingly saved your life, but...how did a werewolf know what to do?

As you continue to gaze at the large being before you, you’re struck with a sense of familiarity, almost as if you’d met them before. Strange, because you can’t recall ever encountering a werewolf. Hell, you’ve never even seen a wolf before, other than in pictures. Surely you’d remember coming into contact with a seemingly impossible biological phenomenon such as this one.

His presence is scarily comforting, and you find yourself briefly wondering what it’d feel like to be enveloped in his woolen arms. Well, arm, technically speaking. This particular werewolf seems to be missing the lower half of his left paw.

Then, your mind connects the dots, and you’re shocked to your very core. It wasn’t a bear that attacked Clyde’s room, it was Clyde. This werewolf that’s standing before you is Clyde. That’s why Jimmy and Mellie sounded so frantic and breathless on the phone; they must’ve been trying to keep him contained.

But why? Werewolves usually recognize the important people in their human lives...right? That’s why he’d saved you from rolling off...

Your headlights’ reflection was speared by your figure, creating a shadow that covered most of Clyde’s form, except for the very tips of his paws, which had enormous claws emerging from beneath the thick layer of fur.

“Clyde?” You whisper, and he seems to soften for a moment, falling down on all threes.

Just as you swallow the lump in your throat and begin to cautiously approach the creature, hand outstretched to allow him to smell you, his eyes suddenly darken, the once snowy grey now more like the color of storm clouds. 

He snarls, white teeth shining in the moon’s moody crimson-tinted reflection, and you immediately backtrack. Oh god, I’m fucked.

Your bottom collides with the front of your car, the engine thrumming lowly as it idles happily, grille warm from the machine inside. The headlights are now fully shining on the creature, fur shining under the bright lights as he approaches, lines of drool strung between his sharp fangs. 

“C-Clyde, please,” You plead with the creature. “It’s m-me, Y/N, your g-girlfriend. You know m-me, you don’t w-wanna do t-this...”

It doesn’t seem to do much to dissuade him, the animal within now overshadowing the kind, gentle man you know and love. No, this creature is something else. This isn’t your Clyde.

The wolf stops short of the hood, where you’ve crawled up onto and are laying back, raising his nose up in the air, sniffing. You’re perplexed by this action, but it becomes evident when his ear prick and he says, in that same deep, animalistic voice that was in the background of your call with Jimmy, 

“Mate.”

And then, he’s pouncing, trapping your hands above your head with his one arm while his legs scramble to find a good grip on the metallic surface of the car, hips rutting frantically. 

His muzzle dips down, wet nose running along your jawline and neck, teeth scraping dangerously against your thin skin. He quickly settles on a spot behind your ear, growling as his pink tongue darts out to begin lapping at the spot. 

You’re completely still, both physically restrained and unable to bring yourself to even try to move as the creature drags his fangs across the skin behind your ear. Your car is rocking back and forth with his hips’ violent movements, dragging his enormous cock against your lower stomach. 

He pants into your ear, breath hot as he prepares to sink his sharp fangs into your tender skin, marking you as his forever...

“CLYDE!”

Jimmy’s voice pierces through the still of the night. Crickets stop chirping for a moment, and Clyde’s body stills. His head whips around, snarling at his brother.

Mellie’s right behind him, and she peers around him, trying to look at you. “Y/N, are ya alright?”

“YYYeah,” You manage, somehow. “I-I’m o-okay.”

Clyde hops down, all three feet planted on the ground, hackles up as Jimmy takes a step forward. “Mate.”

“She ain’t yer mate.” Jimmy says, calmly. He points to you. “Look at whatcha done to ‘er, Clyde. Would a mate look like that, huh? Look at ‘er, Clyde, she’s all beat up and scared outta her damn mind.”

The wolf visibly stands down, slowly turning his head to look back at you, seeing the scratches on your wrists and the marks on your neck. He sees the bit of wetness on your shirt and shorts, from his slick.

