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devilat-thedoor · 1 year ago

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What Is and What Should Never Be(teaser)

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@interstellar-shores and @sanguinebats convinced me to just share it… I wrote this scene for a chapter in my upcoming Twin fic ‘What Is and What Should Never Be.’ I’m sososo excited about this one and I want everyone to be excited with me🥹 but to avoid spoiling any of the plot, I’ve left this at just pure smut. The only context I will give is that Jake calls her ‘peach’ because she was wearing a shirt like this when he met her, and Olivia (OC) is another employee at the twin’s record store. I’m adding the taglist, but you don’t have to read if you don’t want to! I’m aiming to have Chapter 1 out this week💖 but as always, feedback is welcome🤍🤍

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI absolutely no plot, just filth. Dom!Jake/Toxic!Jake. Oral(m receiving). Degradation kink. Unprotected Sex. Reader Discretion Advised😁

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The only thing you could focus on was the way his lips moved over your skin, leaving a wet trail in their wake. You grasped at his shirt, trying to pull him closer as he slowly walked you backwards. The back of your thighs hit the mattress and his lips found yours again, kissing you hard as he pushed you to lay on your back and crawled over you. “Why does your bed sit so high?” The question came as he broke away to yank your shirt over your head, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air in his room.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, peeling them down slowly. “No panties either?” He tsked, “And you went to work like this?” You bit your lip with a shrug, curious as to what he might do. Once he had you fully nude, he stepped back to gaze upon you. Your eyes flicked down, locking on the bulge in his jeans, his cock begging to be freed. Jake snapped his fingers, regaining your attention, “You really wanna know why my bed is this high, peach?”

You sat up on your elbows and cocked an eyebrow at him, giving him your brattiest attitude, “Why else would I have asked the fucking question, Jake?” His face dropped and you watched his eyes darken. The warning look he was giving you was enough to set your insides on fire, but you kept going, egging him on, “Are you just gonna stare at me or is there a point to this conversation?”

His lips twisted into a menacing smirk as he walked around to the other side of the bed. You were still laying across the mattress, only moving your head to follow his path. Jake stopped, standing behind you now as you looked up at him. Suddenly, his hands were gripping you under the arms, pulling you towards him until your shoulders were at the very edge of the bed and your head was hanging off the side, upside down. He chuckled as you let out a small gasp and stared up at him.

“Jake… What are you doing?” You watched him unbuckle his belt and pop the button on his jeans, abruptly aware of the position you were in. He pushed his pants down, kicking them to the side and revealing his hard cock. You licked your lips as he wrapped his hand around himself, giving a few pumps.

He brought his free hand up, fingers dancing along your jaw with a light touch, “Do you trust me?” Jake inched closer, the head of his length brushing against your parted lips. You mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ and flicked your tongue out, tasting him. “I need to really hear you say it, peach.” His hand went to the back of your head, lifting it so you could meet his eyes, “Tell me you trust me, baby.”

“I do, Jake. I trust you.” A smile tugged at his lips at your admission.

He crouched down, gently letting your head dangle again, and pressed his lips to yours. It was awkward being upside down, but your tongues licked against one another and the way he bit down on your bottom lip made you clench your thighs in need. “If it’s too much,” Jake grabbed your hand, nipping the tip of your index finger between his teeth, “tap my leg with these pretty little fingers, okay?”

You couldn’t contain the excitement coursing through you, “Okay.” The anticipation had your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Open up for me.” He dropped your hand as he stood up, stroking himself again. You obeyed, holding your mouth open. He guided his tip past your lips and halted as his opposite hand flattened across your sternum, “Relax. You gotta slow your breathing, Y/N.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to focus enough to gain a shred of composure. Once he was satisfied he pushed himself a little further, gliding along your tongue. “Softer than the finest silk…” He drew out carefully and dove back in, muttering obscenities as you allowed your tongue to roll over his hot flesh. His palm lifted from your torso and you could feel his fingertips ghosting upwards, between your breasts, dipping into the hollow of your neck. Jake finally bottomed out, his cock nestled snug in your throat while his fingers continued their trail, stopping at your neck. He remained still, buried in your mouth, as his thumb stroked down the length of your esophagus. You fought the gag that threatened its way up, swallowing it back down. His hand curled around your throat as it fluttered around his dick, “I can feel myself right here, peach…” Jake added the smallest amount of pressure to your neck, “Remember what I said if it’s too much.” He pulled out almost fully, holding your face in both of his hands now, and drove his cock back into your mouth with force. He set an unrelenting pace, completely enveloped in the wet warmth of your mouth. The blood was rushing to your head as your eyes rolled back and you hummed against him, letting your tongue vibrate over his length. He leaned over you, his hands moving to your tits to squeeze them. “You’re doing so fucking well…” A strangled grunt caught in his chest, “Swallowing my cock like a good little whore.” He punctuated the last word with a sharp thrust and the gag you’d been fighting had finally ripped free as your throat spasmed around his head. If you could see his face, you’d have caught the proud grin spreading over it as he repeated the action. Another hard snap of his hips, met with a gag and a cough that sent a gush of thick saliva through your lips, coating his dick and dripping down your face. The added spit allowed him to slip in and out of your mouth with ease. Your chest was heaving as you fought to catch your breath but Jake didn’t slow his rhythm. “Can’t make those bratty remarks while you’re choking on me, can you, peach?” His cocky attitude sent a flood of arousal to your core as you writhed on the bed, fists gripping at the duvet. Your vision was cloudy and you weren’t sure if it was from the blood filling your head or the mixture of tears and spit in your eyes. Jake pushed himself the whole way in until the prickly shaved patch of hair met your chin, “Take it. Fucking gag on it.” He stayed in place, feeling your throat pulse around him with every gag. He was so close, his cock twitching against your tongue, but the throbbing in your head was too much to bear anymore. “God, you feel like fucking heav-.” His words were cut short by your hand shooting up and tapping against his thigh. He pulled himself from your mouth without hesitation and slid his hands under your shoulders, lifting you into a sitting position. Jake climbed onto the bed to sit beside you, rubbing his hand down your back as you coughed through gasping breaths. “You alright?” He asked once you were calmed down. You answered with a meek nod, wiping at your face with the backs of your hands. He pulled his t-shirt off, offering it to you to clean the rest of your face and you took it, swiping away the remnants of spit and tears. “You couldn’t hold on just a little longer?” He joked as his hand slid along your thigh, stopping just before his fingers could reach your cunt.

You responded with a laugh, “Oh gee, I’m sorry I didn’t just let myself pass out so you could finish in my throat, Jake. My bad.” You pushed his hand from your body and turned your back to him with a smirk, knowing your attitude would get under his skin. “Maybe you’d enjoy this more with Olivia… or what is it you called her?” You looked back at him over your shoulder, “Your gold star?”

