#going into the game i was afraid he was going to be all about his griffon but the griffon is turning out to be like a metaphor for his life

[faiszt]

⠀⠀⭑⠀𝆬⠀⠀CLOSE ENOUGH:⠀✴⠀ r. cameron.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ minors do not interact.

PAIRING:⠀s2!rafe x stalker!reader.

†⠀⠀LISTEN TO:⠀close enough by ava morse.

wordcount: 3.7k⠀⠀|⠀⠀CONTAINS: ⠀ smut content. violent behavior. obsessive behavior. hard / strong language. drug mentions. kidnapping. face sitting. rough sex. slightly size kink. p in v. unprotected sex. dirty talk. face fucking & tits sucking.⠀ minors who interact with this will be blocked.

꒰ SILLY NOTES:⠀hi, sweets! i still don’t have a masterlist and stuff, i know, but i just really needed to write this. also, this is my first time writing a smut in my life, so... forgive me for any mistakes, i swear i'm trying and i’d be so happy if you could tell me what you think of it.⠀⠀⠀⠀(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 💬 ♡

there were two perfect words to describe you from what rafe thought: kind and sweet. so sweet, the kind that made him stop and think ‘what hole did you crawl out of?’ well, in a honest answer, the hole you crawled out of was hell. this isn't a silly little joke, it's reality, your sweetness was the perfect counterpart to the kind of obsessive and insane devil you've become since the day you laid eyes on him.

it took rafe longer to figure this out than you had anticipated before starting this freak game between you.

if he needed someone lovely, you'd be her. if he needed someone gentle, you'd be her. but, if he needs someone as crazy and fucked up as he is? his lucky day, you were all of that without even having to hide it with cute clothes and a damsel in distress demeanor.

150 days that you knew him, 150 photos of him kept in the last drawer of your dresser, right under your panties like a stupid plan not very calculated, but existing. a photo a day that you wisely chose every time you followed him around like an abandoned puppy, finding out things about him and his life was part of the shameless fun.

and each time he accidentally noticed you, you acted as he expected you to act. a confused expression and a gentle smile, pretending you were doing anything that a weirdo would, acting like it was purely fate putting you in the same place as him. what kind of shitty fate was this? god could only be punishing you for putting you in each other's lives.

but, no siege was impossible to close, and eventually, the pieces fell right into place in his mind. too late, he was the little mouse that bit the cheese in the mousetrap.

not that his insanity had reached its limit—you were never any different from that—it was just something you wanted to do and felt he needed, given how much stress you'd watched him go through lately. it wasn't wrong, was it? it was just love, no matter how strange, violent, and intense.

just a little help, you wouldn't hurt him... you'd just show that you can take care of him as well as anyone else since no one would take care of him if not you. plus, in the meantime, he could taste his own medicine with someone just like him, or worse.

“what the...” his eyes opened with difficulty, a throbbing pain in his head and his body limp, tingling, almost struggling to move. a dimly lit room, definitely not his room, unless he had been drugged enough to forget how he got there—which was what it looked like. “that’s all i needed now.” rafe thought he was talking to himself.

until he notices you there, sitting in front of your desk, swinging your feet with only one side of the earphone in your left ear, scribbling something. how cute, he thought, not thinking really much about it and when he did, well, he knew he was so fucked.

hands tied to the headboard, he wouldn't even question how you managed to drag him there, but there he was, gagged on a girl's bed. he could kick you if you came near, if it weren't for the clear fact that you both knew he wouldn't do it, first 'cause he wasn't afraid of you, second 'cause he wanted to know how far you'd go.

honestly, if you didn't go all the way, he'd make you go all the way with him since you were the one who brought him here, you had to do something about it now.

“are you plannin’ to make me die here or just playin’ some insane weirdo game, princess?” he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position—even though nothing felt comfortable when his wrists were gagged. he was just trying to get your attention. was it strange that he was finding this too interesting and appealing to simply want to run away?

you turned in your chair, taking the earphone out as you left your pencil on the table. his eyebrows slowly rose when he noticed you was you, the acting was good, he had to admit, not every girl who was into him would simply gag him in her bed like he was her own doll. it was confusing, arousing, a lot of things his mind was trying to think about.

“you looked stressed, i just wanted to make you relax.” you mumbled with a sweet, albeit fake, smile, still swinging your feet in the air. so handsome, you thought, watching him with his disheveled hair and looking so vulnerable to you. “are you relaxed, rafe? or you need me to help you again?” 'cause there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't do for him at this point.

your smile only made him let out a nasal laugh, looking away for a brief moment as he stared at the ceiling. “nice way to relax someone, huh?” he scoffed. “but, since you’re offering... i think i’d be more relaxed if you let my wrists go from that rope.” he tried to suggest, blue eyes looking at you again with a disguised pleading, as if he could actually convince you like that.

“you look better this way.” you grumbled, standing up and walking over to sit on the edge of your bed, his knee lightly brushing against you for a moment. “but, if you wanna leave, i’m not really stopping you. just say the word and we both pretend it never happened.”

“but, i don’t wanna pretend it didn't happen... and i don’t wanna leave either.” he wouldn't say it out loud, but secretly he thought you were kinda wimp. what? you just do all of it and brought him here to... well, nothing? no, no, he knew you could do better than that. “i want you to do what you wanna do, or have you bitten off more than you can chew? don’t tell me you’re that stupid, princess.”

for a man gagged in your bed, he sounded very confident and intimidating in every word. he wanted you to do it so badly, whatever the fuck you had in mind, 'cause it was turning him on to see you do this to him. “come on, you know you didn’t gagged me in your bed to let me leave.”

and, as expected, what he said had exactly the effect he wanted. in less than a minute, your legs were on either side of his hips, straddling him as he looked up at you with a smug little smirk, not caring about the darkness in your eyes. you looked hot like that, he didn't really care about the implications of fucking you without using his hands.

“you talk too much, cameron.”

“then, you should shut my mouth.”

the implication of his words had almost immediate consequences. you bent over him, hands on both sides of his head, pinning him even further into the mattress as you pressed your lips hard against his. there wasn't one percent of delicacy in that messy kiss, just hunger and desire and rafe noticed it, feeling his blood rush to his lower half.

he moaned softly against your lips as he returned the not-so-loving affection, letting your tongue invade his mouth as if he was completely at your mercy—and he, actually, was. not that rafe had ever agreed to be on the bottom very often, but if it ended with you riding him, then it was for a good cause.

when you had the urge to separate your lips from his, it was like being woken up from a trance, he didn't say anything and if his wrists weren't gagged, his hands would be saying something for him. he ran his tongue over his reddened lips, slightly swollen from the inner contact, as if he wanted to know if the remnants of your taste were still there.

“y’know,” rafe started talking after a few seconds, noticing how breathless you looked from just one kiss. it was kinda cute, he'd give you credit for that. “if i wasn’t gagged here, you’d already be face down in that pillow.” he said with such conviction that you had to roll your eyes, thrusting your hips down only to see his facade tremble at the small contact over your clothes.

“yeah, yeah, but you’re gagged and i’m on top.” you gave him a mocking smile, gently patting his cheek before grabbing his chin, making him look straight into your eyes. “and that’s a lose-lose, for you, not for me.”

“lose-lose? i don’t see it that way, sweetheart,” his blue eyes dropped downwards, indirectly giving you the message that it wasn't bad for him when you were the one straddling him in your bed on any given day. “i’m just wonderin’ when you’re actually gonna act beyond these boring little kisses and put that pussy to sit on somethin’.”

“you’re talking too much again, cameron.” you shook your head in disapproval, sighing deeply as you pretended to think about what you were going to do to him. “but, since you want me to do something and i want you to shut up...”

you let the words hang in the air as you got off his lap, standing in the corner taking off your shorts and panties quickly, but to rafe it looked more like you were doing it in slow motion. every second counted and he was already missing your weight against his lap.

kinda ironic... that he was so comfortable being gagged in the bed of a girl he must have seen less than five times in his life. but, rafe never thought straight and he wouldn't start doing that now. it was even pleasurable for him to know that you were obsessed with him to that point. you might have been in physical control, but you both knew better than that.

despite the tension, you were on top of him again. knees on the mattress, your hands holding onto the headboard, the best way to shut him up and he wasn't really complaining about it, in fact, this was exactly what he wanted from the moment he thought of the possibility. a devious smile formed on his lips, his tongue moistening them for a brief moment as you graced him with that sight. shit, he wanted to touch you so badly, but he'd have to do it only with his tongue for now.

his tongue slowly passed through your wet folds like a tease of power, you might be on top, but he had his share of power too and he'd make sure to remind you of that. “you taste so good, princess...” he smirked against your cunt, giving it a brief suck before running his tongue over it again, only to see your expression falter and a shiver run through your body. “like a fuckin’ lollipop, so sweet.”

you placed more of your weight on his face, closing your eyes gently as you rubbed your clit against the tip of his nose, feeling his tongue suck hungrily between your wet folds. “mmhm...” you allowed yourself to let out a moan, looking down as your hips rocked over his face, his blue eyes fixed on you, attentively wanting to see you break under the touch of his tongue. he didn't want to miss a single detail of it.

rafe's pants were tightening around his crotch, his thoughts were hazy and he could only think of one thing: you and the dirty little noises that escaped your throat. he wanted to hear each of those and he wanted to be the reason for them. no one else, just him and he hoped you had used your weird obsessive behavior to understand that he was possessive as hell.

but, you were going far, he could feel it, pressing yourself harder and harder against his face and suddenly, the sound of the rope coming loose. your eyes opened in confusion, still numb from the brief pleasure he gave you, only for you to notice his hands loose from the rope, his wrists not even red. “what...? how?” you whispered, looking between his wrists and his face between your legs.

then, he pushed you back, not too hard, just enough to make you fall back onto the mattress and get off of him. “y’know... you’re bad at tying ropes, really bad,” he grumbled, sitting down on the bed before using one of his hands to pull you closer, climbing on top of you with an even more sinister smirk than before. “but, that’s good, it means i can touch that pretty little body of yours now.”

rafe didn't want to wait for you to have any reaction to that, he already waited for too long pretending to really be gagged in your bed, he didn't give a damn if he should've waited a little longer, he got what he wanted.

he pinned you against him and the mattress, crashing his lips against yours as he kissed you violently, as if he was trying to mark you or, maybe, he just really wanted to mark you. his tongue didn't ask for entry, it just invaded your mouth, making you feel your own taste, exactly as he wanted.

“did you like to taste your own sweetness, baby?” he whispered against your lips, sucking your bottom lip before kissing you again. “guess i have to take care of you now, don’t i? you’ve been following me around like a good puppy... i think you deserve a reward.” he pulled away from your face a little, only for his hands to go towards your shirt, pulling it over your head.

on a normal day, he'd take more of his time with you, but not today. today he was a little too eager for this, today you wouldn't go unnoticed by him.

“so sweet...” his fingers caressed your belly before he moved his lips down your neck, making sure to press wet kisses against it before moving down a little further and lightly biting your collarbone. you heard the sound of one of his hands going down to his pants, undoing his belt without any difficulty, as if he had done it many times before, and he did.

pants and boxers on the floor, he was hovering over you with an expression of hunger and desire, one of his fingers running over your cunt, he wanted to feel with his fingers how wet and ready for him you were. he patted your thigh, a warning for you to open it wider for him. you looked so pretty like that that he even felt like sucking you again. but, no, this time he wanted to make you feel everything.

rafe bent over you again, lips against yours, a cheap deception only for him to thrust his fully hard cock inside you. you opened your legs wider in shock, but you didn't push him away, you just moaned painfully against the sudden impact and he liked it, he really liked the way you lost your composure when he had no mercy on your tight little pussy.

no niceties or "just the tip", you were a weirdo who stalked him and he'd give you exactly what you wanted when you drugged him and took him to your bed. the kind of fuck that would leave you sore for days, and when you forgot about the pain, then he'd fuck you again... and again... and again.

he lifted your body a little, holding your legs as he slammed relentlessly inside your tight cunt, his cock was having trouble getting all the way inside you, but he didn't really care, he'd make it fit. “what happened to all that attitude, pretty girl? where did that "lose-lose" go?” he went deeper, making you sink into the mattress as you tried to contain the loud moans that wanted to escape your mouth.

“no, no holdin’ back your little noises, i wanna hear ‘em all.” he roared, his hand letting go of one of your legs as he held your chin firmly. “and eyes on me. if you close them or hold back your moans, i’ll stop and you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

you couldn't say a single word, you just nodded, agreeing with what he was saying, even though you didn't know how long you could keep your eyes open. “good girl.” he released your chin, his hand trailing down your neck and collarbone until he reached your bra.

just fucking you could be enough, but it wasn't, not for a greedy man like him. he wanted more and your tits looked so inviting to his eyes, he wanted everything he could get of you. everyone knew, if he wanted it, he could get it. so, he didn't ask, he just pulled one of your tits out of the bra. his fingers pinching your swollen nipple and circling it as he stared at you, wondering if this would make you go further over the edge or not.

him being too big for you was already something, but rafe knew perfectly where to push your buttons and he'd make you tremble without needing much, he wanted to break you so you'd know better before you thought you could leave him in a position like that. your legs locked around his waist, just so he could go balls deep, feeling you squeezing him tighter and tighter as your tight walls clenched in pleasure.

“mmgmh, rafe, fuck...” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip hard as you looked down to see his rhythm. thrusts so rough that the bed began to creak and he had no intention of being discreet about how good and hard he was fucking that sweet pussy of yours. “rafe... i need to... i need to come...”

a mocking laugh came out of him as he slowly thrust inside you again, really much slower than before, making you feel every inch of him stretching you out. “yeah, princess? you wanna come that fast? this pretty little cunt can’t handle such a big cock, can it?” he continued with the slow thrusts, like a tease that he was really enjoying doing.

“but, it’s okay... i said i’d take care of you.” rafe whispered, leaning over you again, his tongue flicking over your nipple that he had been pinching moments before. “then, come for me, princess, come while i suck your tit.”

his thrusts gradually increased again, making you see stars as he sucked on your nipple hungrily, his eyes flicking up to see your expression of pleasure. your loud moans and whimpers were music to his ears, like fuel that only motivated him to go deeper.

and when you got to the edge, by god, you squeezed him so hard and moaned like you were in heaven; and he enjoyed every second of it, pressing himself against you as he felt your legs tremble for him. “you did so well for me...” he licked your nipple once more before moving kisses up to your neck. “but, we still have one thing before we finish... and you’re gonna be a good girl and do it.”

