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Green Giant Saga Part 11: The Green Giant Strikes Back - Welcome Back to 98.7 News!

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“Welcome back to 98.7 news, keeping you up to date on the latest in the great undercity! I’m Ruben Carraway and we at 98.7 have your back in times of terrible danger, and, oh my, was today certainly a day of danger indeed! In district ES, the entertainment district of Zaun, a shooter by the name of Jeffery McLain attacked the Kha’Zhun Casino through the use of firearms and a bomb, leaving three people dead and a dozen injured, and stole approximately 500,000 cogs in revenue. Among the casualties, the wardens have found casino owner Mikal Rovack dead in his office.”

“While the wardens made chase, our infamous number one menace, the Green Giant, made an appearance at the scene of crime.”

“This monster leaped within the middle of the chase, impeding on the warden’s pursuit and causing thousands of cogs in collateral damage to many of the stores and alleyways in our city yet again. Unsurprising, given the nature of this beast. This isn’t the first time we’ve seen him punch through pure concrete walls with his bare hands.”

“The wardens suspect that it was working with the crazed murderer to help him escape and cause more harm to innocent Zaunites. Witnesses say that when the wardens cornered the both of them, the vile beast abandoned him by seeping through a manhole. Thankfully, through their brave commitment to peace and justice, our brilliant men in blue were able to capture the murderer in question, but the Green Giant is still out there."

"With such elasticity, it can hide anywhere. With such strength, it can bring down your entire home. It could attack you, your kids, your entire sector, and we all need to be alert on its whereabouts anywhere, anytime, but don’t worry! That’s why we at 98.7 are committed to your safety and we will give more details…"

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Part 11 is coming January 10th, 2025.

If you want to read more of Zac and Twitch’s adventures in Zaun. Check out the entire saga!

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HIDDEN PT. 2

TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER

WARNINGS / TRIGGERS: SFW; minors do not interact; mentions of domestic violence; self-hate; angst; Terry is hard to read in the beginning.

SUMMARY: You’ve been working at Terry’s club for about a week now and you’re finally getting the hang of things. There might be a little jealous Terry in here if you squint. This “chapter” might be dialogue heavy. No Smut (yet!)

TROPES: grumpy x sunshine ; “touch her and die”; slow burn; 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Okaaay!! Part 2 is now available!! I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m really trying to work on my dialogue skills and some world building so bare with me. The SMUT will come soon, I just want you guys to get to know my version of Terry and Daphne.

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

PREVIOUSLY ON HIDDEN: 1

DAPHNE

“Girl! I see why you never left this job! The tips alone are enough to cover rent this month,” I said looking at the wad I already had in my mini apron. 

Lexi nodded, “See, what did I say? You won’t have to go back to the hospital for a while.” I contemplated the idea, sure the break from the physically, mentally, and emotionally draining job is nice. But, helping people, caring for them, that’s my passion. I’ll go back when I’m ready. As I wait for Lexi to make the next round of drinks for the police commissioner’s table, I turn and take in my surroundings.

The club is so unique. With a sunken lounge area and the circular light fixtures it almost has a 60s vibe. But with the seductive lighting and R&B playing it feels like a jazz club. Lexi slides the finished tray of drinks my way and I head towards the commissioner’s table. 

“Our favorite girl is back!” one of them shouted. They were all very close to being drunk, the drinks in my hand should do the job. 

“That’s me!” I said with my million dollar smile. I could already tell what kind of men I was dealing with, pretty boys who never heard the word ‘no’. I place all their drinks down and ask them if there’s anything else I can get them. 

“Aww c’mon leaving so soon? Stay and chat with us for a little while,” one of the men said. I huffed out a fake laugh, “I wish, but I’ve got to finish up my training”. They all boo’d in protest, but I just shrugged my shoulders and backed away. Breathing a sigh of relief I make my way back towards Lexi.

“Ouu girl, they like you,” she said laughing at me, 

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t wanna hear shit when the car is gassed up and the fridge is full. If they keep tipping me like this they can like me all they want,” i said cleaning off the counter. The lights started to dim as someone walked on stage. Out of my periferie I see Terry’s office door open. 

“Oop there go your man,” Lexi whispers in my direction. I huff out an annoyed breath, “Stop calling him that! What if someone hears you!” I whisper-shout, throwing my rag at her. Okay, so I might've developed a teeny-tiny crush on Terry. I don’t know how anyone can look at that man and not get swept up in his beauty. I keep it professional obviously, and it’s not even like he notices. Terry’s barely said two words to me since I started here. I sneak a peek at Terry over my shoulder and I feel my canine sink into my lower lip as I take in his attire.  

Dressed in a simple black long sleeve and matching black cargos and timberland boots. With the gold mini cuban link chain and glasses to top the look off, he’s any woman’s wet dream.

“Damn, Daphne could you be any more obvious?” Lexi asked, laughing at me. 

“Oh, shut up! Look at him, he’s too fine for his own good” I whisper, turning back toward my sister. I feel like a high school girl with a crush. I need to get a grip, fast. I grabbed the ice bucket, heading to the back to fill it up. I need to put some distance between myself and the green-eyed giant. I’ve only been working here about a week and I feel like I’m finally getting a hang of things. I bring the ice out and make my way over to my side of the bar. 

Eli, the police commissioner’s son, has become one of my regulars. After his dad leaves Eli usually stays to hit on whoever is within earshot. Tonight it looks like that’s me, “There she is!” he shouted, eyes low in his liquor induced haze. 

“Someone needs to get cut off I see,” I say, chuckling at Eli’s dopey grin. He groans, “Aww c’mon baaaby. Don’t b-be like that.” Eli reaches for my hand to grab my attention. Before he could open his mouth, the deep, sexy voice of my boss cuts him off.

“Eli quit harassing my staff before I cut you off,” Terry says, sliding into the seat next to Eli. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it T-man! It’s allllll good,” Eli said, his words starting to blend together.

“Annnd, you’re cut off. Eli give me your phone so I can get you an Uber,”I say, making grabby hands at Eli. He smirks peering over at Terry who looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “See, told you she wanted me,” he said, nudging his elbow into Terry’s ribs. I roll my eyes not wanting to satisfy him with a response. Eli’s cute, don't get me wrong, but I’m just not interested.

“Actually someone’s coming to relieve you Daphne, I need you in the back,” Terry says leaning up on the counter. My eyes widened as I looked over at Terry. He just smirks and nods his head toward the door marked ‘employees only’. I nod before wiping my hands off on my pants and head towards that door. I glance over my shoulder to see Terry whisper something in Eli’s ear before he makes his way toward me. 

“Ready for your first assignment?” Terry asks as he makes his way to me. 

A dry chuckle leaves my mouth, “Will it be worse than that?” I ask, pointing my thumb in Eli’s direction. 

Terry’s shoulders shake with quiet laughter, “I hope not, here, c’mon they’re right through here”

I knew Terry was serious about using my medical side to help him out, I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. My mind blanks as I try to shift my focus to that of a 3 year trauma/ICU nurse. Not knowing what I’m walking into I take off my rings and bracelets as we enter the door. Terry leads me down what appears to be basement stairs and then leads me to another door. Before we go in he turns to me standing shoulder-width apart with his hands crossed in his front (REFERENCE).

s it just me or did it get ten degrees hotter in here?

“This kind of goes without saying but, you don’t say anything about what goes on behind this door,” Terry said.

With a nod of my head I say, “Of course not, now let’s see what I’ve gotten myself into yea?”

TERRY

“Gunshot wounds!? Terry, what do you expect me to do with this?!” Daphne asked, examining the semi-conscious man laying on the table. I watched carefully as she threw her locs up in a messy bun and went to work on her “patient”.

“They’re just flesh wounds, mostly just need patching up. You can do that right sweetheart?” I ask leaning back against the door. She rolls her eyes and mumbles out a ‘yeah’. That eye rolling shit is really starting to get on my nerves with how much it turns me on. 

“What kind of supplies do you have?” She asks looking over at me. 

I move to a storage closet on my right and open the door for her, “In here is everything you should need.”  I grab a cart containing multiple drawers with the supplies she might need (reference). Once I wheel it over to her she pauses and looks at the cart then me. 

“This is a hospital grade crash cart,” Daphne said, raising a brow at me. Damn, she’s pretty when she does that too. 

I nod slowly, “Yes, yes it is. I figured how can I ask you to do a job without the proper equipment.”

She lets out a disbelieving chuckle, “How’d you get all this? And can you get it restocked when I’m done with him?”

“Well I can’t really tell you how I got everything, let’s just say everything has its price. I’ll have it restocked before you have to do this again”, I say. 

Daphne just nods and takes a deep breath before heading to the sink, “Well, I’m going to need an extra hand in here. Do you have time or can you send someone else in here?”

“I’ll stay,” I reply with a shrug. She flashes me a small smile before instructing me to wash my hands in the sink. Once I finish I saddle up beside her and wait for instructions. Daphne hands me a pair of gloves instructing me to put them on. 

“Do you have any medical training?”Daphne asks as she puts a stethoscope to Paul’s (gunshot victim) chest. 

“Basic CPR and some shit I had to do in the field,” I say checking Paul’s heart rate 

“What branch?” 

“Who said I was military?” I ask, smirking at her. 

“Terry, be serious, look at how you stand, how you always sit facing the door, and how you talk. Let’s just say it wasn’t that hard for me to tell. Hand me that syringe that says ‘Morphine’ please,” she smiled at me sweetly, pointing at the aforementioned syringe.

I feel my smirk widen against my will, “You’ve been watching me?” I ask, passing her the syringe. 

She rolls her eyes yet again, “Oh don’t flatter yourself. I spent over a decade in healthcare. 25% of those people are from military backgrounds.” 

“So who was it? Mom or Dad?” I ask, holding pressure on Paul’s wound while she places an IV. 

“Huh?”, she asks, not looking up from her task. I can admire the way her nose scrunches and she bites her lip as she works through her task.

“Who was in the military? Your mom or your Dad?” I ask again. 

Daph lets out a small giggle, “What gave it away?” 

I clear my throat and her eyes meet mine. I move my index finger back and forth pointing at me then her, “Same recognizes same, sweetheart.” She huffs out another small laugh before focusing back in. I’m thinking of one thing and one thing only as we work in comfortable silence, patching Paul up. I need to make her laugh again. 

“My mom, she was in the Navy. She was the best,”I say reaching for my locket that had her picture in it. 

Terry nods before looking at me, “I’m sure she was sweetheart. I’m sorry you lost her so soon”. He’s got the prettiest eyes. They’re so expressive I feel like he’s saying more to me with just a look than he ever could with words. 

2.5 HOURS LATER

DAPHNE

When Terry and I exit the basement his club is empty.  “That was good work in there Daph,” Terry said, eyeing me appreciatively. 

“Well it was a simple plug and patch like you said, you probably could’ve done it,” I say, rubbing my hand against the back of my neck. 

Terry takes a step toward me, “You sore?”

“Yeah a tiny bit, it’s been a while since I had to do that. I’ll be fine,” I say, straightening my spine and shifting my hips from side to side. 

“Here let me,” Terry moved behind me, placing his hands at the base of my neck. My spine straightened like a stick was shoved straight up my ass. He starts to knead the stiff muscles in my neck and I feel my shoulders start to slump. He continues to knead and massage the back of my neck. I don’t even notice that I’m leaning back against him.

“Mmm that feels nice,” I say, leaning my hand to the side. He’s so close I can feel his exhale against my neck, I know he can see the goosebumps. 

“Yeah?” he says. I don’t know if I’m imagining it or not but it feels like his lips brush my neck. Before I can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door. I can feel Terry tense up behind me, like somebody poured a bucket of ice water down his back.  

“Go to the back, get your stuff, and leave,” Terry said, taking a step back from me like I burned him. My mind was reeling, I just silently nodded and turned to make my way back to the locker room. Who was at the door that made him shift his whole persona? I’m putting all my shit in my tote back when I hear my phone ring from somewhere inside it. Once I find it I tap the green button putting the phone up to my ear.

“Hey Lex, I’m about to leave now,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder. 

“Perfect, I got a ride from Princess. I put my keys in your coat pocket so you wouldn’t have to Uber by yourself this late,” my oh so considerate sister says. 

“You’re too good to me. Dinner on me tomorrow, “ I say, finding the keys she mentioned. Lexi and I yap for a few minutes before we say our goodbyes. Leaving the locker room I bump right into Terry.

“Oh! Sorry didn’t see you there,” I hate how awkward and strained my voice sounds. Terry’s eyes are unreadable as he looks through me. 

“Time to go, I’ll walk you out,” he said then abruptly turned and started down the hallway. 

“What the fuck?” I mumble to myself. I know we aren’t best friends or anything, but I thought that Terry and I were at least breaking down that wall ‘boss/ employee’ relationship between us. I thought we could at least have some sort of civility toward one another. I follow him out towards the main floor of the club and make my way towards the door. There’s a group of men sitting in the center of the club, they all look hella shady. I pick up my pace a little bit so I can get the hell out of there. 

“Daphne?,” I hear as I walk past the table. I look up toward the voice and my blood runs cold. What the fuck is Rafa’s brother doing here?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  okay, okay. I know this one is short but the next one will be longer I promise. I kind of just wanted to focus on a little bit of character building because this is going to be a series. Let me know what you guys think! 

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I know this blog focuses on TIMs invading women’s sports and locker rooms but Saving Women’s Sports means more than that. Like calling out sexist bs when companies give men real clothes to compete in and women get basically underwear.

The Nike Air Innovation Summit in Paris on Thursday.Credit...Dominique Maitre/WWD, via Getty Images

By Vanessa Friedman April 12, 2024

Ever since the Norwegian women’s beach handball team turned the fact that they were required to wear teeny-tiny bikini bottoms for competition into a cause célèbre, a quiet revolution has been brewing throughout women’s sports. It’s one that questions received conventions about what female athletes do — or don’t — have to wear to perform at their very best.

It has touched women’s soccer (why white shorts?), gymnastics (why not a unitard rather than a leotard?), field hockey (why a low-cut tank top?) and many more, including running.

So it probably should not have come as a shock to Nike that when it offered a sneak peek of the Team U.S.A. track and field unies during a Nike Air event in Paris celebrating its Air technology on Thursday (which also included looks for other Olympic athletes, like Kenya’s track and field team, France’s basketball team and Korea’s break dancing delegation), they were met with some less-than-enthusiastic reactions.

See, the two uniforms Nike chose to single out on the mannequins included a men’s compression tank top and mid-thigh-length compression shorts and a woman’s bodysuit, cut notably high on the hip. It looked sort of like a sporty version of a 1980s workout leotard. As it was displayed, the bodysuit seemed as if it would demand some complicated intimate grooming.

Citius Mag, which focuses on running news, posted a photo of the uniforms on Instagram, and many of its followers were not amused.

“What man designed the woman’s cut?” wrote one.

“I hope U.S.A.T.F. is paying for the bikini waxes,” wrote another. So went most of the more than 1,900 comments.

The running comedian Laura Green posted an Instagram reel in which she pretended to be trying on the look (“We’re feeling pretty, um, breezy,” she said) and checking out the rest of the athlete’s kit bag, which turned out to include hair spray, lip gloss and a “hysterectomy kit,” so the women would not have to worry about periods.

When asked, Nike did not address the brouhaha directly, but according to John Hoke, the chief innovation officer, the woman’s bodysuit and the man’s shorts and top are only two of the options Nike will have for its Olympic runners. There are “nearly 50 unique pieces across men’s and women’s and a dozen competition styles fine-tuned for specific events,” Mr. Hoke said.

Sha’Carri Richardson

Women will be able to opt for compression shorts, a crop top or tank and a bodysuit with shorts rather than bikini bottoms. The full slate of looks was not on hand in Paris but more will be revealed next week at the U.S. Olympic Committee media summit in New York. The Paris reveal was meant to be a teaser.

Anna Cockrell.Credit...Dominique Maitre/WWD, via Getty Images

Mr. Hoke also pointed out that Nike consults with a large number of athletes at every stage of the uniform design. Its track and field roster includes Sha’Carri Richardson, who happened to be wearing the compression shorts during the Paris presentation, and Athing Mu. And there are certainly runners who like the high-cut brief. (The British Olympic sprinter Dina Asher-Smith, another Nike athlete, told The New York Times last summer that while she opts to run in briefs, she also leans toward a leotard style, rather than a two-piece.)

What Nike missed, however, was that in choosing those two looks as the primary preview for Team U.S.A., rather than, say, the matching shorts and tanks that will be also available, it shored up a longstanding inequity in sports — one that puts the body of a female athlete on display in a way it does not for the male athlete.

“Why are we presenting this sexualized outfit as the standard of excellence?” said Lauren Fleshman, a U.S. national champion distance runner and the author of “Good for a Girl.” “In part because we think that’s what nets us the most financial gain from sponsors or NIL opportunities, most of which are handed out by powerful men or people looking at it through a male gaze. But women are breaking records with ratings in sports where you don’t have to wear essentially a bathing suit to perform.”

The problem such imagery creates is twofold. When Nike chose to reveal the high-cut bodysuit as the first Olympics outfit, purposefully or not, the implication for anyone watching is that “this is what excellence looks like,” Ms. Fleshman said.

That perception filters down to young athletes and becomes the model girls think they have to adopt, often at a developmental stage when their relationships with their bodies are particularly fraught.

And more broadly, given the current political debate around adjudicating women’s bodies, it reinforces the idea that they are public property.

Still, Ms. Fleshman said, “I’m glad Nike put this image out as the crown jewel of Olympic Team design,” because it may act as the catalyst for another conversation that has been long overdue.

“If you showed this outfit to someone from the W.N.B.A. or women’s soccer, they would laugh in your face,” she said. “We shouldn’t have to normalize it for track and field anymore. Time’s up on that.”

[neverheroes]

Here’s a bunch of stuff in the MM Tales of the TMNT comic-con sneak-peek I thought about too much!

They’ve cared so much about showing how differently they each react to and process the same situation.

Through the scene Raph is excited to tear things up and true to every iteration ever tries things his way until it doesn’t work, Don’s flight response pings into analyst mode and you just know he’s figuring out how to break stuff, Mike is thriving in team-mode and keeping them all on track, and Leo flails around like a giant ball of chronic anxiety before figuring out a plan. They’re original formula with gently new toppings and I’m ready for this slice.

Raphael

This guy! We get so much. He’s rearing to do some fighting that isn’t sparring and be free to do some actual damage. So we know he’s bored fighting is brothers and wants a challenge. He can’t handle this one and in figuring that out is “open to suggestions” which is quite the overlooked Raph quality, he’ll listen he just has to work through that impulsive reactive streak first. He’s strong and knows it, and that robot gets a harder fight. The Raph highlight for me was taking time while fighting to honour the time-old tradition of making fun of Michelangelo. <Sobs in last ronin.>

Donatello

This kid, man! It’s a long standing opinion of mine that everyone should be more scared of Donatello. His interest in understanding the threat overrides most of his fear. Cerebral af. This is his face most of the time while a robot programmed to obliterate him is directly behind him. On the surface it looks like he’s running away a lot, but he can’t exactly press pause on it to figure out how they work. His gentle heart characterisation is well intact, apologising to the robot when he damages it having already personified the thing. I honestly believe he would take it home like he’d found a new pet if that were an option.

Michelangelo

What a show of Mikey magic. He’s got the comedy relief on a casual setting with subtle jokes and unintentionally antagonistic observation style. Mike has a tiny attention span but is 100% in every moment and they draw a lot of attention to his speed and agility. He shines doing what Mikey is known so well for; keeping the family together. It was awesome to see him effectively orienting his brothers into the situation, and see them listen to him so readily. He still calls to Leo for guidance when he feels out of control, but we might be in for a more surprising personal arc than ~nobody takes me seriously~ this time around.

Leonardo

This is a blessing for Leo fans because MM Tales Leo sucks /srs. Not in the way Raph fans say it on Instagram posts, in the way that his flaws are so disparate from other versions that a mastery arc is screaming his nervous muppet name. The giftedness is still sewn in; even flailing around he has more advanced weapon control, is observant enough to be the right level of stressed when a threat shows up, and jumps into strategy finding a vantage point to make a plan like a good little Leo, but instead of our usual Leo trauma ball we (at least for now) get to watch a Leo with the confidence of a processed cheese slice be terrible at things because he’s just some kid…

Pfffffffahahhhahhahba

The Mutant Mayhem kids are the most realistically green (and by that I mean inexperienced) we've ever seen them and it's continued into Tales. With detaching from source origin and establishing a much more grounded reflection of teen life in the current world, the growth arcs over Tales and the next MM movie have such immense unburdened potential that it really could lead anywhere and I don’t know what to expect.

(Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will air in August 9th 2024 on Paramount+)

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You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You're invited to a party hosted by one of your classmates from Hawkins Community College. You're not usually one for parties, but Steve insists you go and socialize. He goes with you, quickly chatting up the ladies. While at the party, you happen upon Eddie Munson offering you drugs. You hated each other in high school, but the festive spirit may just bring you a change of heart...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, female reader, enemies to lovers, mentions/use of drugs and alcohol, angst, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise/degradation, semi-public sex

Word Count: 14.1k

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You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried

Pt. 1/2

You're walking between classes at Hawkins Community College when a random guy shoves a neon green flier into your hands. "Party at Lover's Lake! Don't miss it, baby!" He says while peeking over his sunglasses.

"I'll think about it." You say awkwardly, putting the paper over the books in your arms. He winks at you, smacking his mouth as he chews his gum. Then he goes on his merry way, giving more flyers to every hot girl he sees. Who the fuck was that guy? You have no idea. You glance at the flier, and it reads: “You're invited to Reefer Rick's early release party! He's going from in the slammer to getting hammered! 2121 Holland Rd at 7pm Be there or be square! And don't be a narc!" It's written in bubble letters, and has a giant pot leaf in the background. You scoff, thinking about tossing it in the trash can next to you. But Steve comes up from behind you before you can.

"Whatcha got there? Oh, you got a flier too?" He asks abruptly, causing you to jump as you’re startled by his presence.

"Shit, Steve. Don't sneak up on me like that!" You thump his shoulder, making your way to your next class.

"Ow! Rude. So, are you going to this?" He asks, gesturing at the paper in his own hands as he walks with you.

"I don't know, I'm not really a party person." You shrug, already sensing Steve gearing up to convince you into going. He's always been a social butterfly, lucky him.

"Aw, come on, Y/N. You really wanna be a lonely loser for the rest of your life?"

"Hey!" You glare at him. "Who's the rude one now?" You grumble, gripping your books closer to your chest. 

"What? It's true.” He continues. “You don't really hang out with anyone besides me and Robin. And your love life is borderline nonexistent." He sighs when he sees you giving him a death stare. "Look, you're a really nice girl, Y/N. I just think you could stand to let loose every once in a while. Not to mention you definitely need to get laid. God, you're wound up so tight that you're just waiting to snap." He rambles on, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.

He goes on like this until you've almost arrived at the next class of the day, and his words manage to worm their way into your head to make you give in to him. "Ugh, fuck, fine! I'll go to this damn thing. But YOU are coming with me and YOU are driving!" You yell, drawing the attention of other students around you. You groan, tugging the door to the lecture hall open, leaving Steve behind you.

"See? Tightly. Wound." He calls after you before rushing to his own class. You roll your eyes, making your way to a seat near the back of the room. Your professor drones on about physics, and you're barely paying attention. You're on autopilot, jotting down the things he writes on the chalkboard without actually reading them. Your mind is somewhere else, contemplating what Steve said to you earlier. He’s right, you definitely deserve to go nuts and just be a young adult. And you'd be lying if you disagree with his statement about you needing a good lay. You mentally roll your eyes again, annoyed that Steve has you pegged. This party better be worth it.

When the day is finally over, you meet up with Steve in the parking lot. "Hey, dickhead." You call to him as you approach his car.

He scoffs at your insult, shaking his head. "You better watch your tone, Y/N. I could just leave you here and let you find your own way home and to the party."

"Yeah, right. A gentleman like you could never just leave a helpless girl like me to her own devices." You smirk, going over to the passenger side and sliding into your seat. He sighs, getting into the driver's side. "And you're lucky I agreed to go to this stupid party anyways. Let's go home and change, hm? I better look real slutty if I'm going to get laid, like you say I so desperately need." You look over at him, smiling sarcastically.