He was clenching his jaw as you looked away from him again, “Cut the fucking brat act and c’mere.” His aggressive tone clashed with the gentle way his hand circled your wrist. You let him pull you towards him, “Liv is a solid bronze compared to you, peach.” You crawled into his lap, straddling him as he praised you, “You’re fucking golden…” His hand weaved into your hair, guiding your mouth onto his. The kiss deepened and you reached between your bodies, adjusting your position and grasping Jake’s cock to align it with your entrance. He disconnected from your lips, dropping his gaze to where you hovered over his length, and his cocky demeanor was back, “Y’gonna keep running that smart mouth or are you gonna be a good girl and fuck me?” You answered his inquiry by sinking onto him slowly, feeling him stretch your pussy. He sucked in a sharp breath when you were fully seated on him.

Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his thickness, you pushed his hair from his face with a sweet smile, “You love my smart mouth, baby…” You raised yourself up only to drop back down on his throbbing dick. He leaned back on his hands, watching you go to work on him. The way your tits bounced as you rode him and the noises your bodies made with every drop of your hips, he couldn’t get enough of it. He was in pure ecstasy, his head thrown back, jaw hanging open as he fought back the moans that wanted out. You moved faster, grabbing his shoulders and opting for a grinding motion, “Suddenly you don’t have much to say, Jakey…” You eyed him with a mischievous glint.

His head snapped up at your comment, “And suddenly, I’m sick of hearing you talk.” In a flash, he had you on your back. You hit the bed with a thud as a squeal rippled from your mouth. Jake hooked your right leg around his waist, holding it there while his right hand came up to your chin, fitting three of his fingers against your tongue. You couldn’t contain the whimpers and whines that bubbled out around his digits as he took control, driving you into the mattress with each powerful thrust. He let out a low laugh, “Yeah, you just keep making those sweet, pathetic sounds while you take my cock.” His fingers kept you mute of all words, not that you’d be able to form a coherent sentence anyway. You squeezed around him, causing his movements to stutter, and he pulled his hand from your mouth to support his weight as he leaned over you, fucking you deeper.

You pulled your left leg up, spreading wider for him, “F-fuck. Right there, baby.” His hand left your leg, traveling downward to grasp your hip. “Jake…” You gasped his name, your voice oozing with desperation. His eyes met yours, his brows drawn together in a questioning gaze. Your hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to you as you held eye contact, “Finish in me.”

Jake began to slow his hips, unsure if he’d heard you correctly, “Y/N…”

You wrapped your legs around him, holding him tightly against you as you repeated yourself, “Finish in me so I can go back to work with the reminder of who owns me. Who owns my pussy…” His lips were crashing into yours fervently as his hips started moving with more power.

He was panting hard as he hovered over you, “God, You make the dirtiest words sound so fucking pretty.” Now he was really moving, deep grunts leaving his throat with each mind blowing stroke. “You gonna go back to work with no panties on? Just letting my cum leak down your thighs like a filthy slut?” His thumb found your clit, rolling over the sensitive bud with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. Your hands went to his back, nails dragging over his flesh as you clenched around him. “Shit, baby… Keep squeezing me like that and you’ll get exactly what you want.” Jake was gritting his teeth and you could tell he was fighting his climax off. His thumb moved quicker over your clit and you squeezed his cock again, “Let me fucking have it, peach. I know you’re right there, I want it.” He pulled his hips back, almost removing himself from your cunt, and slammed back in, surely hitting your cervix.

All the air left your lungs in a second as your eyes rolled back. You clawed at Jake’s skin, your mouth hanging open as your orgasm hit. The way your pussy fluttered around his length, soaking him, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. His head dropped to the crook of your neck as he came, his sticky release coating your walls. He was murmuring against your skin while your hands mindlessly rubbed down his back, easing him into a state of calm. A smile broke over your face but when you opened your mouth to speak, your phone began ringing on the bed beside you. You glanced at the screen and then the digital clock on Jake’s nightstand, a panic rising in your chest, “It’s Josh… My lunch break was over 15 minutes ago, get up, Jake.” He groaned, the sound muffled against your skin, but made no attempt to move. You pushed at his shoulders and wiggled beneath him, trying to buck his body off of your own, “Jake, I have to go, I can’t afford to lose my job.”

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princesskenny1998 · 1 month ago

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South Park | Stan Marsh x afab!pregnant!reader ~ Unexpected

The cold autumn air clung to your skin as you sat on the edge of your bed, the small, plastic object resting in your trembling hand. Your eyes were locked on it, unblinking, as if willing it to change, to shift, to somehow make everything okay. But no matter how long you stared, the two pink lines remained. Clear as day. Clear as the reality you were desperately trying to deny.

Pregnant.

You had thought about this scenario before, in the abstract, the way everyone does when they start a relationship. You’d even talked about it with Stan, in a joking, lighthearted way, never really considering that it could happen — not now, not while you were still in high school, not while you were still figuring out who you were.

And now here you were, staring at the undeniable proof in your hand, feeling your heart race, your stomach twist in knots, your mind race with a thousand thoughts.

What were you going to do?

How were you going to tell Stan?

Stan. His name echoed in your mind, and suddenly the panic surged even higher. How was he going to react? He was your boyfriend, yes, but you were both so young, so unprepared for something like this. The thought of telling him made your chest tighten with fear.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm the rising storm of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm you. But it was no use. The panic was too real, too close. You could practically feel it pressing down on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

How could this have happened? you asked yourself for what felt like the hundredth time, though you knew the answer. You and Stan had been careful, or at least you thought you had been. But accidents happen. You had always known that, even if you hadn’t really believed it would happen to you.

The sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand jolted you from your thoughts. You glanced over, and your heart sank when you saw Stan’s name flashing on the screen. He had texted you earlier, asking if you wanted to hang out tonight. You hadn’t responded, too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed you since taking the test.

With shaky hands, you picked up the phone, staring at the screen as if it held all the answers. How were you supposed to act normal around him now? How could you pretend that everything was fine when your world had just been flipped upside down?

You couldn’t avoid him forever. You knew that. But the thought of telling him the truth made you feel sick.

After a long moment, you typed out a reply.

Can you come over? I need to talk to you.

Your thumb hovered over the send button for a few seconds before you finally pressed it. There was no turning back now.

The next hour passed in a blur. You didn’t even remember what you did to fill the time — maybe you paced around the room, maybe you stared at the wall, maybe you just sat in silence, trying to process everything. All you knew was that by the time you heard the knock on the front door, your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of your chest.

You made your way downstairs, your legs feeling weak beneath you. When you opened the door, Stan stood there, looking as calm and collected as ever, a soft smile on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted you, stepping inside. “What’s up? You seemed kinda off earlier.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the lump in your throat grow bigger. “We need to talk,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Stan’s smile faltered, concern immediately flickering in his eyes. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

You gestured for him to follow you upstairs, leading him to your room. As you closed the door behind him, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, waiting for an explanation.