“what? what’s left?” you mumbled, tired and breathless, your legs still shaking as he grabbed your body and made you sit on the bed. not understanding what he meant when you noticed him standing up, right next to you.

“come here ’n open your mouth, i’ll show you.” it wasn't a request, it almost sounded like an order, if you didn't do it he’d make you do it anyway. “open wide.” he said again as you sat on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. one of his hands gripped the back of your head, while the other gripped his still hardened length, positioning it in front of your lips.

your eyes widened a little, but you looked up to meet rafe's gaze and he looked very confident about what he was doing. “no hands, i just need your little mouth, pretty girl.” he definitely wasn't expecting you to nod, he just shoved his cock into your mouth and waited for you to do what he wanted. “mmh, yeah, just like that...” he smirked, satisfied with your work, moving his hips back and forth, not caring if you could handle everything he put inside that sweet mouth.

he, in turn, didn't need much either, you had already given enough of a show for him to feel his balls full, he just needed a little more, your lips around his cock would solve the problem. “that got you so far, didn’t it? this stalker thing, you’re exactly where you wanna be, aren’t you? with my cock hitting your throat, so pretty.” he moaned, using his dirty words to motivate you to swallow him all the way down.

his moans started to become more frequent, he stopped moving his hips, using your head as if you were a doll, back and forth quickly, choking you, he was slowly reaching his limit and the sight really helped with that.

rafe knew he wouldn't last longer than that, he was exhausted, panting, letting out long gasps every time he sank the tip of his cock into your throat. he needed to come. so, he did it. “stay there... that’s it... stop.” he gasped once more, thrusting himself deep into the wet heat of your mouth, his length twitching as he began to spurt hot streams into the back of your throat. “fuck... fuck... mhmm.”

he didn't move his head, not until he was one hundred percent satisfied, not until you had swallowed every little drop of him.

and when it was over, you were a complete mess, falling back on your bed, dealing with the intense aftermath of what rafe gave you. he joined you at your side, as breathless as you were, not regretting a single microsecond of what had happened between you. “next time you wanna do this, remember to tie me tightly to the headboard, princess,” he suggested, lying on his back to face the ceiling like you. “just call me and i’ll bring the rope.”

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[monimccoythings]

Regrets

Hey, Doey survives AU. But Doey thinking he killed you, his good friend, during his grief fueled rampage. Let's just pretend that there was a pit surrounding the area when you have to give him the final blow with the giant saw.

A/N: I was not very much into the Poppy Playtime fandom until Doey's chapter, yeah, I watched some gameplays and all but I was not fully invested in the game. So, I'm not sure about the lore of the characters, if they are still children, if they grew up while being in the bigger bodies or what. So I'm not risking it, and from now on I'm separating them into two categories: mascot (mostly adult with exceptions) and game character (child). So if I get to write anything romantic, I'll write it about the mascot, I don't want to see or read any weird shit that isn't platonic about the game characters.

He didn't mean to.

He hadn't meant to.

Lately it seemed it was the only thing he could repeat to himself, over and over in his head like a broken record.

He had been angry, furious like he had never been before, his friends, his family, they all had perished in the explosion, safe Haven completely reduced to ashes and blood.

That anger soon turned to rage. Due to a lack of healthy ways to deal with it, he started looking for culprits, which led him to you.

Doey-dough could only stretch so much before it broke.

You had been his friend. He thought you understood him, he thought you cared about Safe Haven, about him. Your time together had been brief but he had read once that the strongest of friendships got built in the battlefield.

He had trusted you, goddamn it. You were supposed to be one of the good ones.

THEN WHY HAD YOU ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN. An angry voice inside him, driven insane with grief and fury, screamed.

You had been fooled too. How could you have known this would happen? He tried to reason.

You had begged him to leave, to pack his things and take the survivors as far from the Factory as he could, somewhere safer. Dead bodies wouldn't supply them forever, and the constant threat of the Prototype was taking its toll on all of them. He was insanely strong, he surely could punch his way towards an exit.

He wondered why he hadn't listened to you back then. Maybe it was fear of not being able to protect them all shall they leave the confines of the Safe Haven; maybe it was because, despite his doubts, he had so foolishly decided to give Poppy's unhinged plan a chance. Maybe he was scared of leaving the only home he had ever known for the unpredictable outside world. Better the devil you know...

When he rushed back into Safe Haven and found everything in crumbles, he hadn't thought, he hadn't rationalized, he was so consumed by despair he only saw red. He had ignored your apologies, the tears running down your cheeks, your overwhelming grief. All Doey had wanted back then is to hurt back as much as the Prototype had hurt him.

He gave chase like an animal, tearing everything on his path, squeezing and slippering through the tightest holes and corners, ignoring your pleas, your calls to him. While you tried to defend yourself instead of attacking Doey, he went for the kill.

They were afraid of me.

THEY FREEZED ME, THEY KNEW IT HURT AND THEY STILL DID IT.

They had multiple chances to kill me, yet they were still unable to go through it.

That had been your mistake. You had left him there, hoping he would 'cool down' and left while countlessly apologizing for all the pain you had caused.

You had thought yourself safe, despite how broken you felt on the inside. You thought that a whimsy door would be enough to keep him outside. He slammed it open the second you turned around, sending debris and metal flying everywhere. You barely had any time to react before one of his arms smacked you harshly against the rusty railing, sending you spiraling down the pit to the darkness below.

It took him a second to process what he had actually done. Maybe a second too late.

"NO!!" he howled, form becoming unstable, stretchy limbs extending in desperation, hoping to grab you, any part of you, before it really was too late. He just had to reach you, he couldn't let you fall to your doom.

It was one thing wanting to kill you. And a very different thing to actually do it.

When his numerous hands caught nothing but air and darkness, he let out a thunderous roar. What had he done?? He hadn't meant to! You- you just couldn't be- you couldn't be gone. You couldn't be gone because of him.

You had faced numerous encounters with death, you had survived, you just had to. Surely you had used your grabpack to hold on to some scrap of metal, stuck to the walls and were currently making your way up for some payback. Maybe he would humour you this time.

Seconds turned into long and agonizing minutes. He tentatively called out your name, anger long gone and replaced with something heavy in his stomach: dread.

No answer. Just the machinery and the consuming blackness down there. His reptilian form started to decompose when realization kicked in.

They were right. He was made for breaking things. The only thing he could do was get angry and hurt people. And now he had run out of people to hurt.

He was alone. Utterly alone.

He had failed everyone.

His large body wrecked with sobs, body trembling with gentle shivers that cleared the way again for the burning rage inside him to make its pressence known.

There was nothing in there for him anymore. No friends, no family, no hope. What was actually stopping him from bringing this whole place to the ground?

Poppy wanted it to come crashing down, to destroy this hellish place once and for all. Well, then let's give her what she had always wanted. Let's bring this whole place down, let the living proof of humankind's depravity be buried under all the debris.

And let him be buried with it.

Elsewhere, several feet down the pit, a human shaped figure fought hard to not loose concsiousness. Yeah, the hit had been nasty and the fall would have been much worse if you hadn't used the GrabPack to briefly hold onto a rock. The sturdy structure of the GrabPack itself had beared the brunt of the fall, yet you were pretty sure you had a couple of broken ribs.

But you had to get up. Keep moving. You couldn't fall asleep.

With great effort, you managed to stand up and limp towards an opening which lead to another cave.

Just a little more.

Keep pushing forwards.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Just You and Me: Part Three

Steve x Eddie x fem!reader

You have a sex dream about Steve and Eddie which only makes you want them more. At Lucas's basketball game, the three of you realize that you want each other and things between you and Steve progress into something you never thought would happen.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it)

And once again, special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name for helping me out with this because I genuinely couldn't have finished this without her!

part one part two

Your hands scratch down his back as he pounds into you, your moans and heavy breaths mix together in the air. Your sweaty bodies are pressed together, filthy words falling from his lips, telling you how pretty you look underneath him, how good you’re taking him. You’re so close, you can feel it. And as he looks down at you, encouraging you, moaning his name so loudly as he continues to fuck you senseless. 

“Steve,” you moan and suddenly, your eyes are wide open. You’re pouring sweat as you sit up in your bed. Did you really just have sex dream about your best friend? The whole thing plays out in your head again and again and you’re not sure how to feel about it. 

Maybe it’s because you’re not making a lot of progress with Eddie so you’re projecting your feelings onto Steve. Or maybe there’s a part of you that has repressed your feelings and now they’re manifesting into dreams. It just feels so…strange. You’ve never had a sex dream about Steve before. It’s uncharted territory and you’re not sure how you should go about it. 

He’s the person you want to talk to about it, but you can’t. So you go to the next best thing. You hurry across the hall and knock on Robin’s door furiously. It could probably wait until morning, but you feel like you need to tell her when it’s fresh in your mind. Not that you’d forget the details of something like that so easily.

She opens the door half asleep, her hair mussed and an imprint of her wrinkled sheets on her cheek. You now feel bad for disturbing her sleep, but since you’ve already woken her up, you might as well just tell her what you came here for. 

You push the door open and invite yourself in, making yourself at home on her bed like you’ve done so many times before. For once, you don’t feel welcome as she glares at you from the doorway. You gently pat the spot next to you and she begrudgingly listens. She sits beside you and crosses her arms over her chest, her glare even more intense as she waits for you to tell her what was so important that you had to wake her up at three o’clock in the morning.

You’re afraid to say it. The words already feel weird and foreign on your tongue and you’re not even sure how exactly to say them. Your eyebrows furrow as you try your best to figure out how to word your situation. But you’re struggling and the confusion of the situation piles up in your head and you eventually blurt it all out.

“I had a sex dream about Steve,” you tell her, your words all strung together into one. She apparently heard you because her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Her eyes widen as what you’ve said really sinks in. She stays silent, honestly unsure how to respond. She doesn’t know what she was expecting you to say, but it definitely wasn’t that. 

“You had a sex dream about Steve…Steve Harrington? Your best friend?”

“I know it sounds crazy.” You rest your head in your hands and she’s quick to rub your back gently. She knows that will help when words won’t.

“It doesn’t, actually,” she corrects. “I think your fake relationship might be bleeding into your real life.” She says the words with a bit of humor in her voice and you can’t tell if she’s being genuine or if she’s trying to make a joke. Perhaps a bit of both. 

Robin doesn’t know why you’re surprised by this. She swore you knew just how in love with Steve you were and is surprised that you’re freaking out about a sex dream about him. But apparently you don’t know since you’re panicking next to her. 

“Okay,” she says. “Let’s take some deep breaths.” Together, you breathe in and out slowly and it does help, but only a little. Once you’re calm enough, you turn to her, ready to hear whatever she has to say.  

“Do you want to know what I think?” She asks and you just give her a glare. Of course you want to know what she thinks. That’s the whole reason why you work her up. “Okay, sorry. I think-well, what I’ve observed over the years is that you maybe actually do like Steve in that way.”

“Not a chance,” you shake your head. “I like Eddie, remember? That’s the whole reason why Steve and I have been fake dating.”

“Then how do you explain the dream, y/n?” She gives you a pointed look. “Look, you know I love you, but I really need to sleep. So, I’ll let you think about it and we can talk when it’s actually light outside, alright?” She pats your back then sends you on your way, pushing you out into the hallway. 

Once the door slams in your face, you head back to your own room and try to go back to sleep but your mind is flooded with the most inappropriate thoughts of Steve. They get even more intense, so vivid that it’s almost like it’s actually happening to you. This is one moment where you wish he was there to take care of you. 

Right now all you have to rely on is your fingers but you can just pretend that they’re Steves to make that much better. You’re pumping them in and out, imagining Steve hovering over you, telling you how good you’re doing, how pretty you look on his fingers and it’s actually doing the trick. 

You’re moaning, pressing your other hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. But this one doesn’t feel like Steve’s. Your eyes open and you see Eddie come into view. His hand is rougher than Steve’s. You feel the callouses so clearly as if he’s really there and you hate that this is just something you’re making up in your mind.

“Shh,” he says as your eyes flutter shy so you can imagine it better. “We don’t want to wake up Rob, do we?” He winks, his fingers working even faster and  you know it’s so soon, but you’re so close to coming already.Steve’s just doing it so well, curving his fingers in just the right way and he’s looking down at you with a devilish grin as he watches you, pressing his hand further down onto your mouth as you scream his name. 

“That’s our good girl,” he says with a proud smile as he removes his fingers from you and licks them clean as a reward for making you feel so good before giving Eddie a taste.

“Gonna need some more,” he smiles down at you and presses his lips to yours before moving lower, pushing your shirt up so he can kiss down your stomach. Once he gets to the spot right above your cunt, he presses a kiss there before spreading your legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders before diving straight in. 

Steve is now behind him, pushing his face further into your cunt as he works and you let out a gasp. He then moves to where you’re laying and has you sit up so he can slide behind you. As Eddie is eating your pussy like a man starved, Steve is encouraging you with his words as his fingers run through your hair over and over. 

The whole thing feels so real that you almost can’t believe that it’s not. How are you supposed to go on with your life knowing that you’ll never be able to experience it in real life. You come yet again but Eddie doesn’t pull away, continuing to go at your cunt with even more force this time. Once you’ve come once again, he finally pulls away and you shut your eyes, wondering how all of this could be real. 

But it’s not. When you open them again, they’ve disappeared and you remove your fingers from yourself, filled with nothing but disappointment as you get up to wash your hands then head back to bed where you’re actually able to fall asleep this time.

When you wake up a few hours later, you turn onto the other side of the bed and feel nothing but disappointment as you see that it’s empty. So you really did dream all of that and it wasn’t real like you so desperately want it to be. You feel pathetic now as you roll out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you trudge into the kitchen to get some much needed coffee. 

But when you head into the kitchen, Steve and Eddie are at the stove, giggling to each other as they make breakfast together. They’re both shirtless and you feel like you’re on fire as you head over and go to pour yourself some coffee, but the two of them turning towards you stops you in your tracks. 

“Good morning sleepy head,” Steve greets with a smile. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” Eddie mimics his smile and you look down to see that he’s holding your favorite mug out to you and it’s filled with coffee that’s already prepared exactly the way you like. You blink a couple of times to make them go away, but it doesn’t matter how many times you do because they’re still very much there. 

“Did you sleep well?” Steve asks, puckering his lips and you lean in to give him what he wants. As soon as you pull away, you see Eddie doing the same thing so you give him a kiss too. 