He hangs his head and begins to cry, whimpering and whining as he sprints off, surprisingly agile and quick for a wolf with three paws, across the road and back into the woods.

His blood’s boiling, he’s angry that he couldn’t defend you against Jimmy, mad that his alpha instincts had failed him. Even as a werewolf, one of the most powerful beings in the forest, he was still weaker than and overshadowed by his showboat older brother. 

Loud barks of anger rip through him as he masterfully maneuvers through the forest, weaving through the trees, dodging thorns, leaping over the fallen tree trunks. 

The sky suddenly begins to empty down onto Earth, the cool summer night’s rain a welcomed refreshment on Clyde’s fur. He looks up at the blood moon, huffing softly as he silently curses the orb for bringing this condition to him each full moon, as he did every single moon before this, and will continue to do with every one after.

He reaches his cave a few minutes later, stopping dead in his tracks when he smells smoke coming from inside. He’s on high alert, now, as he moves to peek into the cavern.

There, he finds a lone man sitting by a very small fire, rubbing his hands together over the heat. He’s clad in head-to-toe tree camo with a shotgun laying just out of arms reach.

This man’s scent feels awfully familiar, Clyde thinks, but it takes him a minute to figure out why. And, when he does remember, Clyde is suddenly not so sympathetic for the unwanted visitor in his cave.

The wolf’s mind falls to a certain memory from last night at Duck Tape. This is the jackass that thought he could get away with feelin’ you up. The one that poked plenty ‘a fun at his missing hand. 

Clyde’s still-hard cock presses up against his furry stomach in excitement, tongue licking over his razor-sharp fangs. He couldn’t protect or avenge you last night, again due to Jimmy, but maybe he can now. 

Jimmy ain’t gonna get in my way this time ‘round.

He can’t just come running into the entrance, no, that allows him too much time to grab the gun. He thinks, and thinks, until he remembers the connecting cave that he’d recently found on the last full moon. He bets he can get in there and creep up behind the man, do a sneak attack. 

He’s salivating in anticipation as he bounds down to the opposite side of the cave, paws padding lightly against the soft gravelly dirt floor, trotting along carefully.

The man is none the wiser to the wolf’s presence, and the hum of the loud rain certainly wasn’t hurting. A loud crack of thunder suddenly rips through the forest, vibrating the ground. Clyde freezes briefly as the young man curls up further, chin resting in the gap between his knees. 

Predatory instincts pumping through his veins at an all-time high, he crouches down as he stalks closer and closer to the unsuspecting body by the small fire. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, now right behind the man, moving in slow motion so as to not alert his victim.

When the time is right, just as the next clap of thunder rumbles the rocks, Clyde pounces. He grabs the man’s shirt, dragging him out of the cave with an unprecedented swiftness. The fire is extinguished with the tussle, leaving the cave shrouded in darkness, the shotgun laid abandoned on the ground where he’d put it.

He struggles against the wolf’s grip, fabric ripping violently the further his body’s dragged along. Clyde throws him out onto the forest floor, pawing at the ground like a wild stallion as the disheveled man scrambles to his feet.

His hands are shaky as he holds them up in front of him, as if trying to calm the creature like a domesticated dog.  “E-Easy, easy.”

If he could, Clyde would’ve rolled his eyes at the man’s pathetic attempt to talk down at him. He snarls, watching in amusement at the way he startles and stumbles back. 

Clyde’s got the man backed against the trunk of an old oak within seconds, and he stands up on two legs, glaring at the much smaller figure. He bares his teeth, a wolf’s version of a devilish grin.

“Run.”

It seems like the man is caught in between being shocked that this wolf just spoke English and being chilled to the core by his word. He sputters for a moment, brain smoking as it churns on overdrive, before his legs carry him as quickly as they can down the mountainside. 