“Stan,” you began, turning to face him, your hands wringing together anxiously. “I… I don’t know how to say this.”

His brow furrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. “Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me. It’s okay.”

You bit your lip, trying to find the words, trying to steady your voice. But it was so hard. So much harder than you had imagined.

“I’m… I’m pregnant,” you finally said, the words tumbling out in a rush before you could stop them.

Stan froze.

For a moment, the room was completely silent, the air thick with the weight of your confession. You watched his face, waiting for some kind of reaction, but he just stared at you, as if trying to process what you had just said.

“Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice barely audible, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

You nodded, your eyes filling with tears. “I took a test this morning. It was positive.”

Stan ran a hand through his hair, his expression a mixture of shock and confusion. “But… how? We were—”

“I don’t know,” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “I don’t know how it happened. But it did. And I don’t know what to do.”

The tears spilled over then, and you quickly wiped them away, feeling embarrassed and scared and vulnerable all at once. You had never felt so exposed in your life, standing here in front of Stan, waiting for him to react, waiting for him to say something — anything.

Stan took a deep breath, his eyes darting around the room as if he were searching for answers, for something to say that would make this all better. But there was nothing. There was no simple fix for this.

Finally, he looked at you, his eyes softening. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he said, stepping forward and pulling you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and for a moment, you let yourself melt into his embrace, grateful for the comfort, for the way he made you feel safe even in the midst of chaos.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered against his chest. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Stan pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looked down at you, his expression serious but calm. “It’s not your fault. We’re both responsible, okay? This isn’t just on you.”

You nodded, sniffling as you wiped your eyes again. “I’m just so scared, Stan. I don’t know what to do.”

“I know,” he said softly, his thumbs gently brushing away the remaining tears on your cheeks. “I’m scared too.”

That admission caught you off guard, and you looked up at him, surprised. Stan had always been the calm one, the steady one, the one who could handle anything. Hearing him admit that he was scared too made you feel a little less alone in this.

“We’ll figure it out,” he continued, his voice steady. “We’ll figure it out together.”

You nodded, grateful for his reassurance but still feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you. “What if… what if we can’t handle this? What if we’re not ready?”

Stan hesitated for a moment, clearly grappling with the same fears that were swirling around in your mind. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “I don’t know if we’re ready either. But… we don’t have to have all the answers right now. We just have to take it one step at a time.”

You nodded again, trying to take comfort in his words, even though the fear still lingered in the back of your mind.

“What do we do now?” you asked, your voice small and uncertain.

Stan let out a long breath, his hands still resting on your shoulders. “We’ll have to tell our parents,” he said slowly, as if the thought had just occurred to him. “We can’t do this alone.”

The idea of telling your parents made your stomach twist in knots all over again. You had no idea how they were going to react. But Stan was right — you couldn’t handle this on your own. You needed support, whether you were ready for it or not.

“I’m with you,” Stan said, as if reading your mind. “We’ll do it together. You’re not alone in this.”

His words brought a small sense of relief, and you found yourself nodding again, though your heart still raced with anxiety.

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “Okay. We’ll tell them.”

Stan smiled gently, his hand moving up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “We’re going to be okay,” he said, his voice soft but confident. “I don’t know how yet, but we’ll figure it out. I promise.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with gratitude and love for the boy standing in front of you. Despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over you, there was one thing you knew for sure: Stan cared about you. He wasn’t going to abandon you in this.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Stan’s eyes softened even more, and he smiled. “I love you too.”

And in that moment, as he held you in his arms, you believed him. Maybe you didn’t have all the answers yet. Maybe the road ahead was going to be difficult and scary and filled with challenges you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

But you weren’t alone.

You had Stan.

And somehow, that made all the difference.

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meet-me-backstage · 10 months ago

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, mention of and near death experience, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you must be 18+ to read this story❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 2.9K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 horror themes, nightmares, bad language and domestic (verbal and allusion to physical) abuse.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

🦇 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

You are sat on your bed, staring at one of the corners of your bedroom, more specifically, the corner with a little pink chair that currently has Eddie's bandana hung from the back of it... you’d caught yourself doing it a lot, staring at it or holding it because all you could think about was your encounter with Eddie in the woods seven days, one hour, five minutes and thirty-one seconds ago.

It scared you... how easily I opened up to him, how easily I broke... how I listened... how I believed him... how I wasn't... terrified of him now I knew there were worse things than Eddie Munson and the Hellfire Club.

Your legs nervously bounce up and down as you think about his advice, you fiddle with your hair and realise you are face to face with your vanity desk across the room. You turn away and look down... I can’t even look at myself in the mirror or in any reflection because I remind myself of my sister, being the spitting image of her and all...

You pick your head up, purposefully avoiding eye contact with your vanity desk - a place you hadn't sat at to do your make-up or hair for a whole month.

Your boom box is on the floor, cassettes everywhere and clothes hanging out of your draws - it had been a mess for a while... mom didn't know because I locked the door at all times and she hadn't bothered to pick at the lock because let's face it - she didn't want to see me. I am doing her a favor and she had become so hellbent on staying downstairs awaiting Rebecca's impossible return... they never found a body, but only a handful of teens, including me, knew why.

Knock!

Your head swiftly turns towards the source of the noise and boom, your heart jolts and your body jumps at the sight of a shadowy figure at your window, an eye peeking through your curtains.

You steadily move off of your bed and reach underneath it for your handmade catapult and stones... you had it there for protection because of what you’d seen at Starcourt, the curse of Hawkins, all of the visions you’d had recently that felt so real... it convinced you that it was still here in some sort of supernatural form, the Mind Flayer, "I hope you're ready for my wrath, asshole," you mutter under your breath as you place a stone into the pouch you made out of a little necklace bag.

You slowly reach for the curtain, your heartbeat gradually building up in pace as you squint your eyes shut and abruptly swing it open and aim the catapult, pulling the pouch back and opening your eyes...

Eddie?! A completely soaked Eddie is at my window.

His brown eyes are wide with shock at coming face to face with your catapult and you are shocked at coming face to face with him. You gasp before looking behind you and then quickly shoving the window up, "You scared the hell outta me!" You whisper in a shout as you lower the catapult, his eyes are fixed on it still.

With one brow higher than the other, he looks up at you, "Well you scared the hell outta me - aiming that lethal thing at my head!" He whisper shouts back and gestures to the catapult with the hand that isn’t holding onto your window ledge, "Why do you even have that anyway?"

You drop the catapult to the floor and cross your arms, "Why are you here?!" You keep glancing behind you, conscious of your mom potentially hearing the commotion.

He looks at you with a deadpan look and his bottom lip pouted, "My bandana."

"Are you serious?!" You huff.