You’re dreaming so hard that you can actually feel their lips on yours. It’s so real that you can almost reach out and touch them. But you have to remind yourself that this is just some crazy thing that your brain cooked up. Maybe Robin was right and your faking dating really is bleeding into your real life because a few weeks ago, it would have just been Eddie. 

“I did,” you nod and Steve serves you some eggs and bacon while Eddie puts a couple of pancakes onto the plate and you take it to the table just in time to zone back into real life. 

“Y/n,” Robin practically screams and you shake your head, looking down and seeing that she’s holding a plate filled with the food you just imagined. 

“Sorry, what?” You ask, shaking your head. 

“Where is your head today?” She asks with a sigh. “Probably still thinking about Steve,” she teases and you glare at her, refraining from telling her the details of what actually happened when you went back to bed. It’s now bordering on giving too much information and you’re worried about what she’d say if you actually gave her the details of what happened with both of them. 

“You could say that,” you nod. “And I think I’m gonna tell him the truth.” You plan to sit them down and tell them the full truth and they can decide what happens from there even though all you want to do is run far far away and avoid them both for the foreseeable future. 

“Good for you,” she nudges your shoulder and you take the plate from her with a smile. “You could tell him at the game.” Oh shit. That’s right, it’s Lucas’s last game before he graduates high school so you all wanted to show up and support him. 

“Right,” you nod before shoveling a mouthful of eggs into your mouth so avoid having to speak to her any longer. And with that, she heads out the door to head to work where you’re going to pick her up after the game. 

You’re finally left with your own thoughts and try your hardest not to slip back into your fantasy no matter how badly you want to. You’re sure that the first one altered your brain chemistry and now you’re not capable of thinking about anything else. 

You can still vividly feel Steve’s fingers inside of you and Eddie’s head between your thighs. It all just felt so real and now you’re getting desperate for the real thing even though you’re sure that you’re not going to get it. 

-

“So how’s the fake dating going?” Robin asks as he stands behind Steve as he types away on the computer.

“Fine,” he replies, giving her a look. She’s been bothering him since he got there and he’s so close to faking sick to go home and get away from her. She’s always nosy but seems to be especially so this morning. “Rob, is there something you want to tell me?” He asks, turning around to face her and her cheeks pink which means that she definitely does. 

“No,” she shakes her head, biting down on her bottom lip. She can’t believe that you told her about your dream about him because now all she wants to do is tell Steve. She’s been wanting the two of you to get together for years and now she knows that if he knows about the dream, he’ll stop being a dingus and tell you the truth about how much he loves you. 

“Really?” He glares. “Because there has to be a reason why you keep hovering. So tell me what it is.” 

“It’s none of my business,” she shrugs. “Maybe you should ask y/n.” 

“Ask y/n about what?” His arms are crossed over his chest now as he leans against the counter. He honestly has no idea what the fuck you’re talking about and thinks he deserves some sort of explanation. 

“Just forget I said anything, alright? We both I’m a blabber mouth.” 

“You’ve been acting weird all day so there’s clearly something she told you to hide from me so what is it?” Steve’s getting angry now, just wanting her to tell him the truth about whatever you’re hiding from him. 

“I told you, just ask y/n. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go on my break.” She heads towards the break room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts. They immediately go to you like always and for once, he’s actually anxious about being alone with you. Not only because you’ve been doing this whole fake dating thing for weeks now but also because he’s nervous about what you could possibly have to say that Robin can’t tell him. She’s such a blabbermouth and could tell him anything so he’s getting really worried about what all of this could be concerning. 

He also can’t help but want to ask you how much longer the whole thing is going to take because he’s not sure how much more he can do. He’s fallen even harder for you and it’s so painful for you to fake it with him and sit by and watch you pine for someone else. But he’s just so pathetically in love with you that he’s willing to do anything you ask. Even if that means helping you get another guy.

He’s spent weeks letting himself get hurt because he just wants to make you happy, but no more. He’s putting his foot down. After the game, he’s going to lay it all out on the table, his feelings, how he’s been feeling about your little scheme, everything. He just can’t keep it inside anymore. It’s just hurting him too much to continue to keep this big of a secret from you. He should have told you a long time ago, but he was just too afraid of losing you. Now he just wants the truth to be out there and stop acting like he’s not madly in love with you.

When you meet him at his house so you can go to the game together, his heart races in his chest. It’s to the point where he has you drive because he can’t focus on anything else. All he can think about is how badly he feels like he’s going to throw up. He’s never been so nervous around you but knowing how much is riding in this, he can’t help but feel anxious. 

“I don’t drive that badly, do I?” you joke as Steve grabs onto the handle that’s attached to the roof. You don’t drive great, but he’s not going to tell you the real reason why he’s freaking out. 

“Oh, it’s not that, I’m just feeling a little sick to my stomach.” He’s not technically lying so he doesn’t feel bad for telling you as such. 

“Do you want me to take you home?” He appreciates the gesture but he’s just going to power through. That’s what Harringtons do. 

“I’m not missing Lucas’s last game,” he shakes his head, offended that you would even suggest it. 

You know Steve well enough to know that there’s something he’s not telling you and you’re going to figure out what. He never keeps things from you so you wonder what he’s being so secretive about. He’s been acting weird since you picked him up and you want to know why. As much as you want to ask, though, you refrain because you don’t want to cause tension before the game. 

It’s quiet in the car except for the mixtape that’s playing softly. For the first time in your fifteen years of friendship, neither of you have anything to say which is odd since the two of you never seem to be able to stop yapping. But now the awkward tension is palpable because both of you have things you want to say, but you’re too afraid. It’s so weird because you can usually talk about anything and you do, telling each other everything that’s going on in your lives no matter how embarrassing. 

But this is different. These are things that are going to undoubtedly change your friendship so the both of you are going to put it off as long as possible to avoid potential rejection or awkwardness. As much as you want to tell Steve the truth, you’re just so nervous about how he’s going to react, especially because Eddie was included in it. 

And you would just leave that part out, but you feel like he deserves the whole truth no matter how much you don’t want to tell him. At this point, you’re dreading having to sit next to him for a few hours because the dream has been all you’ve been able to think about since it happened. It’s invaded your every thought to the point where you have the three of you act it out perfectly. Not that that would ever happen because you’re not sure that either of them would be up for that sort of thing. 

As soon as you pull up to the school, you wordlessly get out of the car and reluctantly take each other’s hands just in case Eddie appears out of nowhere. He’s supposed to meet you any second now so you just want to be ready. 

But now since you’ve been able to see Steve differently, his hand feels nice in yours, like it’s supposed to be there. Now you just wish Eddie was holding your other hand. If it felt that good clamped over your mouth, you just know you’d like how it felt against yours, your fingers intertwined. 

You enter the school, looking around for the metalhead, but he’s nowhere to be found. Not surprising considering the fact that it’s so crowded because it’s the last game of the season. You know he’ll be there soon so you decide that you’ll just save him a seat. 

Steve is guiding you through the crowd, standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, making sure that you don’t get lost as you make your way towards the bleachers. His hands are protective, strong as he walks behind you like he’s your bodyguard. 

You can’t believe that you’re just now understanding women’s attraction to him. You always knew he was attractive, obviously, but now you get it. You now want him in the way that other women have. You want to grab onto his hair as he fucks you absolutely senseless, to leave scratches down his back that he can show off at the pool. 

He’s leading you up the stairs and you have to keep yourself from tripping as the dirty thoughts come back in. You don’t know how to stop them but you’re not sure that you want to. At this point, this is the only way you’re ever going to get any action and that's totally fine with you. 

Steve is on the bottom as he’s fucking you like his life depends on it while Eddie is behind you, going as hard as he can. It’s nothing but overstimulating but you don’t dare ask them to stop. It just feels too good. Dirty words are spilling from their mouths and you’d expect this from Eddie but it’s odd to hear from Steve. You’ve never seen this side of him but are starting to wish you had sooner. 

Steve grabs hold of your hand and continues to lead you up the stairs to one of the top rows where Robin is sitting with Vicky who both wave at you. You look down and smile at the joined hands, really hoping that this one sticks. You know how much Robin really likes her and want this to last forever if it can. She deserves that. 

You and Steve head into the row and he pulls you close so more people can fit. You’re so close that your thigh is pressed to his. You can feel the heat emanating from his body and wonder how the hell he’s always so warm. It’s actually unfair sometimes. And it reminds you how cold Eddie always is, the two of them exact opposites. 

You lean over and see that he’s not next to Robin like you assumed he would be. He’s still not here yet and you just hope he’s late because he made a promise to Lucas and there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him break it. 

“Where’s Eddie?” You ask Robin and she just shrugs, clearly having no idea. So you slump in your seat, Steve reaching over and rubbing your shoulder sympathetically as you scan the crowd for your friend. 

-

Eddie’s fucking late and he knows that. He had every intention of being on time, early even, but this deal is taking way longer than he expected. He just wanted to pocket some extra money but the guy is trying to haggle even though with the deal Eddie’s giving him, it might as well be free. He’s tapping his foot against the pavement of the parking lot as he periodically checks his watch. The game is about to start and he knows he’s going to get an earful from you.

As soon as the deal is made, he shoves the plastic bag into the guy’s hands before racing towards the building, hoping that he’s not too late. But as soon as he gets into the gym, the game has started and he doesn’t even know where you’re sitting so he unknowingly sits on the opposite side of the gym where thankfully Gareth has saved him a seat.

He doesn’t know why he’s scanning the crowd for you when there’s too many people to even see where you are. He just wants to see you. You haven’t seemed to have enough time for him since you started seeing Steve and he hates that he misses when you were single when the two of you would play at the arcade all the time. 

He shakes his head and tries to focus on the game, seeing Lucas race across the court and feeling a sense of pride even though he doesn’t care at all about the sport. Seeing a kid who’s been like his little brother doing something he’s so passionate about makes him so happy even though he doesn’t fully understand the hype around basketball or sports as a whole. 

As hard as he tries, his mind still keeps going back to you, to you and Steve. He doesn’t know why, but he finds himself wondering if the two of you have-no that’s none of his business. So why is he imagining Steve kissing his way down your naked body and why does-why does he like it? There’s something about seeing the two of you fucking that’s awakening something in him.

-

You’re trying really hard to focus on the game and cheering Lucas on, but all you’re able to think about is how angry you are at Eddie. This is such an important night for Lucas and you know how much he looks up to Eddie so the fact that he isn’t here is making your blood fucking boil. He made a promise to the kid and now he’s probably doing a stupid deal which makes it clear where his priorities lie. 

Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t understand why you’re so upset. Sure, he knows how much it would mean for Eddie to be here for Lucas, but he doesn’t see what that has to do with you. Maybe it’s because you’re focused on Eddie once again, not even seeing what’s right in front of you. Steve has been there for you all along, never once missing a single game and you don’t bat an eye. You clearly don’t see how much he does for you and it pisses him off. 

But he decides it’s best if he’s there for you. Being mad at you is going to do nothing but make him miserable so he slips his hand into yours and gives it a squeeze which you clearly appreciate since you squeeze back. You turn and give him a weak smile and he returns it before the two of you turn your attention back to the game. 

-

The teams are tied and the tigers just need one more basket in order to win. It’s Lucas’s shot and everyone seems to be on the edge of their seats as weaves his way around the other players with the ball. He launches it into the air and it falls through the hoop with ease, sending the crowd into cheers. The score changes on the board and his teammates lift him on their shoulders, chanting his name as he beams, looking around the gym, seeing that everyone who was cheering for his name is not chanting his name. 

You turn to Steve with a bright smile and in the excitement of the moment, you’re quick to embrace each other, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. You pull away from each other, giggles spilling from your lips before you take him by the hand and head down to the court to congratulate Lucas. 

Hugs are passed around and you still don’t see Eddie, but that’s the least of your worries. You’re focusing on Lucas and how proud you are of him as you pull him into a hug. It’s crazy how time flies because how is it that you’ve already known him for six years? If you look at him close enough, you can see the twelve year old that you met all those years ago. And now he’s eighteen and about to go off to college. 

You and Steve flee the gym, leaving Lucas to celebrate with his team and now you’re figuring out how to tell him about the dream you had, wondering how he’ll react, especially when you tell him that Eddie was in it too. 

The tension is palpable again and Steve’s no longer thinking about what you might need to tell him, now trying to figure how he can get another kiss because he’s so desperate for it. He hasn’t forgotten about your first kiss in his living room and he’s been waiting for one that was real and not just because Eddie was looking. 

The two of you head to his car hand in hand and you feel the nervousness building inside you as you try to figure out how to word everything. You really wish you had written yourself a script, but it’s too late now. 

As soon as the two of you are alone in your car, you just blurt the words, feeling a weight lift off you as soon as they leave your mouth. The pressure on your chest is now relieved but you can’t even get yourself to look Steve in the eye yet. You feel like he deserves to have a second to really process what you’ve just said. 

Steve sits there, his lips parting to respond, but he doesn’t know what to say. He never thought you’d say something like that. Having a sex dream about Eddie? Sure, that’s bound to happen, but you having one about both of them? Well, that changes things. 

He’s always thought Eddie was hot, he’s not blind. And sure, maybe he’s had a dirty thought about the guy a time or two in the shower, but that’s it. But you told him your dirty little secret, maybe his should be revealed too. Who cares if you know? You already know that he’s bi so what’s the harm in telling you the truth?

But he doesn’t do it. He’s cocky now, wanting to know exactly what you saw in that pretty little head of yours. What position were you in? Was it soft and sweet or were they pounding into you? He wants to know every dirty little detail. 

“Yeah?” He asks, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, moving closer so that his lips are right by it. “Were you turned on? I bet you were.” 

Your cheeks heat at not only his proximity and his breath on your skin, but his words, they sound so filthy. And now you need him to tell you more in that husky voice that’s definitely not making you wet. 

“Yes,” you reply, suddenly feeling nervous, but you don’t know why. It’s Steve, your best friend since you could crawl. But this is different. Ever since your dream about him, he’s been Steve, so much emphasis on him that you haven’t even really spared Eddie a second glance. 

You feel like if you do this right here, it’ll change everything between the two of you, but you honestly don’t care. It’s like he wore those fucking cut offs on purpose. Now you so desperately want to see them on the floorboard of the back seat. And you’re too mad at Eddie right now to feel bad for taking advantage of this moment with Steve.

“That’s hot,” he says, nipping at your earlobe. His lips ghost over your neck and you move your head to the side to give him more space. It’s a gentle kiss but your skin is on fire from the contact. “You’re hot.” 