"You're just upset that I'm right." He grumbles before shifting the car into gear, driving you both to your shared apartment. It was Steve's idea to be roommates, and you jumped at his offer to split the rent. Plus, if anyone breaks in, you have a semi-strong man to protect you. He keeps a baseball bat with nails embedded in it by his bed in case it ever happens. You’ve asked him about it a few times, wondering why he needs such an excessive weapon. But he always brushes you off, like he’s hiding something. You’ve dismissed it as him having an irrational fear or something, and decided to drop it.

The ride to your apartment is silent except for the radio, you stare outside the window and fantasize about how tonight might go. You want to have fun, but you can't help feeling anxious about potentially hooking up with a random person. You aren't a virgin by any means, but guys aren't exactly lining up around the block to give you their time, either. The whole concept of parties and the activities held at them seem foreign to you. Drinking, smoking, awful dancing, fucking. What was the point of it all? You figure there must be a reason so many people participate, so why not go crazy? You just hope you can find someone cute enough to sleep with, and to not puke your guts out from drinking too much.

Steve notices your leg nervously bobbing up and down, raising an eyebrow at you. "Are you okay, Y/N?" He asks.

"Hm?" You look over at him, confused.

"Are you nervous or something? You're shaking your leg like Thumper." He motions at your leg with his head, and you look down.

"Oh, um....I guess I'm just anxious about the party." You say, glancing at your hands.

"Oh. Well, don't. It'll be fine. I'll be there, and we'll have a good time. I promise." He reassures you, smiling kindly.

"Okay." You say unconvincingly. Steve parks the car and you both head upstairs to your apartment. You run to your room to get ready, contemplating just how easy you want to look tonight. You dig through your closet, rapidly dragging the hangers forward to weigh your options. You debate wearing a skirt, or even just jeans, but nothing feels right. Not until you happen upon a cocktail dress you were given by Robin for your birthday. She aptly called it your 'fuck me' dress. It's black, form-fitting, sleeveless, with a collared neck. It sparkles in the light from the sequins that cover its surface. It goes just a couple inches below your ass, and it leaves most of your back exposed. This is the look.

You slip into it, fitting like a glove. You think about wearing stockings underneath, but decide against it. They'll just be more difficult to get off later. You look in the mirror, working out how to do your hair and makeup. You decide to tease your hair, inhaling a noxious cloud of hairspray as you go. You smoke out your eyes, and add a light amount of foundation. You finish it off with a bright red lip, making sure to dab off the excess so it won't end up on your teeth. You add simple gold jewelry to accessorize, nothing too flashy that would distract from the dress. Finally, you step into some shiny black heels. You inspect yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your work.

"Are you ready yet, Y/N?" Steve asks impatiently, knocking on your door.

"Yep! Come in and have a look!" You say excitedly. Steve opens the door, and his jaw drops when he sees you. You beam at him, spinning in a small circle. "What do you think, Stevie?"

"I think you're gonna be at the top of every guy's list tonight." He stares at you dumbly, almost drooling. "Including mine."

"In your dreams, Harrington! You're more like a brother to me than anything. Is that what you're wearing?" You point at his simple pairing of jeans and a button-up shirt. "It's almost the same as what you wore to school today. Oh, God. Am I overdressed?" You ask, freaking out that you've gone overboard and look like an idiot.

"No! No, no. I mean, yes, I'm wearing this. But you aren't overdressed, I promise! The girls always dress better than the guys, you look perfect." He can't stop gawking at you, and your cheeks burn bright pink.

"If you say so." You grin at him, eager to get over to the house of whoever the fuck 'Reefer Rick' is.

When Steve pulls up to the house by Lover's Lake, you see the party is in full swing. People making out on the hoods of cars, some puking into the nearby bushes, others smoking weed and cigarettes. There's also a keg out front with people taking turns chugging from it. The whole atmosphere feels so overwhelming, you can’t help  wondering if this is a mistake. "If you even think of backing out now, when you look like that, I will never forgive you." Steve is onto you, almost like a damn mind reader.

"Alright! It was just a passing thought, nothing more. Let's get this over with." You sigh, stepping out into the cool night air. Steve takes your hand to assist you, the gravel underfoot makes your heels unsteady. Once inside, he lets you go to find some booze for you both to drink. You take an empty spot on a nearby couch to plop down on, crossing one leg over the other. There's so many people here, it must be everyone from school flooding this place. The atmosphere is warm and electric, and reeks of beer.

You spectate the people around you, watching them grind against each other to the music blasting through the house. Lots of conversations around the space echo against the walls, creating a cacophony of voices. There's a girl in the corner crying. Other girls surround her, you assume her boyfriend did something wrong. There's a line of people waiting for the bathroom, and pairs going upstairs to have sex. As you look around the house to observe the scene, you feel a pair of eyes burning into you. Someone next to you on the couch finds you very interesting.

"My, my. If it isn't Y/N Y/L/N." You hear a voice belonging to those eyes say to you. You turn to look at who's speaking to you, locking eyes with the one and only Eddie Munson.

You flash him a fake smile, unamused by his greeting. "Hello there, freak. What do you want?" You and Eddie had never gotten along in school, you hated how smug he was about everything. He was such a wastoid back then, and it seems like nothing has changed.

"Hey, now. Put the claws away, pussycat. You still hate me, huh?" He smirks at you, scooting a bit closer. You cross your arms, facing forward.

"Yes. So what are you doing here? You don't even go to the college. You dropped out like the loser you are." You say spitefully, spitting venom with your words.

"Ouch, someone's in a mood this evening." He leans in closer to speak in your ear. "I think I have something that could help with that." You freeze up at his words, shocked at how forward he is.

You face him again, and you notice he's very close to you. Like, kissing distance close. He glances at your lips, and you can't help swallowing hard at the proximity. "Yeah, like I'd ever fuck an asshole like you. Maybe when Hell freezes over." You stand up off the couch to go find Steve, he’s taking too long with the drinks. You push your way through the crowd, looking for his signature mop of hair. You don't even realize Eddie is following close behind you until you find Steve in the kitchen. He's chatting up some girl with blonde hair and a skimpy dress, she's definitely his type.

You step up to the counter where all the alcohol is being kept, finding an empty cup to pour some vodka into. Eddie sidles up next to you, still smirking. "Ya know, Y/N, I wasn't even talking about sex. I just figure a tight-ass like you could do with some pot, or coke, if that's your thing. But I like your suggestion a whole lot more." He grabs his own cup, pouring himself some tequila. You down your drink in one gulp, hissing at the burn running down your throat. "Well, seems like maybe you don't need my services after all. Have a good night, Y/N. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He says slyly, leaving you alone as he sips from his cup.

"What are you, my mother?" You mutter to yourself once Eddie's out of earshot. You pour yourself another drink, and walk over to Steve.

"Oh, hey! There you are!" Steve says nonchalantly.

"Here I am! I thought you were bringing me a drink, Steve!" You scowl at him, not paying attention to the girl he's talking to.

"Is this your girlfriend?" She asks him, seemingly threatened by you.

"Nah, she's just my roommate. She's like a sister to me, really." He acts cool, and it makes the girl swoon.

"Well, got my own drink now." You hold up your cup.

"Hey, uh, I noticed Munson was talking to you. What's that about?" Steve asks, concerned.

"He's just being the same jerk he's always been. He was trying to give me drugs. I told him I wasn't interested, so he fucked off." You sip your vodka, trying to drown the annoyance and frustration that Eddie’s stirred up in you.

"Okay, if you say so. He wouldn't be a bad choice for a one-time thing though. He's the freak, after all. He may have flunked out of school, but he's probably an ace in the sack." He chuckles at the thought. You cross your arms, for him to even suggest that you sleep with Eddie makes you want to vomit.

"Well, if you think he's so great, why don't YOU sleep with him!?" You shout, drawing the attention of a few partygoers surrounding you. You pour more alcohol for yourself, storming off to sulk in a corner. You lean against the wall, watching everyone have a good time except for you. Some random guy walks up to you, asking you to dance with him. He's pretty handsome, and he seems polite enough. You catch Eddie's eyes on you again, and you smirk in his direction as you accept the man's offer to dance.

The two of you head to the makeshift dance floor, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands go to your waist, and you move sensually to the music. You turn your back to him when the pace picks up, rubbing your ass into his crotch as he holds you close. You drink more from your cup, beginning to feel a decent buzz. You see Eddie again, staring at you while talking to some other girl. He smirks when you notice him, obviously flirting with the girl to make you jealous. But jealous of what, exactly?

You down the rest of your drink, tossing the cup to the floor. You maintain eye contact with the metalhead, beginning to run your hands over your body suggestively. We'll see who the jealous one really is, you think to yourself. Eddie takes that as his cue to move in closer to the random girl, stroking her arm as he tells a joke. They laugh together, and it makes your smile fall away. You can't believe it, you're actually upset by this? But why? You hated each other in school, and you still do now. Great, he's tormenting you, just like the old days.

Eddie's eyes flick to yours again, noticing your reaction. You scowl at him, turning back around to grab onto the guy you're dancing with. You decide to run your hands down his chest, to his belt, to his crotch. You're just ghosting over him, nothing substantial. The man looks at you, liking the signals you're giving him. You couldn't care less about him, you don't even remember his name. Jack…Jim, maybe? It’s something stupid, and you don't care to know it. But you flash him a smile as you rotate together.

Now you see Eddie kissing the other girl, his hands running up and down her sides as their lips move against each other. You scoff. He's un-fucking-believable. Two can play at this game. You quickly pull Jack/Jim's head to you, smashing your lips onto his. His hands instantly go to your ass, squeezing it firmly. You don't feel a thing for him at all, you're just so worked up by this unspoken game that Eddie's playing with you. You break away from the kiss, looking to see what the fucker is up to now.

The other girl is gone now, storming off with an angry look on her face. Eddie's staring at you, making his way to the stairs. He beckons you over with a finger, confident that you'll follow him. Your mouth sits agape, surprised at him thinking he's going to win you over by kissing someone else. He walks up the stairs, going into one of the rooms alone. He's waiting for you. You scoff, thinking about how much of an ass he is. You'll go up there alright, to give him a piece of your mind.

"What's wrong?" Jack/Jim asks, confused at the look on your face.

"I, uh, gotta go. Sorry, I'm not feeling so good." You try your best to brush him off, wanting to go tear Eddie a new asshole.

"Oh, okay. I can help you if you want." You feel a little bad, this guy seems nice enough. And you just used him to make another man jealous. How childish.

"No, please. It's not gonna be pretty, I promise. Maybe I'll see you later though, Jack." You guess at his name.

"It's Jerry." He says, shocked at your sudden motivation to leave.

"Right. Sorry." You give him an apologetic look, before pushing your way through the crowd of dancing bodies. You stomp your way upstairs, opening each door in the hall angrily. Most of the rooms are empty, except for one with a couple loudly fucking in it. You quickly shut the door, apologizing briefly to the people inside. There's one room left at the very end of the hall, Eddie has to be in that one. You walk to the door, cautiously turning the handle and swinging it open.

You shriek as Eddie pulls you inside and quickly shuts the door. The room is dimly lit by arty neon lights on the walls, casting a purple glow on everything inside. He pushes you against the door, before clicking the lock. He's got a hand planted on either side of your head against it, and he's staring deeply into your eyes. His breath fans against your face, smelling of tequila. You crinkle your nose at it. "I see you've accepted my invitation." He grins at you, satisfied that you've played right into his hands.

"If it was an invitation to kick your ass, then sure. What the fuck is wrong with you? Using that girl to try to make me jealous? You really are a dick, you know that?" You yell in his face, but his look doesn't waver.

"Well, last time I checked, you started it. You didn't care about that guy at all, you just wanted to get under my skin." He says calmly. You know he's right, but you don't want to admit it. "Come on, princess. Tell me, why do you hate me so much?" He asks, his eyes growing softer. It’s an odd look on him, and annoyingly…cute.

"I-I don't know. I guess I was...jealous." You force the words from your lips, for the longest time you’ve never wanted to be honest with yourself about how Eddie made you feel. His eyes widen at your comment.

"Jealous? Whatever for?" He asks, genuinely curious to know what you mean.

"Well, you know. You're a freak, but you don't care. You went around doing what you wanted, being yourself. I never was brave enough to do that." You feel silly holding a grudge over something like this, he must think you're the freak now.

"True, but it didn't exactly make me a popular person, Y/N. Quite the opposite actually." He backs away from you a bit, letting you breathe. "I'm sorry you felt that way. Really. I wish you would've told me before, though." He says thoughtfully.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Because I may have had a major crush on you. But you always acted like you were too good for me. You probably are too good for me if I'm being honest. You know, if anyone should be holding a grudge, it should be me." He laughs, finding the whole situation so ridiculous. Your eyes widen at his confession, you'd never realized he had feelings for you. He sits on the edge of the bed in the room, placing his hands in his lap. "What?" He asks, weirded out by the look on your face.

You walk over to him without saying another word. You stand in front of him, putting your hands on his shoulders. He just stares at you as you move, unsure of what you're up to. You put a knee onto the bed, then the other in order to straddle him. His hands instinctively go to your waist, resting there respectfully. You gaze into his eyes, batting your lashes at him. The energy in the room instantly changes. It's no longer angry and tense, but burning with electrified lust. You bring your lips real close to his, parting your mouth slightly. "Do you still have that crush, Eddie?" You whisper at him seductively.

"It never stopped, Y/N." He replies, shocked at your attraction to him. Never in a million years did he think you'd be with him like this. He'd thought about it many times, even dreamt about it. But here you are, in the flesh, on his lap. You close the gap between you, putting your lips against his. He moans into the kiss, and you bite his bottom lip. He lets your tongue in, using his own to fight for dominance. You put up a good fight, but Eddie wins out. You break away for a moment, your breath shuddering slightly. Eddie's a really good kisser, it's intoxicating. "So I guess Hell is freezing over, huh?" He says cheekily.

"Oh, shut up, smartass." You quip before kissing him again, rougher this time. Your hands wander into his hair, and you can't resist pulling on it. He moans at the action, prompting you to do it again.

"Jesus, Y/N. Take it easy on the mane, will ya?" He says, breathing heavily.

"Sorry, it sounded like you enjoy it." You blush, feeling bad for hurting him.

"Oh, I do. Just be careful, hm? I'd like to not go bald before I'm thirty." He says lowly, before reaching behind you to unzip the collar of your dress. He exposes your neck, planting wet kisses to it. His teeth worry the flesh, leaving dark purple marks behind.

"Shit, Eddie. That feels really good." You sigh, leaning your head to the side to give him better access. He keeps peppering you with kisses and love bites, drawing many moans from your lips in the process. You start to grind yourself into Eddie, feeling his cock quickly growing beneath you. He groans at your movements, biting down on your throat harshly. "Fuck!" You cry out, pushing yourself down even harder onto him. You're getting wet very quickly, every move of Eddie's turns you on more and more.

"Mmm, you make such sexy noises, princess." Eddie murmurs against your skin. He looks at you, his pupils blown out with desire. "You look fuckin’ gorgeous by the way. Forgive me for not mentioning it before."

"It's alright, I didn't really give you the chance. But thank you, I put a decent amount of work into it." You say as you maintain eye contact with him.

"Well, it would be such a shame to ruin it. Unless you want me to." He suggests playfully, his hands grabbing your ass.

You moan again, continuing the movement of your hips on him. "I would like nothing more than to have you absolutely wreck me." You lean in to take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling it slightly before letting go. His breath hitches, and his hands grip you tighter.

"Don't mind if I do." He chuckles, before unzipping the side of your dress. The fabric falls down to your hips, leaving your tits exposed to Eddie's gaze. "Beautiful." He breathes out, reaching up to touch your breasts. He massages them in his hands, and your head falls back in pleasure. He brings his lips to your chest, kissing every inch of flesh he can reach.

"Oh, Eddie." You moan out, running your fingers through his hair as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp, pulling on his frizzy locks again. He groans at your touch, biting the sensitive bud. "Fuck!" You yelp, and Eddie stops attacking your flesh to look at you.

"Sorry, you alright?" He asks, worried that he went too far.

"I'm okay, just wasn't expecting it." You stand up, letting your dress fall to the floor. You step out of it, standing only in your lace panties and high heels. You're about to step out of your shoes, when Eddie stops you.

"No, keep those on. They're really hot." He says sheepishly, stroking your thigh with the back of his hand. "Lay down for me, baby." You do as he says, and he gets off the end of the bed. He's still fully clothed, slowly stripping off his layers. You lay back on the pillows, watching Eddie reveal himself to you. He takes off his shoes first, then his jackets. He pulls his t-shirt over his head, exposing his tattoos. You drink in his form, taking in his slim yet toned arms and chest. There's a trail of hair below his belly button that disappears into his jeans, you bite your lip as you devour him with your eyes. He undoes his belt, and unzips his pants. He pulls them down, leaving only his boxers behind. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to you.

"Hey there, handsome." You say to him as he leans over you, taking his lips onto yours. You run your hands along his arms, down his chest. You drag your nails on his skin, and he moans at the contact. One of Eddie's hands grabs your tit, squeezing it firmly. The other rubs your pussy through your panties. You whine into his mouth, savoring every sensation he gives you. He continues to stroke your folds, feeling how wet you are through the thin fabric.

Eddie pulls your panties down, tossing them to the floor. You spread your legs for him, and his fingers are back on your cunt to fully feel you. He rubs circles around your clit, before putting a finger inside you. You moan loudly down his throat, your back arching off the bed. He pumps in and out of you teasingly, curling his finger just so to make you melt. He adds another, picking up the pace. You break away from his lips, letting out a stream of curses and moans as he works you up. "You like that, Y/N? Shit, you're so wet for me." He says quietly, looking deep into your eyes.

"It feels so good, Eddie. But I think I want something else." You reply, palming his dick through his boxers. His breath hitches as you stroke him, you can feel him growing in your hand. He pulls his last layer off, letting his cock spring free. You quickly grab it again, working him in your palm. You both wind each other up, setting the room on fire. You're breathing heavily, anticipation building within you rapidly. You want him inside you so badly, you almost want to scream. You look at him, stroking his cheek with your free hand. He meets your eyes, mirroring your desperate expression with his own. "Fuck me, Eddie. Please." Your grip tightens on his length, making him groan.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He says with a smirk, taking his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss, watching him suck your arousal off his digits. He moans at the taste, making you shudder. "You taste so good, Y/N." He says, moving your hand off of his cock. He rubs it against your folds, pushing you even further. You both moan at his actions, your blood begins to boil inside your veins. You're so turned on, you can barely stand it.

"Eddie, please stop teasing. I can't take it, I need you inside me." You practically beg, hating how needy you sound.

"I love it when you beg, baby." He purrs, slowly pushing his dick into your pussy. He mutters swears under his breath  at how tight you are, and you moan as he fills you up. He gives you a moment to adjust, and you wrap your legs around him to signal that you're ready. He pulls out slowly, before slamming back into you.

"Eddie!" You cry out. He hit your g spot perfectly, and you want him to do it again. He repeats the action, knocking the wind out of you. Eddie thrusts into you a third time, making you dig your heels into his back. He groans, stopping for a moment. He grabs your legs, bending them over your stomach, your knees going around his shoulders. He rams into you again, making you scream at the new angle.

"Is this comfortable for you, baby? I don't want to hurt you." Eddie says, concerned about your enjoyment over anything else.

"Yes, it's really good. Please, keep going." You pant out, enjoying the compromising position he's put you in. He gently kisses you again, before taking on a harsh pace as he moves inside you. "Jesus, fuck." You mutter out, feeling a knot of pleasure tying itself inside you. Eddie relentlessly hits your sweet spot with every thrust, pushing you closer to your orgasm.

He keeps eye contact with you while saying the filthiest things you've ever heard. "You're so fucking wet and tight for me. You're taking me so well, such a good little slut." Your bodies slick over with sweat, smelling of booze and lust. His words fuel the fire, driving you closer to the edge. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, to have you moaning underneath me while I fuck you into next week."

"Do you dream about me? Or think about me while touching yourself?" You ask as you moan, you've never been with a man who's so vocal before. But you fucking love it.

"All the time, Y/N. I like to picture you on your knees, or riding me. Fuck, nothing compares to the real thing, though." He groans, feeling his own high quickly approaching. "I'm guessing you haven't done the same, but that's alright." Eddie can't help sounding a little disappointed about that idea.

"I wouldn't say that, Eds. You may have made an appearance in the occasional dream." You slyly smile at him as he continues to pound into you. His eyes widen, in disbelief.

"Oh, really?" He asks, unconvinced.

"Yes, really. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't also occasionally fantasize about you, either. Although I was kinda awful to your face, nobody can resist a bad boy, Eddie." You pant out, feeling the knot growing tighter. Your hands ball up the blankets beneath you, trying to hold on to something.

"God, you're unbelievable. You're lucky you're pretty, and that I'm already balls deep inside you." He chuckles, wanting to go even faster. He's tempted to make you pay for making him feel like you hated him when you didn't.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. Really, but it's not like you didn't do or say anything back to me. But if it'll make you feel better, you can fuck me even harder. Punish me for being such a bitch to you, if you want." You can't believe the things either of you are saying, this all feels like a surreal dream. But clearly you both feel strongly for each other, despite how stubborn you seem to be.

He grins at you, eager to take you up on your offer. He pulls out of you a moment. "Get on your hands and knees, Y/N." You flip over, putting your ass in the air for him as you lean on your elbows. He smacks your butt roughly, and you moan at the sting. "Fuck, you're such a dirty whore." Eddie grabs your hips, shoving his cock back into you.

"Oh, fuck." You choke out the words, holding onto the pillow for dear life as Eddie drills into you even harder than before. The slapping of skin fills the room, harmonizing with both your moans and dirty words. He's going at an almost inhuman pace, chasing your highs like his life depends on it. His balls slap against you, you swear you can feel them tightening. "Keep going, Eddie. I'm so close, make me cum." You beg him again, not caring about your desperate tone anymore.

"You're such a needy little slut, begging like that. Maybe I should stop, just to spite you." He slows down a little, threatening to deny you when you're so close to the edge.

"Eddie, please! Don't stop, I'm so close. Fuck me harder, until I can't walk if you want. I don't care, just for the love of God, don't stop." You're almost crying, he's gotten you so hot and bothered that if he stops now you might just implode.

"Shit, you're seriously so fucking hot right now. I'll give you what you want, baby. Be a good girl for me." He speeds up again, catching you by surprise. You can barely speak, thoughts can't form in your mind anymore. The only thing that matters right now is having Eddie make you cum, and for you to do the same for him. The knot inside you is threatening to snap, and your moans only get louder. Eddie reaches a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles. "Cum for me, darling." He says, his words causing you to topple over the edge.

"Oh, God!" You yell as your orgasm rips through you. Your legs shake uncontrollably, and your walls clamp down on Eddie's cock. He groans as he's pushed over the edge too, his load filling you up in thick white ropes. He keeps thrusting through your highs, prolonging the stars in your vision. After a few more thrusts, he stops moving, panting loudly. You both collapse onto the bed, his body laying on top of yours with his dick still inside you. You lay here a moment, trying to catch your breath.

"Well, that was fun." Eddie blurts out. You both laugh, your bodies shuddering from your sweat turning cold. He gets off of you, pulling out slowly. You wince at the motion, feeling sore. "You okay? I didn't go too hard, did I?" He strokes your back, worried that he's hurt you.

You roll over slowly, looking in his eyes. "I'm okay, Eddie. I asked you to go harder, didn't I? Sure, I'll be a bit bruised and stumbling out of here, but it's what I wanted." You smile reassuringly at him, poking his chest playfully.

"If you say so, Y/N. Shit, and they say I'm a freak." You share a laugh again. "Let me help you get dressed." You sit up at the end of the bed, watching him pick up your panties and your dress. You slip the lace underwear back on, hissing at the soreness between your legs. "I really did a number on you, huh?" He says in a guilt-laced tone. Whether you asked for it or not, he feels bad for being so rough with you. "I'm sorry, princess." Your eyes snap to his, your brows knitted together.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, I promise. I appreciate the concern, though." You sigh, unable to keep looking at him when he's got that expression on his face. He helps you stand up, but you stumble in your heels.