The wolf casually trots along after him, in very little rush to catch him. He’s throbbing hard now, the excitement translating into pure arousal. Clyde knows these woods like the back of his hand; there’s no where for this man to hide from his inevitable fate as the wolf-man’s next meal.

His head continuously whips around, meeting the grayish-white orbs tucked behind a thick coat of jet black fur. In a frenzy, he tucks himself behind a large tree, catching his breath.

Twigs snap in seemingly all directions, his breath heavy as his eyes flicker all around the dark, damp wood, the only light coming from the crimson-tinted orb above. He reaches back and wraps his arms around the tree’s trunk, panicked.

A low growl rattles his eardrums and he looks to the side, seeing the black creature right at his side. Clyde’s head snaps to the side, looking directly at his victim.

Crying out in fear, the man leaps forward to make a run for it, but is quickly taken to the dirt by the wolfish creature. The man squirms and screams out for mercy, for God, and Clyde knows what he has to do now.

He quickly sinks his teeth into the back of the mans neck repeatedly, effectively severing the spinal cord, leaving the man completely limp and defenseless. A quick and effective manner of disabling a victim, he’s learned through hunting animals, but keeps him just alive enough to see what’s being done to him. 

Clyde flips the limp form over, now on his back, and his eyes are wide as he watches the wolf above him, black fur now stained red around the mouth, stare down at him with a hungry gaze.

His mouth opens, probably to beg for his life, but it’s too late. Fangs sink through his shirt and into the flesh of his chest, just above where his rapidly beating heart lay.

The thump-thump rhythm slows, then stops, the life leaving his body. Sweet copper tang coats the wolf’s tongue as the body is drained of its remaining energy. 

There is little feeling better than watching the life slowly and steadily drain from the eyes of a victim, and suddenly, Clyde’s throbbing arousal has reached an almost unmanageable point.

But, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to devour his freshly-caught prey, especially while it’s still warm. So he digs in immediately, carving further into the hole over the heart he’d already created, ripping out the vital organ.

He holds it triumphantly between his teeth for a moment before setting it aside. His craving is more for the meat, he’s never been much of a fan of organs, so he gets to work separating the good meat from the corpse.

Once he’s done, he lifts his nose in the air, howling loudly. He’s never been this hard before, he swears it, and there’s only one person that can satisfy this urge:

You.

For a wolf on three legs, he reaches your house in record time. He can already feel the wolf-ness fading steadily, the human beginning to peek through the cracks. But, his rut doesn’t give at all, and he bounds up the steps and scratches at your door.

You’re startled by the noise, already a gut feeling you know who it is. When you open the door, Clyde’s wolf figure is sitting politely on your doormat.  Should you let him in?

He pushes past, whimpering as he does so, before you can make a decision. You shut the door slowly before turning around to face the creature. He seems a bit different than when you saw him earlier, seeming a bit more human.

You stand against the door, back pressed up against it, looking down at the wolf in your living room. 

“Y/N.” He breathes, huskily, attempting to ignore the hardness pressing up against his wooly stomach. “N-Need you. Please.”

He’s ashamed as he stands up on his hind legs, wrapping a clawed hand around his oozing cock, jutting his hips out as if to show off for you. The alpha in him needs to show you how suitable of a mate he is, what strong pups he can give you.

“It hhhhurts, b-buttercup.”

The battle going on inside him, animal versus human, is painfully evident on his expression. Your hearts been ripped in half as you watch him struggle with himself, the human trying to overpower the animal, and the animal trying to fight off the human.  He doesn’t even know what he did to you earlier. 

“What do you need from me, Clyde? I’m here to help you, honey, I’ll do whatever you need.”

His eyes widen in surprise, but its quickly replaced by a look of what can only be described as pure, primal hunger.

“Floor. A-All fours.” The wolf-man manages, desperately humping his hand to offer some relief. “G-Get the lube, ffffuuuck, I mmuhhmight hurt ya without it.”