You’re sweating now and you’re not sure because of how warm it is outside or because of how much it’s heating up in Steve’s car. His nose slides against your neck and you can hear him take a slight inhale. 

“You smell so good,” he mumbles then pulls away, looking you in the eyes with his honey ones. His pupils are blown wide and he’s got on a devilish grin that’s making you feel even more hot. “Let’s see how you taste.” 

He grabs hold of your jaw and tilts your head back. He watches your lips part and can practically see the gears turning. He knows you like the back of his hand but tonight, he has no idea what you’re thinking. 

“Is this okay?” He asks and you just want him to get on with it. You’re getting antsy so you have to take matters into your own hands. You bunch his shirt in your hand and press your lips to his. His tongue flicks into your mouth and you moan at the feeling of it moving with yours. 

His hands are in your hair and he’s grabbing fistfuls, giving it a yank to hear that pretty sound again. And you do, unknowingly playing right into his hand. He’s got you right where he wants you and he’s fully prepared to take advantage. 

His hands slide up your tank top and you break away to lift your arms so he can finish the job. It’s off in an instant and he can’t help but stare. Seeing you in a bra, here, like this, it’s new. And now he needs to see you out of it. Now. 

He’s hard beyond belief and he really needs to get inside you. He needs to show you just how much he loves you, to make this whole thing real between the two of you. 

He takes the leap and gets into the backseat with you following closely behind him. You sit side by side and it’s so easy to pick up where you left off, like you do this all the time. You take the lead and straddle his waist, grinding against him, feeling him moan into your mouth. 

He’s rock hard against you and you want to just go for it, but he’s going to have to beg first. Sing for his supper. So you continue to grind, hearing him whine and moan, just waiting for him to ask. 

“Fuck me, please,” he begs and you swear you’ve never seen someone look so pathetic. You bring your lips to his as you unbutton his shorts, moving to where he can get them off and they’re thrown into the passenger seat like he’s so tired of wearing them. 

Together, you try your best to undress each other in the cramped backseat. Clothes are flying left and right, strewn across the car and as soon as you both are naked, he’s pinning you to the seat, your back flush to the leather. 

“Fuck,” he swears, so much emphasis on the word as his eyes rake down the body. “This is what you’ve been hiding from me? Jesus, you’re so hot.” 

Steve’s about to reach into the pocket of his jeans-wherever they ended up-for a condom, but then he remembers that he doesn’t have one. He knows you’re on birth control but he doesn’t want to just assume you’d be okay with him not using protection. 

“I-I don’t have a condom,” he tells you, almost sounding disappointed. 

“That’s okay. I’m on birth control.” You’re so quick to respond, like he’s asking you what kind of toppings you want on your pizza. This is a big deal and he’s not sure why you were so quick to respond. 

“I know but-“

“Steve, it’s fine, I trust you.” I trust you. That’s right, you trust him. He has to remind himself that he’s not some sleazy guy you met at the bar. He’s Steve, your best friend and your safety is his number one priority. 

“If you’re sure.” 

“I am,” you nod and he knows you mean it. So he lines himself up with you and slowly slides in, watching you the entire time. It’s a bit tight, but it won’t be by the time he’s done with you. 

He presses you further into the seat as he thrusts slowly, wanting to test the waters first. He was so cocky before and now that he’s finally gotten here, he’s suddenly a little nervous. But seeing you look up at him with that pretty smile, he gets the encouragement he needs to keep going. 

He’s thrusting faster now, getting deeper inside with every inch, but now he finds himself wondering where Eddie would be in this situation. Would he be trying to please you or Steve or both? Steve bets he’s really good at dirty talk and what he would give for that right now.

Your moans and breaths are mixing in the air, already starting to fog up the windows. You sound so pretty and you look it too and he’s wondering when he’s going to wake up from the dream. It’s got to be the best one yet. 

He feels guilty about letting Eddie sneak into his mind, but he can’t help it. Now that he knows that you possibly want them both, he can’t help but wonder what a threesome between of you would be like. 

“Faster,” you whine and he wants nothing but to please you so he does what you ask, trying to wipe the thought of Eddie out of his head and focus on you, now pounding into you, working as hard as he can to make his girl feel good. 

Your hips buck against his and he responds by going even deeper, fitting all of himself inside you as he sees tears pricking your eyes. 

“My dick’s that good, huh?” He asks as wipes your tears away, but he keeps going, pounding into you again and again with as much force as he can. 

You hate how his cockiness is turning you on. You’re eating up how highly he thinks of himself and how confident he is that he can please you like this. Considering you feel like you’re already close, you know he’s doing everything right. 

“Look at you, taking me so well, honey. You look so pretty underneath me.” He knows exactly what to say to drive you crazy and you already feel like your brain is mush and you haven’t even come yet. 

He’s pounding so fast and hard that you’re having trouble keeping up as you buck your hips against his, your bodies moving in rhythm together, trying so hard to not think about how much he wants to be between the two of you, feeling Eddie’s rock hard cock pounding into his ass. It’s getting out of hand right now but he doesn’t even care. He has no idea that you’re thinking the same, imagining what the three of you would get up to right here in the back of Steve’s car even though the three of you definitely couldn’t fit. You’d make it work, though.

You want so badly for them to act out the dream you had, talking them through the entire thing, telling them what they said so they could perfect it. And you just know that they’d obey, being the good boys that they are. You know it’s wrong to think about this when Steve is trying his hardest to please you, but you just can’t help it. You can’t stop yourself from  wanting your fantasy now. You’re too far gone to be stopped.

The windows are progressively fogging up but you’re nowhere near done. There’s still so much you want to do, but the space is so limited. You’ll just have to make do with what you have. Your orgasm is approaching and Steve watches you completely undone. Your head falls back as you moan loudly, feeling it all the way down to your toes that curl in pleasure. He’s taking a mental picture so he has this to look back on. It’s something he wants to save in his wallet so he can look at it any time he wants. He’ll settle for this, though. There’s no way he can possibly forget it.

Once you come back down, Steve’s caught off guard when you grab hold of his shoulders and push him down onto the seat, the two of you still connected as you begin to ride him. He stares up, his mouth wide open in shock and you lean down for a kiss. 

Your tongue explores his mouth as you continue your movements and he’s quick to buck his hips against yours, trying to get you to speed up. But you push him down, staring at him intently. 

“Baby, slow down,” you tell him. “This isn’t a race.” Your pace slows and you watch him stare at your chest, the way your tits move this way and that. He feels hypnotized by them, the way they’re practically begging for his mouth.

He listens, his hips bucking more slowly against yours and you smile at how good of a boy he can be. Your pace picks up just a little and you feel his fingers digging into your waist as he moves your hips, showing you how he wants to be fucked. And you try to follow his instructions, but apparently not well enough because in an instant, you’re back on the seat, Steve pounding into you again and again. You work together to get him off and it works like a charm. He’s orgasming above you and you talk him through it, being nothing but encouraging as he does so.

-

Eddie’s late coming out of the school. He graduated so long ago and still finds himself making deals in the school bathroom. But he’s sixty dollars richer so it’s worth it in the end. It’s a win-win in his head because he gets to support his friend and make a little cash. 

He heads out into the parking lot and notices that there’s a car still there. It’s not to miss since the only other vehicle is his van. The car is also shaking slightly so he knows exactly what’s happening. Crazy how the excitement of a win can make people horny. 

He passes by the car and glances into the foggy window because to his core he’s a little bit of a perv. Even through the tiny amount he’s able to see through, he realizes that he recognizes the back that’s facing him. It’s Steve, he knows that much. He doesn’t even know how he knows, but he just does. 

When did he memorize every inch of his friend’s back and why is he getting turned on by seeing him pound into someone? Eddie’s always known that he was bi, but he never thought he would be sexually attracted to one of his best male friends. 

And once he gets a glimpse of your face, he’s not even mad. This is the definition of bi panic and he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced it so intensely before. He’s hard beyond belief and part of him almost wants to ask if he can join. That would be the dream, wouldn’t it? But he doesn’t. He can’t. This is between the two of you. So he heads to his van and gets into it, staring at Steve’s BMW as he pulls out of his space, trying to deal with the fact that he has been turned on by Steve. Being turned on by you? Yeah, that’s been happening to him for years. But with Steve, this is totally new, and he’s unsure how to deal with it.

He already knows that the two of you aren’t actually together-well, maybe you are now since he caught you in the back of Steve’s car-so he wonders if he should tell you that he doesn’t care that you lied to him and be honest about the fact that he now wants the both of you. That actually terrifies him, but he feels like you deserve to know the truth. 

Eddie doesn’t sleep the entire night. He just lies in his bed, pouring sweat as he thinks about all the positions he could have the two of you in. He needs a threesome with you so bad, but he knows it’s all just a pipe dream. Clearly the two of you have made your relationship a real thing. So where does that leave him? Do you not want him anymore? Was that whole thing just for nothing and now he’s going to be alone for the rest of his life? With Eddie’s luck, that’s definitely a possibility.

[bigmacari]

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Amir Beckett x Gen Reader

Romantic Dating Headcanons

Warnings - Mention of Anxiety

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☆ Holy lord this man.

Amir Beckett is a very silly character with some deep emotions going around.

As he says in the game, you are the first person he has been with.

You are his first everything AND YOU SHOULD BE PROUD.

He is willing to give his all to you and his very excited to be your partner.

Amir's love languages are words of affirmations, quality time, and physical touch.

In that order.

☆ This man will compliment you to the moon and back. All the compliments would be in extreme detail too. "I love how your eyes shine like diamonds in the moonlight 🥰" "Your skin is as soft as a baby lamb" LMAO idk some shit like that.

And as you know, he gives you the silliest of nicknames.

Honey bunch, love muffin, baby cakes, snookums, (name) booboo bear, fluffy kins, pumpkin pie, cuddle bug, love nugget, cutie patootie, etc.

I can go on and on, he just never runs out of them.

Amir isn't afraid to compliment you or use corny nicknames in front of the rest of the Hex either. No matter how much they may roll their eyes. I think he just would try extra hard just to annoy them lmao.

☆ Amir loves spending time with you, of course he understands that everyone needs their space though.

No matter what you guys are doing he's happy. Ya'll could just be cuddling and he's over the moon. Though he moves a LOT. Always fidgeting with anything he can get a hold of. You included.

Amir would love playing with your hair, doesn't matter the texture, length, or hairstyle. Amir promises he won't mess up your hair (but sometimes it happens anyways lmao)

Another thing he like to fidget with is your fingers and hands. Especially when you have jewelry on. Oooo let him paint your nails, paint his too!!

Chronic hand holder. Especially if he feels anxious.

Now, if your overwhelmed and don't want him to touch you, he understands. (Can't count how many times that has happened to me)

☆ If you asked him, Amir would totally get in the shower with you. It doesn't have to be anything sensual, it can just be relaxing and wholesome. He'll wash your body and hair, give you a massage, or just kind of hold you and relax.

Wash his hair for sure though, he would love that.

☆ Outside of battle, a lot of time is spent with him is playing video games. Since future isn't familiar with the technology, Amir would have a blast showing you all the video games that he has. Super Smash Bros, Donkey Kong 64, Final Fantasy, Resident Evil 3, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater?? And of course all the arcade games he plays with in the mall.

☆ Before yall go to bed for the night, Amir can be found playing on his game boy for a bit while cuddling you. If he's really into the game, you kinda have to rip it from his hands. Once he actually settles down and tries to sleep, its a whole process.

It takes him a good while to get to sleep. You guys talk for a hit minute while yall cuddle and Amir plays with your hair or gently rubs his hand up and down your back. Even when he's half asleep you can still feel him do it.

When he is finally asleep, the poor thing moves so much. I imagine he can't stay asleep for more than 30 - 45 mins at a time, so he's always tossing and turning. I promise you its the caffeine. Amir's also a huge sleep talker.

It could be about battle, gaming, the hex or you. But he's always mumbling something. You definitely hear a nickname of yours slip out once and a while. Other than that he's not big on snoring. If he does its very light and fades into the background after a while.

Huge cuddler when yall fall asleep but eventually sprawls out and does whatever.

He has nightmares due to stress and anxiety sometimes. I'm not gonna go into huge detail about what I think they are about, but it happens.

☆ As I said earlier, silly character with some deep emotions. Amir does have a panic attack in the game and has mention to had some in the past. So there are times were he will come to you for comfort as you have comforted him in the past.

In the beginning of the relationship, Amir will have some insecurities about not being enough for you. Which leads to reassurance from you. It may take a bit of time, but once he understands that you love him for him, nothing will stop him from treating you the best he can.

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Well, here's my two cents and a paper clip. Sorry it's so short, I've been focusing a lot of school lately and its killing me. But I hope you still enjoyed. Warframe is underrated, even so Amir. I need more fanfics on him asap.