"Here, take those off. You don't wanna break an ankle." He slips the shoes off your feet, setting them on the bed. He helps you up again, assisting you at stepping back into your dress. He pulls it up your body, zipping it tight. "There we are, all pretty again." He smiles at you, holding your hand. Eddie sits you down again, redressing himself.

You pick at your fingers, worried about what this means for you both. Shit, it might not even mean anything. This is probably a one-time thing for you, just two ships passing in the night. You doubt he wants to see you again. You're just his revenge fuck, nothing more. "So, I'm guessing you don't want to see me again. Or want me to tell anyone about this."

He finishes getting dressed, looking at you curiously. "When did I say that?"

"I mean, you didn't. I just assumed." You shrug your shoulders, sighing.

"Hm, I thought we'd learned our lesson about assumptions after...you know." He says, gesturing at the bed.

"Old habits die hard, I guess." You chuckle wryly, still looking down. You feel Eddie sit beside you, his arm going around your shoulders. His other hand lifts your chin up to face him.

"Y/N, if I haven't made it clear already, I really like you. And it seems you also like me. So, quit being a little shit and give me your phone number, ‘kay?" He smirks at you, pulling a pen out of his jacket pocket. He hands it to you, and holds out his palm for you to write on.

"You sure know how to sweet-talk a woman." You giggle, rolling your eyes. You take the pen from him, holding his hand tightly as you write on it. "Oh, by the way, Steve Harrington is my roommate. So if he picks up, don't go thinking I'm sleeping around!"

"Steve, huh? I can't say I'm not a little threatened by that."

"No, no. He's just a friend, like a brother, really. He actually ditched me to talk to some slut, he was supposed to bring me a drink from the kitchen. But I ended up with you instead." You tease.

"Damn, well I'd never ditch you, Y/N. But it's good to know I won't have any competition with him." He leans in to kiss you, cupping your cheek as his plush lips touch yours. You kiss him back, your mouths moving against each other gently. The air between you is different now. It's no longer saturated with lust, but with the promise of a budding romance. Who would've thought that two people who seemed to hate each other could evolve into passionate lovers?

Pt. 2/2

After the party, Eddie calls you as he's itching to see you again. He takes you to a nice restaurant, and you have some extra risky fun for dessert…

You and Eddie break away from your kiss to breathe, smiling kindly at each other. You don't want to leave, but it sounds like the party has died down outside, and Steve is probably searching for you. "Sounds like we missed the rest of the party." You say quietly, holding Eddie's hand.

"We had plenty of fun on our own, Y/N. Parties aren't all they're cracked up to be, well, except this time." He's apprehensive to stand, knowing you'll have to go home soon. But it's getting late, and he figures Steve is waiting for you, worried you'd gotten snatched by a creep. "C'mon, angel. It's time to go, I'll escort you to find Harrington." You both stand together, still holding hands. You carry your heels in your free hand, and Eddie leads you to the door.

"Hopefully Steve didn't leave me here." You say, wondering what he's been up to this whole time. Maybe he hooked up with that girl from the kitchen.

"Well, if he did I can always drive you home, Y/N." Eddie replies as his hand turns the knob. He pulls the door open, and the two of you are greeted with loud cheers and whooping. As many people as could fit in the hallway outside the room are packed like sardines to catch you in the act. Your eyes widen, and your cheeks turn a bright crimson. You look to Eddie, mentally asking him what's going on and what to do. But he has no answer for you, just a nervous smile.

"Way to go, Munson!" A random guy cheers in the crowd.

"Can I have a turn with her now?" Another asks, drawing roaring laughter from the onlookers. So many pairs of eyes are staring at you, you want to run and hide. This is so embarrassing, but your feet are glued to the carpet beneath you.

"Y/N, come on." A mysterious hand grabs your arm, pulling you and Eddie through the mass of bodies. You realize it's Steve coming to your rescue, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You hold tight to Eddie to make sure he isn't left behind, trying your best to ignore the onslaught of nasty comments everyone's making to you and about you. "Get out of the way!" Steve calls out as he pushes a clear path for you.

"You're such a buzzkill, Harrington!" Another drunk asshole shouts. You reach the stairs, luckily they're mostly clear so you can travel down them quickly and safely. Steve keeps pulling you all the way to the front door, out into the cool air of the night. He finally lets you free from his grasp, turning to you.

"I see you took my advice, Y/N. I knew you had it in you!" He gushes, proud of you embracing your inner slut.

"Yeah, yeah. I will admit though, I don't think I want it to be a one-time thing, Steve." You try to whisper to him, but it's a bit difficult for Eddie to not hear you when you're still holding his hand in an iron grip.

"I can hear you, ya know. Plus, I have no intention of letting you go, especially now that I have your phone number." He flashes his palm with the digits scrawled on his flesh. He grins slyly, teasing you again.

"Keep it up, freak. I'll lick it off and then you'll be shit outta luck." You retort, sticking out your tongue to emphasize your point. He just scoffs at you.

"Too late, I've already memorized it. But you'd better put that back in your mouth, unless you intend to use it." He leans into you real close, just about to try to snap his teeth at you.

"Alright, that's enough. Cool it before you make me barf." Steve scrunches his face at the two of you, unamused by your antics.

"Aw, is Stevie jealous?" Eddie taunts, not quite done being a smartass.

"Not at all, dickwad. It's just late, and I'd like to get some sleep at some point. Y/N, are you coming with me or staying with him?" Steve asks, he always gets grouchy when he's tired.

"Relax, Steve. I'll go home with you, just wait in the car for me. I'll be there in a minute." You look at him purposefully, trying to hint at him that you want to say goodbye, privately. He thankfully picks up on it, nodding and going to his car to wait for you. Once he's out of earshot, you turn to Eddie. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, getting real close. "Hey." You say quietly.

"Hey." He replies, his hands going to your waist. "I guess this is Goodnight then, hm?" He asks, smiling although disappointed that the night has come to an end.

"Yeah, it is. But you've got my number, you can call me anytime, baby. And I hope you do, cuz I really wanna see you again." You raise your knee to graze his crotch to emphasize your words. He groans at your touch, gripping you harder.

"Damn, if this is the way you say goodbye, I can't wait to see how you say hello." He closes the gap between you, kissing you deeply. You're feeling warm again, despite the fall air nipping at your flesh. Your mouths move against each other languidly, tongues doing the tango. You wish you could stay like this forever, his lips are so soft and plush, and they make you feel safe and warm. But Steve has other ideas, honking loudly at you. You break away, startled by the horn.

"Well, that's my cue to leave. But please, call me. Then I can show you exactly how I say hello." You peck his lips again, backing away. "Goodnight, Eddie. I'll see you again soon, I'm sure."

"You definitely will. Get some sleep, Y/N. And do me a favor and dream about me?" He smirks again, his hands going behind his back.

"It's a date." You reply, giggling as you walk to the car. You turn away from Eddie, pulling open Steve's passenger door. "That was a little rude, Steve." You say to him, not really that bothered by it.

"Sorry, my uh...hand slipped." He says groggily. You roll your eyes, not buying his shit excuse for one second. "So, you gonna date the freak?" He asks, a wee bit too concerned about your personal life.

"Yes, well... I'm not sure if he wants to date. He might just want sex, which I don't mind, he's very good at it." You shrug, glancing out the window.

"Ugh, gross. I don't need to hear that. But he'd be an idiot to just have you as a fuck-buddy." He glances at you, concerned that you're unsure where you stand with Eddie. Steve is far from Munson's biggest fan, but he wants you to be happy.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate the concern. Did you end up fucking that girl you were with earlier?" You ask, the conversation had been so focused on you, you felt bad for not asking how his night went.

"Oh, nah. We just weren't clicking." He says, blowing off your question.

"Last time I checked, Steve, that's not the point of hooking up at a party. You don't have to 'click', as long as your junk can mush together correctly." His demeanor is confusing you, he never turns down a lay. "Are you alright, dude?" You ask as he puts the car into drive.

"I'm fine!" He snaps, startling you. He sighs, feeling guilty for his outburst. "Sorry, I'm fine. I'm just...jealous, I guess." Your eyes widen, surprised by his confession. You're about to ask him to elaborate, when he keeps talking. "I'm just...struggling to find a connection with somebody. I thought I had one with Nancy, but she's with Jonathan now. And Robin is gay, as you know. I'm sick of hook-ups, and I'm worried that I'll never find my perfect person." Your heart breaks for him, wishing you could do more to help him.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm not meaning to throw my thing with Eddie -whatever that is- in your face. I know you'll find somebody worthy of you soon enough. You're a great guy, Steve. You're kind, and funny, and you care a lot about those around you. She's out there somewhere, you just haven't found her yet." He nods in agreement, smiling weakly at you. "Cheer up, buttercup. You always have your friends to support you. Now, let's go home, I can hear my pillow calling to me." You laugh, and he joins you. The mood lightens inside the vehicle, and you spend the rest of the drive joking around like you always do.

When you get back to the apartment, you don't even bother to take off your dress, or makeup. The second your head hits the pillow, you're out like a light. You wake up the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing, groaning as your head pounds from last night's activities. You didn't drink that much, but alcohol always manages to give you a headache the next day. You push yourself off the bed, wincing at the dull pain between your legs. Steve’s left for his shift at Family Video already, leaving you alone on this fine Saturday. You try to make it to the phone in the living room, but you miss it just as the final ring blares into your ears.

You slump onto the couch, still wearing your outfit from last night, makeup smudged all over your face. You're about to fall back to sleep, when the phone rings once again to startle you. You grab it from its cradle, straining to speak. "H-hello?" You manage to croak out, clearing your throat.

"Hey, Y/N. It's Eddie, you doing alright?" Eddie asks, concerned that you sound sick.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, hey, Eddie. Um, I'm fine, I just woke up. What can I do for you?" You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers, trying to fully join the waking world.

"Oh, did I disturb your beauty sleep? I'm sorry, princess." He says sympathetically, though you're not sure how sorry he actually is.

"It's alright, I probably slept too late anyways. Haven't even looked at a clock yet." You glance at the one hanging in the kitchen, 11:30am, Jesus christ. "Fuck, it's late. I knocked out as soon as I got home. You really wore me out, I'm still feeling it actually.” You adjust uncomfortably on the couch, unable to sit properly. He chuckles at your last comment.

"You poor thing. Well, I was calling to see if you're free tonight. But only if you're up for it." Eddie can never resist a tease.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you, Munson?" You reply cheekily, loving the idea of seeing him again.

"'Fraid not, but can you blame me? You're the most beautiful, sexy woman I've ever seen. So, whattaya say, Y/N?" He sounds so sure you'll say yes, he sure is a smug one isn't he?

"No." You say simply, taking him by surprise. "At least, not until you tell me exactly what you had in mind. Are you looking for a fuck, or a date?" He scoffs at your bold move, he's truly met his match.

"Obviously a date, sweetheart. What kind of man do you take me for?" His faux offense makes you giggle. "I was thinking...Enzo's? The yuppie Italian place?" You gasp at his suggestion, surprised he wants to take you somewhere so nice.

"That sounds great! Wait, isn't there a dress code? Do you even own nicer clothes, Eddie?" You poke fun at him once again, earning a hearty laugh from the other end.

"Believe it or not, I do. I'm not offended by your surprise, though. I assure you I'm just full of them. I'll pick you up at 7, and bring your appetite, darling." His emphasis on certain words sends a chill up your spine as his voice flows directly into your ear. It'll prove quite difficult to keep your hands above the table, so to speak. You give him your address, anticipation for this evening already building inside you. "I'll see you tonight, baby."

"Yeah, see you tonight, Eds." You say quietly before hanging up. You shriek in excitement, eager to tell Steve about your date. You pick the phone up again, dialing the video store. Robin picks up, grilling you about the party last night. Steve must have told her everything he knew, she sadly missed out due to having a project to finish for anatomy. She asks a few questions about Eddie, how he was in bed, etc. You tell her whatever she wants to know, before relaying to her that you have a date with the metalhead tonight. She screams into the phone, and you hear Steve in the background asking what's going on. She tells him about the date, and he sounds sad about it. Perhaps it was better that Robin picked up instead of Steve. She asks if you wanna speak to him, but you decline. You feel guilty for even thinking to let him know about it, it'd be like rubbing it in his face.

You hang up the phone again, deciding to take a nice hot bath to wash last night off of you. Your eyelashes keep sticking together from the leftover mascara, and your hair is a tangled mess. Hopefully you can manage to sort yourself out in the next seven hours. You run the bath, pouring in some soaking salts you got from your Mom this past Christmas. You brush your teeth at the sink as water fills the tub, observing how truly fucked you look right now. It's like someone took a windshield wiper to your face, dragging your makeup across one side of it. You groan, turning away from the horror in the mirror once you spit out your toothpaste.

Your body slips into the hot water nice and easy, you moan as it soothes your aching muscles. You're hoping this is enough to help you recover for a potential round two with Eddie, although you know this won't magically fix the problem. You make a mental note to take some aspirin once you get out of the tub, and you definitely need to eat something. You submerge your head under the water, scrubbing away the remnants of the party from your skin. You stay under as long as you can, trying to scrape off as much old makeup as possible.

A couple hours go by, and you've finished your bath, taken some painkillers, and managed to eat a light lunch. Now you're sitting in your room, surrounded by all your dresses splayed out on the bed as you struggle to pick one for tonight. Your hair lays damp at your shoulders, and you've been sitting in a towel this whole time. You hear Steve coming home from his shift, it's around 3pm now. "Hey, Y/N. I'm home, brought some new releases for the week." He calls from the living room, you hear the clatter of videotapes being set on the coffee table.

"Okay!" You call back, unable to focus on anything but the clothes piled around you. Steve's footsteps tap down the hallway, and he knocks on your door. "Come in, dingus." He enters the room, eyes widening at the sight before him.

"What happened here? Looks like your closet threw up." You glare at him, and he puts his arms up defensively. "Sorry."

"I can't figure out what to wear. Eddie's taking me to Enzo's tonight." You sigh loudly, stressing yourself out.

"Oh, that's nice! I'm glad he's going to take you on a real date, as opposed to...ya know." Steve speaks awkwardly, a sour mood threatening to taint his mind. But he decides to buck up and help you out. He scans the choices you have laid out, his eyes falling on one in particular. "Go with that one, no man can resist a woman in red." He smiles cheekily, flashing reassuring eyes at you as he points out his pick.

You look it over, seeing what Steve is saying. "Thanks, Steve! And you're okay with me going out with him, right? You sounded sad when I talked to Robin earlier." His face falls, he hadn't meant for you to hear that.

"Shit, I didn't think you heard me. And what are you asking me permission for? I'm not in charge of you, alright? I want you to go with him and have a good time, really." He claps a hand on your bare shoulder, trying to drive home the fact that above all else, he's your friend.

"Okay. But I promise not to gloat too hard about how it went later. I wouldn't want to depress you any further." You place your hand over his, looking up at him. He tenses at your touch, but relaxes after a moment. You share a kind smile, patting his hand. "Thanks again, Stevie. You're a good friend. Now, get out unless you wanna see me naked." You laugh, and he retorts back as usual.

"Well...if you're offering." He quips, pretending to yank at your towel.

"STEVE! Get out, you pervert!" You stand up, pushing Steve backwards out of your room. He doesn't protest, letting you lead him as he laughs. Once he's in the hall again, you shut the door and lock it. God, he needs a girlfriend. You clean up the mess on your bed, looking closely at the red dress Steve helped you pick out. It's made entirely of leather, and just low-cut enough in the chest to show off the girls without them falling out. The material hugs your waist and ass just right, with a zipper running down the back. Steve is absolutely right, this one will drive Eddie wild.

The clock reads 6:55, and you've been all set to go for over an hour. Your makeup and hair are perfect, you've got your dress and shoes on. And your purse dangles at your side. Everything is going according to plan, all that's left is for Eddie to show up. You're pacing nervously in the living room, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Steve's heating up a TV dinner for himself, watching the time tick down on the microwave. "You need to relax, Y/N. You keep pacing like that, you'll carve a dip into the floor." Steve says to you absent-mindededly, he's never seen you so nervous about a date. He wanted to be sympathetic, but the sound of your shoes is getting on his nerves.

You stop, plopping down onto the couch while crossing your arms. "Sorry. I'm just anxious about seeing Eddie. I mean, I'm excited, but I've never had anyone take me to Enzo's before." You're about to bite your lip, but you stop yourself as that'll smear your lipstick. You pick at your fingers instead, careful not to chip your nail polish. The clock now reads 6:58, you roll your eyes at it. Steve sits next to you, gingerly placing his dinner on his lap before turning on the TV.

"Everything will be fine, Y/N. He'll be here any minute, I'm sure. He's probably just as nervous as you, more than you even." He gives you a look, begging you to calm down and stop bobbing your knee. You take the hint, putting your hand on it to keep it still. Steve flips through channels, his meal becoming cold as he debates what show to settle on. By the time he picks, the time is 7:10. Eddie's late.

"What if he doesn't show up, Steve? He could very well be getting back at me for being so awful in high school." Your stomach churns at the idea of being stood up, you can't help wondering if all of this is a big joke to Eddie. Steve's eyes flare into anger, snapping to look at you.

"Don't say that, dude. The way he looked at you last night? He's either in love, or a ridiculously talented actor. Though I doubt he is, if he stands you up, I'll beat his ass." He says sternly, meaning every word.

"Oh, yeah, like you could win a fight! And against Eddie? I don't think so." You can see it now, Steve and Eddie duking it out. Steve could land maybe one hit, but Eddie would knock his lights out in no time.

"Okay, rude! But I don't think it'll be necessary, Y/N. He probably can't even read a clock properly." You elbow him at his comment, trying not to smile. "Ow! Jeez, you're mean when you're worried about a guy ditching you."

"He's not stupid, Steve. And honestly, if he did set me up, I'll probably kick his ass myself." You let out a frustrated sigh, daring to look at the clock once more. 7:15. Where the hell is he? You try to focus on the show that's on, but your mind keeps going back to your special little metalhead. You picture him laughing it up with his friends on how he played you so good. Getting you into bed, and pretending to ask you on a date. Only to stand you up so you see how it feels to be treated poorly. Maybe you deserved it.

You're about to give up and crawl back into bed, when the clock strikes 7:20 and you finally hear a knock on the door. Your head perks up, glancing at Steve. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get him!" He nudges you with his shoulder, and you practically launch yourself from the couch. You run to the door, about to yank it off its hinges when you stop yourself. You take a deep breath, shaking your nerves out and smoothing your dress. And you pull the door open to see Eddie leaning in the doorway.

He looks so different, and sexy as all hell. He's wearing a dark red dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a couple of the top buttons left undone. Black slacks adorn his legs, with suspenders to match. His hair is tied back in a thick ponytail, and he's got shiny black shoes on. He's still wearing his signature rings and necklace, but would he really be Eddie without them?

"Sorry I'm late, baby. But I hope these will make up for it." He says smoothly, pulling a beautiful bouquet of roses from behind his back.

"Thank you so much, they're gorgeous! Let me just put them in some water, and then we'll get going. Come in for a second." You quickly walk to the kitchen, pulling out a simple vase to fill up. Eddie walks inside apprehensively, standing with his hands behind his back and teetering on his heels and toes. He notices Steve on the couch, who's eyeing him closely.

"Hey there, Harrington." He nods to Steve, quickly averting his gaze.

"Munson." Steve replies simply, unamused at Eddie's failure at punctuality. He takes a bite from his dinner, eyes not leaving Eddie's general direction. You see him glaring from the kitchen, gasping at him being so rude.

"Knock it off, Steve! Or I'll shove that fork down your fucking throat!" You shout at him, and he dips his head sheepishly. Eddie snickers, trying to stifle his laugh. You walk back over to Eddie once the flowers are situated, and it's here that he finally gets a good look at you. His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he takes in your form. The red of the dress perfectly compliments your smooth skin, and he can't help staring at your tits on display for him. He gulps, struggling to speak. You blush at his obvious appreciation of just how hot you look, taking his hand to snap him out of his trance. "You clean up well, Munson." You say cheekily, looking deep into his eyes.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Y/N. Shall we get going? We have some lost time to make up for." He tries to play it cool, but his stumbling of words blows the image away. You nod, opening the door again for the two of you to step out into the night.

"Bye lovebirds, have fun!" Steve calls to you, enamored by Wheel of Fortune.

"I'll be back late, Steve. Don't wait up." You reply, giggling as you shut the door. Eddie leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you. "Such a gentleman." You tease, earning a light smack on your ass.

"In some ways, darling. Not so much in others, but you already know that." He winks at you before closing your door, jogging around to the other side. He climbs in, pulling his door shut clumsily. Eddie glances at you, seemingly nervous. "Okay, confession time." Your eyebrow quirks at him, curious what he means by that. "I wasn't late, I was actually a little early. But I spent...I dunno, thirty minutes trying to work up the courage to knock on your door." He laughs, shaking his head at how silly he feels.

"Really? Well, I was worried you'd stood me up. You know, to get back at me for high school." You say sheepishly, looking down at your lap.

"I promise, sweetheart, I would never do such a thing. That shit's in the past, let's just focus on the here and now, deal?" He holds his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You do, squeezing tightly as you nod at him. "Alright, I better get this old bitch started. Wouldn't want us to lose our table." He lets you go, putting the van into gear to take you to the restaurant.

You arrive just in time for the reservation Eddie made, 7:30. He holds your hand the whole way inside, and while the waiter leads you to the table. You're about to sit down, when he goes behind you to pull out your chair for you. Damn, he's got the chivalry thing down pat. "Thank you, Eds." You smile as he pushes you in, blushing at him treating you so well. He takes a seat across from you, consciously forcing himself not to slouch in his chair. The waiter comes by with glasses of water, asking what you'd like to drink. "I'll have a dirty martini, please." You say politely to the waiter.

"I'll have the same, thanks." Eddie says nervously, he's clearly uncomfortable in this environment. You'd be lying if you said you aren't as well, you just know how to hide it better. The waiter leaves to retrieve your beverages, and Eddie looks to you anxiously. "So, what exactly did I just agree to drink?"

"I'm honestly not sure, I just heard it on TV once. Sounded grown up, I guess." You can't help giggling, feeling so childish for saying that. Eddie chuckles back, holding his hand out across the table. You put your hand in his, letting him stroke your fingers. "Believe me, I'm just as lost in a place like this as you are. Let's help each other figure out what we want to eat before he comes back, hm?" You open your menus, automatically lost at the names of everything. They're all in Italian, though the descriptions are in english. You both decide to go the easy route and order steak, quickly trying to learn the correct pronunciation as the waiter returns with your drinks.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asks, placing your cocktails onto the tablecloth. He's been eyeing the two of you closely, especially Eddie. It seems you don't fit in enough for the staff's liking, their noses trained at the ceiling as they speak to you condescendingly.

Screw ordering in Italian, they'll know damn well what you mean in English. "Yes, I'll have the New York Strip steak with mashed potatoes and steamed corn, please." You're exuding confidence as you speak, though on the inside you're shaking like a leaf. Eddie's eyes bug out as your efforts to sound fancy go out the window, but he picks up on where your head's at. He smirks at you, and you wink back at him.

The waiter is less than enthused, probably expecting every Midwestern asshole that comes in here to struggle to read from the menu for a good laugh. He looks to Eddie, positive that he'll get his sick satisfaction from your date. "And for you, sir?"

"I'll have the same, thank you very much." Eddie replies, an unassuming smile plastered on his face. The waiter frowns, accepting the fact that you've denied him the feeling of superiority over you.

"Very good, it should be ready shortly. Please, let me know if you need anything else." You both nod agreeably at him, and he storms off.

"Nice work, Y/N! You really got under that tight-ass's skin." He laughs, highly impressed by you. The two of you feel much more comfortable now, having taken away the snooty energy of the place. Eddie takes a sip of his drink, making an odd face after he swallows.

"Is it bad?" You ask, before tasting yours. It's definitely strong, and very briny. You don't hate it, but you'd much rather have a vodka cranberry or something. "Well, I wouldn't order it again, but it's not terrible." You decide to down the rest, that way you can get something else.