"Mhm... I waited a week in the woods - every night for you to show up with my beloved bandana - but you never came sooo," he gestures at himself, crouched on the small bit of roof leading to your window, "I got tired of sitting in the rain so I decided to take matters into my own hands."

Your mouth is hung open as he speaks, but you keep your arms crossed to stay stern, "How do you even know that this is my window?"

"I didn't," he shrugs before a sudden cheeky and toothy grin forms on his lips as he stares up at you, "S'pose it was a lucky guess huh?"

"You can't be here, Eddie," you whisper with a serious and worried tone, looking over your shoulder again.

Eddie tries to follow your gaze at the door before looking up at you, realisation spreads across his features, "I'll be out of your hair once I have it ba-achew!" He sneezes loudly, sniffling and wiping his nose after, making you glare at him, "Sorry," he whispers sassily.

He's going to catch a cold - if he hasn't caught one already... and it would be my fault. "Quick - get in before I regret it, Munson," You state in a rush, backing away from him as he climbs into your bedroom, making a thud sound on the floor when he lands, "Shhhh!"

"Sorry!" He repeats in another whisper, lifting himself from the floor and standing up straight, making squelchy noises because of his damp clothes and shoes.

You fiddle with the fair hairs on your arms in complete silence and look at Eddie in disbelief... he is in my room, no boy, not even Billy had been in my room - only Mason has... and he's my brother. Eddie, once he'd gotten his bearings, bowed his head and refused to even look around, fiddling with his fingers - not a sound but the raindrops landing on the roof and faint mumblings of the television downstairs could be heard.

You are both silent - nervous.

"Y-your um - bandana is there," you point at it, but then look at his dirty sneakers... carpet stains, "I'll get it," you blurt suddenly. Eddie looks up finally, watching your every move anxiously as you pick up his bandana and walk towards him. A part of you didn't want to part with it, you look down at it endearingly before shyly glancing up at Eddie, who is still looking at you, examining you... your cheeks suddenly heat up, "H-here," you hand it to him before rubbing your tired eyes.

Silence.

"'S probably a stupid question but I'm gonna ask anyway," His eyes flicker between your eyes, gently taking the bandana from you, your fingers brushing "Are you feeling better - after our talk?"

You sigh softly and look down, rubbing your eyes more.

He purses his lips, still watching you closely and you grow more and more anxious by the second, "No offence, but you look like you haven't slept in years - decades even," he states with a playful undertone, but you can tell that he means every word.

You huff a laugh, rolling your eyes, "Decades - really?"

"I'm serious," he chuckles softly, his cheeks pinkish, "How long has miss moonlight gone without sleep?"

It takes every fibre of your being not to roll your eyes again, you cross your arms, keeping your lips sealed - he mirrors your actions and crosses his arms too and you give in... you roll my eyes and visibly deflate in defeat, "Not since that night - in the woods," you mumble, "I've sorta been - stopping myself - from sleeping."

He tilts his head, confused, "Why?"

You shrug, "Nightmares," you can’t help but visibly shiver at the thought of the most recent one you had.

He blinks at you, "Y'know, I'm all for embracing fantasy - but Freddy Krueger isn't real-."

"Shhhh!"

His eyes widen, his mouth agape, "Oh - maybe he is-."

"Shut up!" You whisper shout, glaring at him, "I'm serious, Eddie," you place your hand over your heart, frowning as you feel everything inside you just sink, making you feel light-headed. He clearly thinks I'm a joke, that I am impossible to take seriously because I can't explain the depth of my situation. "You - wouldn't - understand a-nyway," your knees buckle as the severity and heaviness of what you’d been holding in became too much... Eddie quickly steps forward and catches you by your elbows.

"Woah," he keeps a hold of you for a few moments and everything in your body feels numb... apart from your elbows, where his hands are - you quickly shake your head and move your arms away from his grasp, "Er - m-aybe you should - s-it down somewhere," he mumbles unsurely.

You speedily turn away from him, embarrassed and you fall onto your bed into a sitting position, your legs crossed, "My sleep schedule is none of your business."

He can’t even look at you sitting on the bed, he grows shy and looks like he wants to vanish into thin air, "I-I know - I just-."

"Why do you care?"

You’d annoyed him, his face turns into what looks like frustration, he places a hand over his eyes and sighs, "I've just been thinking about you a lot, m'kay - I know it's not my business and you don't like me even a little bit but - I make it my business to look out for others," he rambles, shaking his head.

"So I'm now a pity case, huh?" You huff, "I don't know why I opened up to you, Munson - I really don't, but just because I did, it doesn't mean we're now gonna be best buds and skip towards the sunset, singing - 'Rainbow in the Dark' together," you spit the words out so fast that once you’re silent again and the mental image of you and Eddie with linked arms, singing Dio on field of beautiful flowers, invades your brain... you look up at Eddie, who is biting his lips together in attempt to stop himself from laughing, "It's not funny," you lean forward and playfully slap his arm, giggling.

"Hey," he whispers, little giggles leaving his lips, "it is a little bit funny," he brings his hand up, gesturing 'little' with his ring clad fingers. “Besides, I think - ‘Lonely Is The Word’ - Black Sabbath - suits us better, don’t you?”

Why isn’t he running for the hills after being pushed away by me so much?

You stare up at him in wonder, his cheeks are puffed up while he grins cheekily.

Is he flirting with me or is he as lonely as I am? I’m gonna go with the latter.

When the silence becomes too loud for him he looks over his shoulder at your open window before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder while looking down at you, "I’d - better um - go then?"

"No!" You blurt suddenly before quickly bringing your hand to your mouth and look at your door, frightened, "S-sit," you point at the end of your bed and manoeuvre yourself so that your back is pressed against your headboard.

Eddie looks startled and sheepish, his usually fidgety self is as stiff as a plank of wood... he exhales, trying to calm himself down and he steps forward before hissing in shock as he almost trips over your basketball in the middle of the room, "Jesus Chr- I'm - okay," he sighs before carefully sitting at the end of your bed, his hands in his lap.

You bring your legs closer to your upper half and rest your chin on your knees, "Maybe that was karma - for making fun of it - calling it the 'balls in laundry baskets' game," I giggle softly, mimicking his voice and trying to ignore the fact that your heart is beating so fast... this is wrong - Becky would've snitched on me, mom probably would hit me again... this feels very rebellious… I kinda like it.

Eddie's mouth is practically zipped shut, he side-eyes you at every single minuscule movement you make and fully turns his head when he sees that you’re reaching for your duvet and pulling it over you.

"Could you - I - I don't know - stay until I fall asleep?" You whisper softly, guilt flowing through you for even asking. I need to shut up. You hide your face behind your duvet and peek past it to see that Eddie's eyes are big, he looks hesitant. I should've stopped myself from asking when I had the chance.

He exhales shakily, "S-sure."