You rush to get the lube, placing the tube next to you as you pull your leggings down, exposing your bare cunt. Clyde watches with an eager anticipation as you spread yourself for him. 

As soon as you’re into position, he practically falls over on top of you, hips rutting uncontrollably as he smoothes lube over his drooling cock and lines up with your entrance. 

“B-Buttercup, I...I’m sssorry ‘bout what’s ggon’ happen. This ain’t me, ppuhpplease remember that, mmkay?”

You nod, tearing up at the pure agony in his voice. “I w-will, Clyde.”

His hips shove forward, a choked howl escaping his lips, balls tightening. You cry out, the burn of your walls stretching to accommodate his girthy length more prominent than usual.

Veins bulge out of his neck, jaw clenched as he begins moving, mercilessly plowing into you from behind. He plants his clawed hand next to yours, loud and desperate scratching noises accompanying the wet squelch of your joined torsos. 

The carpet is shredded, hardwood floor scratched permanently by his feet as he humps you with a desperation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. This really wasn’t Clyde, but you soon realized that you exactly mind this side of Clyde, this primal instinct, this roughness. It was arousing, bittersweetly so.

When you look over your shoulder at the wooly mass moving behind you, your eyes widen. You didn’t notice the shiny substance from a distance, but now that he’s up close, you see that it coats his snout and has even dripped down onto his breast.

A gripping fear bubbles in your stomach. But then, you rationalize immediately, before you find yourself too deep down in this rabbit hole of worry. He probably just hunted a deer or a rabbit or something. He’s a fucking wolf, remember?

You almost sigh out loud in relief, but you keep it in, instead moaning along with each of his thrusts.

“D-Did ya like muhmmahhmm--ma w-wolf cock?” He asks. 

You nod. “Y-Yeah, ohhh god, I liked it.”

“Gonna gguh-give ya real nice p-pups.” His muzzle rubs over the spot behind your ear, the same one that he’d been after earlier, smearing some of the crimson across your skin. He licks it with as much consistency as possible, considering the speed and intensity of his hips. “F-Fill ya u-up, knot ya gggood ‘n deep.”

You’re almost positive he’s talking pretty much nonsense at this point, his rut brain having completely taken over. You know you’re not gonna cum, but it doesn’t really matter; you’re doing this for him, after all.

“Oh g-god, I’m cummin’, I’m gonna--”

He pauses his hips, howling softly as he cums. But this time, something else begins to swell, and you cry out as it does so. 

“M-Ma k-knot,” Clyde breathes in explanation. “Keeps it a-all inside y-ya.”

You nod, not really knowing what all he’s talking about but not really caring for an explanation right now. 

“‘m gonna h-havta stay inside y-ya fer a lil while. S-Should be ‘b-bout 30 minutes or so.”

His tongue begins moving over your cheeks and neck, something that makes you smile, that helps you remember that your beloved boyfriend’s in there somewhere.

The half hour waiting period passes, and as much as you’ve loved snuggling with your boyfriend (who’s wolf counterpart is relatively cuddly, despite previous reservations), you’re happy to have him off you.

After wishing you a final goodbye, citing the need to ‘clean up his cave a bit’, he trotted back out the door and galloped like a madman (wolf?) back out into the shadowed wood, leaving you alone once more.

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It’s all over the news when you flip on the TV a couple days later.  Hunter Found Slain in Boone County Woods, Bear Attack Suspected.

You have this awful, sick-to-your-stomach feeling that what happened the other night, when Clyde came to your house still in wolf form with a snout and chest covered in blood, had something to do with this. 

When the picture of the victim came up on the screen, you audibly gasp, recognizing the face. It’s the guy that was feeling you up at a few nights ago at Duck Tape. 

Oh god, no. 

Suddenly, the door flies open, and Clyde’s panting as he rushes in and shuts it behind him. He looks pained, bottom lip trembling. “Have ya s-seen the ne--”

“...Police are still investigating the scene...foul play has not yet been ruled out...”