"Jesus, Y/N. Take it easy." He says teasingly, before mimicking you to finish his own drink. Your glasses sit empty for a while, and you're getting a light buzz. Feeling bold, you slip your foot out of your shoe, lifting it across the underside of the table to graze Eddie's crotch. It takes him by surprise, causing his knee to bang against the wood. It's rather loud as the silverware and glasses bounce a bit, making the other patrons look at you. He waves them away, shooting you a warning look.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't hold your liquor?" You ask, feigning innocence as you continue to rub against him beneath the table. Luckily the cloth goes almost completely to the floor, concealing your actions. He moans quietly, and you feel him hardening inside his pants.

"You're sooooo gonna pay for this later." He says playfully, already planning how to get back at you.

"Oh, I'm counting on it." You grin slyly at him, pressing a little harder. He holds back a groan, wishing he could take you right now in front of everyone. Once the food arrives, you put your foot away. You'll behave until dinner's over, well, mostly. When the waiter walks away again, you lean forward a little, subtly squeezing your tits together with your arms as you cut into your steak.

Eddie takes notice of what you're doing, almost choking on the bite of steak he just took. "Fuck, are you trying to kill me, Y/N?" He says, coughing through his words. Once again, all eyes are on you. You hide your face sheepishly, trying not to laugh at the whole situation. The onlookers return to their meals after a moment, scowling at you.

"Sorry, Eds. I'm just a little eager to get to dessert." You lick your lips salaciously, bringing a piece of meat to your mouth. You pluck it from your fork with your teeth, maintaining eye contact with Eddie the entire time.

"All in good time, darling. You were expecting a real date after all, right?" He looks at you questioningly, wondering if you're just trying to give him what you think he wants.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm nervous, which apparently makes me horny." You roll your eyes at yourself, sighing in an attempt to calm down.

"Don't get me wrong, Y/N. I'm very flattered, but there's no rush. No expectations or anything, 'kay? Let's enjoy our time, get to know each other better. And it's certainly fun to take up space where we clearly aren't wanted, I love making these waiters squirm." He chuckles lowly, highly amused that everyone in here wants so badly to throw him out on his ass. But they can't, because he's a paying customer just like everyone else.

"Very true, they look so funny when they glare." You giggle, taking your time as you eat. You and Eddie spend what feels like hours just talking, asking each other meaningful questions. He's great at conversation, and surprisingly intellectual at times. When the plates are empty, and a couple more drinks disappear, the bill comes around. Eddie doesn't let you see it, eagerly putting a decent amount of cash into the check presenter. "I'm gonna freshen up before we leave, Eds, I'll just be a minute." You stand up, taking your bag as you leave the table. You make a beeline for the ladies' room, going to the mirror to check your lipstick.

The door swings open, and you think nothing of it. Until you hear Eddie's voice speaking to you. "Are you ready for dessert, angel?" He clicks the lock, making sure nobody will interrupt you. He walks over to you, pressing his body against yours before kissing your neck. You feel his erection poking into your ass, and arousal begins to gather between your legs.

"What are you doing in here, Eddie? We could get into trouble." You giggle, not really caring about being caught.

"It'll be fine, baby. Just let me make you feel good." He licks the length of your throat, and you lock eyes with him in the reflection. You moan loudly, his hand snaking around to the front of your dress. He gropes your tits, before turning you to face him. His lips meet yours hungrily, and his hands continue to fondle your chest. You lean against the sink, gripping Eddie's shoulders for balance. His lips leave yours, traveling down your neck, to the valley between your breasts. He nips and sucks your flesh, desperate to mark you as his.

"Oh, Eddie." You sigh blissfully, the booze amplifying his every touch. He stops attacking your tits, lifting you onto the counter. He lowers a hand between your legs, gasping when he realizes you're not wearing any underwear.

"No panties, huh? Such a dirty girl." He grins, kissing you again roughly while running his fingers between your folds. You moan into his mouth, spreading your legs wider for him to put his fingers inside you. He slips them in easily, and immediately pumps them in and out of your cunt rapidly. Your breath catches in your throat, overwhelmed by how fucking hot this all is. At any moment one of the staff could come knocking on the door as patrons complain that the bathroom is locked.

"Eddie." You break away from his lips, almost gasping for air. "I need you, now." You practically beg, grabbing his stiff cock through his pants.

"You sure you don't want me to taste you first? There's so much I want to do to you, but I've barely had a chance." He's almost disappointed, wanting to truly take his time to please you.

"I know, baby. I want that too, but we both know we don't exactly have time on our side here. There'll be other chances for that, but I want you inside me so badly. Please, before we get caught?" You keep palming him through his clothes, ramping him up.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He purrs, helping you stand before whipping you around. He presses on your back to have you lay against the counter, forcing you to watch yourself as he pushes your skirt up over your ass. He undoes his belt, and pulls his suspenders from his shoulders. Eddie pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his aching cock. Precum drips from the head, and he spreads it around as he roughly strokes himself. His breath shudders, watching you observe him in the mirror.

You're so wet for him, anticipating his dick filling you up. He teases you first, rubbing himself against your glistening clit. You both moan at the sensation, watching each other's faces change. You're about to ask him to just fuck you already, when he unexpectedly rams his cock into your dripping entrance. "Eddie!" You cry out, gripping the edge of the sink as he pounds his hips against your ass. He slowly pulls out, before slamming back in. He hits your g spot just right, making you want to scream. He keeps going like this, waiting for you to ask for more. It proves difficult though, as every thrust scrambles the thoughts inside your head.

"You're so fuckin' sexy when you're like this, completely at my mercy." He groans, you're so tight and wet for him, it's unreal. Eddie's eyes want to roll to the back of his head, but he maintains his focus. His hands are gripping your hips in an iron hold, and your pelvis digs into the counter with every move he makes. He lowers his torso over yours, speaking into your ear. "If you want me to go faster, you're gonna have to beg for it." He licks your earlobe before biting it, drawing more noises from you.

"Please, baby. Fuck me faster, I need you." You whine, needing him to absolutely demolish you.

"Such a good little slut." He whispers, before snapping his hips into a punishing pace. You can't do anything but moan and cry out Eddie's name, watching his eyes never leave yours as he pierces you again and again. Many lewd noises leave his lips too, but he's still much more under control than you are. "Tell me how good it feels, angel." Eddie doesn't know why, but he wants you to tell him how and what you're feeling.

You struggle to speak, your body is electrified with every brush against your special spot. You want to do as he asks, but it's quite a challenge. You power through regardless, knowing your words will drive him mad. "You feel so good inside me, baby. Your cock hits all the right places, and you make me so wet." You confess to him, watching him lose a little bit of control. You smirk at this small victory, deciding to push him further. "There's nobody like you, Eddie. No one can make me cum like you can. Fuck me harder, I can take it." You're definitely enjoying this little game, watching one another in the mirror as you say the dirtiest things you can think of.

"Careful what you wish for, Y/N. Wouldn't wanna push you too far." Is he really trying to get you to chicken out?

"Believe me, when it's too far, I'll tell you. Now, go faster." You say through gritted teeth, pushing backwards against him to show just how much you want this.

"As you wish, princess." Eddie pounds into you even harder, your hips will certainly have bruises later. You moan so loudly, you're sure the whole restaurant has heard you. But you can't be bothered to give a shit, the pleasure building inside you matters so much more than potentially being thrown out.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good, Eddie. Keep going, just like that." Your words are so addictive to him, every syllable sending strikes of lightning through his body. He's sweating through his shirt, his skin on fire as he keeps plowing into you. Your high is quickly approaching, waves of bliss slowly washing over you. Your pussy starts to clench around Eddie's dick, letting him know just how close you are.

"I can feel you about to lose it, angel. Go ahead, make a mess all over my cock like a good little whore." Eddie smacks your ass, ripping a vulgar sound from your throat. The sting sends a shockwave to your core, pushing you closer to the edge. "You like that? Should I do it again?" He asks, really hoping you say yes. The sound you made almost made him cum right then and there.

"Yes, please!" You cry out, and he happily obliges. He makes contact with your other ass cheek, leaving you severely fucked-out for him. Your eyes bore into his, signaling that just one more will make you come undone.

"You gonna cum, baby? You want me to make you scream so loud the whole restaurant can hear you?" It's proving difficult for Eddie to keep up the pace, his thrusts are getting sloppy as his own orgasm threatens to take hold.

"Yes, God, yes!" He spanks you once again, and it's like you've toppled off a cliff. "Oh, God, oh, FUCK!" You scream, your body combusting from the inside out. Your legs tremble, and your cunt clamps down onto Eddie's length.

"Oh, shit." He chokes out, as his dick empties into your pulsating hole. He keeps thrusting, prolonging your high. You're almost crying, everything feels so fucking good. You can no longer stand on your own, Eddie holds you up as he progressively comes to a halt inside you. He collapses onto your back, his chest rising and falling heavily. Your pussy continues to grip him impulsively, almost refusing to let go. "You were such a good girl for me, Y/N." He says breathily, slowly standing upright to pull out of you. You both groan at how difficult it is, you're hugging him so tight within yourself. "Fuck, sweetheart. Gotta let me out, though it's tempting to stay inside you forever." He chuckles, eventually able to pull away. Your mixed release drips out of your cunt and onto the floor with a 'splat'. "Well, I guess that's a little present for the staff, hm?" You giggle weakly at his comment, unable to stand up straight.

"A little help, Eds? I feel like I'm made of pudding." He quickly pulls his pants back up, putting his suspenders in place. He pulls your dress back down where it belongs, lifting you up to wrap an arm around you. You sling your purse over your shoulder, and it's here that someone comes knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hello, we've had some complaints about somebody locking themselves in the bathroom. Please open the door and vacate the premises." You hear your waiter say on the other side of the door.

Eddie clicks the lock, letting them inside. "Sorry about that, my girlfriend got sick and needed my help. She gets very embarrassed about it, but it must have been something she ate." He says snarkily, leading you out of the bathroom. You pretend to almost throw up as you walk by the angry man, watching his eyes widen in fear.

"V-very well. Come along, before anyone sees you." He frantically leads the both of you to the door, trying to not draw any attention from the other customers. "I hope you feel better, Miss. Have a good evening." He shoos you and Eddie away, hoping to never see the two of you again.

Once you're in the clear, you both bust out laughing in the parking lot. You cannot believe you got away with fucking in a restaurant bathroom, and a fancy one no less. "Nice touch with the fake gagging, Y/N. You're definitely my kind of girl." Eddie holds you close, leaning in for a kiss. You happily meet him in the middle, able to stand mostly steady on your own now. Your lips mesh together tenderly, the warmth of your bodies fighting against the night air biting at your skin.

"And you're just the guy I've been looking for." You reply, snapping his suspenders playfully.

"Ouch!" Eddie says, clearly being sarcastic. "Play nice, Y/N."

"If tonight and the night before is any indication, I'm far from nice." You place your hands on Eddie's chest, moving them upwards seductively. You undo the next couple buttons on his shirt, exposing more of his chest to the cool air. You lower your head to his torso, licking all the way up his chest to his neck. He just watches you wordlessly, taken aback by how aroused you still seem to be. You can go round after round, rough ones too, and just keep begging for more. You bite his neck harshly, marking him as yours. He moans loudly, another tent already forming in his pants. You soothe the purple flesh with your warm tongue, lifting your head to speak in his ear. "So, what do you say, Eddie? You wanna go to round three with a freak like me?"

He's unsure what to say, all he knows is that he's just as hungry for more as you are. He looks at you, his breath fanning over your face. "I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart." He replies with his usual smartassery, leading you to his van to drive somewhere more secluded. If Eddie were a religious man, he'd think he just died and went to heaven.

The end.

[disneytva]

Disney Branded Television Dates Disney Television Animation's 100th Series ‘StuGo’ As It Brings Sci-Fi Summer Camp Adventure to Disney Channel in January

The stars are not looking to guide them✨

A wild new twist on summer camp arrives this winter when StuGo premieres on Disney Channel on Saturday, January 11 at 8 p.m. ET/PT with two episodes, followed by new episodes weekly on Sundays at 9 a.m. ET/PT. The series will also stream on Disney+ in the spring of 2025.

Plus, as part of Disney Channel’s sneak peek programming stunt “Sneako Peeko,” viewers catch an exclusive look of StuGo on Jan. 1 at 8:50 p.m. ET/PT.

Inspired by his childhood surrounded by the rich wildlife and vibrant energy of southern Florida, creator and executive producer Ryan Gillis (The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse) introduces StuGo, an original animated series about six middle schoolers who get tricked into attending a fake academic summer camp by a mad scientist. What started as three months of learning transforms into an adventure of a lifetime on a tropical island filled with mind-reading manatees, giant fighting fungi, and fashion-forward mutants. The series lead voice cast includes Tania Gunadi ("Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero") as Pliny, Zosia Mamet ("Star Vs The Forces of Evil") as Merian, Zach Reino ("Big City Greens" franchise) as Chip, Gabourey Sidibe (FX "American Horror Story: Hotel") as Francis, Charlyne Yi (Cartoon Network Studios "Steven Universe" franchise) as Larry, Deborah Baker Jr. ("Stan Against Evil ") as Sara, Lorraine Toussaint ("Big City Greens" franchise") as Dr. Lullah and Jake Green (Dreamworks Animation "Kipo And The Age Of The Wondebeast" as Mr. Okay.

As usual "StuGo" will form part of Disney Television Animation's Multiplatform Shorts with "Chibi Tiny Tales", "Broken Karaoke", "Theme Song Takeover", "How Not To Drawn" and "Disney Roadtrip"

An album of StuGo by Walt Disney Records featuring the series main Theme Song will debut this January.

[verefex]

Kraken's Cove

Short story where a stowaway meets the kraken himself, who turns out to be less scary than he initially thought.

Content warnings in the tags. Enjoy!

On a vessel cruising along the open seas, hid a stowaway. Tucked under a tarp in the dinghy that hung suspended by ropes and pulleys off the side of the traveling ship, a man rested quietly. After perusing the food, drink, and trinkets from the ship’s stores, he gathered up his haul in the small rowboat and hunkered down for the journey.

Swaying comfortably back and forth, suspended off the port side, Raphael, as the stowaway was named, was quite used to this sort of life. Sneaking his way onto sailing vessels docked at ports, he made his living by stealing. It was dishonest work, he knew that. But as he would often say, “pay your debts with the topsail”, fleeing across the wide seas was the life he was forced to choose.

Seagulls cried overhead as the ship’s wooden hull creaked and cut through the waves, lofty sails billowing in the sea breeze. The sun shined brightly in the blue sky overhead, not a storm cloud in sight over the deep, open ocean; a sailor’s dream.

That is, until a deafening impact sound is heard against the ship’s hull.

Almost immediately, the crew sprung to full alert, scrambling on the deck to man the sails and cannons. Raphael threw the tarp off of himself and held fast to the rowboat’s sides, green eyes wide under his headband and dark, wavy hair.

“That’s my cue.” He muttered as the ship’s crew prepared for attack, completely unaware of their rowboat quickly but silently being lowered into the water by the pulleys.

Raphael was no stranger to close calls and narrow escapes, it was often how he departed from his seaward journeys. From borrowing dinghies to diving into the foamy waters below and swimming to shore, he reveled in the calmness that came with the long journey. But for now, he was not about to go down with the ship.

“Kraken! It’s the kraken!” The voice of the captain bellowed from the decks. Raphael paused, holding fast to the ropes that suspended the rowboat over the disturbed waters below.

Now, it was common knowledge that sailors often told tall tales of sea monsters. Months at sea will do things to ya, was the common response, coupled with the solemn shake of the head. Ships went missing all the time, though that didn’t necessarily mean they were sunken by a leviathan.

And yet, as Raphael peeked over the side of the boat, staring deep below the waves and foam, he spied what could be described as nothing but an enormous snake.

A tentacle.

In a panic, Raphael grasped the ropes and shimmied the boat back up towards the deck, trying to get as far away from the water as possible. Though, as he approached the railing, his cover was nearly blown as a crew mate leaned over and pointed at the gargantuan form below the surface.

“Shit…” the stowaway hissed as he ducked back under the tarp just in time. His heart raced as he realized he was trapped between the deck of the ship and the watery grave just below.

The ship rocked suddenly, and the deck erupted in shouts as the monster’s tentacles surfaced, bright blue appendages thicker than a man was tall. Either side of the ship was grasped suddenly, one on each side, snaking upwards slowly.

Raphael peeked out from the tarp, unable to believe his eyes. The hull creaked and groaned under the weight of the massive tentacle that slithered along the surface, almost meticulously, like it was feeling around for something.

He was not about to stick around for this hellish leviathan to sink the ship. Such a giant creature would not be interested in a tiny rowboat, he wagered with little hope.

Two whacks from his cutlass, and the ropes were severed. Raphael held fast as the rowboat dropped off the side of the ship, plummeting to the ocean below. He landed with a painful splash that jolted his entire body, nearly stunning him for a moment.

The sounds of cannons above him startled him into scrambling along the seats and deploying the oars. He whipped the boat around and started rowing, watching as the enormous ship was dwarfed by another pair of tentacles rising out of the water below.

“Those old sea dogs were right, huh!” Raphael exclaimed as he rowed further and further away from the commotion of the fabled sea monster. As he had hoped, the leviathan busied itself with the ship, leaving him with another successful escape and quite a tale to tell once he reached shore.

However, as he rowed on, he grew quite tired of fighting the large waves with just two oars. He wasn’t sure if he had gotten anywhere by his own rowing, or if the currents and wind carried him. All he knew was the sailing ship was no longer in sight, and neither was any sign of a landmass.

With the sun still bright, the man grew weary, clad with only a black and white shirt, dark pants, and tall leather boots. He stowed the oars and covered himself with the tarp, shading his weathered skin from the sun as he sorted through his provisions.

“More than a week’s worth, so long as this thimble doesn’t sink.” Raphael said as he rationed the food and water that was already smuggled away for the ship’s journey. His only hope now was to find any sort of land or ship that would rescue him before his water depletes.

Since the act of rowing was tiresome and nearly useless against the waves, the stowaway, now captain of the dinghy, resumed the act of hunkering down under the tarp and letting the waves carry him wherever they may lead.

The rowboat drifted for hours, rocking this way and that, a tiny speck in the vast blue ocean. Thankfully the weather was calm and the temperature mild, though favorable conditions never lasted as long as you’d expect them to on the open ocean.

As the sun was nearing the horizon, painting the sky with orange and purple hues, Raphael uncovered himself and leaned back in the boat, taking small sips from his canteen and enjoying a rather unripe pear. He laughed to himself, thinking of how it’s possible that he was the only survivor from that ship, and they had no knowledge of him even being onboard.

As he finished off the core of the pear, Raphael felt an ominous rumble rattle his body. He grew tense and gripped the sides of the rowboat as he not only felt it, but heard it, somewhere deep under the waves. Something immense.

“Oh, no.” He said shakily as a cloud of bubbles erupted around the boat, a phenomenon that often occurred along with a large pod of whales preparing to surface. Raphael flung the oars out and rowed quickly away from the bubbling water, not about to let his dinghy be capsized.

The small boat did not get very far before something surfaced, not a whale or a tentacle, but a face.

A giant, human-like head surfaced before Raphael, as water poured down their dark blue-streaked skin. Bright yellow eyes peered at the castaway, set on a masculine face with long silvery-blue hair and an array of fin-like structures on either side of his head. A massive, towering head.

Raphael stared up in shock momentarily before letting out a terrified scream. First a kraken, now a giant? The odds were not in his favor today, though the oddities certainly were starting to pile up.

The giant, treading the water as he loomed over Raphael and his rowboat, tilted his head and let out a chuff, a rumbling puff of air. An enormous hand rose underneath the boat and lifted it in his palm just as wide as it was long.

The giant opened his lips and said ‘I mean you no harm’, but to Raphael’s human ears, all he heard was a deep, throaty rumble.

“Don’t eat me, don’t eat me!” Raphael merely shouted in response, huddling in his boat that was now captured by the steady hand of the giant. Enormous navy blue fingers with thick claws curved above his head, as wide as a tree.

The giant’s lips curved into a smile, yellow eyes glowing patiently. He held Raphael and his little boat in his right hand, lifted up and out of the water and closer to his enormous face.

‘I am not going to eat you.’ The giant growled. ‘It’s alright. You’re safe.’

“I-I don’t know what you’re saying… are you speaking? Can you understand me?” Raphael said from his captured boat. The man, dwarfed by the giant’s hand around him, stared quizzically at the giant’s glistening face.

‘Yes. Though you may not understand my words, I am speaking your language.’ The giant said calmly, closing his eyes as he nodded and mouthed his words in an exaggerated fashion. Raphael couldn’t help but notice the giant’s mouth was lined with sharp fangs, with a curiously buttery yellow interior.

Raphael started to feel a little more at ease in the ocean giant’s hand. He couldn’t understand why he wasn’t drowned or eaten yet, but the mere premise of being held captive by the towering man was unnerving.

“It must be giant monster day. First a kraken, then you? A giant? A… god?” Raphael said as he gestured to the enormous man.

The giant, named Sithero, let out an airy laugh as he leaned back and lifted the tiny man in his hand higher above the water, giving him a better view of the leviathan’s body. The same blue tentacles that wrapped around the ship rose out of the water around Sithero’s torso, slithering about and swirling the sea.

Raphael stared down for a second, leaning over the side of the boat from within Sithero’s palm. The rest of Sithero’s body began to surface, and the giant angled his hand in a way that the human within could observe the massive length of his tail.

“...You’re the kraken? What on earth… you’re like a mermaid, a giant one… a giant mer… man? I suppose?” The human exclaimed as his eyes trailed down the length of the kraken’s body. He was covered in fine blue scales of varying shades, with his belly and chest lighter in color. From the waist down, his body became elongated, ribbed with hard scutes. He was so large, in fact, that Raphael wondered if he could see the end of his tail at all.

‘I’m Sithero. What are you called?’ The kraken rumbled as he raised his other hand and pointed a clawed finger at the human in his palm.

“What, what’s that about? Me?” Raphael said shakily as the very large kraken pointed and rumbled something at him.

Sithero smiled calmly and pointed at himself. ‘Sithero.’ He growled, emphasizing each syllable before pointing to Raphael again.

“Sss… Slith. Slither. Sith?” The human said, twirling his hands around as he sounded out the guttural growls.

‘Sith… air… oh.’ The kraken hissed.

“Sithero…” Raphael said, and the giant nodded in approval.

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere. Oh, I’m Raphael.” The human said, feeling more comfortable as their strange conversation went on. “Gotta say, I did not expect to be talking to the kraken that, um, attacked our ship.” He said, avoiding to the fact that he was a stowaway, not that Sithero would really care.

‘The ship is fine. I was just saying hello.’ Sithero growled a deep laugh as he waved his other hand in a greeting motion.

“Hello?” Raphael said quietly, waving back. Sithero smiled and chuckled at his new tiny friend.

‘Where are you headed?’ Sithero asked, shrugging his shoulders and gesturing to the vast ocean.

“Uh, I got here by ship. Now I don’t quite know where I am, or frankly, what’s going to happen to me.” Raphael sighed, stretching his arms backwards.

‘I know a place. You can rest there, it’s getting too dark for humans.’ The kraken rumbled and nodded gently, bringing his other hand up and cupping Raphael and his boat.

“I don’t suppose you have it in you to carry me somewhere?” Raphael asked hopefully at the enormous creature, seeing a glimpse of his own reflection in his eerie yellow irises.

‘Yes. But you mustn’t panic.’ Sithero rumbled as he opened his mouth slightly and rubbed his bright-colored tongue along the edges of his teeth.

Raphael winced, leaning away from the giant’s mouth that was quite close now.

“Woah. Hey. We’re on a first-name basis now, you can’t eat me.” He said, clutching the sides of the rowboat.

‘That’s not my intention. Truthfully, you will drown unless I do this… so relax.’ Sithero growled as he angled his head backwards and pinched the boat between his fingers, gently tilting it towards his open mouth.

Raphael, upon seeing the enormous yellow mouth below him, immediately began to panic and flail wildly in the boat that was slowly tipping. “HEY! Stop, stop!!” He shouted, eyes wide at the sight of the kraken’s fanged jaws.

‘If you don’t stop flailing, I might actually bite you.’ The giant growled and tilted the boat upside-down above his open mouth.