You’d never seen him so shy, usually he was jumping on tables or confronting bullies - he played metal guitar in front of the whole of middle school, parents, teachers and students at the talent show without a care in the world... "You - don't have to s-tay, Eddie."

"No - no, I'll - stay," he stutters, nodding his head eagerly and blushing.

"Okay," you mumble, watching him... you feel warm, a sense of comfort in your bedroom that you hadn't felt in a long time because finally, you aren’t alone... though out of everybody you knew, you certainly weren’t expecting Eddie Munson to be here right now to comfort you.

The shape of his silhouette stays visible as your eyelids flicker and slowly open and close. Though you are quickly and very easily falling asleep, you notice Eddie take a look at your room and take a particular interest in the pinboard you have hung up on your wall above your headboard - where you’d pinned your 'Ozzy the Tiger' notes from Billy.

Eddie sort of... smiles triumphantly at them, but you are too woozy to address it and your eyes feel heavy, you are falling asleep - peacefully… finally.

"Night-night, miss moonlight."

You are running now, your heart is pounding against your chest and your muscles ache.

Brimborn Steel Works is in the distance and you come to a halt when you look over your shoulder and see that nothing is behind you... you aren’t being chased by the Mind Flayer - you breathe heavily and bend over slightly to rest and to hold onto your thighs.

You visibly relax as each second goes by - you’d outran it after a month of trying unsuccessfully, you laugh breathlessly, thinking it’s all over.

You are so wrong. You couldn’t have been more wrong... all of the organs in your body feel as though they are sinking as a shadow comes your way and towers over you.

Your first port of call is Eddie - immediately you think of him because you feel so comforted by him suddenly. You run in the direction of the trailer park... your face scrunched up in pain, your knees buckling every so often.

Sobs leave your lips as the realisation that you can’t outrun this monster sets in... it just keeps hovering over you, moving with you.

You try not to scream when it sends it's tentacles for you, attaching themselves to you as you continue to try and run, but it is getting harder and you are getting slower. Your limbs are being pulled upwards and you look down, realising you’re in mid-air, levitating from the ground.

'Did you think you could avoid me, little miss thief.' The demonic voice, "You're mine," it says as you’re being pulled up, about to become Mind Flayer bait, but you feel yourself being shaken before you can merge with it - then suddenly you’re falling a fifteen foot drop to the ground.

You scream at the top of your lungs, kicking your legs violently, trying to get away from... Eddie?! Who is holding onto your wrists and hovering over you slightly with a terrified look on his face, "Holy shit - Tink!"

Your eyes are wide, your chest heaving as you begin to sob loudly... I can't get away, I'm losing my mind, I don't know what's real and what's not. Eddie's grasp on your wrist gets less tight, his hand is shaking and his lips are trembling, "It's okay, I promise - it's just a bad drea-," his thumb traces over the roughness of the scar on your wrist and he looks at it closely, a frown on his lips as he squints his eyes.

You hear your mother shout for you, then the thudding of her footsteps coming up the stairs getting louder and louder.

You physically cower, wishing that you had a shell to crawl into - the sound of your mother’s voice making you sob louder and tremble and you snatch your arm away from Eddie's grasp, who is looking at you completely dumbfounded, blinking profusely, not knowing what to do.

Your door rattles violently as your mom twists the handle and tries to open it, "Let me in!" Her voice sounds just like the monster that haunts you every night.

"G-go - away!" You sob, desperately trying to push Eddie off of your bed, "Leave me alone, please!"

Who am I even talking to? Mom? Eddie? The Mind Flayer?

Eddie jumps away as the door rattles more violently this time, he'd tried to stop you from pushing him away... he stood still in the middle of your room, he stares at the door with big eyes as your mom hits the door, "Don't you dare talk to me like that you good for nothing excuse of a daughter!" Eddie's face fell more as he drags his eyes away from the door to look at you, realisation spreading across his features and sadness in his big eyes.

You quickly pick up one of your pillows and throw it at him as you scream, "Go - go - goooo!" You continue to sob while you pick up your pillows and throw them in a state of emotional frenzy until he's gone... you quickly realise that the aim of my outburst had been at your mom, not Eddie, when there's nothing but emptiness, loneliness and continuous sounds of your bedroom door being jolted and sobs leaving your lips.

The door suddenly clicks at a particularly harsh jolt at your door from your mom, who bursts into the room and strides towards you with a horrific look on her face, moving as fast as the Mind Flayer’s tentacles… you brace yourself, hiding your red and swollen face between your knees and wrapping your arms tightly around your legs.

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 2 months ago

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Will you share any snippets of Spider and Cupcake modern au?

Sure! This is from one of Cabins many endings. Enjoy 💞

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Miles was hanging upside down on the living room couch, watching t.v glazed eyed, bored out of his mind with nothing to do. It was Saturday and yet Kiri and Lo’ak couldn’t come over. They were basically on house arrest, forced to do nothing but study for finals through the weekend. And so he was alone. Despite nearly constantly being by himself, Miles still wasn’t used to it. More accurately he hated it, his monotonous days only brightened by the hope that his friends would show up to keep him company.

He stared down the t.v, not a thought in his head, not even absorbing the show or movie or whatever it was that he had thrown on in a bid for entertainment. And then the front door crashed open, startling him so badly he tumbled off the couch, hitting his head on the floor. “M.J!” the familiar voice of his Auntie Z called.

“In here,” he called back as he righted himself, while rubbing at the tender spot on the top of his noggin.

“Come outside,” Z yelled, not bothering to make her way to him, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” Curiosity pecked, Miles did as he was told, meeting his aunt in the driveway. “I figured you must be getting really lonely, couped up in this house twenty four seven,” she said as he approached, “so I decided to get you a friend.” With that Z opened the door to the back of her car, to a fluffy border collie that immediately leapt out, daintily taking a seat in front of him. Miles sucked in a breath, astonished. His aunt had gotten him a dog.

“This is Cupcake,” Z said, while Miles tentatively held out his hand for the dog to sniff. She took in his scent then sat back on her haunches. “She’s a service dog, trained by my wife.”

Miles reached out both his hands to cup the dog's face, ruffling her fur, “you're so pretty,” he said to Cupcake in a hush, squatting to be at eye level with her. In response she licked his face, making him laugh. “Yes, you're so good. What a good girl.”

Z smiled seeing the immediate bond between the boy and his dog. “She’s smart too,” Z said, “Cupcake learned faster than any other dog my wife has ever trained.”

“Trained to what?” Miles understood that Cupcake was supposed to be a service dog but he had no idea what that entailed.

“Come here,” Z waved him over to her side, Cupcake dutifully trailing after him. “Stand here,” Z positioned him with a wide circle of space, “now say her name and ask her to watch your six.”

“Cupcake,” her ears perked up at his call, head cocking slightly, “watch my six.” His dog instantly came to him, defensively wrapping her body around the right side of his legs, facing away from him to watch his back. Miles gasped not only because it was cool to see a dog so well trained, but because it instantly brought him a relief he hadn’t even realized he’d needed, feeling safe from any unseen lurking eyes.