[noriimura]

namgyu headcannons !

content warning: dark! namgyu, drugs, thinness, eating problems, addictions, family issues

a/n: my thoughts on how I see namgyu outside the game, it's okay if our ideas about him may differ. english is not my first language, so if there are translation problems, don’t judge harshly. this is my first post of this kind, so I hope you enjoy it

part 2 is coming soon…

i think he grew up without a father, with a cold, distant mother who didn't need him. he always tried to get her love and attention by doing housework, drawing her pictures with the caption "mommy, I love you" or "mommy, you're the best," then finding the drawings in the trash. he tried to study well at school, achieve heights in the classroom and be better than his classmates, thus receiving the excellent student syndrome. however, as he grew older, he realized that it was useless, his mother would not love him, the imaginary interest that was present only out of a desire to please his mother disappeared altogether. he gave up on his studies, and in high school he periodically skipped school with friends, drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes one after another. after finishing school somehow and passing the exams with a low score, he gave up on education and decided not to go further to study, he went to work in a nightclub on the advice of his friend who worked there

due to the fact that his mother was often absent from his life, he developed an anxious type of attachment. he is not sure of himself, he is afraid that he will be abandoned, that he can be intrusive, constantly demands confirmation of love, but without saying so directly, he considers it humiliating and shameful even in front of his partner.

speaking of his anxiety, his partner will have a hard time, he is the most anxious partner who will be jealous of every pillar, will constantly write and ask who his partner is with, will constantly suspect infidelity, check the phone for suspicious correspondence and make scandals from scratch.

there is also a theory that namgyu has an avoidant type of attachment, it is difficult for him to get close to people, show his emotions and trust, which is why he does not enter into a relationship in principle, trying to avoid any obligations, responsibilities and the opportunity to get attached, when he wanted to have fun, he met another girl in a club with whom he was rude, animal, dirty sex without any feelings. in the morning, deleting the phone number without giving a chance for something more.

it seems to me that he grew up in a family full of violence and debauchery, even as a child when his mother and father communicated but were not married, his father often came, they drank, smoked and then quarreled, he beat her, they hated each other, he saw it, he grew up in it, he absorbed such an attitude between parents this became one of the reasons for his cruelty and problematic nature, later his mother went into fornication, she began to bring new men to their house, they had fun, had sex, and drank, little namgyu saw all this, he hated her for it, this also became one of the reasons for his consumer attitude towards women.

he does not like to contact people, even though he works in a profession in which communication skills are extremely necessary. he never starts long dialogues with visitors unless they arouse special interest or are beneficial to him. if he is not interested, he shows it with his whole appearance, gaze and actions, he never tries to look interested, which is why he is not very respected at work. if he finds the dialogue not interesting, he will not say a word from himself in an attempt to maintain the dialogue, except for a couple of clear phrases that his work requires of him.

for namgyu, drugs are primarily a way to forget about all his sins, problems, and debts. It is in his hallucinations that he lives happily. before using drugs, he was trying to find himself, something that would save him. he stayed up late at computer clubs, draining money for an extra hour in the game, his hometown club and attempts to forget himself in new acquaintances, alcohol and cigarettes, which to this day help him relax. It was his first time trying drugs with his friends. hallucinogenic trips in which he could stay until morning, complete relaxation and loss of touch with reality, this was what he had been looking for for so long, only this state allowed him to smile and feel in his place.

although namgyu found an outlet in drugs, however, his gambling addiction remained, most likely he would have played some kind of strategic team games in the MOBA genre like dota 2, I'm sure he screams all over the apartment when he is killed or someone else's team demolished their throne.

namgyu prefers sportswear, usually a size or two larger, it seems to me that he would not wear fitted clothes in principle, making a choice towards slightly baggy T-shirts and wide trousers.

I think namgyu would have eating problems, he often has no appetite, which is why he refuses to eat or intentionally does not eat, plus due to drug use and lack of physical activity, the guy has a rather thin build.

he's a misogynist, which is already canon. i think as he gets older, he just gets disillusioned with women. perhaps he liked the girl who rudely and shamefully rejected him and he remembered it forever. Indifferent, strong, wayward and cold women remind him of his mother, which is why he literally wants to kill them so that the metaphorical death of his mother would happen. yes, he won't kill every woman he meets, but passive aggression towards them is clearly present.

[csprint]

he wants a baby

jackson wang x f. reader

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more. he’s thought about it early in your relationship, when he truly realized that you’re the one. the one he could start a family with. and when he was sure of it, he was never afraid to share with you how much he wanted this. a baby.

he talked about it a lot with you. it became your regular pillow talk. “you want it too though, right? like, you think about it sometimes?” jackson would ask while holding your back against his chest in bed. his voice always got awfully quiet and soft during those moments compared to his normal tone.

you’d indulge him, tiredly listening or answering him in the best way that wouldn’t make him think having a baby is completely off the table.

he gets so excited, thinking about those things so far ahead. he made sure to promise you that he would take such good care of her. promised he’ll be there to watch her every step. and he was sure to use ‘her’ because he had the deepest feeling that your first child would be a girl.

“of course i do, jackson. it sounds so nice but.. just not right now. it’s not the right time.”

and he’d nod in understanding. your lives were just insanely busy, bringing a child into the relationship while things weren’t slowing down as soon as you’d liked it to, would probably bring more chaos than joy.

“but one day, right? we’ll have a baby one day, won’t we?” he whispered quietly in the darkness of the room, burying his face in your hair.

you pulled apart his hands from where his fingers locked over your stomach and brought it up to your lips, leaving soft kisses on the back of it. “one day.”

but as the weeks turned into months, that one day was never brought up again. after things had finally calmed down a bit, he thought that maybe you’d be the first to bring it up because he didn’t want to seem too desperate, (although he was) but you never did.

jackson silently planned things out to himself. it was going to be nothing but staying home and wasting time together. he even planned the day he was going to propose to you. not exactly in that order.

he was even convinced he was being given signs, just from a simple and innocent encounter with a fan who happened to be a new mother. she wore a white dress and all jackson could think about was what you’d look like in a white dress, post-birth glow.

the fat, rosy cheeked baby sat in her stroller, squealed in utter joy, easily entertained at the childish game jackson had initiated. a smile almost wider than his face came playing onto his lips, entranced and in complete awe of the adorable infant and her baby giggles.

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more.

the night dragged on as it usually did. attending important parties with you because something’s always being celebrated. and then leaving before someone could convince him to take a private plane to another party in a different city.

when you made it back to your hotel room, there was just no way he could keep his hands off of you. kissing all over your face and neck, gripping each part of your body he possibly could and dug his fingertips into your plushy skin.

there was just no way he could stop himself. not when you’re so warm around him, your gasps and whimpers echoing in his ear. not when he’s so balls deep inside of you, his fingers gripping tight on the sheets, making his knuckles turn white.

“tell me when to stop.” he choked out, the vein running down the side of his neck looking prominent.

“w-why?” you didn’t want him to stop and you didn’t know why he’d ask that of you.

“cause if you don’t,” he groaned, hips snapping forward into yours, “i’m afraid i might put a baby in you.” jackson closed his eyes, not sure he wanted to see your reaction, and leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

the soft gasp you let out didn’t go unnoticed or the way you clenched around him, making him draw a sharp breath. he tried to get himself to stop, brought his rutting to a minimum but didn’t completely still inside of you because that would have been pure torture.

“okay.”

jackson sweetly whimpered when you tangled your fingers in his hair and gently tugged at it, making his head tilt back up. he looked at you with widened eyes and a slightly parted mouth.

“okay?” he repeated, wanting to be sure that he heard you correctly.

“yeah.” you shrugged. “i want you to put a baby in me.”

he was so blissful, removing himself completely off of your body and burying his face in his hands. you allow him to revel in it. even if he was too loud, putting you both at risk of getting kicked out. even if he was jogging around the room, nakedly, with his fists in the air, as if he’s won a boxing match. you didn’t mind if he basked a little more.

“we’re going to make the fattest, most cutest baby girl, ever.” you felt jackson’s body again, his frame fit like a missing jigsaw piece.

“what makes you so sure it’s going to be a girl?”

“i’ve got a really good sense for these things. trust me. you’re having a girl.”

your heart suddenly got overly emotional. he was so beautiful and you were in complete awe over his certainty. it didn’t take long for your gawking to finish before his lips were feverishly against yours.

he was so desperate, yet so slow, savoring the moment. the feelings that he caused to belly within you were unexplainable.

jackson lowered his mouth to your breast then took the nipple between his lips, pressing lightly with his tongue. you cried out – like your whole body was too hot and you couldn't breathe – bringing up a hand to trace his fingers across your other breast, but if he stopped you felt like you would die. you gripped his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life against the onslaught of sensations.

you gasped as he pushed into you for the second time, amazed by the electricity that rocketed through you. your legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord, seeking a better angle, searching for more. even now, he moved with grace, sliding in and out of you slowly and steadily. only his rapid breath, occasionally coming out in a strangled moan.

it’s pure torture how slow he is sliding into you but feels exquisite. you gently roll against him, moaning as he slowly moves in and out of you. the pace is keeping the orgasm just out of reach, keeping you on edge; desperately clenching around him and pushing your hips into his to increase speed. but jackson’s hands remain firm on your hips, controlling the movements. both of your breathing is heavy, both moaning loudly as the need to find your release hits an all-time high.

going so slow was hard for him as well, though. he couldn’t hold it for long but he also didn’t want to rush it. and he never liked cumming before you did. what kind of man would that make him? had to treat you right.

jackson dropped down to his elbows, leaning on either side of your face as he panted heavily, the foot of your heels digging into the curve at bottom of his spine.

“please, just a little harder…I need more…I can't…take it…oh god, jackson– “

he interrupted you with a hard kiss, hips rutting a little faster now. the rush of pleasure hit you, and your fingers grasped for purchase on his back, needing an anchor. it was almost unbearable, the electricity building where the two of you were joined, tingling down to your toes and making you lightheaded. jackson panted hot air against your neck, your lips, kissing you again and again, and the energy was building and building.

you looked at his face, knowing his was trying to hold on a little longer. maybe the realization had seriously hit him for real, this time. that this was it and he’ll probably be an actual dad like he wanted.

“jackson,” you panted, cupping his face with your hands, fingers wiping the sweaty hairs that stuck to his forehead, “it’s time.” you whispered.

and he nodded and replied, “okay.” his voice weak and strained.

you noticed his movements had grown more erratic, almost frantic, and the low grunt deep in his throat seemed to shudder down your spine and rocket down to where your bodies were joined.

"oh god," you breathed as the sensation overload finally seized you. your chest was tight and your nerves sizzled and your thighs clenched as the pleasure exploded and seeped into every cell of your body. he groaned, his forehead dropping down to your shoulder when your walls fluttered around him.

you fell into the aftershocks when he thrust into you one last time and cried out your name. you felt the rush of fluid inside you and reveled in the feel of his body shuddering in your arms. he trapped you under his heavy weight but the kisses he softly peppered along your neck and collarbone made you forget that it was hard to breathe.

not even mere seconds after, he started moving again, pushing even deeper, a whimper escaping your lips.

“j-jackson?” you stuttered, thighs tensing around his hips.

“one more time,” he grunts as he suddenly began to pound into you heavily even after he had already came, “just to be sure.”

[lemotmo]

I'm so tired for all of you who get questions like this everyday. But this is a good response to a question this person probably didn't want the actual answer to if I'm being honest. You all have to be so tired.

Q. I just think it's odd that you, and lots of other people, seem to be so sure of what is happening when we don't really have any indication from Ryan, Oliver, Tim or anyone really that it's going that way at all. Eddie is planning to move to Texas. Moving away is the big change that Ryan is talking about for Eddie. And Ryan flat out said he's not going to encourage people to believe something that's not happening. I'm not making that up??

A. I have a question for you that I think I already know the answer to but I'm going to ask it anyway. Were you around while the show was on Fox? Because Tim and the others involved in the decision making, mainly Kristen, had zero problem telling everyone that both Buck and Eddie were just straight and that people should stick to fanfiction if they wanted to see them as anything else. Kristen said Buck and Taylor were endgame as often as she could. These are not people who have ever been afraid to tell us it's not happening. Tim would, as politely as possible, tell us in interview after interview that they knew the audience shipped them but there weren't any plans to go down that road. And now these people are doing everything they can to avoid giving a direct answer to those very same questions. Also Buck is bisexual now therefore not in fact straight. The shooting arc was originally supposed to end with Buddie canon before Fox axed that storyline. Fox said no and they followed orders. If this wasn't true Tim would have corrected that narrative by now. Too many people, some supposedly involved with the show, have made the claim repeatedly now. Tim has defunct plenty of things. He reads and sees all of it. He would have corrected that narrative if it was false. Moving to ABC completely changed the landscape. It gave him the freedom to tell the story his way. They went from a network that really wouldn't allow Oliver and Ryan to even talk about them, basically wouldn't allow Ryan to talk at all (I'm not exaggerating Fox gave us absolutely nothing), to a network that appears to have fully embraced the idea of them. We're not making that up.

Do we have definitive proof? No. We do have the show though. We have the very clear narrative that the show has been telling since 7x4. The show making a point of having Buck and and Eddie's storylines run concurrently with one another, in the same episodes even, was intentional and very much the point. Their storylines are connected. The show has not made that difficult to see. People on Twitter distorting the point of those episodes doesn't change the point of those episodes. People on Twitter allowing people to rage bait them into believing the most ridiculous nonsense doesn't make that nonsense true. We also have the PR campaign that ABC is running for the show, and it's entirely centered around Buddie. No one else on the show is getting the focus they're getting, and you can't argue that is false because where is the stuff for literally anyone else? Even if you remove the Family Feud episode because it involved other actors, that still leaves all season 7 episodes being promoted and teased using Buddie content, the Instagram posts, Oliver playing in the NBA celebrity all star game, all the interviews that Oliver and Ryan have had, the Ryan photoshoots, the pop culture jeopardy question (this was legitimately a very big deal), even the very intentional New Year's Instagram post. These are not things that happen by accident. Angela and Peter are technically the leads, normally they would be getting this attention. Jennifer is a bigger name, it would make sense for ABC to learn into that but they're not. Their focus is on Buddie. You cannot pretend that's not happening.

Yes Eddie planning to move to Texas is absolutely part of the 'big changes' Ryan was talking about. And I'm not going to break down that interview with you because it's readily available for everyone to read, but if you read that interview in its entirety, especially the stuff he said about Eddie, and all you came away with was 'Eddie's moving to Texas and Ryan said he's not going to encourage people to believe something that's not happening' then you didn't read the interview at all, or you're Intentionally misunderstanding, because that's not at all what he said. Interviews are meant to tease upcoming storylines. They're not meant to act as spoilers. This isn't revolutionary news. Why do people act like they've never seen or read an interview before every time a new one comes out? They cannot tell us where it's going. His Buddie answer was all over the place. He didn't answer the question at all. It was not a hard to just say 'I see them as life long best friends. I see them as always being a part of each other's lives, they will always be family and they absolutely love one another but I don't see it as romantic love'. That's literally all he had to say. That was the question he was asked. And he wouldn't be forbidden from saying that. There's a reason why he and Oliver and Tim all dance around the question. They can't tell us the answer yet. I'm tired of trying to talk people out of being miserable doomers. If you want to hate everything all the time regardless of what the context surrounding it is then that's your problem. I frankly don't have the emotional bandwidth or patience to play the mental gymnastics you people have to perform every single day to force a negative narrative onto absolutely everything related to them. How are you not exhausted by yourselves? So many of us have answered ask after ask, made post after post offering up example after example, CANON EXAMPLES, to back up what we're saying and every single time you all come back to re argue the very same things we just took the time to explain. You're clearly not interested in actually having anything explained to you. You're clearly not interested in acknowledging what the show is actually very clearly telling us. You very clearly don't want anything other than to be negative. So go be negative together and leave the rest of us alone. We cannot help you see and acknowledge what you're intentionally making yourselves miss.

Thanks Nonny! Much appreciated.