Raphael, as nimble as he was, managed to wedge himself under the rowboat’s seats before it was completely tipped over. He wrapped his arms around the boards with just his legs dangling, whimpering as his provisions fell down onto the sea monster’s tongue.

“Cripes…” The man groaned as he gripped onto the board like his life depended on it.

Sithero blinked, expression blank as he closed his mouth, tasting the tiny crates and flasks that fell onto his tongue. He eyed Raphael one last time before gently tipping the boat back upright.

‘Alright. Plan B.’ He rumbled before angling the boat bow-first towards his mouth.

“Don’t… don’t you dare.” Raphael blurted as he righted himself in the bottom of the boat before being plunged into the kraken’s mouth.

The man screamed as the entire rowboat was taken in, sides banging against the monster’s teeth that encircled the cavernous jaws.

Sithero calmly wedged the boat inside, using the tip of his finger to push the stern just past his incisors, which closed together. Raphael was completely sealed inside, along with all of his belongings.

The air inside the giant’s mouth was humid, smelling of seawater. Raphael hunkered down in his little wooden boat, eyes wide as he took in the situation. Though the kraken’s mouth was shut tight, the interior of his mouth glowed a faint, soft yellow. It was quite beautiful, Raphael found himself thinking, as the ridges of Sithero’s palate above him were dotted with bioluminescent photophores.

“Quit messin’ with me… are you gonna eat me or not?” Raphael shouted from within the giant’s mouth, gripping onto the boat as if it was about to rock back towards Sithero’s gullet.

Instead, he was rocked forwards as the kraken dove under the waves. The leviathan took his little friend along, safely sealed in the air pocket in his mouth. His enormous body arched past the waves as the end of his tail raised above the water, then was gone.

Sithero kept Raphael in his jaws for the ride, traveling swift and deep. Though his movements were heavy, he leveled his head carefully to make the trip as comfortable as possible for the human. Deep rumbles of reassurance echoed in his spacious mouth, where Raphael sat hunkered down on top of the giant’s tongue.

Time went on, and Raphael started to relax as best as he could in the humid mouth of the kraken. He hadn’t been swallowed, and instead remained on Sithero’s tongue as the giant carried him into the depths.

“I suppose… this is necessary. I doubt I can hold my breath as long as you.” Raphael said as he laid back in the boat, staring up at Sithero’s upper palate.

Sithero, after a short while, came to an enormous submerged cave. His long body just barely fit through the entrance as he slipped inside, using his limbs to push along the rocky sides to propel his huge body swiftly, until emerging into a large chamber.

The kraken huffed as water dripped from his hair, dispelling droplets from his nostrils as his head and shoulders surfaced from the seawater onto a smooth stone surface in an air-filled cave. He leveled his head and opened his jaws, allowing Raphael to finally breathe in fresh air after being trapped inside.

“Ah, freedom!” The stowaway exclaimed as he stumbled along the boat, looking out from the giant’s teeth encircling him and his vessel.

Sithero rumbled in amusement as he pinched the end of the small boat between his thumb and forefinger and slid it and Raphael out of his mouth. He carefully placed it on the floor of the cave and yawned, stretching his arms and back as he arched his head back.

Raphael, still adjusting to the dim light of the cave, fumbled about in his boat, rocking the frame a few times to determine the stability of the surface. He was painfully aware of the fact that he was surrounded by damp rock, the sheer mass of the kraken’s body as it towered above him in the darkness.

Tentatively, the man swung his leg over the the side of the boat and planted it on the surface. He stood on both legs, glancing around slowly.

“So uh, where did you bring me? Y’know I’m not terribly fond of spelunking…” Raphael said as he stared up at the huge, glimmering figure above him.

Sithero’s eyes and photophores that dotted along his body glowed in the low light. The giant hummed as he reached out into the darkness, rummaging through piles of debris. He picked out a lantern delicately between his claws, handing it to Raphael, who took it into his hands.

“Ah, you’ve got a hoard of some sorts?” The man said as the lantern lit up to his surprise, illuminating the immediate area. His eyes widened as he was greeted with scattered remains of ships, masts as tall as trees with the sails still attached. They were carefully placed against the wall of the cave, each one laid out in all its splendor.

The man’s knees began to buckle at the sheer sight of so many shipwrecks, displayed like trophies in the kraken’s lair. Accompanying the masts were the ship’s figureheads, the intricate carvings of ladies and dragons and other mythical beasts that adorned the bow of sailing ships.

“So… I can only imagine how these all got here.” Raphael said rather quietly as he swung the lantern around, only to be greeted by the enormous face of Sithero, who was peering at the man curiously.

“Geeze, you’re huge.” The man whispered as he held the lantern up to the giant’s face, who was smiling softly.

‘I collect them, that’s all. Better here than rotting in the water.’ Sithero rumbled as he reached out and picked up a mermaid figurehead, gazing at it fondly.

“They are quite pretty… I bet there are some famous ships that wrecked here. You know the navy would kill to get their hands on these, right?” Raphael uttered as he set the lantern in his rowboat and rummaged through his damp provisions.

‘They’d kill me regardless. That’s why I disarm cannons and harpoons when I visit sailing ships.’ Sithero uttered as he flicked a detached cannon along the surface of the cave with his fingers.

“Ah, I can’t imagine those would do much damage to something as big as you.” The man said as he heard the heavy clang of iron.

Sithero laughed, a deep rumble that shook Raphael’s bones. ‘I don’t underestimate humans! You little things can pack a punch.’ He growled as he leaned in close to the wary man, who stiffened up. The kraken’s breath tousled his brown hair, which was slicked back with a green and white bandana.

“… You’re so big, though. I mean, look. Your tooth is bigger than my head!” Raphael said as he pointed at Sithero’s lips, where a canine poked out.

Sithero curled his lip up to reveal the full length of his canine, which shone brilliantly in the lantern’s light. ‘This is true. I could bite you in two with one snap.’ The kraken growled as he clicked his teeth together, which sent a shiver up Raphael’s spine as he glimpsed those white teeth flashing in his vision.

“You don’t… plan to eat me after all this, do you?” Raphael uttered, feeling absolutely minuscule in his little wooden boat underneath the giant’s gaze.

‘That depends, do you consider the ride in my mouth as being eaten? It’s the only way you’ll be able to exit this cave.’ The kraken grinned as he licked his lips with his yellow tongue.

“Hey, I really don’t want to go back in there. I know it’s what kept me from drowning, but…” Raphael sighed, glancing at his provisions soaked with the kraken’s saliva.

‘Feel free to try another way out.’ Sithero growled as he looked down at the man’s supplies. Curiously, the giant picked up Raphael in his boat and lifted it up to his eye.

“Hey, easy!” The man yelled as he was rocked by the momentum of being lifted.

‘Is your stuff ruined?’ Sithero asked, eyeing the cloth sacks on the bottom of the boat.

“That’s just my food… well, what’s left of it. The bread is probably all soggy, but as long as the rum is there… aha!” Raphael exclaimed as he produced a green glass bottle filled with spirits. The man popped the cork and took a swig straight from the bottle, sighing happily once he removed the glass from his lips.

‘Humans are always drinking that.’ Sithero chuckled, holding Raphael in his wooden boat.

“I suppose they don’t make bottles in your size. Good thing, too, cause I’d be swimmin’ in it.” Raphael laughed as he kicked back in the boat and continued drinking.

Sithero couldn’t help but smile as he cupped the boat in his palm, eyeing the human inside of it. The giant tilted his head, observing the interior of the rowboat, suddenly getting an idea.

‘Come here.’ He growled, using his other hand to pinch Raphael’s upper body between his thumb and forefinger. The man exclaimed as he was lifted out of the boat and placed directly onto Sithero’s palm, holding tight to his rum bottle.

The kraken placed the empty boat on the cave floor and turned his gaze to the human in his hands, suddenly feeling very warm at how small and delicate he looked, laid out on his palm, barely half the length of his finger.

Raphael sneered up at the giant, briefly attempting to stand up before flailing and falling backwards, spilling a little rum on himself.

“Gah… you big beast... I didn’t ask to be in yer hands!” Raphael blurted as he wiped the rum off his shirt, glancing up at the giant’s piercing gaze.

Sithero merely chuckled, rumbling deep in the back of his throat as his soft gaze took in the man’s form.

“Ah, to hell with it. You’re pretty nice, for a sea monster. Besides, if I’m gonna be eaten, I wanna be drunk.” The man grunted as he sipped his rum.

‘You look very relaxed.’ Sithero uttered as he held his hands steady, with one cupped under the other. The giant was mostly submerged, with just his upper body resting on the rocky cave floor, propped up by his elbows.

‘I’ve never held a human like this. It’s… nice.’ He rumbled, awed by the sight of Raphael leaning against the base of his fingers.

“Ya keep looking at me like I’m… a doll or somethin’. S’weird.” Raphael hiccuped from his lack of inhibition.

‘Don’t tell me you have a problem with the way I interact with tiny things such as yourself.’ Sithero laughed. ‘I’m aware that humans consider me to be frightening and dangerous, while I personally consider humans to be delightful. I think you should be grateful that I’m holding you this way instead of drowning you a thousand feet under the sea.’

Raphael blinked, staring blankly up at the rumbling giant. By now, he was able to understand the enormous kraken’s growling manner of speech. However, the alcohol was slowing his cognitive thinking more and more each passing minute, leading him to respond with a simple “Fair enough.”

Sithero smiled, regardless, and cupped his hand loosely around the human as he pulled his hefty body further onto the cave floor. Raphael grumbled as he was closed in by enormous fingers while the giant made himself more comfortable, turning onto his back and propping his body up against the cave walls.

The kraken sighed as he leaned back, leaving his long tail submerged in the dark ocean water while his upper body relaxed and cupped Raphael in his hand, which rested comfortably on top of his stomach.

Raphael, in drunken bliss, hummed as he was held by the giant. He laid back in Sithero’s hands, his head nestled neatly between the cracks of his fingers. The man sighed, feeling the warmth of skin underneath him, the rush of the giant’s breaths and gurgling insides.

“Hey, I forgot yer name. Sithy.” Raphael muttered through flushed cheeks, his rum nearly gone. “You’re pretty swell. I ain’t got a home or family or whatnot, so this is a nice treat… s’like I’m in a fancy rich bed. Heh heh.”

‘Sithy, huh. I kinda like that.’ The kraken chuckled. He then leaned forward and carefully plucked the nearly empty rum bottle from Raphael’s hands with the tips of his claws. ‘And, that’s enough for you.’

“Gimme that…” Raphael groaned as he reached for the bottle, which promptly disappeared in the giant’s mouth.

‘Hmm.’ Sithero rumbled as he rolled the open bottle on his tongue, spilling the contents out and onto his taste buds. ‘You made it seem so much tastier than this.’

“It IS tasty. Don’t guzzle my rum!” Raphael grumbled as he wobbled onto his legs and attempted to scale Sithero’s torso.

‘Careful.’ The giant growled as the drunken man ignored him, stumbling his way up the firm musculature of his abdomen. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’

“Gimme my bottle back…” Raphael slurred, clinging to the giant’s pectoral. The slope of the monstrous man’s chest proved difficult for the small, drunk human to navigate over.

Amused, Sithero leaned back all the way, laying flat on his back to allow Raphael to stumble along his body. With the bottle still in his mouth, Sithero tilted his head up and opened up slightly, allowing the determined man to see the prize within reach.

“Ya don’t take a man’s rum, Sithy…” Raphael grunted as he stumbled against the giant’s lips, feebly reaching into the open mouth with the bottle resting in the middle of Sithero’s tongue. With a gentle tilt, Sithero scooped Raphael inside his mouth with the end of his yellow tongue, rolling him onto the center.

Once Raphael got a hold of the empty bottle, he groaned, hugging it to his chest and rolling over inside Sithero’s mouth, curling up where he laid and promptly passing out.

Sithero, with his mouth slightly open, breathed evenly. His tongue quivered as Raphael’s small body curled up on top, unbothered by the saliva. He slowly shut his mouth, cupping his tongue to give the human space inside. He was so much smaller without his boat, something Sithero was painfully aware of. How easy it would be to swallow him whole, he thought.

‘Raphael.’ Sithero rumbled, his tongue shifting as he spoke, which stirred the inebriated man. Raphael responded with grumpy grumbles, no longer coherent or aware of his surroundings.

Sithero sighed, deciding that it was inevitable, now. After all, Raphael climbed right into his jaws.

With a tilt of his tongue, Raphael was slid down the center, his unconscious body passing the giant’s tonsils, entering his esophagus.

A gentle gulp, and Sithero tilted his head back and squeezed Raphael down his throat. The man groaned as he was swallowed, his body engulfed by wet flesh that slid him easily down the giant’s gullet, though not much could be done to slow his descent.

Sithero sighed warmly, placing the tips of his fingers against his neck as Raphael went down, forming a solid bulge underneath. The kraken growled, humming softly as the warm little human was taken into his innards.

After a little while, Raphael had been squeezed down the entire length of Sithero’s esophagus, where he was slid into a warm, wet chamber within the giant’s ribcage. The man gasped a little and moaned as he suddenly felt sick to his stomach after being tipped upside-down.

He had been swallowed, yet Sithero knew he was safe. The kraken’s stomach was multi-chambered to fill his enormous body cavity, with only the lower portion unsafe for passengers. Satisfied with the feeling of a warm, living body squirming in his belly, the giant set his head back on the ground and stroked his stomach fondly.

‘Nothing for you to stumble on and get hurt in there.’ Sithero uttered as he traced his finger along his abdomen. ‘Just don’t be mad at me when you wake up.’

Raphael passed out not long after, blissfully unaware of his surroundings, sleeping rather soundly and comfortably surrounded by soft flesh.

The night went on, though the two were far from the stars. Under the waves and buried under earth and rock, the underwater cave was a safe haven devoid of sunlight. Only bioluminescent plankton, algae, and jellyfish provided any form of light.

Sithero was first to awaken, his massive form turned onto his front as he arched his back in a stretch. The giant rumbled softly as he placed a hand on his stomach, feeling the tiny presence of Raphael inside, still fast asleep.

The kraken took the opportunity to gather the rest of Raphael’s belongings, placing them carefully into the wooden boat, along with some trinkets and treasures from the shipwrecks. He then picked up the boat and placed it inside his mouth, taking care not to swallow any of the tiny human objects.

Sithero slid his huge body into the pool of the cave, sinking below the surface and back into the tunnel towards the cave entrance. His yellow eyes adjusted to the light that illuminated at the end of the cave, indicating that morning had come.

Still holding the rowboat in his mouth, the giant emerged from the cave and swam upwards, surfacing along the rocky cliffs of the landmass above the submerged cave that he called his home. Gulls cried as the kraken’s enormous head scanned the coastline before heading towards a sandy beach.

Sithero huffed as he heaved his monstrous body onto the sand, removing the boat from his mouth and placing it gingerly on the shore. He blinked calmly, placing a hand on his stomach again, determining the best time to let Raphael out.

‘Are you awake?’ Sithero growled, patting his stomach. A soft squirming inside of him told him that the man was at least stirring, no doubt hungover.

“Ughh…” Raphael groaned, rolling in the glowing interior of the giant. He opened his eyes briefly, shutting them quickly when he was met with nothing but soft yellow hues.

‘As much as I don’t mind this, I think you need fresh air.’ Sithero sighed as he straightened his back and flexed his stomach, the soft folds compressing around Raphael as it pushed him upwards and into the giant’s esophagus. Not long after, Sithero leaned forward and allowed the human to slide into his mouth, completely soaked in saliva.

The giant held his mouth open, allowing the cooler air to fill the inside, chilling Raphael awake. The man woke with a jolt, eyes wide and dizzy as he took in the frightening view of enormous, sharp teeth encircling him.

“Oh, god.” He uttered, covering his eyes with his hands, incidentally bumping the empty rum bottle against his skull.

Sithero calmly tilted his head down and slid the human onto his palm, who was still clinging to the bottle. ‘Hmm, you got your rum back after all.’ The kraken chuckled.

“How… much did I drink…” Raphael groaned, tilting the bottle upside-down and dropping it in defeat. He wiped his forehead and neck, wincing at the gooey saliva coating him.

‘Nearly all of it. How do you feel?’ The kraken growled as he peered at the soggy man in his palm, expression softening at how disheveled he looked.

“I… I’m fine.” Raphael groaned as he rolled over in the giant’s palm, averting his gaze from the morning sunlight. “How long was I… in your mouth?”

Sithero blinked, unsure of how much Raphael remembered from last night. Did he have no recollection of climbing directly into his jaws and promptly going down his throat?

‘Ah, a good while. You should wash off.’ Sithero uttered as he turned and placed Raphael on the sand beside the water, who stumbled directly into the surf, submerging his entire body as he fell face-first.

Sithero watched the man slump into the ocean, jolting as he reached for him and promptly plucked his limp body out of the waves.

‘That’s one way to get clean, I suppose…’ The giant grumbled as he held Raphael between his thumb and forefinger, letting him drip onto the sand below.

“I’m awake, I’m awake…” Raphael groaned as he squirmed in the giant’s fingers. “You… ugh, you ate me, didn’t you?” He uttered as he pointed a finger at Sithero’s enormous striped face.

‘I don’t know what you mean.’ Sithero chuckled deeply as a tiny finger wagged at him.

“You swallowed me!” Raphael blurted.

‘Ah, that I did. Big difference.’ The kraken replied.

“What d’ya mean? I was in your stomach, you tellin’ me that’s not eatin’ me?” Raphael retorted, wriggling defiantly, though weakly.

‘You weren’t digested. Silly thing.’ Sithero rumbled as he set Raphael on the seat of his rowboat. ‘I intend to keep you safe, and that is what I did. Now settle down, drink some water.’

“What water? All I got to my name is…” Raphael trailed off as he looked down at the floor of the boat and saw that it was filled with a generous pile of assorted treasures, from necklaces and coins to daggers and swords. His green eyes glittered with delight.

“Is this all for me?” Raphael asked up at the giant, his tone vastly sweeter than before.

‘Yes, don’t go spending it all in one place.’ Sithero rumbled as he stretched up and glanced around, scanning the horizon for ships.

“I dunno what to say… this is all so… it’s enough to get me some land and my own ship!” Raphael exclaimed as he pored over the treasures. “How could I ever repay you?”

Sithero shrugged as he returned his gaze to the gleeful human. ‘No need, I enjoyed our time together, after all. I only ask that you visit me, should you find yourself in this area again.’

“That’s more than fair… are you leaving, then?” Raphael asked up at the giant, who leaned close to him and smiled.

‘Does Raphael want me to stay?’ The giant chuckled, more so when Raphael’s face flushed pink.

“I-I don’t wanna keep you… I also enjoyed our time together, though perhaps the rum is to blame for part of that…” Raphael said as he stared at the giant’s enormous lips.

‘Don’t worry, I know just what to do with a drunken sailor.’ Sithero winked, and Raphael’s heart sank into his chest.

“… Any chance you got rum on you?” He said shyly, rubbing his hands together in his lap as he looked up at the giant.

‘Sadly, no. Make sure you bring enough for me next time, though.’ Sithero said toothily as he tapped his enormous finger on the end of Raphael’s boat.

“So, tonight?” The man said, holding his breath in his chest.

‘Tonight.’

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch27 Coming Around Full Circle

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(The song used is Not Another Song About Love by Hollywood Ending linked below.

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The rustling of fabric over flesh were the only noises in the stillness of the evening that evening.

The lights mulling over nothing but sparkles and lace adorned upon the mass of people together in a single room preparing for the night to come. Roses were red. Violets blue. And the rainbow of sparkling eyeshadows and rosey cheeks would put such flowers to shame with expert hands going to and from from the hum of the excitement buzzing about like little fuzzy bees working their way from flower to flower. 

Pink orbs stared intently at a softer rounder face before then. A hand gently pushing her head up, lips falling apart lightly from how close they were. A cold color of yellow painting across her soft skin.

"Hold still, Makio. I'm almost done." The pink eyed woman smiled at her handiwork so far. A little make up brush dusted in sparkles and dandelion yellow brushing across the delicate skin of the other woman's eyelid. "Yellow really brings out your eyes. You're going to look so lovely when I'm finished."

"And how much longer am I gonna have to wait?" Said woman impatiently crossed her arms and frowned in annoyance. "I didn't even dress up this fancy when I got married!"

"Because it's a dance as well as Y/N's first date with all of us, so we are going to look nice. Tilt your head back up please."

Makio grumbled under her breath but didn't complain anymore as Kanae let her finish up her make up. Somewhere behind her was four other girls either putting blush on their faces or in Mitsuri and Hinatsuru's case trying to help her unstick a stuck zipper on the back of her pretty cotton candy pink dress with a big bow tied on her left hip. 

"I can't believe you got your hair stuck in the zipper."

"I can."

Hinatsuru ignored Makio's but in and just continued to pull Mitsuri's one giant French braid her hair was tied in front the zipper. "We might need to cut the ends of your hair just to get it loose."

"Im sorry! I didn't mean it! It just happened!" Said green eyes woman looked guilty as she stood there embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it. We all go through it at least once in our lives."

Mitsuri still looked pretty guilty about it letting her friend keep plucking out strands of hair from the cold metal zipper. It was the night that they had all been waiting for. Valentine's Day. The most romantic day of the year or so everyone says. Really any day or night could be the most romantic time of your life but there was something about this magical night that allowed them all to bask in the swoonful flow of fairy lights and cuddle up fondly with each other in the way only lovers could. But there was a reason why this particular holiday was so special for them-

"I think I have...feelings for you guys too."

The entire room had been shocked to receive the news from Giyuu. In fact most of them had thought that the stoic man had been joking with them all- Or well Tengen really. He was fully convinced this was just some big joke concocted by Gyomei to get back at them for everything. No one was entirely sure however but when she came in all nervous but serious, they knew something beyond a joke was happening. 

"But I'm not entirely sure if these feelings are superficial or real or just me mistaking admiration for you guys as love or-...Or whatever the case is. But I think the best way to see if there's anything to it would be to go on a date and see what happens. So...Would you guys mind if we go to the dance TOGETHER-together instead of friends?"

Now she had seen quite a lot in her days of being alive. From Mitsuri's inhuman appetite and strength to what she still swore was a real ghost in highschool (that thing crawling around the halls at night WAS a ghost and no one could tell her otherwise). But until that day she had absolutely never heard Sanemi falling to the floor half from shock. She thinks he was aiming to sit on the sofa behind him but missed because he didn't look and completely fell backwards. If the entire situation wasn't so shocking, Kanae was a hundred percent convinced Tengen would've laughed at him leading to a fight.

"I'm not making any promises that I WILL like you though. Maybe I will but I won't lie to you and say that the likelier end result is that I just won't either want the relationship you guys have or I don't like you like that after all. So I wanted to make that part clear and just say that, even if we don't date in the end, I still care about you guys a lot and still wanna be friends with you all either way."

She could accept that. It was a fair enough response to everything and if all that comes out of this is friendship then she'd love nothing more than to be Y/n's friend.  Eventually the make up was done with secured on Makio's face and she stood up to allow her to go examine herself. Ah. Looked like Hinatsuru was almost finished up with helping Mitsuri with untangling her hair and then they'd be fully ready to go meet Y/n and Gyomei in front of the University.  

"Got it!" A quick zipping noise got Mitsuri to smile again as her dress was finally done up with her hair now loose from its zipper. "There. Next time make sure your hair's not in the way."

Mitsuri bounced with excitement over to the nearest mirror looking at her reflection before a cherry red lipstick was held up to her lips as she started to put on her face. It seems everything was going well enough so far. However a knock on the door lead to a muffled voice announcing he was coming in before the door opened up and a moment later Kyojuro poked his head through the door smiling.

"I just wanted to let you all know that Gyomei called just now!," he announced loudly, the start of a black and white tux could be seen on him as well as a black silk bowtie around his neck. "He just picked up Y/n from her Aunt's and they're both on their way to the dance!"

"We're almost done!," Hinatsuru assured him quickly running to finish up late from helping Mitsuri. "Just give us a couple more minutes."

"Of course! Don't be too long now! We did promise to keep on schedule! You all look absolutely radiant by the way!"