“Good,” Z said, “now try asking her for a hug.”

Miles was unsure about this command but still did as his aunt asked, “Cupcake, hug.” She stopped watching his back, turning to face him. Cupcake waited a split second for their eyes to meet, then gently jumped into his arms, her front paws resting on his chest. The act brought Miles more comfort then he could have predicted. He wrapped his arms around her, petting her sides. “Good girl Cupcake.”

Z gave him a soft smile. “Come on. Help me unload all of her stuff from the car, then we can go out back and I’ll teach you all of her commands.”

Miles nodded. Cupcake was never far from his side, as he brought in her food, toys, bowls and bed. Long after Z had left him, Miles was still in awe of Cupcake, even as she slept, curled up by his side on the couch as he stroked her fur. The stress of the upcoming trail and endless loneliness until then seemed a little easier now with his dog by his side.

#spider socorro #miles spider socorro #cupcake the ikran #avatar zdog #avatar modern au #cabin in the woods #avatar fanfiction #my fanfic

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ghosttotheparty · 2 years ago

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everything you need, anything you want

also on AO3 based on this post

So eighty-six wasn’t his year.

It’s not like Eddie’s never been wrong before.

He lives in the Harrington home. After the “earthquakes,” Steve’s parents move to Norfolk. They leave Steve in Hawkins. Not that he would have gone with them anyway, but an offer would have been nice.

They leave him the house. And enough money to get by. His mother leaves him a kiss on the cheek. He wipes it off when she’s gone.

Eddie stays in the guest room.

Steve’s parents’ old room remains empty, save for a bare mattress, a bed frame, two dressers and his mother’s vanity. Steve contemplates taking it all out back and having a bonfire.

When they found Eddie in the Upside Down, cowering in the shadows, no one thought he was real. Eddie didn’t think they were real either, after all the tricks the Upside Down has played on him. Robin said his name.

He hadn’t used his voice except to scream in the past year, so it was rough and scratchy and dry when he spoke.

You’re real?

They were.

Solid and breathing when they embraced him, and then he was crying, and for some reason it was Steve on the ground with him, his arms around Eddie tightly.

He’d been whispering to Eddie.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Eddie, I’m here now, I got you.

As if he’d known at all how much of Eddie’s mind he’d occupied the whole time he struggled to survive. As if he’d known that he was what kept Eddie warm at night. (Or, what Eddie assumes was night. Time seems to move differently in the Upside Down. Simultaneously slower and faster, five years passing in an hour, twenty minutes in three weeks.)

The reunion had to be put on pause. They’ve all gotten too good at stopping their emotions, at shifting gears at the blink of an eye.

It resumed in Steve’s house, late at night, after they’d all nursed their wounds and drank some water and showered off the Upside Down.

Eddie sat on the coffee table. He was wearing Steve’s clothes now, his own too ripped and worn and disgusting. (He threw them into a bag after dressing and told Steve to burn it all. Steve swore he would.) Steve’s sweatpants were warm, soft, and his hoodie was too big, the sleeves hanging down over Eddie’s hands. His hair was wet and cold against his skin, but he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so at ease in his own body.

Except that everyone was staring at him like he was about to explode at any given second. Except Steve. Who looked like he was about to burst into tears.

Dustin spoke first.

You died. I— I watched you die, I heard you stop breathing.

Eddie gripped the ends of the hoodie sleeves tightly.

I know.

Did you not? Robin had asked weakly, like she was going to be sick. Did we just…

No, I did.

He did.

He doesn’t know how he knows, but he knows.

I died, but then I just…

All their eyes were wide. Confused. Sitting in an awful fucking silence that made Eddie want to rip his skin off.

I’m not the same. As I was. There’s something… Off about me.

What is it? Nancy asked. Her voice was quiet, almost just a breath but still audible in the silence.

He had squeezed his eyes shut, his legs drawn to his chest. How the fuck was he supposed to explain it? That he wasn’t quite human anymore? That he could smell all their blood, and then he wanted to consume it? That he was fucking starving?

He just shook his head, shivering, letting his head fall to his knees, and then Steve was touching him, sliding his hand over Eddie’s back in front of everything. Eddie could feel the heat of his skin through the hoodie. He spoke to the floor without lifting his head.

I’m a fucking vampire or something.

And the room was silent, until Nancy spoke again.

Explain?

So he explained.

It’s all fucking insane, but Eddie guesses in the grand scheme of things nothing is fucking insane anymore.

Steve stayed close to him the whole time, his hand on Eddie’s back, and after a while, Eddie reached for his other hand, taking it as he spoke. No one said anything about the way he held it for the rest of the time they were in the living room, playing with Steve’s fingers as he talked about the place he already knew he’d have nightmares about.

He stayed in Steve’s room that night. Neither of them said anything as they found their way toward each other, as Eddie held onto Steve’s arm, as Steve slowly pulled away so he could wrap his arm around Eddie, pull him against his chest.

I’m sorry, Eddie. I—I wanted to bring you back, but— but the gate was—

I know, Steve. ‘S okay.

It was probably better that he didn’t wake up in some morgue in town or something. Better that no one else (especially Steve) had to witness him discover that he’s not human, had to witness him learn how to kill creatures just to drink the blood from their still-warm bodies.

He woke up the next morning with his head on Steve’s chest. He could hear his heartbeat. Steve was playing with his hair, combing through his hair and untangling his curls gently. Eddie could hear some noise downstairs, clattering in the kitchen, steps in the hallway. And it was warm.

It was so, so warm.

There were tears on his skin before he even processed his eyes burning. He squeezes his eyes shut, turning his face into Steve’s chest, and tried not to cry, but Steve could feel him shaking, could hear his soft breaths, and Steve slowly sat up, holding Eddie to himself.

It’s okay.

Eddie clutched at him. Gripped his shirt in tight fists, hid his face in his neck.

He sobbed.

Steve was crying too, his arms tight and firm around Eddie, listening and understand him even though his voice was cracking and weak.

It was so cold, Stevie, it was so— it was so cold.

You don’t have to be cold anymore, Eddie.

The sun was shining brightly in Steve’s room. Eddie could feel it on his skin. He’d missed the sun.

They spent almost the whole morning in bed, even though they can hear the others downstairs. Steve kept his arms around Eddie the whole time, until they both stopped crying, until Eddie just sat next to him, leaning against him. Eddie looks at home. Gazed at him. The sunlight hit his eyes in a way that made them glow, and his hair in a way that made strands of it look like golden thread. His eyelashes were clumped together with tears, and Eddie remembered why he always thought Steve had princess eyes.

Steve’s hair was longer than it was when Eddie died. Overgrown carelessly and pushed back, and Eddie’s eyes got caught before he reached up and pushed it up from where it had fallen over his ears. The side of his head was shaved.