His entire demeanor falls, and the tears fill his eyes. He’s visibly shaking. You stand up and rush over to him just as he collapses on the floor. 

You’re freaking out, trying to confirm what it is you’re pretty sure you already know.

“C-Clyde, did you...?”

He looks up at you from where his head now rests in your lap. “I c-can’t quite remember, b-but I think...I think I m-might’ve.”

Sobs wrack through his body as he cries hoarsely. You’re in shock, somehow hearing the words makes the reality suddenly hit like a damn semi-truck. You run your hands through Clyde’s slightly matted mane, soothing him as best you can. 

“Clyde, it’s okay, baby. It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” You whisper.

“Y-Yeah it i-is, though. I k-killed ‘im.”

You try to stay strong, for Clyde’s sake, but the tears are swelling in your eyes at an uncontrollably fast rate.  “But you d-didn’t do it o-on purpose, h-honey.”

His face seems to drop even more when he sees that you’re about to cry. He sits up shakily, pulling you into a big ol’ bear hug.

“Oh, buttercup, oh god, ‘m sorry. I didn’t m-mean to drag y-ya into all ‘a t-this.”

You sob into his shirt, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close. It’s hard to believe that this man, this kind, gentle man, could’ve done something like this on purpose. Clyde would never hurt a fly.

From what he’s told you, which granted is very little, the line between werewolf and human for him is quite a blurry one. He seems to only be able to remember parts of what happened, and his subconscious is only there for part of the time.

Which means that he’s technically innocent, since he can’t remember nor could he control his canine impulses or instinct. As far as you’re concerned, werewolf Clyde and human Clyde are two different beings.

“I-If anyone ever f-found out ‘bout ma c-condition...”

You pull away and look up at him, holding his face in your hands. “Clyde, I-I’m not gonna turn y-you in.”

“What?” He looks at you with a furrowed brow, like he’s surprised to hear your words. “Y-Yer not g-gon’...?”

Shaking your head, you swing your leg over his lap, hugging him once more while your face settles into the crook of his neck.

“No, of course not. I know you’re a good p-person, and like I said before, it’s n-not you. Your w-wolf side is not really you, Clyde, at least not entirely.”

Clyde looks down at you with an incredibly grateful expression, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tilts your head up with one of his meaty fingers, immediately pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is relatively short, just a showing of his gratitude, of his love for you. When he pulls away, you maintain eye contact.

“Okay, so most of the solid DNA evidence will have been washed away by the rain and tampered with by the elements over the past few days that the body’s been outside. Plus, they aren’t looking for wolf DNA, and even if they somehow knew, your wolf DNA wouldn’t lead to your human identity, at least I don’t think so...”

Hours and hours of watching countless true crime shows, movies, and documentaries are finally paying off.

“But, do you remember leaving anything, anything that could indicate foul play? Really search your memory.”

He puts his metaphorical thinking cap on, closing his eyes as he tries to recall anything of use from that night, but nothing comes to mind. His eyes swell with tears as they blink open and he shakes his head. “I can’t ‘member anythin’.”

“That’s okay, Clyde. They won’t find out, I promise, they won’t.” You kiss his neck. “For now, let’s just try to relax and we’ll keep an eye on the news. Will you come snuggle on the couch with me?”

Clyde smiles softly, nodding as you pull away and stand up, extending a hand to him. He takes it, standing up seconds later.  As you walk into the living room, he says your name, causing you to turn around with a slightly perplexed expression.

“Thank ya.”

You smile brightly. “I love you, Clyde.”

“I love ya, too, darlin’.”

[stainedglassthreads]

Okay so from the recent 2.1 trailer and past information from artifacts, it seems likely that Signora is the Crimson Witch of Flames. Not confirmed, but likely-- and I really hope that she IS, because it would create a foils situation that I’m extremely excited for. 