He smiled again before ducking out of the room hearing them giggling from his compliment before he turned back to start walking down the stairs of his home and back towards the first floor. At the bottom of the stairs be found four other men in similar suits to his own getting ready by adjusting their ties or in Tengen's case forcing Obanai to tie his hair up for the evening.

"Well?" Sanemi grunted from where he stood looking annoyed. "Are they done yet?"

"They're almost done!"

"Almost? Why do girls always take so long putting on fuckin' makeup?"

"Because unlike you they want to look their best tonight." Tengen said without looking up from where Obanai winced from him still trying his hair back. "You seriously couldn't have just used hair gel once for your rat's next?"

In response Sanemi glared and pointed at him. "Oi. I put on the tie and I agreed to wear this monkey suit." He reached up his other hand to gently pull at his tie. Clearly being upset he wasn't allowed to open up his shirt as usual. "I'm already sufferin' enough with how tight this is!"

"Oh shut up and quit complaining. You look great! And I am not going to have you ruin my hard work just because you think it's stupid!"

"Is IS stupid!!"

"You can survive a few hours in it! Quite being a wuss! There!"

He finally let go of Obanai, who's choppy black hair was now neatly tied back in a similar way to Tengen's and winced reaching out to rub a soothing hand on his head from all the rough combing and yanking. Somehow Tengen had also managed to convince him to wear a reusable black face mask to match his suit instead of the blue throwaway medical masks he usually used. Looking around, he also noticed that he had gotten to already too. Said blue eyed man's long black hair was brushed over and instead of being worn in his usual ponytail, Tengen had made him wear it in a braid thrown over one of his shoulders. 

Right now Giyuu was examining his teeth in a mirror looking a bit unsure at the blue rose pinned to the front of his suit. Kyojuro himself was not immune to his boyfriend's game of fashion dress up too because he was looking at himself in a man bun as he watched Tengen pick up a comb and turn to Sanemi like a hunter cornering a bear. In response the second white haired man backed up a few steps from him. 

"Don't you even THINK about it!," he growled out.

"I don't care if you don't want it styled! You are at least going to brush it down so you're not looking like a crazy hobo who robbed a rental tux place!" Tengen threatened back brandishing the comb like a sword facing a dragon. "You can either hold still or I'll hold you down myself! You are NOT going to ruin it for us!"

"LIKE HELL I AM!!"

"Do it, Shinazugawa." Obanai gave them an annoyed look as Kaburamaru poked his his out curiously from inside his suit jacket at all the fuss. "If I have to suffer so do you!"

"AGREED!! We want to make a good impression for our first date with Y/n!" Sanemi looked at the flame haired man like he was crazy. "And if this is true that this is going to be the first dance she's ever had a chance to enjoy, then the least we can do is look nice for her! As Tengen said, it'll only be for a few hours at most!" Kyojuro tilted his head at him. "So wouldn't it be nicer to just give her the image of you so handsome that she might love you on sight?"

Sanemi stared at Kyojuro for s long, quiet moment before growling out. "FINE. But I swear if you even try to put any hair spray near me-"

"You'll bite my head off. I know." Tengen scowled himself coming closer still holding up that comb. "Now hold still!"

Sanemi looked like he would throw a punch the entire time Tengen brushed through his messy bed head looking hair with the comb followed by his hand trying to smooth down any wild ends sticking out of the normally rugged looking man. He tried to smooth his bangs back too but they kept popping back over Sanemi's face. Without hair gel or spray being used Tengen gave up trying to fix that and just did what he could. Which honestly...Sanemi didn't look too bad. Still annoyed but better looking now. He glared at everyone around him until there was the sound of a door opening upstairs and the sounds of heels walking along the floor. Ah. Just in time.

"It's about time! Why does it always take you all so-...long?"

 Anything else died on his tongue the moment he saw the women descending the stairs in perfect make up and the gorgeous dresses. Both he and Obanai shared the same wide eyed, open mouthed expressions upon seeing the girls all dressed up and ready to go.

"Whoa. You all look as flashy as newly polished diamonds!" Of course Tengen was the first to respond seeing them earning a squeal from Suma at the praise. "Haven't seen you all dress up this beautiful since my wedding ceremony."

"Thank you. Are you guys ready to go?"

"As soon as lover boy over here picks his jaw off the floor." Again Sanemi shot Tengen a flare only this time red faced. 

"Why don't we just head on over now!?" Kyojuro piped up before the two could start arguing again. "I bet Gyomei and Y/n are catching a cold waiting for us to show up already."

"Good idea. Don't forget to grab your coats."

They didn't argue on that all willing to leave and show up before they could all be considered late and make a bad first impression on the date.

************

"Where are they?"

You shuffled on the cold sidewalk leading to the K.U.'s gates. The bottom of your dress held up by your hands to avoid getting wet by the snow or stepped on by the tens of people walking around you. A decent few of them walking past you were dressed up in suits or pretty dresses no doubt either on the way to the University's dance or somewhere fancy to spend the romantic evening. The sun had just set letting the early stars bleed out and the still cold air set in. You both stood there for what seemed like forever waiting for the rest of your group to arrive. 

"I'm sure they'll be here soon," Gyomei assured you with a calm smile. "Knowing them, Tengen's just making them look their best. He's very picky about these sorts of things."

Yeah. That sounded like Tengen. You were still nervous however. You'd been on a double date before with your cousin once but you'd never been on a quadruple date especially with you literally going on a date with everyone involved. The nerves didn't go away when your aunt helped you change into this get up, and slapped a choker and diamond earrings on you, and made you sit for at least two hours tying your hair up in a bun and putting makeup on you.

"I'm gonna make you look so beautiful, there's no way I'm not gonna end up with at least a hundred niece and nephew in laws." Her words not yours.

You were embarrassed about her insisting on taking a million pictures of you and then joking with Gyomei about getting you home before midnight. Thankfully he didn't make a big deal about it other than saying you must've looked beautiful if your aunt was making such a big deal about it. For once you were thankful for his blindness. You didn't think you could handle him getting as flustered as you were already.

"Well I hope they hurry. I'm starting to get cold out here."

"Would you like my jacket?"

"N-No. It's ok. You need it right now and I'm sure they'll be here eventually."

No sooner had you said that then the sounds of loud and fast heels clacking against the pavement came running up towards the sight of the very tall man causing Gyomei to turn his head in their direction and a voice called out above everyone's.

"MEI!! IM SO SORRY WE'RE LATE!!" Gyomei didn't budge an inch when suddenly a force rammed hard enough into his middle to make him give off a loud 'oof' sound. "WE GOT HERE AS FAST AS WE COULD!! "

Mitsuri had arrived followed up much slower by everyone else as they came up from where they parked and walked to the venue. Mitsuri spotting the tall figure of Gyomei first and tackled hugged him like usual. 

"Mitsy, don't do that. You'll ruin your make up."

You blinked from where you stood on Gyomei's other side, right behind him and out of sight so they didn't notice you were there at first. However you recognized the other voice as Tengen's. Guess they all arrived on time just as they promised. 

"It's good to finally see you all. I bet you look absolutely ravishing tonight."

"THANK YOU!!" Ah. Kyojuro. "You look very handsome yourself! But I don't see any signs of Y/n. Is she inside already?"

"No." He turned back towards you backing up for them to see. "She's right here."

All at once eleven pairs of eyes were on you and your eyes widened as wide as theirs did. Oh my gosh. They all looked so good! The guys in tuxes ranging in slightly different styles, and some had bowties while others had ties (in Kyo's case he wore a red tie that matched his hair). Some had flowers pinned to their suits as well like Sanemi. The girls however were REALLY beautiful! Both Kanae and Shinobu wore similar purple shades but the only difference was that while Kanae's dress was pretty plain compared to everyone else's, Shinobu's had a strange black vien pattern that reminded you of a butterfly. Hinatsuru's was also a shade of purple but had a floral pattern at the bottom of hers. Suma's was a dark blue with lighter blue bows decorating it. Makio's was the only traditional dress of the group, a red-orange kimono also with a floral pattern. Mitsuri's was probably the most unique of the group being a Lolita style dress with cherry blossoms, bows, and lace.

"Oh wow. You guys look amazing!"

"Us...YOU LOOK POSITIVELY RADIANT!!" Tengen paused to look at Sanemi..and then reached out to push Sanemi's mouth closed again as the white haired man kept staring in awe at you. "Close your mouth before you catch flies."

Sanemi shit him a look but Gyomei gestured to the entrance to the University. "How about we just head on inside now that everyone is here? It's quite chilly."

There was no arguments with that and together with you clinging to Gyomei for support from your wobbly walking thanks to the dumb heels and made your way along with countless other people towards where two people were playing bouncers for one big doorway leading towards the auditorium you think. Stopping people dressed in suits and dresses until they paid the amount required to go inside. Weird to have to pay for a party but you supposed it was to pay for the decor and other things used for the party within. Stepping in the long line and waiting to pay the fee to be let in was the actual boring part.

Oh you hoped you didn't trip and smear your make up. There was one thing that pulled your attention away from them however. The distant noises of crowd chatter and light classical music which got louder and louder until you came across an open pair of doubles doors and you were lead into the BIGGEST single room you had ever been inside. The ceiling as high as two a two floor house, white everywhere, more chandeliers that reflected in the shiny polished floor, tons of tables and chairs all white themed, a small elevated stage where the music was coming from, and a lllloooonngggg table chalk FULL of food!! Oh. That explains the delicious smells. But there was also a LOT more people than you expected. 

Students and staff alike were crammed around the place in pretty dresses or tuxes under the dim light and red and pink Valentine's Day decor strung out everywhere. Some dancing to the way too loud music or gorging on the cheap snacks on the table.

You were finally able to sit town when he chose a table right by a corner here there wasn't a whole lot of people and pulled out a chair for you before able to plop yourself down in it. Your feet were KILLING you-

"How are you feelin'?'', he asked you gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Miserable. My feet feel like I hiked a million miles across legos."

"Legos?"

"Uh..Nevermind. I'll be fine if I don't walk around too much...Oh jeez. I guess that means no food-"

"I'll get it it for you no problem!"

You blinked up at him before holding up your hands. "Mei. No." You shook your head. "I'm not going to make you be my waiter on top of a forklift."

"And watch you struggle until you fall over and get hurt again?" ...Oh..Well you guessed that was a fair enough point. It would be a bad thing if you fell in front of everyone. He patted your shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll be right back. Stay here and off your feel for a bit. It'll be alright."

"Oh alright."

He gave a small smile before turning and wondering off towards the direction of the food table and left you sitting there to relax and groan in your chair to rest your feet. Oh boy. You should've put your foot down when your aunt slapped these shoes on your feet.

"Are you ok?" Mitsuri glanced at you from where she was still standing next to you. 

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm just not used to wearing heels." The last time you wore heels was over a whole year ago at your cousin's wedding. But even the you hadn't worn them too long. "I don't think I'm ever gonna wear them again after tonight."

"Do you need to run home and get them? I can drive you back."

"No, no." You waved off Sanemi's offer. "Thank you but I'll survive. It's only for a few hours."

"Tch. That's what Tengen said about this monkey suit."

"I think you look good."

"Eh?!"

Kyojuro glanced once at Sanemi's red faced before rolling his eyes, and pulling up a chair to the sand table you were sitting at. "I think Mei has the right idea. You ladies take a seat. We'll be the gentlemen and bring you all some drinks and food."

"Aw. How sweet of you." Shinobu accepted the chair Kyojuro pulled out for her, carefully sliding it back into place as she sat down.

"Don't worry, Y/n. We'll be sure Mei brings you back some food too."

"You guys don't have to."

Giyuu held up a hand. "No. You're here to have a date with us. We're going to pay for your fees and make sure you girls have a good time. Rest your feet and we'll serve you."

You opened your mouth and held up a hand to protest but Makio reached out to lower your hand as the boys did the same pulling out chairs for their girls before leaving to fetch the food. Well ..if they were offering then you guessed that it was ok. 

"Just enjoy yourself, Y/n. We're here to make sure YOU have a good time at this date. Oh. That reminds me. Stick out your arm."

You blinked at her. "...What?"

"Just stick out your arm will ya?" You were confused but slowly did. You watched as out of no where Makio pulled out a small thing of white roses and leaves before tying them around your wrist quickly. "THERE! That's done."

Blinking you held up your wrist feeling the soft string keeping the flowers in place. "What is it?"

"A corsage. Everyone gets their date a corsage for a dance. Duh! We didn't know what you'd where so we got you these. White goes with anything."

Your eyes widened at the flowers tied around your arm. "For me? They're beautiful. Thank you-"

THUNK!!

You jumped as Shinobu just slapped down a box tied with a red bow before pushing it towards you. "Here. Everyone knows you get flowers and candy for Valentine's Day so take this too." Kanae groaned at her sister's blunt response to this but then again what would anyone suspect from Shinobu?

"Oh. Thanks."

You just scooted the box to the side for now and waited with them until the boys got back carrying small plates of party food and red throwaway cups of punch for everyone. Well I'm Tengen's case carrying three of each for his wives, and Obanai got a good few looks from everyone for literally stealing and entire tray of cupcakes and shoving like five cups of punch on it for Mitsuri. Ah. You'd almost forgotten about her humongous appetite. 

Overall the night was going well so far.

"Y/n, Shinobu told me you borrowed her books. How far are you through them? Because I have this great romance novel about this elf prince falling for this commoner human girl-"

You were happy to chat with Hinatsuru also about her book collection and with the sisters about their books for a out twenty minutes as Mitsuri busied herself by scarfing down cupcakes and gulping down cup after cup of punch as Obanai gazed lovingly at her as usual. That was until the generic love showtimes faded out and an older woman in a suit n skirt looking like she just walked out of a business feelings walked on the stage to the mic.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," a woman's voice spoke from the elevated stage over towards the other side of the room, "Thank you all for coming tonight. It's been an honor to host you all for the evening. Even more so with such fantastic guests. It is my honor to introduce a very special performance tonight for you all of you tonight. Please give a big hand to our music department here to perform this evening."

A few people your age started to climb in stage with instruments and you glanced up at them briefly. A band? It was then that Sanemi looked at Kanae softly with an almost embarrassed pink face.

"H-Hey." She hummed turning to him. With a gulp his eyes glanced at the dancefloor where people still were probably waiting for the next song to start up before dancing again. "You..wanna da-dance?"

She smiled so sweetly. "Nemi, I'd love to." His face quickly went from pink to red when she grabbed his hand.

"That sounds like fun!" Suma looked around the table. "Who else wants to dance?!"

"That does sound fun." You turned to Mei. You never got the chance to dance before so you were excited to do it once even if these heels killed you. "Do you want to dance?"

To your surprise he gave a sad smile before shaking his head. "I'm afraid I can't. I've never learnt how to dance and I always end up stepping on someone's foot and hurting them. On top of that I have two left feet so I wouldn't be much of a dance partner."

"Hey! She can dance with one of us!" Tengen gladly offered smoothing his hair back with a smile. "I of course am a flamboyant dancer!~ Probably the most flamboyant dancer here!"

Obanai took a moment of looking away from Mitsuri scarfing down her last cupcake to give him a raised brow. "Isn't Mitsuri the dance major here?"

He waved off the deadpanned man. "Ok, ok. I'm the GUY here with the most dance experience. So she could totally go dance with one of us if she really wants to." Obanai rolled his eyes at him.

You glanced at Tengen, then at Obanai, before smiling back up to Tengen. "That's a really kind offer, Tengen." Said white haired man puffed out his chest. "Iguro, do you wanna go dance with me?"

"WHAT?!" Both men looked at you wide eyed as the words left your mouth, and Sanemi had to turn his head to hide a snort.

A hand gestured to the surprised looking black haired man. "It's only fair. Obi's the one I spent the least time with so it's only fair to ask him to dance with me." Tengen sputtered as Sanemi failed to repress snickers as you smiled at Obanai. "How about it, Obanai? Wanna dance?"

"I-I-I-I-..." He stuttered giving a look around the table before pointing at himself. "Me? I-Im not a...g-good dancer."

"Sure you are, Obi!" Mitsuri through an arm over his shoulder. "You help me tango and waltz all the time! You're great at dancing!" He gave her an unsure wide eyed look. "It'll be fun! Plus you need to spend more time with her too so you can't back out!"

"I-I-..Ok?" He was able to squeak out.

With a smile you both slowly stood up. You trying not to trip from your heels and Obanai nervous as heck. He stiffly with Mitsuri's encouragement walked on over to you and held out a shaking hand. Tengen was still staring in disbelief as you slowly grabbed him and stood up with Sanemi still laughing at Tengen's face.

"Let it out!~ Been buildin' up!~ Ya better let it out.~ Say everything you've been meaning now!~ I want it ta burn!~," Piers began singing to the more gentle rock music, he must've been singing for the event, "When you tell me m' such a wreck it isn't easy cleaning up your mess.~ It's like I got a rope 'round my neck.~ She says it won't hurt.~ But everythin' ya do makes my heart race!~ I can't even think straight!~ Is this jus' a game to you?~ Reruns every night!~ It's always the same fight an' I think you should know!~ I hate your touch!~ I hate your mouth!~ I can't stand every single word that comes out!~ But you're all that I've been dreamin' of!~ This is not 'nother sonng 'bout love!~ I hate your voice!~ I hate your lips!~ I hate how bad I wanna steal your kiss!~ But you're all I've been dreamin' of!~ This is not 'nother song about love!~"

You winced on the inside as you allowed him to walk you away from your table. Each step feeling like you were walking on legos agonizingly slowly and you prayed that you would not fall during this dance. Since you...well never danced before. Boy if there was any point in your life you'd need help it'd be now. You could feel everyone else looking  in your direction as Obanai made his way to the dancefloor surrounded by other couples and shakily guided you into the dancing position of one hand holding your hand and the other one your hip.

"Are you ok?"

He quickly nodded avoiding eye contact. 

"You're pretty cute when you're shy-"

"D-, Don't say anything that could break my concentration!!" His face turned a cute pink as you giggled at his reaction.

"Asphyxiated jus' ta say the least!~ And with you're eyes you're sufficatin' me!~ Emptied my lungs!~ It's gettin' hard to breath!~ You couldn't care less.~ But everything ya do makes my heart race!~ I can't even think straight!~ Is this jus' a game to you?~ Reruns every night.~ It's always the same fight n' I think you should know.~ I HATE your touch!~ I HATE your mouth!~ I CAN'T STAND every single word that falls out!~ But you're all I've been dreamin' of!~ This 's not another song 'bout love!~ I HATE your voice!~ I HATE your lips!~ I HATE how bad I wanna steal your kiss!~ But you're all I've been dreamin' of!~ This is NOT another song about love!~"

Despite the more rock style of the song, Obanai preferred to slow dance which was both painful and good because it meant you could just waddle-rock from side to side enough to pass as dancing and not trip aside from how much your feet ached. Now only if you didn't have to wear heels.

"The sky fades from blue to gray!~ Her touch is jus' like an ocean!~ Still m' drowining!~ How bad I wanna sink an' let it take me away!~ I don't know why I come back!~ I do every time!~ We get close to the end!~ It's the finish line!~ Sing these words for the girl I've been dreamin' of!~ Is this jus' another song 'bout love?~ Let it out!~ Been building up.~ I better let it out.~ Say everything I've been meanin' now.~ Dreamin' 'bout.~ I mean it now.~ I NEED IT NOW!~" You blinked up towards the stage and blue eyes met f/c ones. "I NEED your touch.~ I have NO doubt.~ I WANT your love 'til it all runs out.~ Cause YOU'RE all I've been dreamin' of!~ Is this jus' 'nother song about love?~ I NEED your voice!~ I NEED your lips!~ I NEED you bad!~ I WANNA steal your kiss!~ Cause YOU'RE all I've been dreamin' of!~ This is jus' another song about love!~"

As the song ended there was a small round of applause from a few tables sitting next to the stage and a few people who still stood by said stage to watch the performance up close and stood staring at you for a moment until you stopped. Obanai jolted a bit from your sudden stop.

"Thank you for that stunning performance. Now please welcome the band Shiners Eyes with their number Waltzen Du Pika."

"Is something wrong?"

"Huh?" He blinked back at the you before blinking and clearing his throat. Removing his hands from you and taking a step back. "No. But the song is over."

"Oh..But the next song is starting." He blinked as you grabbed his hands again and nearly fainted when you put them back on your hips before placing your hands on his shoulders smiling at the close proximity. "Let's dance again! It's fun! And I like dancing with you!"

He visibly gulped before slowly nodding. "Ok..B-But this is o-ok right?..Being this close to you? I want to make sure I'm not misunderstanding anything."

"If it wasn't I wouldn't have wanted to keep dancing with you."

He was a cherry red for the entire rest of the second song before someone tapped you on the shoulder near the end and you stopped to turn your head and found Mitsuri standing there beaming.

"Y/n, can I have the next dance with you?!"

"Sure, Mitsuri! I never danced with another girl before so it might be fun!"

Her response was to squeal out loud and pull you by the arm to her to come and slow dance with her. Then you were pulled away into a soft of group dance with more of the other girls and Giyuu whom you suspected was dragged over to come dance with you all by Shinobu. Then by the fifth or sixth song you felt another tap on your shoulder, and when you turned this time you met Tengen face to face whom smiled widely, bowed, and offered his hand like a cliche prince.

"Beauteous Maiden, maybe I have the honor of having this next dance?~"

More giggled were heard around you as you rolled your eyes but extended a hand. "Oh. It wouldeth be thing honor to accompany the prince to the ball?"

He smiled totally into playing the prince. "I thank thee, Oh lovely damsel. Let us waltz the night away like lovers in the night.~"

"Lead on thy noble steed!" You said with a overdramatic curtsy.

You had to try not to burst out laughing yourself as he lead you off to your fifth or sixth dance in a row now as some other members of the music department played a romantic violin and piano duet. Another slow dance is what he gave you as you laughed but just now realized exactly how wobbly and sore your legs were from standing in these uncomfortable heels for so long. The notion only made you grip onto Tengen tighter.

He noticed giving a glance to your hands holding onto him before looking back to you. "Are you alright there? I'm not doing anything to make you uncomfortable am I?"

You blinked at him for a moment before chuckling at the sweet sentiment. Aw. He was so sweet sometimes. "It's perfectly fine..Uh. But there's one thing you should know."

"What?"

"I lost feeling in my feet and my legs are about to give out."

As soon as you said that you staggered a bit, thankfully he grabbed you in an instant and pulled you to him. "Whoa there! Sheesh. I guess you weren't kidding about those shoes actually hurting huh?"

"What do YOU think?"

"Um...Do you just want to go and get another drink before the night ends?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Food's good."

The rest of the walk was thankfully uneventful. With help from him you managed to get back to the table and was able to sit down again giving your incredibly sore feet a rest as you hissed and winced at the throbbing soreness from dancing in shoes that pinched you for so long. A few seconds later Kyojuro handed you over another cup full of that pink fruit punch with a smile.

"Thanks, Kyo." You gratefully took it from him feeling your throat getting dry already.

"Of course!" He smiled brightly at you. "Rest up a few minutes and then we'll go!"

You stopped gulping down the drink in your mouth to raise a brow. "Go?"

He nodded. "But of course! We're taking you out for dinner as well! Tengen painted a mural for a four star restaurant nearby and they owed him a favor! He managed to reserve us all a big table  for dinner tonight!!"

Your jaw dropped at the notion of it. "Dinner too? This is all too much."

"Not at all!" He winked at you. "This is just a Valentine's Day for you to remember! We'll go once you're ready."

That was ten minutes ago. Now you were smooshed between Giyuu and Sanemi in the back of Obanai's old van with a few other of your friends while Kyojuro was driving everyone else in his own car. The plan was to have dinner and then drop everyone off at home before midnight. Sounded fine to you. It was getting late but not late enough to calm it a night yet so dinner at the restaurant sounded nice.

The drive was dark and Obanai offered to put on your favorite music on the way over which was kind of him. The restaurant Tengen had decided on was a fancy restaurant with those chefs that cooked your food in front of you. Definitely a place Tengen would pick out considering how fancy or 'flashy' it was. What ended up happening was that the enormity of your group meant that everyone had to split between two tables and chefs but no one seemed bothered. You were more bedazzled by the chef expertly tossing up knives only to catch them again. Cooking the best tasting steam striped and sushi you've ever tasted right in front of you, and letting yourself get lost in how DELICIOUS their chocolate cake was when you ordered it.  You tried to cover your share of even leave a top but once again your hand was lowered by Tengen once you dug your card from your purse.