Eddie’s eyes widened, and Steve was laughing even before Eddie was sitting up and manhandling Steve’s head to check the other side.

You cut your hair?

Yeah, I… I wanted something different.

…It suits you.

You think?

Eddie nodded. Ran a hand under the overgrown hair and over the shaved part, watched as Steve tilted his head up into the touch. They were quiet for a moment before Steve spoke again.

When my parents left, I… I kinda started acting out. They always cared about keeping appearances, so I… I don’t know. Kinda weird to have a rebellious phase at twenty one.

Is that why your walls look like Polluck paintings and the rest of house looks like a museum?

Robin helped.

I assumed.

Eddie had continued petting his hair. Steve had seemed to like it.

What else?

I, uhm. …You’re gonna laugh.

I won’t laugh.

Even if you say you won’t, you’re gonna.

Okay, I might, doesn’t matter. Tell me.

I… I started listening to, like. Metal and stuff.

Eddie laughed. Steve hit his chest.

How’d that happen?

…I missed you.

That had hurt.

Eddie exhaled and his hand fell from where it was pressed into Steve’s hair, falling to rest on his neck. He could feel Steve’s pulse. He wanted to sink his teeth into it. He ignored the desire.

I, uhm… I remembered you mentioned Ozzy, so I went to a music store and asked about it, and…

You like it?

It keeps my head quiet.

Steve had directed him to the other side of his room, where his tapes and records were. Eddie looked through them while Steve watched. Ozzy, Metallica, Dio, Motörhead, Twisted Sister. Eddie’s face had hurt. He hadn’t smiled in a long time.

I kept your vest.

You did?

Yeah. Wore it sometimes when I missed you more than usual.

Eddie wanted to cry again.

Got some t-shirts and shit you might like.

Can I look?

‘Course.

Eddie looked. Carefully rifled through Steve’s shirt drawer. Looked at the worn, probably second-hand t-shirts. Grinned at the Judas Priest shirt and the AC/DC shirt.

You’re a regular punk, aren’t you, Stevie?

Maybe a little. …Maybe more than a little.

What’s that mean?

Steve paused, his cheeks flushing prettily as he shrugged. Eddie just raised his eyebrows, and Steve stared, his jaw working for a moment before he opened his mouth to reveal a metal stud at the centre of his tongue.

Eddie let out a loud What? and rushed across the room to see, dropping the AC/DC shirt, and Steve laughed. Eddie landed on the bed next to him, on his knees, and grabbed Steve’s chin.

Open up. Let me see.

He repressed the urge to tell him what a good boy he was when Steve immediately followed directions. The stud was black, shining. Eddie wanted to touch it. He wanted to spit on it.

Did it hurt?

They shoved a needle through my tongue, Eddie. Yeah, it hurt.

Alright, attitude. Very metal, Stevie.

Thanks.

So that was that.

Neither of them are the same anymore. Eddie’s teeth are a little sharper, his skin a little colder. Steve is a little more rough around the edges.

They figure everything out. It takes some time, but everything gets sorted. The fridge in the garage is stocked with blood at all times for nights that Eddie can’t go out and catch squirrels or deer. They sleep in separate rooms, but immediately find each other in the morning. Eddie leans on Steve’s back while Steve makes coffee in the kitchen. They sit with their legs locked between them under the table. Steve puts his hand on Eddie’s leg while they watch TV or movies together.

Eddie always ends up pulling Steve against himself. Steve always ends up falling asleep.

Steve doesn’t sleep often.

Eddie knows he doesn’t sleep much at night. He doesn’t either, plagued by nights and memories, staring at the ceiling in the dim light of a lamp that sits on the floor.

Steve leaves his bathroom light on night. When Eddie leaves his room to get water he can see the glow of it under Steve’s door, and he wonders what he thinks about late at night. If he stares at the the ceiling like Eddie does. If he sleeps with his blankets wrapped around him tightly. If he gets cold too.

•••••••••••••••Eddie rolls onto his side and pulls his blanket around him tighter. All of his bedding smells like the rest of the house, almost like Steve but not quite. (Steve smells better.)

Eddie hates nighttime. He likes that it’s quiet, that it’s calm, that nothing is really expected of him, but it’s too dark. Darkness is suffocating. Even with a lamp on.

He looks across the room when there’s a shuffle in the hall, looking over his shoulder. He holds his breath.

After a few moments there’s a soft knock on his door.

“Steve?” Eddie says quietly, and the door opens slowly. Steve is still holding the doorknob, his eyes shining, and he looks so tiny it makes Eddie ache. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” Steve pauses, blinking at him and taking a breath. He’s wearing a Judas Priest shirt and some shorts, his hair tousled, looking sleepy and pretty. He also looks like he’s going to cry, which Eddie hates, but can’t deny that it also looks pretty. “Are you okay?”

Eddie blinks at him.

“I’m fine,” he says quietly. “Are you? What’s happening?”

Steve continues to stare at him, his eyes tracing him almost desperately.

“I just— I had…”

He’s breathing hard, like he’s been running.

“You had a nightmare?” Eddie asks softly. Steve nods. Eddie pauses, looking at the anxious shine of his eyes, at the way his hands are trembling. “You wanna come over here?”

Steve just steps inside and shuts the door wordlessly, using both hands to make it quiet, like they’re keeping it a secret from the rest of the house. (Which feels like it’s watching them sometimes, if Eddie is honest.)

He sits on the edge of Eddie’s bed, facing the wall, his eyes blankly tracing the posters pinned to the wall. Eddie moves closer to him, watching his chest rise and fall quickly.

“Steve,” he says, sitting cross-legged, facing him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“You were gone,” Steve says quietly, his voice breathy and rough. “We— We were in the Upside Down, and we found—“ he cuts off, taking a small gasp, and Eddie leans closer, placing his hand on Steve’s back gently. Steve squeezes his eyes shut, his breath stuttering in his chest. “We found your body.”

“Steve,” Eddie breathes, running his hand over his back, catching the folds of the thin fabric of his shirt. “I’m right here.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, and Eddie’s chest clenches. He moves closer, carefully pushing his hand up Steve’s neck into his hair to run over the shaved part, furrowing his brows with Steve takes a gasping, stuttering breath.

“Hey,” Eddie says softly. “Stevie.” Steve opens his eyes, his expression so pained it makes Eddie’s bones ache. “I’m okay, sweetheart.”

“You died, Eddie,” Steve says weakly. “You were dead, you…”

“I’m alive, Stevie,” Eddie whispers, running his fingers through his hair. Steve just whines, his eyes closing as tears fall. “Hey, I got a heartbeat,” Eddie says quietly. Steve’s eyes open. “You wanna feel it?”

Steve takes a breath, turning to look at him, and he nods.