Because from the Crimson Witch artifact set and Stainless Bloom artifact, we can piece together a sort of timeline for the Crimson Witch/Signora... a timeline which eerily mirrors what we know of the Bloodstained Knight featured in the Bloodstained Chivalry artifact set and the Black Sword weapon. 

Crimson Witch and Bloodstained Knight both began as relatively normal citizens of Mondstadt alive at the same time, who had some connection with Rostam and Arundolyn. CW and Rostam were implied to have feelings for each other, and Rostam is also implied to have mentored BK. 

CW went to Sumeru to study at the academy, and while she was there the Cataclysm struck. Rostam died and Arundolyn was left adrift and grieving, unable to lift his sword to defend Mondstadt. 

CW returned from Sumeru to see her loved one dead, and from there, both she and BK walked very different paths, albeit each alone. They each slaughtered all the monsters they can find, until ash and blood stained their clothes dark, until the people they protected saw them as indistinguishable from the monsters they slew, and the birds that followed them were their only companions. And eventually, both reached the brink of death. 

When the Crimson Witch’s fire was at the verge of consuming her too, Pedrolino came and offered her a deal-- extinguish the flames through the power of a Cryo Delusion, so they can achieve their mutual goal of destroying both the Abyss Order and Celestia, to which CW agreed, and was in a way reborn as Signora, it would appear. 

On the flip side, the Bloodstained Final Hour described how, as the Bloodstained Knight lay dying at the bottom of the Abyss, he learned about how the Khaenri’ans had been wrongfully cursed, decided that his code of chivalry would not tolerate such an injustice, and swore his loyalty to the Abyss. 

The Bloodstained Chivalry artifact set does not detail if Bloodstained Knight was reborn, or what sort of existence he leads now, but the similarities between his story and the Crimson Witch/Signora’s are uncanny. And the idea of two people who knew each other at the time of the Cataclysm, who fought its monsters, died, and were reborn as notable members of enemy factions, came to meet again... I just really really really wanna see that conversation, please give me this conversation please-- 

[wolviecore]

Oh wow oh wow- so like. A time skip AU. But established Jugpea. @viknikisbae came up with the brilliant concept of ' what if Jug left Riverdale, yes, but he still came back every now and again? Maybe once a year? And him and SP have this tentative, fragile thing between them called 'hard-core pining idiots loving one another so much but they don't say anything and pretend everything is okay. Until it isn't.'

So yeah. Jug can't take the thought of them only being friends with benefits and nothing else,- even if he doesn't deserve someone like Sweet Pea. Someone too right and too good to deal with his broken self.

Jug knows Sweet Pea pretends to be okay with it; pretends he prefers hours over years, kisses under twilight instead of daylight, hushed 'I love yous ' when he thinks Jug is sleeping to saying it with his chest. Jug loves him right back, desperately, achingly, back.

He wants this world, who treated him poorly and unjustly, to KNOW it wasn't pwerful enough to take that away.

Sweet Pea loves strongly, loves deeply, loves in ways not every man could. In ways Jughead doesn't deserve,  but maybe someone better will.

So he calls the arrangement off, and leaves Riverdale for good.

He breaks Sweet Pea's heart gently.

Jug comes to town, and Sweet Pea waits by THEIR booth, as usual; he already ordered for Jug. He's been in this seat so many times before it feels more like home than his actual house.

He watches bluesky bleed orange, then midnight black, and counts the stars one by one until he realizes Jughead won't come. So he goes home- and Jug is leaning against his trailer. Dwelling on nothing in particular, fiddling with his fingers.

Concern blossoms like a thorned flower, squeezing at Sweet Pea's chest when he tries to look Jug in the eye and finds the sea green eyes he loves to admire terribly dull, even in the dark. Sweet Pea steps forward, crackling leaves trailing at his boots.