"No, no, no." He shook his head with a smile holding up his own hand where a card was held between two of his fingers. "I am paying for EVERYONE here.~ So you just put that card away and let us spoil you tonight.~"

He didn't even let you pay the tip despite offering, so you had no choice but to allow them to pay for you before leading you back into the car to drop you off at your own home. 

"So, did you have a good time?" Shinobu asked from the front seat next to Obanai as he drove nearing your home which was two streets away now. 

You nodded beaming with a bright smile on your face. "I think I can honestly say this was the best date of my entire life! I had so much fun with all of you! Thank you!"

"Don't mention it," Obanai mumbled slowly coming to a stop at a stop sign before turning the steering wheel sideways to turn onto your street. But his face was a pink again. "It's the very least we could do." The old beat up van slowly pulled up to a stop in front of your house before stopping. 

You were home. With a smile you leaned up in your seat before patting Iguro on the shoulder making him jump in surprise. "I do mean it, Iguro. Thank you all. Oh. And thanks for driving me home."

The green yellow eyed man didn't say anything back as you slowly excited the van hissing still from the soreness of your feet and holding up your dress to keep it from dragging against the ground. But you were confused when Giyuu got out of the van with you.

"Let me walk you to your door."

"Oh. It's ok."

"I insist. Besides you could accidentally call on the ice walking in those things." He gestured to your heels.

".... That's a fair enough point."

Clinging to one of Giyuu's offered arms, he helped you wobble walk on VERY sore feet up the driveway and up your steps before stopping at the door and you smiled at him. 

"Tell everyone else thank you for me. Ok? I mean it. I really had fun tonight."

He simply nodded. "I will. Will you be ok?"

"I will be as soon as I get out of these heels." Giyuu blinked as you suddenly hugged him giving a tight squeeze before backing away to dig through your purse and pulling out the keys. He said nothing as you unlocked the door and opened it. "You guys drive safely. Ok? It's still pretty snowy out. I can't wait to go on our second date soon."

Giyuu froze going wide eyed as you disappeared inside. "Second date?" You didn't hear him as the door had already closed.

He stood there for a out five seconds staring off into space before he stiffly turned on his heel and walked back to his ride home. Slowly climbing in as everyone looked at him...Sanemi nudged his side as he kept staring off into space.

"So what'd she say?"

"....She Wants to go on a second date-"

The van lurched to a stop as Obanai whipped around to look at the back seat wide eyed.

"SECOND DATE?!"

*****

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

In the special, why emonette couldn't make a wish? Was it because of Supreme leader?

hello october anon, i'm very sorry for the delay i've had such a time but believe me when i say toxigriffe hasn't left my brain. i'm about to give you so much more of an answer to what you asked (but dw there will be pictures)

so it looks like whatever seal plikki have on their mouths does belong to the supreme. and it appears that even in their true forms this seal still lasts.

and it's not just a block either. it seems like resisting actually hurts plikki, like a shock collar.

and then right after marinette makes the wish, the seal appears again beneath her feet.

whatever power the supreme has, it's more powerful than the wish. but what could have made the supreme so powerful to begin with? my theory is this: the supreme got a hold of the ladybug and black cat miraculous (maybe even the whole miracle box) and made a wish. we don't know what it was, but it seems that there's evidence enough to back up the inclusion of the clause that no one can supercede their wish. that's what makes them the supreme.

lets take a look at what the miracle box looks like in fu and then marinette's possesion:

and then here's the supreme's (from the intro), complete with their symbol and everything:

doesn't it look like the symbol of the order of the guardians?? just with an x superimposed over it??? and since fu had the lb & bc miraculouses at the start of the series, maybe this miracle box that the supreme acquired as the guardian also had those miraculous. that's how toxigriffe ended up getting their proper miraculous in the paris special!!

i think the intro is telling us a story of what happened, actually. first, the supreme got a hold of the miracle box. next, they made a wish. (i assume it's an image of the wish, given what the wish looked like in re-creation)

the image splits into hexagons, with the one with the wish happening forming in the center. i'm guessing all those other hexagons are parallel worlds, and this world in the center is the one the supreme became the supreme of

then we get an image of this person, who i assume is the supreme, given the giant x they are standing in front of - the same symbol that blocks the guardian insignia on the box and on plikki's mouths. like all the fractured worlds featured in the previous image, the supreme stands in the midst of fractured pieces of what looks like glass.

maybe all the shards represent worlds the supreme has tried to take over before, but failed to. maybe they are all the worlds the supreme has conquered already. or maybe the broken mirrors are meant to parallel the supreme to poor emonette, whose misuse of her powers (under the supreme's threat of her life) have fractured her body and soul.

but unlike emonette, the supreme doesn't have the miraculous of creation. the supreme isn't the girl who can fix anything.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, YOU WANNA KNOW WHO I THINK IT IS? (you know who i think it is!!)

to begin with, we get this sneak peek of the supreme's suit. those colors are unmistakeably purple and gray (and green but idk why that's there).

who know who else would have a purple suit?

YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE HAS AN X SHAPE?

YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END OF RE-CREATION?

YOU KNOW WHO CAN GRANT UNIVERSE-HOPPING POWERS??????

the person with the butterfly miraculous, that's who.

maybe there's a reason the supreme wants the butterfly back so badly. the toxigriffe universe is a universe where the supreme doesn't have a complete miracle box after all. at least, it was when we left off.

but maybe s6 will change that.

[quillkiller]

microfic: effiebarty, 1.3k words, mature.

age gap (barty 22, effie 46), cheating, referenced abuse (barty’s father), mild sexual content

Barty huffed out a not-so-surprised laugh when his back hit the couch, looking up at the lust filled brown eyes that, in turn, were looking down at him. Christ, he thought. He was in way over his head. 

Nowhere else he'd rather be, though. 

It had been his fathers idea– to help out at the Potter’s. Maybe befriend Fleamont Potter’s only son, James Potter, the loud arrogant fucker. The most important task at hand, though, was to be at Mr. Potters side. Offer your assistance, his father said. Whatever he wants, and maybe something will become of you. 

Barty had expected Mr. Potter to open the goddamn gates to the pretentious fucking mansion he was living in, but instead he was met with the Missus. It was early in the morning and she had been wearing a mint green silk robe and not much else. Hair a little messy and unkempt, unimpressed look on her face. Twenty years Barty’s senior, at the very least. 

“Fuck me,” Barty had exhaled, inelegant and inappropriate. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but in his defense his father always did say he couldn’t beat him into a proper young man.

Certainly didn’t stop him from trying though. 

Mrs. Potter raised one single eyebrow, raised her coffee cup to her lips and watched him as his eyes followed the motion, and then stepped aside to let him in. She laughed, a quiet mischievous little thing, when his breath caught in his throat. 

“Fuck me,” he repeated through a breathy laugh. 

“Unlikely.” an amused Mrs. Potter said. 

Barty did whatever Mr. Potter told him to, which were all bullshit jobs that certainly wouldn’t help the bloody career he didn’t even care about in the first place. He brought him coffees, cleaned their giant fucking pool, ran errands– and on some, very rare, occasions he was to follow James around. Take notes, Mr. Potter said. 

Barty had punched people for a lot fucking less. 

It could’ve been worse, though. His anger simmered away immediately when he entered the kitchen to find Mrs. Potter already there, standing by the kitchen island. She’d pour him a cup of coffee and ask him how he takes it. She was a bloody goddess, too good for this house, in the early morning sun peeking through the large kitchen windows. 

Barty would say something stupid like: your husband is waiting for me. 

Mrs. Potter would grin and say: you’d rather drink your coffee with him? 

Fuck no, he’d laugh. He figured he could steal five minutes of the day, just to share them with the Missus of the house. Mr. Potter wouldn’t miss him, certainly. Maybe Barty would even survive this bullshit not-even-a-job without breaking something if Mrs. Potter would continue to indulge him. If she’d let his greedy eyes watch her. He felt like a stain in her presence, afraid to get too close and infect her with his filth. 

She stepped closer, entering his personal space, and raised the cup of coffee for him to grab. Their fingers brushed when he took it. She hadn’t flinched at the touch. Hadn’t wrinkled her nose in disgust. She let her fingers linger, just a little, before removing them. 

Good boy, she’d said. 

Barty nearly dropped the coffee cup on the floor.

Since then, she would always wait for him in the kitchen when he came down. Or at least he’d like to think she was waiting. For him. And when he was cleaning their pool, she’d come out and offer him a cold drink. Sometimes she’d stay, lower herself onto one of the tanning chairs with a book. Sneak a glance or two, and maybe, just maybe, Barty would throw his shirt off. Claiming it’s too bloody hot out. Maybe Mrs. Potter’s glances would increase after that.

Yeah, it could’ve been worse. 

“Why are you here, anyway?” Mrs. Potter asked one afternoon, outstretched on her tanning chair in a white silk robe and another book in her hands. She liked books. Maybe Barty would bring her one of his own someday. 

“Why are you?” Barty challenged, and fished a cigarette from out of his back pocket. He raised his eyebrows towards the older woman, as if to ask do you mind? 

Mrs Potter shrugged, “My husband wouldn’t like it if he knew,” 

Barty didn’t know which question she was answering, but he lit up the cigarette and brought it to his lips. Mrs Potter watched him do it. “And you?” he asked. 

Mrs. Potter laughed, a bright thing Barty wanted to hear more of. He felt the burning heat of jealousy bubbling up in his chest at the thought that Mr. Potter got to hear it. Probably a lot, even. Maybe from their shared marital bed, where he touched her in ways he didn’t fucking deserve.

“You’re cocky, you know that?” 

“I’ve been accused of worse things.” 

“I’m sure you can be a good boy,” Mrs Potter teased, “when you want to be,” 

Barty fought the urge to drop to his knees and crawl over to her on all fours. He wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t salivating, like a dog with a bone just out of reach. He wondered if Mrs. Potter was doing it on purpose, dangling it infront of him like this. It certainly didn’t stop his imagination from running wild. 

They held each other's gaze, tension heavy in the air. Barty knew he was blushing, but he didn’t look away. His knees would buckle, though, any second now, he was sure of it. The thought only made him blush further. He wouldn’t mind falling to his knees in front of Mrs. Potter. Wouldn’t mind submitting to her every whim, really, if that’s what she wanted 

Mrs. Potter bit her lip and lowered her gaze just slightly. She put her book down on the ground, ever so slowly— and allowed her legs to part, her silk robe loosening sinfully as her legs continued to spread. 

The cigarette fell from Barty’s lips, long since forgotten. He was about to say something, to maybe possibly object. Remind her of her bore of a useless husband, before he realised he absolutely didn’t care. Couldn’t care less, really, as his gaze lowered and watched as Mrs. Potter’s fingers reached the hem of her swim wear. 

“Mrs–” 

“Effie,” she interrupted. 

Heat pooled in his chest, his belly— his entire body. He swallowed tightly as her fingers dipped even lower. Someone would kill him for this, he thought. If they ever found out. 

He bit his own lip until he could taste the metallic tang of blood. Mrs Potter - Effie, he corrected - moaned as her hand disappeared between her legs, not looking away from him once.  

His knees buckled. 

“Watch,” Effie commanded, “no touching,” 

He’d die a lucky fucking man, though. He’d let Effie herself kill him, gladly, if that’s what she wanted. Whatever she fucking wanted. He’d lay his head down on her knee, like someone would lay their head on the execution block, and he’d look up at her so fucking sweetly. 

That’s how he had ended up here, with his back against the couch– in a pool house with a married woman. Not knowing or caring where her husband was. His fathers words echoed in his mind, demanding Barty do whatever Mr. Potter asked of him. Offer your assistance, his father had said. 

Effie straddled him, hand around his throat and robe falling off her shoulders. Sure, Mr. Potter hadn’t asked him to do this, but if that idiot couldn’t keep his wife satisfied then someone would have to do it for him. A woman like Effie should always be satisfied. Should have whatever she fucking wanted, whenever she wanted it. He was simply offering his assistance. 

Effie closed her hands around his wrists, keeping them above his head. “Will you keep them there?” she whispered, gently rolling her hips. “for me?” 

Way, way over his fucking head. 

“Anything,” he stuttered. 

“Good boy.” 

[icycoldninja]

FLUFFCEMBER DAY#10: (Loki x Reader)

The Prank

“Alright, let’s go over the plan one more time,” You sighed exhaustedly, bending over a crudely drawn blueprint of your house that had been created with a pack of old crayons you’d found hidden in a nearby drawer.

“Thor’s gonna walk into the house from here,” You pointed to a big orange rectangle that represented your front door, “which gives him a clear view of the living room. He’s gonna look around for me for a while, then he’ll likely poke around in either the kitchen or the dining room,” you tapped your fingers on a blue square and a green rectangle. “I will be in the dining room, standing on the table, and as soon as I hear him coming, I’ll scream at the top of my lungs. That’s your cue, Loki.”

“And I shall come scuttling out from under the cupboards right as that big oaf walks into the room, giving him the fright of his life, which hopefully ends in a fatal heart attack.” The dangerous smile on his face told you Loki was entirely serious.

“No.”

“Oh, alright, just a…bit of cardiac excitement, then.”

“Cardiac excitement…what the hell are you on?” You repeated under your breath, turning away and scratching your head, glancing briefly at the wall clock behind you. “Well, Thor’s gonna be here any second now. Better get to our positions.”

You never thought you would be standing in your living room helping Loki of all people execute a prank, but you didn’t know that a couple of days ago or you would have never decided to host a social event. A few days prior, you had invited Thor over for dinner because you wanted him and Loki to bond in manners that didn’t involve death or near-death experiences. A nice, quiet dinner with just the three of you seemed like the best way to do it, so of course, it was unanimously accepted. You should have known Loki had some kind of devious plan the moment he said yes—there was no other reason why he would agree so quickly to spending some time with his brother, whom he otherwise never got along with.

And as expected, the god of mischief was up to something. His current idea was arguably more tame than previous ones, but only because you put your foot down and told him that no blood shall be spilt within your house, especially on the living room carpet. Though he acquiesced your demand, the pompous ass also expected you to do something in return, and that was to help him with his scheme, which turned out to involve rats. Well, really, it was Loki pretending to be a rat with his magic, a giant one at that—he’d given you a sneak peek of what you’d be dealing with so you could decide how much screaming would count as an appropriate reaction, and you had to admit, that thing he became was horrifying. It was the ugliest, hairiest, most hideous rodent you’d ever seen—had you not known that furry creature was actually Loki, you would have fled the house the moment you saw it. Though both of you knew that Thor wasn’t afraid of rats by any possible stretch of the imagination, you were sure that he wouldn’t be expecting something this huge, especially not on Earth, so it was safe to say he’d get startled, at the very least. Why Loki needed to borrow some crayons to draw a blueprint of your house for such a simple prank was beyond your knowledge, though. Perhaps it was just one of those things only crazy Asgardian gods understood.

Climbing onto the dining room table, you found your philosophical-leaning thought process cut short. Now was time to act—literally, because your doorbell was ringing.

“Come on in, it’s unlocked!” You shouted. Just a few seconds later, the front door swung open, heavy footsteps filling the hall. You remained upon the dining room table, looking around curiously, trying to spot where your accomplice was hiding, but you couldn’t. Now that you thought about it, you didn’t recall seeing him enter the dining room at all. Had he come in earlier without your knowledge? Or was he setting you up for something? Oh God. Was this a trick?

Trying not to become a paranoid conspiracy theorist even though you had several justifiable reasons to, you remained in place, listening as Thor stomped through the halls, calling your name, wondering where you were. The footsteps got closer and closer to the dining room door, and once you felt they were close enough, you let out a blood curdling screech loud enough to be heard from across the street.

Thor burst into the dining room, Mjolnir at the ready, expecting some kind of hellish denizen to jump out at him. Instead, a huge rat came running out from under the dining room table, looking more like a shadowy blur than anything else. The creature chased its prey back into the kitchen, and judging by how the shouting and thumping seemed to be getting further and further away, they were either going further into your house or outside; you silently hoped for the latter.

Once the commotion had died down a little, you cautiously set foot into your kitchen, relieved to discover that though various things had been knocked over, nothing was damaged, especially not the pots of food you were keeping warm on the stove. You travelled out into the hallway and looked around, quickly observing that the front door had been left wide open, and there was some distant clamoring echoing from down the street. You cautiously thrust your head out the front door and saw nothing remarkable; a few of your neighbors were enjoying a relaxing evening stroll, an elderly lady was walking her dog—typical behavior for your neighborhood. Sighing, you shut your door and returned to the kitchen. With any luck, those two fools would return in time for dinner, and if they didn’t, you could send them leftovers.

The brothers returned about half an hour later, both in human form. They walked in right as you were setting the table, one frowning and covered in leaves, the other grinning, a couple of fresh bruises present on his forehead. You shot the latter a look that you hoped conveyed what could not be said at the moment, those words being, “Are you happy now, you bastard?” Judging from the little snicker he gave you in return, your message was received.

“You have to admit, though, that was hilarious,” Loki later whispered at the dinner table, while Thor was busy scarfing down your cooking.

“Yeah, it was,” You admitted, daring to crack a smile. “We aren’t ever doing that again though.”

“Is that so?” Loki laughed. “I think not. Invite him for breakfast next time, keep things unique. Oh, and wait a few weeks so he doesn’t suspect you’re my coconspirator.”

“I think he already knows—”

“No, he does not. Trust me.”

“We are not doing this,” You hissed, “Never again. Nuh uh. Absolutely not.”

“Yes, we are,” Loki snickered, playfully smacking your shoulder. “Absolutely.”

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 25: Gareth

Word Count: 995

Rating: T

Pairing: Slight Gareth x OC

CW: None

Summary: Gareth’s little sister is a pain in the ass when it comes to the band, but ends up being a pretty good wingman.

Have to tag @the-unforgivenn because this is her man 💕

@corrodedcoffinfest

When the band first started practicing in his garage, Gareth loved it. Now, he thinks he’d rather rehearse in goddamn Jason Carver’s bedroom. 

Initially, he’d worried that his mom would be the one to interrupt them, with her tendency to ask if anyone is hungry. Gareth would kill for his mom to be the problem now. At least he would be able to talk some sense into her. 

“Why can’t I just sit on the couch and watch?!”

“Because you never stay quiet! You always bother us.”

“I do not! They don’t think I bother you! Right, guys?”

Both Emerson siblings turn to look at Eddie, Jeff, and Frank. The three Corroded Coffin members are caught between a rock and a hard place. 

Gareth is fuming; his nostrils flaring, and his fists clenched around his drumsticks. Fourteen-year-old Olivia stares with wide green eyes, hands on her hips as she waits for a response from her big brother’s friends. 

“Uh…” Eddie starts, eyes moving from left to right to see if the band member on either side of him is going to speak up. But no dice. “We, um, we… Jeff?”

Out of the three of them, Jeff has the thinnest tightrope to walk, and Eddie knows it. But he also knows that Olivia is apt to do whatever Jeff says since he’s the reason she wants to sit in on practice anyway. Doesn’t stop Jeff from wanting to wring his neck, though. 

“Well,” Jeff starts, clearing his throat before he continues, “do you think you can stay quiet this time, Olivia?”

Irritation flashes in Gareth’s eyes, while Olivia gives her best smile and bats her eyelashes. 

“Yes!” 

She bounces over to the raggedy couch in the corner while Gareth rolls his eyes and heads towards his drum set. 

Olivia does manage to stay quiet until the end of rehearsals but that somehow annoys Gareth even more. She’ll hold that over his head as a reason to sit in practices more often. 

But as much as that bothers Gareth, it’s nothing compared to what his little sister announces once they’re done. 

“Mom said I can go with you guys to your show next week.”

“What?”

“Well, I can’t go when you guys play at the bar,” Olivia drawls, as if her brother is stupid. 

“But this…this isn’t even our show. It’s Roane County’s Battle of the Bands,” Gareth says. 

“Whatever. Mom still said I can go.”

Gareth runs his hands over his face in frustration and turns to his friends. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to my mom,” he tells them. 

“Mom, we’re playing one song. We’ll be backstage for the rest of it and that’ll be hours.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is, Gareth,” his mom says as she adds another later of cheese to the lasagna she’s preparing. “She’s fourteen, she can sit in the audience by herself. It’s at a community center. She’ll hardly be able to find any trouble.”

“She only wants to go because of her crush on Jeff!”

His mom smiles at this, finding the infatuation Olivia has with one of Gareth’s best friends adorable.

“It’ll be fine,” is all she says. 

Gareth has a hard time psyching himself up for the show. He should be focused on playing his best so they can win this thing and gain any exposure that comes from it. Instead, he keeps peeking out at the audience to make sure Olivia is still in her seat in the fourth row. She may be a giant pain in the ass but that doesn’t mean he wants some creep to abduct her. 

“She’ll be fine,” Jeff assures him. 

The drummer sighs and nods his head. “You’re right. Anyone who would try and kidnap her would return her after fifteen minutes anyway.”

With his bandmates’ help, Gareth is able to get his head back into the music and is able to go out on stage without being preoccupied. He still sneaks a glance at his sister as he walks on stage, though. 

Corroded Coffin comes in second place, which is higher than any of them expected. As they emerge from backstage after the show, Gareth also sees that his sister is just fine—in fact, it looks like she made a friend. 

Frank is called over by the bassist of an all-girl band and Eddie spies a redhead smiling at him, who he wanders off to flirt with. That leaves Gareth and Jeff to approach Olivia and the girl she’s standing with. The girl is older than Olivia, at least Gareth and Jeff’s age, or maybe even graduated from high school. 

“Gare Bear!” Olivia says before throwing her arms around her brother.

He hugs her back, but his cheeks redden at the nickname in front of this beautiful girl.

“I’m so proud!” Olivia crows.

The mystery girl smiles at Gareth and Jeff can practically see the hearts growing in his friend’s eyes. He knows what he has to do.

“Hey, Liv, do you want to come with me and get some ice cream from the truck outside?” Jeff asks.

Speaking of heart eyes, Olivia lights up, making her brother’s excitement seem dull in comparison. 

“Yes!”

Gareth gives his friend a grateful look as Olivia takes him by the hand and leads him towards the door. 

“I’m Annie,” the girl in front of Gareth says, offering her hand, which he shakes.

“Gareth. I hope my sister wasn’t bothering you during the show.”

“No, she’s so sweet,” Annie says with a lilting laugh that has Gareth’s heart pounding against his ribcage. “She sat next to me, and we talked in between bands. She was so excited to see you play.”

This bombshell was sitting next to Olivia the whole time and Gareth hadn’t even noticed? Holy shit, he must care about his little sister more than he thought. In fact, he knows he does by the way his heart warms at Annie’s words. 

“Yeah, she’s a good kid.”

[a-fluffy-dog24]

A another fanfic it’s called the legend of the sea bros. Summary the boys are off on an adventure at sea And talk about they issues and they need each other emotionally and physically to survive. Ford is trying to reject the help from his brother that he desperately needs.Stan is so worried about his brother that he forgets that sometimes he needs to rely on his brother for support.

Here’s a sneak peek.

The giant monster starts attacking the boat "ok I got a spear" Ford grabs a spear and throws it at the huge green sea monster. It has one eye but he misses and the monster gabs Ford's arm and starts putting him overboard.He accidentally hit his head into the wall of the boat it makes him feel like the floor is moving up and down.He starts pulling away and hitting it hard with his hand but it no use.

[sapphire-writes]

A Night in the Skies ~ Aegon x Reader

request: Could you write one with Aegon and his wife? She didn't have any dragons even though she was a Targaryen, so one night, she leaves the room she shares with her husband and on the outskirts of the castle she finds Vhagar. And the dragon and she end up having a huge bond, which makes Aemond jealous, but Aegon shows up and defends his wife, and then the two go out on top of her to walk under the city ~ @httpjiikook warnings: none! just some fluff word count: 0.9k note: I imagined the reader is Aemond's twin! hope you enjoy 💚 you can read more of my work here 💚

A knock behind the wall alerts you to your husbands' presence. Though married for nearly a year, you still maintain separate chambers. How Aegon loves to come creeping around through the secret passageways to fetch you, sneaking off into the streets of King’s Landing for late nights of pleasure and mischief. 