Pffff, so immensely tired of these kinds of questions. I've had my fair share of them and I did answer a few the last couple of days, but I can't do it anymore. I won't.

The FOX era was tough y'all. I need all of you to fully grasp this. We had these insane scenes that were so incredibly romantically coded, but that never lead to anything concrete. We lived from Buddie scene to Buddie scene and in some seasons those were few and far between.

They went from relationship to relationship, but they still had more chemistry between each other than they ever had with their love interests. It was fun shipping them. The fanfics and fanart were stunning and the loooong meta was amazing. But I never really truly believed they would ever happen. I hoped of course, but only 1% of me believed it could ever happen. By the end of season 6 I had lost all hope.

But then they moved to ABC and season 7 pulled out all the Buddie stops. Look at us now. Today I'm 100% a believer. We are close now. Stop trying to kill our buzz. We are happy. We deserve this. Leave us be.

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[soangelbaby]

❤︎ you love when i hate you ; vinnie hacker

‹𝟹 synopsis ; vinnie hacker has always been your academic rival, but on valentine's day, when he sees you with a date at his PR event, he's not having it and he'll remind you who truly owns you.

vinnie holds up his glass in a casual toast, still staring at you with that dangerous glint in his eyes. “to lust, to power, and to the people who know they’re not afraid of either.” he takes a sip, his eyes never leaving the crowd, his presence magnetic, as if he’s already won, already claimed everyone’s attention. “now, let’s make tonight unforgettable.” you roll your eyes, spinning around in your seat back towards ryan, who’s standing there, awkwardly trying to hold his own in this unfamiliar world of power plays and subtle challenges. he’s nervously sipping on his drink, eyes darting between you and vinnie, clearly trying to make sense of the tension in the room.

the air between you and ryan is thick now, charged with the aftereffects of vinnie’s words. ryan’s brows furrow, unsure whether to push further or let it go, but you can tell it bothers him. “is he always like that?” he asks quietly, clearly uncomfortable. you shrug, offering a tight smile. “you have no idea.” you hope that’s the end of it, but the silence that follows is almost unbearable.

the luv & lust event had been meant for indulgence—for whispered secrets in dimly lit corners, for reckless flirtations and champagne-fueled confidence. but now? it felt like a battleground. It was the kind of event where reputations were built and destroyed in a single night, where connections mattered more than credentials, and where power didn’t come from what you knew—it came from how well you could own a room.

and no one owned a room like vinnie hacker.

he was in his element, all effortless charm and quiet confidence as he stood at the center of it all, hosting the event like he had been born for it.

“oh, so this is supposed to be my replacement for tonight?” vinnie’s voice was low, smooth, and dripping in condescension as he tilted his head, eyes flickering between you and the guy standing beside you. ryan—blissfully unaware of the sudden shift in the atmosphere—was trying to impress a small group of people, animatedly talking about some recent academic conference he had attended. his words were confident, sure of himself, but you see it—the slight hesitation, the way his hands fidget on the table. he knows who vinnie is. everyone does. your rival, the arrogant genius who has never backed down from a challenge, especially when it comes to you. and tonight? he had already heard enough.

he blinked, caught off guard. you let out a slow breath, already feeling the tension coil in your stomach. “vinnie,” you started, your voice laced with warning. “don’t start.” but he just smirked, ignoring you completely as he turned to your date, taking him in like he was some fascinating little experiment he was about to pick apart. “what’s your name, man?” his voice is smooth, dripping with amusement, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it. your date squared his shoulders, trying to regain some ground. “ryan.” vinnie let the name hang in the air for a second before he gave a slow nod, feigning interest.

“ryan,” he said, dragging it out like he was testing how it felt on his tongue, stepping closer, his gaze cold and assessing. “major?” he asks, like he’s already decided it’s not going to matter. ryan stiffens, his brows knitting in slight confusion. “economics,” he responds, trying to sound composed. vinnie lets out a low, almost inaudible chuckle, as if the answer is beneath him. “economics? that’s cute. you think you can make it in a world like this with that? bet you’ve got all these big plans in your head, all these ideas, but you don’t even understand the first rule of this game.” vinnie’s gaze darkens, the amusement in his eyes slipping away, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he steps forward again, the space between them narrowing.

ryan bristles, squinting his eyes as he tries to bite back the sting of the words. “i don’t need your approval, vinnie. i know what I’m talking about.” vinnie tilts his head, that signature smirk of his spreading across his face like he’s about to enjoy a show. “no, you don’t get it. you think that major is gonna get you somewhere? trust me, man—nobody gives a shit about theories and numbers when they’re busy playing with power.”

ryan’s jaw tightens, his posture defensive. “i don’t need a lesson in humility from someone who thinks he owns the world.” vinnie’s lips curve into that signature smirk, the kind that says he’s always ten steps ahead. “i know you don’t need a lesson. you need perspective. you think you can waltz in here and impress anyone? you’re not even on the same playing field.” he lets the words sink in, savoring ryan’s reaction. ryan scoffs, trying to hold his ground. “i’m here to have a good time, not compete for a spot in your little playground. but you clearly can’t handle anyone in your space who isn’t part of your perfect little world, huh?”

vinnie steps even closer, practically invading ryan’s personal space. “you’re damn right. this is my space. and you? you’re a tourist in it. you want to pretend you’re important? you want to play with the big dogs? you better learn the rules. or get out.” ryan clenches his fists at his sides, trying to keep his cool. “rules? i don’t answer to you, man. i’ve worked my ass off to get here, and i’m not gonna let you try and belittle me just because you think you’re entitled to everything around you.” ryan’s eyes snap to you, the frustration and humiliation from his confrontation with vinnie simmering just below the surface. his jaw clenches, and his fists tighten at his sides as he tries to maintain his composure. his gaze is sharp, searching yours for something—an apology, an explanation, maybe even some kind of reassurance. but all he finds is your silence.

you can feel his disappointment like a weight on your chest, and yet, you don’t know how to respond. you should say something, anything, to defend him, to make it clear that you don’t agree with vinnie, but the words refuse to come. ryan’s expression hardens, his lips pressing together in a thin line, and without a word, he shakes his head, looking away from you as if the tension in the air between the two of you is too much to bear. “i thought this was supposed to be a fun night,” he mutters, his voice barely audible over the hum of the room, “but it looks like i’m just a pawn in your little game.”

the words sting, and you feel a pang of guilt shoot through you, but you still say nothing, caught between the pull of loyalty and the weight of your own emotions. ryan’s eyes flicker to yours one last time, his expression softening just a fraction, but then, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd. you’re left standing there, the space between you two heavy with unresolved tension, the sounds of the event blurring into the background as the silence between you lingers. as ryan walks away, the sharp sting of guilt and anger crashes over you like a wave. you’re pissed—not just at vinnie, but at yourself, at the whole fucked-up situation. you can’t stand it anymore. you can’t just let it slide.

you spin on your heel, frustration boiling over, and shove vinnie hard, your hands slamming against his chest with more force than you intended. “you’re such a damn asshole!” you snap, your voice low but filled with fury. vinnie barely flinches, a look of amusement flashing across his face as he watches you, all too aware of the power he holds over you in this moment. he steps closer, unbothered by the shove, and before you can move again, he’s got a firm grip on your arm. “yeah, i know,” he mutters with a grin, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. “but you’re not exactly in a position to lecture me right now.”

you try to jerk away, twisting in his grip, your heart pounding in your chest. “let go of me, vinnie. i’m not going anywhere with you.” he ignores your protests, his hold tightening, and with a single tug, he drags you toward the private lounge. your shoes skid on the polished floor as you dig your heels in, but it’s no use. his strength is too much, and the space between you and the rest of the party shrinks with every step he takes. curious glances and knowing smirks, past people who wouldn’t dare to question him. because this was his event. his rules. the moment you reached the private lounge, vinnie didn’t hesitate. the door clicked shut behind you, muffling the music, the noise, the world outside. you barely had a second to catch your breath before your back hit the cool leather of the vip couch—before he was on you.

“you’re mad at me?” his voice was low, edged with mockery, with that infuriating, arrogant amusement that made your stomach twist. “what, for putting that guy in his place? for doing what you should’ve done the second he started running his mouth?” you push against his chest, but it’s weak—your body betrays you as it reacts to him. “shut up, vinnie. you don’t get to do this. not like this.” his hand moves to your neck, fingers gripping with a possessive edge, forcing your head back, your throat exposed to him. you struggle to breathe, your heart racing at the intensity in his eyes. the air between you is electric, thick with the tension that’s been building for far too long.

“you brought him here.” his voice is a growl, barely contained, laced with an anger you haven’t seen from him before. “i don’t care who the hell he is. you walk into my space with him, expecting me to just pretend i’m not here? pretend i don’t know what this is?” the weight of his words hits you like a punch to the gut. his jealousy isn’t just about the guy you brought to the event—it’s about you, about him not being in control. his eyes bore into yours with the force of an accusation, like he expects you to bow down, to submit to him. a shiver runs through you at his words, but it’s not just from fear—it’s from the dangerous, intoxicating pull he has on you, from the way his touch sends jolts of heat coursing through your veins.

you gasp as his thumb traces your skin, large hangs slipping under your dress, “you’re an asshole. you always have to make everything a game.” he laughs softly, the sound rich with arrogance, his fingers skimming your ribs with that familiar teasing touch. “isn’t that what you love about me?” his lips hover dangerously close to yours, teasing. “tell me you don’t love when i win, even when you think you hate it.” you grip his shirt, pulling him in harder, your chest rising and falling with the heat between you. “i don’t—” your words break off into a soft moan when he presses lips against yours harder, taking the words from your mouth. his tongue slips into your mouth, arms slipping around his neck tugging at his collar. you could hear him fumbling with his belt, hands working quickly to feel you.

his dick brushes your thigh, causing you to gasp into his mouth. he tugs your thong aside swiftly, pressing into you rough, not giving you anytime to adjust—or catch your breath. “shiit, vinnie—” you whine into him, your hands claw at his back, desperate for something to hold onto as he sets the pace, moving with an intensity that leaves you breathless. vinnie chuckles as his lips move to your jaw then your neck, “think you deserve this, bring another man to my event? there’s gonna be consequences.” you try to push against him, but it’s pointless. your body betrays you, responding to every inch of him, every stroke. “fuck you,” you mutter, but your voice wavers with the tension building between you. vinnie’s smirk widens, like he knows exactly how you’re feeling, exactly how much control he has over you. “i think you like me like this. you can say whatever you want, but your body’s telling me a different story.”

every word he says fuels the fire of your frustration, but you’re losing the battle—body and mind are at war, and right now, vinnie’s winning. but you refuse to give in. you can’t. “i don’t like you,” you snap, but it’s weak, your words lost in the mess of tension between you two. “i fucking hate this. i hate you.” you choke out, his tip pounding against your cervix, your stomach tightens in pain and pleasure, and you knew you were close already. he leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear, whispering darkly, “you feel so fucking good around me. i could stay like this forever.” you arch against him, your mind a haze of frustration and pleasure, knowing he’s right—no matter how much you want to fight it. “shut the fuck up, vinnie,” you hiss through clenched teeth, trying to keep the last bit of pride intact. “you don’t own me.” he just smirks, but there’s something darker behind it now. “you keep telling yourself that.”

rini’s note ; omg this is so much longer than i expected it to be LMAO ts barely got out brooo but idk i kinda like it might make a series similar academic rivals is such a hot trope 😩 idk it was rushed af but its kinda cute whatever 💔 (excuse any typos grrrr)

[stars-remain2]

Last Lines

Chapter 4 Preview - I Won’t Go Where You Can’t Follow

9 Months Before the March to Moosburg, Stalag Luft III

Bucky had two favorite pastimes in the Stalag: playing imaginary Major League Baseball games alone and staring at the barbed wire fence that cut him off from the outside world and freedom. He was doing both simultaneously now, eyeing up the guards, the fence and the watchtower all while winding up his imaginary pitch. It was the top of the ninth, the score was tied and the bases were loaded with two outs. The stakes couldn’t have been higher and all eyes were on him.

He felt it first – the piercing blue-eyed gaze of his best friend Gale Cleven – before he turned around to meet that gaze head on.

Bucky had left the earth in a B-17 and then subsequently plummeted back down avenging Gale’s death. Bucky wasn’t even slated to be on the Munster mission but he’d begged Chick Harding to put him in the lineup. Bucky had been living it up and getting drunk while his best friend literally crashed and burned. The guilt over Gale’s loss had destroyed him and he felt that it wouldn’t have had happened if he’d just been there at Thorpe Abbotts – at the very least to say goodbye.

Whatever sentimentality and softness he’d had towards his best friend back then was erased the moment he was shot down and captured. Instead, he found himself harboring an unspoken animosity and sense of blame towards Gale that Gale didn’t even know about. It soon became a festering wound that he could never reveal to another soul: it was Gale’s fault that he was here in Stalag Luft III.

In the eight months since his capture and subsequent captivity, something had broken inside of Bucky. Where some, like Gale and Colonel Alkire rose from the ashes to be the leaders the men needed, others like Bucky floundered. In this very moment, Bucky was floundering. He was a man disappearing beneath the waves with no life raft in sight. Gale had no way of knowing that he was walking right into a tent of TNT and he was the lit match.

Gale broke the silence first, “You okay, Major?”

He always had a way of sneaking in a reference to Bucky’s rank, as if to remind him that he still had a job to do here. That the men needed him to lead. That Gale needed him to lead. It made John want to laugh. He couldn’t even lead a horse to water right now.

“Just askin’,” Gale said tentatively, as if he was afraid of what John’s answer might be. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells around him, but he never thought he’d see the day that Gale did too.

Gale had made sure to position himself in front of Bucky so that his body was physically between Bucky and that damned fence like he couldn’t still see it. Like he wasn’t living in a damn cage. Being a prisoner of war had changed something inside him and he knew there was very little of him left that would be worth knowing, if he were to survive the war at all. And to be honest, he wasn’t sure that he wanted to anyway.

“Am I okay? You really askin’ me that, Major?,” Bucky huffs, gesturing wildly at his surroundings, helpless to stop the tumble of words falling from his mouth. “You know what, Cleven?”

Gale stiffened at the use of his last name but Bucky didn’t even notice, continuing on without even taking a breath.