The nature echoes , because neither of them say a word. That's the problem,  wasn't it? Both of them speak, but they never talk.

" I forgot to give these back," Jug whispers, carefully calm,  words chillingly rehearsed, as if he practiced them in a mirror until he got the tone just right.

They betray no emotion other than nonchalance. A mellow death, if Sweet Pea ever heard one. "Here; They're yours. I don't want them anymore."

Like hell. Like fucking hell. " You were late at Pops today; Sunset looked nice," Sweet Pea shoves past him, feet stomping , heart racing and bleeding and cracking all the way. 

His joints tremble with aching anger, panic. He's losing him. He's losing his baby and it will stick this time. "Anyway, wanna come in?"

Jug doesn't follow right away, but Sweet Pea swears he heard some harbored breathing, forced intake of breaths, a few mumbled curses salted with sorrow.

Sweet Pea  hopes his heart break just as much as his own. And he hates that most of all. "Nate, please."

Sweet Pea stays deaf to it. " You know, you could've called. Had to phone Red to ask if you were even in town, and that wasn't a happy talk. I also had to eat that gross milkshake and fries thing by myself, which, you owe me for now,- damn it why won't it go the FUCK in?!"

The keys won't fit because his hands are shaking, too pained, and too jittery to match the lock. His throat feels raw, matching the pain in his chest, and his voice sounds broken even to his own ears.  "Why won't it go on?"

"Nathaniel, look at me, - "

The pain overpowers Sweet Pea. He punches the door, blow after blow after blow until the shape of his fists leave deep dents in the surface and a few bones crack under the weight of his fury. Fury, or heartbreak? In love, both might as well be synonyms.

The assault is stopped by a small hand resting on the taller man's crimson fist, too gentle and too loving for what he's doing. Sweet Pea stops nonetheless,  - Jughead Jones had him bewitched, ever since they were 16, trading giggly kisses behind Pops.

He could make Sweet Pea do just about anything. Either with a pleading tone or big Bambi eyes staring, asking for what his mouth won't, because he never had to. Sweet Pea always knew what Jug needed, what he wanted,  the desires he didn't want to name. He just KNEW Jug.

But clearly not enough to see this coming. "We can't keep this up. Its not healthy."

Sweet Pea snorts, vindictive, venom pouring dripping on his words. His soul is burning and he wants Jughead to know he's holding the matches. "And you, Mr. New York junkie fuck, know everything about health, huh?"

Hurt washes over Jug's features, and Sweet Pea wants to take those cruel words back with a quickness, take his boy in his arms, grovel for forgiveness. But they're past that now.

."Newsflash, asshole! It's the only thing we have, and it didn't kill us yet!" He's desperate.  And it tastes so bitter, so sour, a vicious thing clawing at every nerve of his body and invading every thought.

The smaller man's jaw clenches, his right cheek hollow. " Dying goes beyond not breathing, Sweet Pea. And I can't, - I can't let you do this to yourself anymore,"

and then, under the winking stars of Sunnyside Park, Jughead Jones places his dog tags in his bloody hands, plants a kiss on the corner of his mouth, and breaks his heart into a million pieces, all begging for a place to go wherever Jug is going.

"You were the best part of my life," liar, he's a fucking LIAR, a pretty one, sweet voiced and summer warmth with skin, but a liar all the same. If that was true, he would stay. If that was true, this wouldn't taste so much of heartbreak. "I'm sorry I couldn't be that for yours."

He's going to walk away,  leave Sweet Pea behind, AGAIN, like he did when they were 16 and in love without even knowing how to love yet. As if Sweet Pea means nothing. As if his love means nothing.

"I LOVE YOU," he screams, because he wants this boy to know, to be kept awake every night like Sweet Pea was. Haunted by just how deep this glass shard love could cut. Jones can run from him, but he won't be able to outrun this. "ASSHOLE."

Jughead halts, fists balled, chasing a phantom weight no longer there. "I know."