You don your cloak, hiding your hair beneath the generous hood. Moving a standing mirror out of the way, you open the secret passageway. Aegon’s silver head moves in the shadows, as though he is the moon peeking from between the clouds. He smiles, reaching for your hand, beckoning you to join him in the darkness. 

You’re off, hand in hand, fingers laced through each others making your way through the bustling streets of King’s Landing. You move to enter a small tavern, a favorite of yours when Aegon stops you, continuing to pull you down the cobblestone street.

“Where are we going?” you ask breathlessly, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Somewhere new,” he tells you, pulling you towards him and stealing a kiss, “somewhere quiet.”

He leads you well outside the city limits, the stars glittering like diamonds in the midnight sky. The air is crisp and clean this far away from the city. 

Aegon pulls you towards him, hands roaming your body sending pleasurable shivers through your very core. A rumbling noise distracts you suddenly from the pleasurable feeling of his mouth. 

“Do you hear that?” you breathe, as Aegon nibbles at the spot below your ear. 

“There is no one for miles, my love,” he murmurs, continuing his kisses along your neck. 

That is when you hear it, the sharp, unmistakable sound of dragonsong. Not the song of Sunfyre whom you have grown so accustomed to. No, this song is deeper, it shakes the very foundations of the earth beneath your feet. 

The light from the moon is covered briefly as Vhagar flies low, preparing for landing. The wind from her wings tears the hood of your cloak from your skull, silver hair blowing freely behind you. 

You never had a dragon, though as a baby in the cradle you clutched a rough green egg between your tiny fingers. The hatchling never came forth, and you wept for the majority of your childhood. Aegon always took pity on you and took you flying on Sunfyre’s golden back. 

But how you longed for a dragon of your own, your very blood sang with the need for the magical bond of dragon and rider. 

Vhagar lands with a roar, the earth trembling below her feet. You tangle your hands in Aegon’s hair, pulling him gently from your neck. 

“What is it?” he whines, desperate to keep worshiping you with his mouth. 

But you release him, walking towards where the giant she-dragon now lays. She is riderless, Aemond must not have been with her yet this evening. Though you imagine he is not far, probably journeying to this spot now for his nightly flight. 

You approach Vhagar cautiously. You were always fond of the war veteran; as someone who admired Queen Visenya, it always took your breath away to stand before the dragon she rode. Vhagar regards you with green eyes, the color of a stone of jade. 

You smile at her, holding your hand out to her maw. Her mouth opens, and you can see the dragonfire that brews in the back of her throat. 

“Y/N!” Aegon cries, in a panicked voice. 

“Dohaeris Vhagar,” you call in Valyrian, “Lykeri.”

The fire fizzles out in Vhagar’s throat, her eyes ever observant at the small Targaryen in front of her. She watches you, waiting for another command. 

“What are you doing?” another voice calls, as Aemond makes himself known, dressed in his riding leathers. 

“Talking,” you tell him, causing him to frown.

“To my dragon?”

“I think she likes me,” you tell him, smiling. 

Aemond’s face twists in anger.

“She is mine.”

“As she is mine,” you quip back.

“You had no right, I claimed her-”

“Y/N has claimed her as well,” Aegon argues, coming to your side once more, “it only makes sense she listens to her as well. You are twins after all.”

You watch Vhagar who simply tilts her head. 

“I should like to ride her,” you tell Aemond who shakes his head. 

“You shall do no such thing-”

Aegon steps between you. 

“Let her,” he says, staring deeply into his brother’s eye. 

A challenge. 

Aemond glances at his twin, the hopeful expression that rests on her face as she lovingly gazes at Vhagar. 

“Not for long,” Aemond says, finally agreeing. 

You squeal with glee, throwing your arms around his neck to embrace him. He pats your head affectionately before you make your way to the ropes beginning to climb atop Vhagar’s back. Aemond cannot help the feeling of jealousy that curls in his stomach as he watches your ascent. 

Aegon trails behind you, climbing the ropes as well. 

Finally seated on the saddle you call out to the dragon. 

“Sōvegon, Vhagar!” you call, and Vhagar lunges, moving toward the skies. 

King’s Landing fades from view, the candles and torches from windows making the city appear as a mirror to the night sky. You laugh as Vhagar flies higher toward the moon, surely she shall land on top of it. 

Aegon watches as you laugh, holding your waist securely all the while, as you lift your arms out as though they are wings as well. As though you are flying, a dragon at last.

[voraciousvore]

The Giant and the Princess (8/10)

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Content Warning: Violence/ Death

Word Count: 2.6k

------ Part 8 ------

Iris woke up to sunlight. Ajax’s immense body was still boiling hot, but his breathing wasn’t as labored, and he wasn’t shaking as much. As she stared up into the translucent green leaves, shining like emeralds with the morning sun, a flock of birds scattered across the sky above. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. 

“Ajax? You doing okay?” she called up to him. He didn’t answer, still unconscious. Iris stroked his beard with her fingers lovingly as despair crept into her chest. She was doing the best she could, but she couldn’t save him on her own. 

As if summoned by her thoughts, the trees shook and the ground rumbled with the arrival of giant footsteps. Iris bristled with terror. Ajax might be nice to her, but she knew any other giants would snatch her up and devour her without a second thought. She didn’t have time to run away: They would find her and catch her. 

She needed to hide. Without time to think, she scurried across Ajax’s pectoral and dove into his vest pocket. She huddled into an inconspicuous ball inside, trying to control her trembling. Ajax’s mammoth heart throbbed in her ears, lifting her up lightly with every beat. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hands into tight fists. 

“Ajax!” a rich feminine voice boomed. Iris gritted her teeth to repress a cry of fright. A giantess. “Ajax, are you alright?” Iris couldn’t see outside the pocket, but she could sense a massive presence looming over her. The giantess nudged Ajax’s shoulder to rouse him, jostling Iris in his pocket. She landed in an uncomfortable position, her arm folded beneath her, but didn’t dare to readjust. 

“He’s badly injured,” a stentorian male voice resounded. “We need to take him home.” Two giants. Oh no. Iris began to sweat. Her heart was pounding. She was certain they would be able to smell her, but they were too distracted by the giant’s deteriorating condition to notice an insignificant bug like her—for now. The two giant people, who were Ajax’s mother and father, lifted his limp body up with some difficulty and began to haul him home. 

Iris felt the world shift around her as she was raised into the air. She bobbed up and down with the cadence of their strides. Cautiously, so as not to be discovered, she peeked out of the pocket to survey the area. She ducked her head back in when she saw a giant’s rotund, ruddy face towering above her. He didn’t notice her, but her heart sank down to her feet with dread as she realized she was doomed. A horrific fate awaited her. There was no way for her to sneak out and escape unobserved. Once they carried Ajax home, they would detect her scent, find her, and eat her. She was done for. 

She curled up in the pocket, with nothing to do but contemplate her inevitable death. Despite her current situation, she didn’t regret her decision to stay. She had nothing to go back to. She would stay by her giant lover’s side until the end. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks. She was tired of striving and struggling for nothing. The giant’s tenderness for her was the only thing she truly valued. At least he would finally get the medical care he needed, from giants better equipped to treat his wounds. He would make it, even if she did not. 

Ajax’s parents made it to the house and laid their son in bed. His mother prepared some cold water and rags to temper his fever. She cleaned his eye while his father gathered bandages and cream for his remaining punctures. 

“Are we going to talk about this?” the giantess asked her husband, gesturing to the inadequate attempts by the princess to bandage and treat his arms and legs. “Somebody was here before us.” 

She raised up her hand, pinching the tiny wet cloak between her fingers. “And this was left on his forehead.” 

The giant man focused on the cloak. He sniffed the air, his eyes widening with recognition. The giantess, too, perceived the distinctive scent. Ajax’s father leaned over the injured giant, searching with his nose. With the precision of an experienced hunter, he snaked his hand into Ajax’s vest pocket and grabbed Iris, pulling her into the light. She squealed as he lifted her up and dangled her in front of his face. 

“Well. Look what we have here,” he taunted. “A fresh snack.” He raised her up higher, over his mouth, and opened wide. Iris knew her time had come; begging for her life would be futile. She could only stare with abject terror into the gigantic maw that stretched open below her, full of saliva and teeth and red flesh. The tongue wriggled eagerly, as if beckoning her into the throat that twitched with hunger, ready to receive her. The horrifying display advanced towards her to engulf her. 

“Don’t you dare!” the giantess yelled. Iris was shocked when another colossal hand, this one with slimmer fingers and a thinner palm, coiled around her body and wrenched her away. She was pressed up against the huge woman’s bosom, enveloped in silky softness. 

The giant man stared at her blankly. “Why not?” 

“She saved our son’s life, you dolt!” she exclaimed, her full voice reverberating through her chest and Iris’s small body. “You can’t just eat her!” 

“Who cares? She’s a human,” he argued, waving his hand dismissively. 

“Don’t you understand? This is no ordinary human. She’s special to our son.” Her eyes flashed with a protective instinct that was strong enough to frighten Iris, even if the giantess was coming to her aid. 

“Special? Ugh.” He scrunched his nose with disgust. “That’s just not right. All the more reason to dispose of her.” He reached for Iris, but the giantess jerked her out of range of his hand. 

“No! I won’t let you. Ajax is old enough to make his own choices. He must learn on his own,” she declared. 

The giant huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Fine. So what are you going to do with her?” 

“Take her back to the humans, of course,” the giantess answered. “She can’t stay here, obviously.” She looked at her husband. “Can I trust you to return her?” 

“Me? Why me? You do it.” 

“I have more experience treating wounds than you do. Plus, Ajax needs a maternal touch.” 

“Maternal—ugh, whatever. Alright, give her to me.” He held out his rough, pudgy hand with impatience. Iris whimpered as she was handed off to the giant who nearly ate her. Neither of the giants seemed to give any regard to her feelings, though, as his fingers tightened around her into a fist. Iris felt some nausea as the giant stood up and walked out. She got a last glimpse of Ajax laying in his bed before the giant’s mass blocked her view. 

He stepped out into the daylight, grumbling to himself under his breath. Iris trembled and squirmed, but his titanic fingers didn’t budge an inch. She didn’t believe that he would spare her. He would probably pop her in his mouth at any second.  

“P-p-p-please don’t eat me,” Iris stuttered. “I only wanted to help your son, I didn’t mean to-” 

“Relax, squirt,” the giant rumbled, cutting off her babbling. “If it were up to me, you’d be in my belly already. But I respect my wife too much to go against her wishes.”  

He huffed as he carefully descended the uneven mountain trail. “I just don’t get it. Why would my son get attached to such a weak little thing?” 

“I-I don’t know,” Iris confessed, burning with shame. His words stung, when she knew them to be true. 

The giant examined her in his fist, cocking a brow. “Come to think of it, what kind of human would be brainless enough to hang out with a man-eating giant anyways?” 

“I… love Ajax,” Iris explained. “When I first met him… he saved my life, and spared me from being eaten. And when I met him in the woods again, he helped me find my crown, and he was so kind, and treated me like a person, and listened to me when I told him all my troubles…” Her cheeks grew warm at the recollection of laying on his chest and cuddling in his hands. “He’s the only one that cares about me.” 

The giant sniggered. “Oh, I get it. You’re one of those girls with no self-esteem that’ll throw herself at the first man who gives her the tiniest bit of attention. Regardless of how bad he is for her. Even if he’s a fucking giant!” He guffawed harder, his face growing more sanguine with the effort. 

Iris averted her gaze. She hated to admit it, but Ajax’s father was spot-on with his analysis. “Yeah. Pretty much.” 

The giant held her up close to his eyes, focusing on her intently. “Well, let me wake you up to reality, little lady. You may’ve been lucky so far, and escaped being eaten, since my misguided boy apparently has a soft spot for you. But such a relationship is doomed to fail. Giants crave human meat more than humans crave money. Eventually, if you were to stay with him, he would undoubtedly eat you.” 

Iris stared unflinchingly back into his eyes. “I don’t believe it. I have faith in Ajax. He wouldn’t do such a terrible thing. His heart is kind.” 

The giant snorted. “I’ve known Ajax since he was a boy. He’s eaten countless humans. All of us giants have. And guess what? He still eats humans! I just fed him a tasty woman for breakfast two days ago! He didn’t even attempt to refuse the offer! He licked his lips with glee and swallowed her down like he was starving to death!” 

Iris blanched as she imagined such a gruesome scene. She wanted to fight back against the accusation, and deny that her dear Ajax would kill a woman so callously, but she knew the painful truth all too well. She’d witnessed Ajax shoveling humans into his mouth with her own eyes. In fact, Ajax was blunt in telling her that he couldn’t stop, even when he tried to resist his potent urges. She’d known, all along, that she wasn’t safe around him, but her love for him outweighed common sense, and blinded her to the truth. She couldn’t run from reality any longer, when it was smacking her right in the face. She had no future with him. 

The giant reached the forest at the base of the mountain. “Where do I take you from here?” 

Iris hesitated. She was done with her old life; she wasn’t going back to the castle to be a princess any longer. “That way,” she said, pointing in the opposite direction. She knew that another human town was located there. For a human, it was a long distance to travel, but a giant could walk there in a matter of minutes. Ajax’s father clomped forward through the trees, not bothering to keep his presence subtle. Iris became anxious as he approached the town. 

“This is good. You can let me down here,” she piped up. With a nod, the giant lowered himself the long way to the ground. Iris prepared herself to leap out of his hand, but he didn’t release her right away. He held her in his enclosed fist, just above the grass, as if contemplating something. Iris gulped and looked up at him questioningly. He wasn’t about to change his mind about letting her go... was he? 

“Listen closely, human,” he uttered in a serious tone. He brought her back up to his round face, close to his huge eyes. “I don’t want you anywhere near my son.” He squinted and crinkled his brow in a hostile glare. “It’s not good for him to be around you and sympathize with humans. If I smell you anywhere near him again, I will hunt you down and end you. Mark my words.”  

Iris was speechless. Her face betrayed a deathly pallor at the threat. If she had any lingering doubts that her relationship with Ajax couldn’t last, they were shredded in an instant. She gaped slightly, but could only move her head mechanically in a small nod. The giant acknowledged her gesture and dropped her into the grass. She scrambled away as fast as her feet could take her, out of the giant’s ominous shadow.  

As she ran, and the reality of her situation sank in, tears flowed freely down her face. She had miraculously survived the encounter, but her heart was broken. She had lost everything. She didn’t care about her kingdom, but she would never see Ajax again. Plus, she didn’t know how to live like a commoner, in the real world, without any money or support. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she’d have to survive somehow. She was free of the shackles of her old life, but burdened with emotional baggage and the weight of building a new one. She wasn’t sure if she was strong enough to survive the harsh world. 

Ajax’s father watched her sprint away, shaking his head. He just didn’t understand it. What did his son see in that little human, that would make him throw away every natural instinct he had to gobble her up on the spot? With a sigh, he rose to his feet and started walking home. At least the problem was taken care of. He couldn’t have his son lusting after a human. Such a romance would only end in tragedy and hurt. It wasn’t right or moral, on any conceivable level. 

The giant, deep in thought, was not very observant of his surroundings. Even if he were, he wouldn’t be able to smell the horde of soldiers lying in wait ahead, due to their magical trickery. After the first fiasco with Ajax, they came better prepared, with a slew of heavy weaponry at their disposal. They readied their catapults and aimed them at the giant’s face, high up in the sky. When he was within range, they fired. 

Their projectiles found their target and slammed him hard, biting into his eyes ferociously. The impact and the pain knocked the giant down. He fell on his back with a whump that rattled the earth and split the trunks of the trees beneath him with a resounding crack. The small human soldiers surged forward on the offensive to incapacitate the colossal man before he could react to the surprise attack. With him on his back, they attacked from all sides, so he couldn’t focus on a single locus point to retaliate. They used their arrows with the paralyzing venom to numb his body and carved up his flesh with their swords. 

One brave soldier hacked at the giant’s neck, slicing into his jugular. The giant reached up and crushed the tiny man like an egg, but the damage was done. With the venom coursing through his body and his blood draining out of his neck, his gargantuan limbs spasmed and slowed until he couldn’t move any longer. 

Ajax’s father was dead. The soldiers celebrated their victory and sawed off his head, dragging the massive trophy back to their city like a colony of ants. They triumphantly skewered the gigantic severed head on a special stand built for the purpose of showing off their conquest, as a warning to other giants in the area. The war between giants and humans had taken its first giant casualty, with many more to come. 

Part 9

[eggluverz]

With the Flow

PAIRING. cove holden x mermaid!reader

SUMMARY. in which dolphins lead you to a green-haired man who piques your curiosity.

It wasn’t everyday you could sneak away from your family long enough to see anything interesting. But for some reason, you weren’t under as intense of a watch from your caring, sometimes overbearing, parents like normal. Instead of questioning why, you decided to make your way up to your favorite place: the surface.

It’s where the whales came to breathe, the dolphins liked to play, and where you liked to watch. What exactly did you watch? Well, that answer differed depending on the day. Some days, you would watch the big, fluffy clouds drift along in the sky, wispy and light and you wished there was a way you could have just one little bite… Other days, it was enough for you to just feel the cold breeze against the sun blazing across your face.

Today, your object of fascination however, was a human—a tanned man with the prettiest hair you have ever seen. For a non-merperson of course.

He was sitting on a giant board that had a fin coming out of the bottom, the ripples from the waves gently pushing him back and forth as he floated atop wood.

As rare as it was for you to go up to the surface, it was even more uncommon for you to get close enough to the shore to see the waves. But you were having too much fun chasing the dolphins around you hardly paid attention to where you were headed. Plus, it almost seemed like they had led you here, to this particular spot, close enough to observe this green-haired boy.

Everywhere you went, the water was a different color. Under the sea, some areas were so void of light, the water looked black. In others, it was a clear blue that you could almost see through completely. And over here, in this little spot not too far from a sandy beach, it was a mix of blues and greens, the colors dancing around seamlessly in the breeze. It looked even more vibrant and hypnotizing the closer you got to the human. The bright colors of his hair reflected off the water, blending together with the vast ocean. It looked silky and flowy… Almost unreal.

You wanted to reach out and touch it.

Would it feel like your own hair, or would it feel like the ocean slipping through your fingers? You wanted to find out.

You had to find out.

Before you knew it, you heard a started yelp coming from the human. He jolted away from you frantically, falling off his board. Just as quickly as he fell off, he swiftly got right back on, using the board as a barrier between the two of you.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, confused. You tilted your head to the side with a slight pout. Why had he gone away from you when you were so close to feeling his hair? If he didn’t notice you then you would have been able to touch it and leave once your curiosity was satisfied.

Just then, you remembered how your parents told you humans were similar to merfolk in that they valued their personal space. Perhaps you shouldn’t have reached out to pet him…

As you were about to give him an apology and swim away, his brows furrowed as he peered at you.

“I– What are you…” he trailed off, glancing between you and the shore with a look of concern. “Are you stuck out here?”

Eyes widening, you shook your head, swimming back and getting some distance away from him. You hid most of your face underneath the water, letting just your eyes peek out.

Your movements only caused his worry to spike as he paddled over to you frantically, reaching an arm out. Examining it, you noticed a faint scar running along his forearm, the pale color contrasting with his sun-kissed skin. After a few beats of awkward silence in which you still didn’t take his hand, the human coughed, sounding almost choked.

“Um, right,” he muttered, cheeks flushed. “I don’t want to bother you, but it can be dangerous out here without a board or any company… Do you need help getting back to shore? Why haven’t the lifeguards noticed? And why aren’t you struggling— Are you a professional swimmer?”

You giggled at his rambling. All you wanted was to feel his hair, you didn’t mean to worry him.

Feeling slightly apologetic, you shook your head, reassuring him, “I’m fine.”

The reluctance was clear on his face as he examined you from the position atop his board. A few beats of silence passed when he let himself wonder, “Then, if I can ask, why did you reach out for me exactly?”

You blinked, looking sheepish. “Your hair.”

The human didn’t so much as bat an eye, the curious expression remaining on his face.

“Well,” you felt the need to explain more amidst the silence, “I thought it looked like the ocean. I wanted to see if it felt like it too.”

Instinctively, he reached up and grabbed a wavy strand of hair between the tips of his fingers. He then wiggled his hand around in the water in front of him.

He thought for a second before shaking his head. “No. I don’t think it does.”

The corners of your mouth were pulled down into a frown. You couldn’t help but feel downcast after your questions were answered with a resolution you didn’t want. The human said his hair did not feel like the ocean? Did that mean your fantasies of cotton candy clouds were faulty as well?

Noticing the sudden change of your expression, the human began to seem a little panicked. Oddly enough, it seemed to you that he didn’t like the pouty look on your face.

“Er— Well… You could see for yourself if you’d like,” he offered, eyes shifting rapidly away from your own.

Instantly, your eyes lit up once more. “Yes, please!” you chirped happily, fighting hard to keep your tail from splashing in excitement.

He pushed himself forward on his board, leaning down to you. The man had a slightly confused look on his face, as if he was wondering what on earth compelled him to do something like this in the first place. Swimming forward, you met him in the middle of the distance and reached your right hand out to brush his pale green locks. You toyed with it between the tips of your fingers, smiling proudly like you had just won a prize.

“Nice, nice,” you mused in approval, combing through it one last time before dropping your arm. You looked at the human—or his hair, at least—in admiration. “You’re right that it doesn’t feel just like the ocean, but it’s certainly close!”

“Hah… Thanks,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing pink. You hadn’t realized how well pink complemented the color green until then.

In your excitement, you hardly noticed how close you had gotten to the human. Or rather, the implications of that proximity. If you were more aware, you would have noticed how his eyes flitted down to the water beneath you, a million questions swimming in his gaze.

“Well, thank you for humoring me,” you said just as he opened his mouth to ask something. “Despite how off-putting the request may have been.” To show your appreciation, you reached your hands into your pouch that was resting at your side to grab one of your treasured items you thought would be fitting for your new acquaintance. You fished around the small bag until your fingers wrapped around the rough object. “Here! For you.”

As you presented your treasure to him, you looked up at him expectantly. It seemed like something he would like.

“No way! Is this a shark tooth?” he asked with excitement. He immediately reached his hand out at your offer.

You nodded happily, proud that your intuition was right. “Yes! I got it myself from the seafloor—must’ve sank down there somehow.”

He faltered at your words. “I’ve heard of people collecting shark teeth that have washed up on the shore… But the seafloor, huh?” The human continued examining you curiously. He opened his mouth and shut it a total of three times before finally deciding on a simple, “That’s really cool.”

Noticing his inquisitive gaze, you simply grinned. Maybe you should’ve cared about being more secretive, but it felt like something was telling you that you could trust this green-haired man.

“Is it real?” He gestured at the water. “The, um, tail not the shark tooth.”

Surprised, you glanced up at him, noticing his eyes was fixed on the area below your waist that was hidden beneath the ocean. You pondered for a moment in jest. “Last I checked, yes!”

A short laugh escaped his lips at your response.

A few moments of silence passed and you noticed the temperature of the water dropped slightly, the sun slowly setting behind the horizon. You took that as your cue to head back to your home.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, human,” you said, “but I really should get going now.”

He nodded in understanding, but you noticed his brows were furrowed ever so slightly. He wondered aloud, “Will I ever see you again?”

You thought for a moment, tapping your forefinger against your chin. “Depends.” Leaning in, you whispered to him conspiratorially, “Can you keep a secret?”

The human zipped his mouth shut with his hands. “You can count on me.”

There was no doubt in your mind that his words were sincere. “Then sure! I’ll make sure to see you again…”

“Cove.”

“Cove! Pretty name,” you complimented, earning a slight blush out of him. “I’ll see you around then.”

He nodded, waving his hand to say goodbye. With his other hand, he clutched the shark tooth you gifted him close to his body. “Thank you for this gift. I’ll treasure it.”

“I’ll bring you another trinket the next time I see you, Cove!” you promised, holding your pinky out as you began swishing your tail to swim away. “Look forward to it.”

“I will!”

As you made your way back home, you turned around to see a waving Cove in the distance, eventually looking like a small dot on the horizon. Goodbyes were bittersweet, but you weren’t sad. This was only the beginning, after all.