“No I’m not okay, I’m not okay because I’m stuck in here. And whose fault is that, Buck?” Bucky continues, looking anywhere but at Gale’s crestfallen face. “Not mine…no…yours. I wasn’t even supposed to be on that Munster mission, but nooo, I had to go chasin’ after you with some crackpot idea of revenge, some sense of loyalty to you and for WHAT? NOTHING. Because here you were the whole time, alive, reading your little poetry books and teaching Calculus like some fuckin’ Stalag professor. So you know what, Cleven, NO I AM NOT OKAY!”

His voice rose to a shout and then the silence that followed between them was palpable. If there was one thing about Buck and Bucky, it was that their silences were always comfortable.

Not this one.

Bucky sucked his breath in through his teeth, unsure how the words, his forbidden thoughts, had actually exited through his mouth this time. He began to panic as his palms started to sweat and his cheeks reddened. He could feel his heart beginning to pound in his chest, his body prepping him for a flight or fight response. He ached once again to just fling himself at the fence.

He knew he shouldn’t do it, but he brought his head up anyway and looked at Buck, ready to survey the damage he’d done. Seeing the moment the light actually dimmed in Gale Cleven’s eyes took his breath away, knowing he was the reason why.

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Why am I like this??? I promise this story will have the most happy AND soft ending for the Buckies but well…pain til we get there. Part 4 is complete and coming soon on AO3. Maybe tomorrow? ❤️

Thanks again to @steviewicks45 for the amazing beta help!! She’s been my rock and cheerleader through this and has the best suggestions and ideas. So thankful for you boo! 🥰

[elene78-blog]

Can Elodie be alive?

If Elodie is alive (which I see as very possible) it could be revealed at the end. Elodie escaped and is in witness protection somewhere in, I don't know... Canada.

She doesn't try to contact Jean because she thinks he's dead or because she's afraid of being found, but Jean goes looking for her anyway when he finds out.

Honestly... I think it's a pretty real possibility. Elodie being dead to Jean serves the Moriyama's interests to piss him off. On the other hand, the FBI didn't say anything about her, which I find curious. We could have a runaway Elodie in honor of Neil's old life, with dyed hair and wearing contacts.

Actually, this is very much in line with Nora if we think about it.

-Neil had his mother and right now he has Stuart, whom he met again in the last book.

-Kevin has Wymack.

-Aaron and Andrew found each other after years apart.

I see it as very likely that Elodie is alive because Nora likes family reunions, and all the characters have at least 1 living family member nearby, a biological link.

Of course, I think that when they meet, Elodie will not go with Jean. She will have a happy life where she is and she will go crazy with joy when she sees him because she will see that her brother fought for her until the end. Jean will go to see her on a recurring basis and Elodie will go to her games with the family she has found, who will also accept Jean by extension.

I digressed... I wanted to write that, in this happy picture, when Jean's friends meet Elodie, they see the similarities. Jean says that his sister is an elegant and sweet girl... But Elodie is a teenager who makes the most sarcastic and cheeky comments in the world (and has a long hand and a loose mouth when someone bothers her). She's only sweet to his brother.

But there is an important and fun detail.

Elodie stares when she likes someone. He almost broke his neck looking Kevin up and down with complete shamelessness.

It's genetic. Or French. The Trojans don't know.

... Kevin didn't dare say hello to Elodie. He sees Jean breathing down his neck, threatening his life if he dares to even look at her.

[siggiedraws]

I'd love to hear more about your view on Sonic too! What do you like (and dislike, if you want) most about him?🍀

There are so many things I love about him it's hard to choose! But a few things do come to mind:

1) Sonic's willingness to help others no matter what, like when Sonic decides to help rescue a girl's village from a dragon in Black Knight despite the fact that this would cause him to run out of time to do Nimue's tasks (luckily, that was actually a test that Sonic passed!) The fact that Sonic just wants to save people who need saving, no matter if that's an inconvenience to him, shows how compassionate and selfless he is. Not to mention his line to Chip where he says "Do I need a reason to want to help out a friend?" makes me emotional every time. He helps people simply because he wants to!

2) Sonic's thrill-seeking nature. He'll do crazy shit just because it's fun and dangerous and you can tell he just lives for it. He sounds so happy and excited whenever it happens that it's really cute. This is very much highlighted in the Storybook games, where Sonic's companion characters often express their chagrin at how reckless Sonic is. This moment in Pirate Storm and this moment in Molten Mine are my favourite examples.

I would say Sonic's thrill-seeking is emboldened by the fact that he faces death head-on and isn't afraid. When he's about to die in Sonic Adventure 2, he keeps his cool and he calmly holds the fake Chaos Emerald, wondering if he can make it through. In Secret Rings, at the realization that the Flame of Judgment's time limit is almost up, he chuckles to himself and apologizes to Shahra for worrying her. This is extremely telling of his selfless character and his lack of self-preservation. Even in death he's not thinking about himself. He's focused on cheering up his friend.

It's something I find very fascinating, for someone who enjoys living so much to lack a fear of death. Though, I would argue that it does bother him on the inside, if even a little bit, going by the lyrics of Unawakening Float: Must I float away? / Will I ever wake?

3) Sonic's love for life and the world around him. Sonic's always fighting to preserve and protect nature from Dr. Eggman's industrialization, and environmental awareness is a prominent theme in the Sonic franchise, so it makes sense that's what Sonic's all about! He remarks in Heroes that he loves Grand Metropolis, for instance, which is a huge eco-friendly city with no pollution. Also, in a 2022 Q&A, Sonic says that restoring all the levels in Generations reminded him of how great the world is, which is genuinely so sweet! 💙

As for Sonic's love for life, the thing with Sonic is that he doesn't have any ultimate goals in life or any dream to achieve. When it comes to living life to the fullest, he exists in the moment and enjoys the present day. He does what makes him happy right here and right now. In other words, he's content without a destination, and he enjoys the never-ending journey. There is a lot I can learn from him!

4) His mystery! What is Christmas Island like? How did he and Eggman first meet? Just who the hell is this guy? No one knows, but Sonic will tell you he's just a normal hedgehog, which may very well be true. There are little hints here and there that point towards the symbolism of his origins, like his folded boots being inspired by Santa Claus, which is why they're red and white with a buckle! I find that such a cool detail. I love the vagueness of his past and I hope it stays that way.

Speaking of Sonic and mystery, did you know that there's a character called Uhu the Wind Genie in Sonic and the Secret Rings, who is known for his speed, and we never see his true form? I wonder who that could be an analogue to...

As for what I dislike about Sonic, that's much harder to answer because I love him so much. Every aspect about him is perfect to me! I suppose if I had to choose one thing… he can just leave without notice for an extended period of time, as seen in the end of Sonic Advance, and that can be very worrying. He's an independent guy and he likes alone time, but I can imagine how his behaviour could frustrate the people around him. Tails flying in the Tornado trying to look for him in the sky breaks my heart.

anyways... I love Sonic so much as you could tell. Thanks so much for your ask! 💙

[chiaseedbaby]

Sfw and Nsfw Headcannons for…

Ronin Beaufort!!

(Y’all don’t understand how much this man’s last name makes me laugh, it’s so bad.)

I hope you all enjoy ;3

Sfw Headcannons:

♥︎ I am a firm believer that Ronin is a touch starved person. So he has to be touching you at all times when you’re together, holding hands, hugging, kisses, just pressing himself against you while sitting, anything, he just needs the contact. (o^^o)

♡ Giant cuddler, he just loves being able to lay on your chest, he enjoys your warmth.

♥︎ He absolutely loves braiding your hair, if you have long hair and don’t like doing it? He’ll do it for you any day without arguing, he just loves it!

♡ I believe he is SUPER protective, if someone even looks at you the wrong way, he has V learn everything about them and texts them a picture of their own house with a colorful little threat for them to back off <3

♥︎ He is so grumpy in the mornings, and refuses to let you get up for anything until at least 7:00 am unless you have work or have to go to the restroom. :)

♡ Absolutely loves it when you cuddle him and whisper in his ear, he just adores the intimacy of it.

♥︎ The pet names he calls you include: Darlin’, love, baby, sweetie, short-ass and sugar.

Nsfw Headcannons:

♥︎ Giant biter, prove me wrong, I dare you. He has those canines for a reason.

♡ Speaking of marking, the amount of bite marks, hickies, hand marks and bruises you have when he’s done with you would make a pornstar blush. He’s always so rough.

♥︎ He is a hair puller can’t help it, he needs to look at your pretty face when he rails you :(

♡ He absolutely loves to be rough with you, bullying himself right into your guts! :3

♥︎ It’s a 50/50 chance whether or not he’ll degrade or praise you during sex, it really depends on his mood.

♡ This man is not afraid to be vocal, he moans and curses when he fucks you because he can’t control it :(

♥︎ If you have piercings anywhere sexual you better bet he will be tugging and licking at them any chance he gets, and if it’s nipple piercings? They will be sore.

♡ His aftercare game is good, he cleans you up, gets you a snack and some water, then cuddles you while you guys watch a show or movie.

♥︎The names he’d call you during sex would be: Slut, Bitch, Cumdump, Whore. (And when he’s in a good mood he may slip a Sugar tits in there.)

[galaxymagitech]

For the WIP Ask Game

Continuing an ask from @birdieisnotwriting

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

I...have a truly terrifying number of WIPs. So I'll stick to the ones that are either particularly interesting or that I intend to eventually post.

fool me twice — A Tim-centric fic where some of Bruce's more recent physical abuse leaks into the 90s where Tim was initially Robin. It starts small and slowly gets worse and worse. Tim keeps trying to draw lines, but he shifts them back every time Bruce crosses them. About 1/3rd to 2/5ths of this fic is written, and I go back to reread it sometimes, but I'm not sure I'll ever finish it. It's kind of a spiritual precursor to fool me thrice, to the point where I cannibalized the name, but it's a distinct story.

Reverse Robins Damian Discussion — Set in my Reverse Robins AU. When Jason realizes that Tim was worried about him being around Bruce and Damian, he's afraid that he's in danger. Tim is like, "oh, Damian grew up, and Bruce hated Damian specifically, so you're fine". Jason asks questions and Tim theorizes on why exactly Bruce and Damian's relationship was so awful and why it's better now. This story serves as a bridge between Damian's time as Robin and the present day.

Two Truths and a Lie — Inspired by Batman and Catwoman debating the circumstances of their meeting. Jason has a conversation with Talia, but he can't remember which version of canon is true. It's very uncomfortable. I probably won't finish this one.

Robin Hood — In a universe where Jason didn't die, Tim ends up in foster care after his parents' kidnapping goes south. Unfortunately, Tim doesn't quite have the computer skills that Batman and Oracle taught him, but he's still no slouch. Between trying to pass his classes, deal with his neglectful and ever-so-slightly abusive foster parents, and prevent himself from being lost in Gotham's corrupt foster care system, Tim has his hands full. Still, he finds himself drawn to Gothem's vigilantes. So when Batman goes missing (due to Bane) and substitute Batman attacks a Robin who has nowhere to go, Tim tries to help.

Hallucinatory Cellmate — Jason ends up trapped in some sort of magic stasis zone, an infinite expanse of white. He's just starting to go crazy when Tim shows up, equally trapped. Over the next few weeks, Jason gets to know Tim. But when he escapes, it turns out Tim was just a hallucination, and Tim isn't nearly as pathetic and forgiving as how Jason hallucinated him, and Jason has to reconcile his imaginary version of Tim with the real one.

Better Than Batman — Near the end of Post-Crisis, Jason Todd is captured in all his unhinged glory. One by one, his family talk to him and try to convince him to stop killing. Whether they're successful or not, I have yet to decide, but this is my attempt to explore exactly what unconventional arguments the Bats might make that actually have the potential to convince Jason.

Calling All the Monsters — A murderous comedy. Damian's attack on Red Robin is more successful than he expected. After Damian cuts his line, an injured Tim manages to escape into an assassin-infested Gotham. Damian decides that he has passed the point of no return and needs to kill Tim, even though he feels guilty for what he did. He teams up with various shady figures, including Red Hood and Prudence Wood, thinking they're all helping him kill Tim. Meanwhile, they all think they're helping Damian save Tim. Tim thinks everyone is trying to kill him.

Burden — Dick leaves Wayne Manor after Bruce fired him. If he is no longer Batman's partner, he knows has no place in Bruce's home. But when the heat is broken in his cheap apartment, Dick is forced to swallow his pride and return home.

it beckons me to stay — An exploration of Tim and Damian's brotherhood set 5-10 years in the future. In the intervening years, the rest of the family has died. They are both extremely traumatized.

Pawn to D3 — Reverse Robins Titans Tower AU (but not set in my main RR universe). Tim breaks into Titans Tower to kill Jason. It's not personal, but he needs to provoke Bruce, and killing a vigilante is better than killing a random civilian. If Batman needs a villain, Tim will give him one. (Eventually he snaps out of it and realizes that treating a teenager as a pawn in a war is Bad, even if he’s also treating himself like a chess piece.)

Tim Befriends the Gremlin — Described here!

Flood Sequel — Literally a sequel for Flood lol. Reverse Robins. Jason befriends Dick. Tim mentors them both. When Tim finally confronts Bruce, it goes…differently than expected, thanks to his little brothers’ interference.

Be My Robin Fic — This one is almost done! A Tim joins Jason during Battle for the Cowl AU. In a universe where Batman was just a bit worse and just a bit more out of control, the idea of having to work with a cruel, murderous Batman doesn't seem so unusual to Tim. Plus, Tim knows that Damian has to be Robin to get him to stay. So, Tim gets a new Batman.

Tornado — Five times Reverse Robins!Damian was uprooted + one time he found home. Features Damian navigating his fraught relationships with Bruce, Duke Thomas, Tim Drake, and Jonathan Kent as he grows up.

Haunted House — Jason steals Batman's tires two years earlier than in canon, and the effects cascade from there. Bruce doesn't make Jason Robin, but he does adopt him. Meanwhile, Dick is still in Wayne Manor, but he and Bruce are on the outs. Jason overhears some extremely out-of-context conversations, sees that Dick has bruises (from being Robin) and freaks the heck out. This one is almost finished, but I've since found a very similar work, so I'm trying to figure out what I can do to make this fic unique.

[swytchoocos]

Valentine’s Day— Haitani brothers ୨♡୧

I know for them is white day in march but this is the Americanized version feb 14 ;)

Ran Haitani

• Last-Minute but Perfect Plans – He acts like he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day, but somehow everything falls perfectly into place. Reservations at an upscale restaurant? Done. A thoughtful but expensive gift? Already bought. He’ll act like it was effortless, but he definitely planned in advance.

• Teasing but Sweet – Spends the whole day teasing you, calling you needy for wanting a romantic day with him. But then he’ll randomly pull you close, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and say, “You’re lucky I like spoiling you.”

• Lavish Gifts – He’s got money, and he’s not afraid to use it. Jewelry, designer clothes, perfume—he loves seeing you draped in things he picked out. “Makes you look even better, doll,” he’ll smirk.

• Slow Dancing at Home – If you two go back to his place, he’ll put on some slow jazz or R&B, take your hand, and sway with you in the dim light. It’s one of those rare soft moments he doesn’t admit he enjoys.

• Possessive Affection – Ran has a habit of pulling you onto his lap in public, especially if he catches someone else eyeing you. “They can look, but they’ll never have you,” he’ll say with that lazy grin.

• Late-Night Drives – After dinner, he’ll take you for a ride through the city, one hand on the wheel, the other holding your thigh. He’ll drive aimlessly, just enjoying your presence.

Rindo Haitani

• Acts Like He Doesn’t Care (But He Does) – He’ll grumble about how Valentine’s Day is overhyped, but if you say you don’t want to do anything, he’ll get secretly annoyed. He wants to do something for you—he just won’t admit it.

• Simple but Meaningful – He’s not about flashy dates like Ran. Instead, he’d take you somewhere quiet and personal—like a hidden ramen spot or a scenic lookout where he can just enjoy your company without distractions.

• Homemade Effort – If he really likes you, he’ll cook for you. He’ll pretend it’s no big deal, but you’ll catch him double-checking the recipe or cursing under his breath when something doesn’t turn out perfect.

• Protective but Subtle – If you go out, his hand is always resting on your lower back, guiding you through crowds. He’s not the type to be overly possessive, but he makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

• Soft but Rare Compliments – “You look nice,” is about as much as you’ll get at first. But if you catch him off guard—maybe laughing or staring at him with love in your eyes—he’ll mumble, “You’re beautiful,” like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

• Loves Spending the Night In – Rindo would rather have a chill night in than go to a fancy dinner. Movie marathon? Gaming session? Cuddling under a blanket while he absentmindedly plays with your fingers? Yes to all of the above.

• Quiet but Deep Love – Unlike Ran, Rindo won’t shower you with words, but his actions speak for him. He’ll hold your hand when no one’s looking, press a kiss to your temple when he thinks you’re asleep, and pull you closer in bed when he thinks you might move away.

Overall, dating Ran on Valentine’s Day is like being swept into a whirlwind of luxury and charm, while Rindo makes you feel like you’re the most important person in his world—even if he struggles to say it.

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Pursing your lips, you stared at the aisle of Valentine’s Day items in front of you.

One shelf held the same stuffed toy, stretching down the entire aisle. It was of a Dragon, in varying colours of red, pink, white, all holding coloured hearts of an opposing colour, with the words ‘I love you’ stitched into the fabric. 

Under that shelf, housed a variety of boxes of chocolates, filled with a variety of delectable flavours: White chocolate with coffee foam filling, another box held a mixture of chocolates, milk, dark and white with raspberry filling, salted caramel and other such sweet delights. 

At the bottom shelves sat bouquets of flowers, all of them roses in varying colours, but mostly red and pink.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you scrutinised the aisle for the hundredth time. How does one pick out a gift for an Orc of all people? 

Orcs aren’t known for this mushy stuff, and a part of you was afraid that if you dared pick one of these items, your partner may think of you as soft. 

That’s why your Orc Boyfriend liked about you, and he reminded you of it frequently. “Strong women make for great partners!” He’d declared. “They can help me in a fight, should I need it!”

While in this modern era, fighting wasn’t as nearly as important as it would have been in centuries past, your boyfriend belonged to a very traditional family of Orcs. Historically, they once led the most powerful camp in the country, and were rewarded for their peacekeeping by the Human government, by granting them colossal sums of money to help fund and keep the Monster population in check.

And while your boyfriend deciding to take you as a partner was unorthodox in his family, they weren’t going to just shoot down their relatives’ happiness. They liked you, and you liked them too.

Which is why you felt it was important to pick a good Valentine’s Day gift for your Orc. It couldn’t be too mushy, otherwise everyone would gag with disgust, and it couldn’t be too cold either. His family might think you don’t care about him otherwise.

Sighing, you turned away from the aisle and continued on with your shopping. As you picked out a few other groceries, your mind worked on what you could get for him.

You thought about what your boyfriend liked; weapons, history, cop shows, video games. 

Maybe you could buy him a replica of a video game weapon? As you got into your car, you did a quick search on your phone for such a thing.

You knew he was fond of historical games, set in the past, where Magik was still legally grey and Monsters could do as they pleased. But found that any kind of replica was way out of your price range. 

Quickly ditching the idea, you decided to try to find a history book. Your boyfriend was into any kind of history from anywhere in the world, so why not find him something like that?

Thinking on your feet, you started up the car and drove to your nearest bookshop. Upon arriving, you asked the clerk if they could help you out on your endeavour and they led you to a vast selection of tomes. 

Some were bigger than your head, heavier than you weighed, while others were so small you could balance them on the tip of your index finger. 

Finally, you came across a book about Ancient Myths of the Higher Lands, where the author told a myth and then discussed its possible origins, giving a history lesson and telling an interesting tale at the same time. It was reasonably sized, small enough for you to hold comfortably and weighed like any other book.

Smiling, you shut the book and rang it up at the counter. Upon leaving, the book in hand, your eyes caught sight of something else. 

In another shop window, you spied a chocolate console controller. The buttons were made of white chocolate, while the control sticks were made of dark chocolate. The body of the console was made of milk chocolate and had a thin strip of black liquorice coming out of its top. 

Without a second thought, you bought it from the chocolatier and put it in your bag with the book you found. 

Right, so you’d found something sweet and something personal. You questioned whether you needed another gift. 

You’d already searched high and low for anything else your partner may like, and that already proved to be quite the arduous task. 

Sighing, you got into your car and drove home. These will have to do.

A part of you felt guilty for only bringing home a book and some chocolate for your boyfriend. Because of his family, he was extremely well off, which meant that you could ask him for anything, and be reasonably confident that it would turn up in a few days for you.

You rarely asked him for much, not wanting to exploit his wealth. You felt guilty even asking him for basic things like food and helping you cover your own expenses like money for petrol.

But compared to how his gifts were going to be, you knew yours didn’t even stand a chance. 

It’s the thought that counts, you reminded yourself as you pulled up to your shared house. 

As you carefully put what you’d bought away–hiding the gifts you’d bought for your Orc, as you knew he’d be curious about what you’d got him ––you heard his heavy footfalls coming down from upstairs. 

You stashed the bags under the kitchen island’s cabinet as he leaned in through the doorway. He gave you a huge smile. “How was shopping?” He asked, brightly. 

“Good.” You said, truthfully. Frankly, it was a miracle you’d found anything for him in the first place. 

He jerked his head behind himself. “Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.”

Frowning, you abandoned your gifts in the kitchen and followed him.

“So, I’ve been thinking that maybe we should have a chill Valentine's Day this year,” he explained as he climbed up the stairs. “And I know it’s a bit early, but I just couldn’t resist.”

He opened the door to your bedroom. “And I know it’s kind of childish, but I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

Your eyes widened as you looked around your room. Poles held the bed covers up at the foot and headboard of the bed, forming a tent structure above your mattress.

Inside it, there was an array of pillows along with snacks, the sheets of the bed drawn back so you could watch the TV at the end of your bed. It displayed a streaming service set up and was ready to go.

“A pillow fort?!” You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face. “I haven’t done one of these since I was a kid!”

“I know.” Your Orc answered. As you stepped into the room, he smiled as you investigated the interior, kicking your shoes off and clambering inside. “I remembered you talking about it to my mum. And then I realised I’d never done anything like that, so… I thought we could spend the entire month inside a pillow fort. I made it the way my ancestors used to pitch tents in their camps, so it should be quite sturdy.”

You peeked out of the bedsheet. “Thank you!” You beamed at him. Guilt pinched at you as you remembered your gifts. 

Your Boyfriend frowned at your falling expression. “Is everything okay? It’s not too much, is it?”

“No, it’s not that.” You grimaced. “You’re just too thoughtful. Wait a moment.”

Clambering off the bed, you rushed downstairs and pulled out your presents and came back upstairs. “I was going to wrap them, give them to you on Valentine's Day, but… it feels wrong not to give you something now, since you’ve done this for me.” When you’d reached the top of the stairs, you thrust the book and chocolate at him.

“Compared to you, my gifts are just… eh.” You smiled, weakly.

But your Orc Boyfriend, smiled and examined them. “Wait, a chocolate console controller? That’s so cool!” His smile turned into a grin, “and a history on the Higher Lands about they’re myths?” He looked up at you from them and pulled you into a hug. “You know me so well.”

“I wish I could have done something more like this,” you said sadly. 

Material items could not compare to something as sweet as this. They just never would. 

“Don’t be daft.” Your Orc said, “these presents show you pay attention to me and know what I like. These are more than just material gifts.” He kissed your forehead. “They’re proof that you love me.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He always knew just what to say, didn’t he?

“Happy Valentine’s my love.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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The Lucanis vs Illario story would have had greater emotional depth/intrigue if the writers didn't water down how fucked up the Crows are as an organization.

Just some thoughts about how, out of all the side villains, Illario had some great potential to be a really interesting/tragic character in my opinion.

TL;DR: Zevran Aranai has a knife with Caterina's name on it for good reason and Lucanis/Illario need therapy...or whatever the Thedas equivalent is called...talking to Rook, I dunno

Going into DATV as a new player, or even as a returning one, the whitewashing of the Crows has a lot of the potential complexities of that life simply ignored or barely touched upon. The entire 'Illario vs Lucanis' boils down to: Illario seething in the shadows about Lucanis being the 'best boy'™ of the family while Illario is an after thought - which he is.

Let's be real, Illario is not subtle and immediately comes across as the Scar to Lucanis' 'Mufasa'. It's a questline with a very straightforward villain who has pretty lackluster motivations from what info we're provided - being 'I want power and to be the First Talon'. The game does very little explore what motivations he may have beyond being jealous of Lucanis/wanting more power.

However, if you play the quest line knowing what previous games have set up about the Crows - about how cutthroat and brutal the life is behind the glamour - then you can see that the entire Lucanis vs Illario conflict has amazing potential to be a dramatic tragedy.

We've seen how the life of Crow can affect Zevran - someone who was sold into the life through child-slavery. How interesting would it be to see how the life of a Crow can affect someone who was born into it? It's pretty clear in-game that Caterina intends for her grandchildren to carry on the family tradition - despite the fact that this 'family tradition' has likely led to the deaths of most of her grandchildren and however many children she had.

If there's banter about how Illario's/Lucanis' parents/cousins died specifically I haven't heard it, but the impression I got in-game was that it was likely linked to the Crows/politics in some way? Feel free to correct me! Still majorly fucked up that she pushes her grandsons into this life regardless!

Lucanis/Illario's situation was not like Zevran's - who was sold into the Crow's through slavery, with no one to speak up for him. Caterina was a woman who had power, who knew what the life of a Crow meant, and who still pushed those she 'loved' into it because is consolidated her place in the system. For all the Crows talk of 'family' Caterina doesn't seem to give a shit about them unless if they're contributing to the family business in some way - not to mention the whole 'you fail and we kill you' clause of being a Crow in the first place.

In the 'Wigmaker Job' from Tevinter Nights Lucanis talks about how Caterina hit him [also Illario] with her cane for mistakes and had him spend days without food/water. How he used to hate her but now 'realizes' that it was her way of ensuring he survived the life of being an Antivan Crow. Did it end up protecting them? It likely pushed them both to refine their skills out of fear. It's likely that simply by association with her they would be targets and thus needed to know how to take care of themselves and fight.

But why have him as a Crow in the first place? Why not simply train them well to defend themselves? You can't deny that she doesn't benefit from having her grandchildren in the family business - intentionally wanting Lucanis to take over her position as First Talon. The Antivan Crows are a force to be reckoned with and being one brings a whole lot of power in Antiva - being part of the elite of that group even more so.

If the game showed us the ugly reality of the Crows - the brutality of the lifestyle and how cutthroat the organization is, it could have really added some depth to Illario's betrayal - having it be more than "I want more power/respect" to "this is the result of what you taught me was valuable in life."

Warden: "Do you actually enjoy being an assassin?" Zevran: "And why not? There are many things to enjoy about being a Crow in Antiva. You are respected. You are feared. The authorities go out of their way to overlook your trespasses. Even the rewards are nothing to turn your nose up at."

Illario, bitter about Caterina favoring Lucanis - resentful of the fact that she has already decided that Lucanis will be her successor, being offered power by the Venatori (at the expense of the Crows) and accepting because why not? How different is it from what the Crows do? Isn't power and status the whole point of working yourself up in the Crows? Getting into a relationship with Zara because why not? Isn't sex part of the allure of being a Crow? Why can't he have this? Why shouldn't he have this?

Rook: "When we met, it didn't seem like Illario and Caterina were close." Lucanis: "It was hard to be close to her. Even for me. And...I was her favorite."

Why would he have connections to his family? Why should he? Caterina certainly never seemed to value 'family' beyond what they could do for her and their family legacy. Most of his family is already dead, and of those that remain the only parental figure he has obviously favors Lucanis. We don't have a lot of evidence in-game to show that Illario ever really cared for Lucanis, but the prequel story 'The Wake' and Lucanis' own banter imply that they were practically brothers, best friends. Perhaps he did care and then ceased to at some point, perhaps he didn't at all, or perhaps he accepted that an early death for them both was inevitable like everyone else in their family. Dead now or later - what was the difference? At least if Illario sells him out now to the Venatori then he'll get something from it instead of another dead family member to bury.

It's the tragic result of raising a child in an environment where he was taught and experienced the need for self-preservation at all costs. Constantly threatened, punished, and made well aware of that fact that his life was an expendable commodity. Then, when things in the world went to shit he picked the only option that made sense to him. To save himself.

The irony of the potential fall of the Crows, the fall of House Dellamorte, coming at the hands of one of their own - not because he had a change of heart but because he was taught too well by them. The Crows view those that fail them as disposable, someone to be discarded - if the Crows fail Illario, what is to stop him from applying that mindset to them?

But this would require the writers to acknowledge how messed up the Crows are and we can't do that to our 'Noble Freedom Fighters'™. They'll also need to address Zevran's existence and what lore was established in past games...and we can't have that either lmao.