“Come here, gimme your hand.” He takes Steve’s trembling hand, pulls it toward himself so Steve shifts to face him, and presses it to his own chest, his fingers holding Steve’s hand tightly. He takes a deep breath, and Steve’s eyes watch his chest rise and fall.

“You feel it?” Eddie asks softly after a few moments, when Steve’s breath has slowed, and Steve’s hand presses harder, his lips pursing as he frowns, almost pouting, and Eddie tilts his head fondly, almost smiling. Steve’s hand slides up after a moment, over the collar of Eddie’s sweater, until it’s sliding over Eddie’s neck.

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat when Steve’s fingers wrap around it, his fingertips pressing into his skin tightly. Steve is still panting, his eyelids fluttering. It takes a moment for Eddie to realise Steve’s fingers are pressing into his pulse.

Steve nods, closing his eyes, breathless.

“I feel it.”

Eddie nods. He can’t breathe. Steve’s hand is hot against Eddie’s skin, holding him tightly.

“I’m okay, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, sliding his hand to rest on the side of Steve’s neck. Steve exhales shakily, his fingers tightening, and Eddie thinks he might pass out. His lips part, and his eyes flutter closed before he reaches for Steve’s wrist.

“Steve, you gotta stop.”

Steve’s eyes open and he looks up at Eddie, hurt snd worry shining in his eyes.

“‘S just—“ Eddie tries to fix, squeezing his wrist. “It— This… feels good.”

Steve’s eyes are glazed over, and his fingers shift. He doesn’t let go. His voice is slurred when he speaks.

“If it feels good, why would I stop?”

Eddie’s mouth goes dry.

“Just…” He squeezes Steve’s wrist again, tugs it away. “You had a nightmare, Stevie, you need…”

“Need this,” Steve mumbles, twisting his hand to hold Eddie’s. “Please, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes flick back and forth between Steve’s, like he’s trying to see into him.

“I just—“ Steve cuts off, his eyelashes fluttering as his eyes shine with unshed tears again. “I just wanna feel your heartbeat, Eddie, please.”

“Okay,” Eddie breathes. Steve exhales as if in relief, his hand finding Eddie’s neck again, and Eddie wants to cry. “C’mere.”

Steve crawls closer, moving so he can lay against Eddie heavily, taking a shuddering breath.

“I got you,” Eddie murmurs softly, wrapping an arm around him and laying down, pulling Steve with him so he lands on top of Eddie, his head on Eddie’s shoulder. Steve giggles softly, his hand tightening on Eddie’s neck, and Eddie exhales sharply, closing his eyes.

“Are you still gonna be here in the morning?” Steve’s voice says quietly.

Eddie pulls him in tighter. He could be sarcastic. That they’re in his room, that he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. But Steve’s voice is so soft, so small and vulnerable, that he can’t.

“Of course.”

•••••••••••••••The others notice it too, that Steve isn’t entirely okay.

Steve insists he’s fine, that everything is under control.

Eddie does what he can to help, cooks and cleans and does everything he can to make sure Steve can relax at home, but it doesn’t really seem to help at all. Steve is always tense, fidgeting anxiously, picking at his skin and lips and nails until he’s bleeding. Eddie reaches over to take his hand, holding it gently to stop him.

Even Robin does it, laying across his lap and holding his hands in her own while they talk.

Eddie’s heart hurts. The skin around some of Steve’s nails is red and raw, his lips cracked.

“I’m just saying, Steve, maybe you should take a break,” Nancy says, watching him cross the room. He’s chewing on a nail, looking at her.

“From what?”

“Steve,” Eddie says softly. Steve shrugs at him, and Jonathan lowers his head to his knees. “Come on—“ He cuts off with a soft breath, stopping himself from saying sweetheart in front of everyone. Argyle looks at him. He can probably tell.

“You just gotta relax, man,” Argyle says, looking away from Eddie. “Smoke some weed or something.”

“I can’t walk around high twenty four-seven,” Steve says, frustrated. “I have— responsibilities, I gotta— I gotta take care of the kids, I’m…”

“Stevie,” Robin says, sitting up from where she’s laying on Eddie’s lap. “We don’t mean to move to Florida or something permanently, just… relax.”

“I’ve tried,” Steve says adamantly. He’s pacing. “I’ve— I’ve smoked, I’ve tried fucking reading books, and listening to music, and I’m—“ Steve cuts off, tossing his hands.

“I can try something,” Eddie says before he can even think, and everyone looks at him. His face burns.

“What?” Steve asks quietly, biting his nail again.

“I…” He looks up at Steve from the sofa, ignoring the others’ stares, and he takes a deep breath. “It’s gonna sound fucked, but there’s… this thing I do when I hunt, that’s…” Steve is staring at him intensely, his eyes shining. “It’s like putting them in a trance, it… calms them down.”

“Like hypnotising them?” Nancy says, and Eddie looks at her. Steve keeps staring at Eddie.

“I guess, but it’s—“ He rubs his cheek anxiously. “It doesn’t have to be weird. It just calms them down so they don’t run away, and it kinda makes me feel better because they’re not scared when they die, but, I mean… Obviously I’m not gonna kill you,” he adds, looking at Steve again, who stares. “But it might… help.”

“Okay.”

Eddie blinks.

“Okay?”

“Yes,” Steve says almost breathlessly. Eddie’s eyes look back and forth between Steve’s. “Please.”

“…Okay,” Eddie says softly. “Uhm.”

He stands slowly, standing in front of Steve, his cheeks hot as everyone stares. Steve’s hand lowers from his mouth, and he looks at Eddie anxiously. He looks the same way he looked when he spent the night with Eddie: small and vulnerable and scared, and Eddie’s chest hurts.

“If you… change your mind,” Eddie says softly. “Tell me. Okay?”

“Okay,” Steve breathes.

“Okay.”

Eddie takes a deep breath.

“…Relax, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes flutter shut, and his shoulders slump, and then he’s falling.

“Woah.” Eddie catches him as the others shout, and he falls to his knees, holding Steve, looking at his face desperately. “Steve?”

“Oh my god,” Nancy says, standing as Argyle sits up.

Steve exhales heavily, his head rolling as Eddie tugs him carefully into his lap. Robin kneels next to Steve, touching his face worriedly, saying his name.

“Stevie?” Eddie says softly as Nancy and Jonathan look over his shoulder.

“‘M fine,” Steve mumbles without opening his eyes.

“Steve,” Eddie says, finding his hand and holding it. “Can you open your eyes?”

Steve lets out a soft noise that makes Eddie’s breath catch in his throat.

“Steve, open your eyes.”

Steve’s eyes open, and it takes a moment for them to find Eddie above him. They’re glassy and glazed over.

“You okay?” Eddie asks softly.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “Feel good.”

“I feel like we shouldn’t be here anymore,” Robin says quietly, looking up at Nancy, who frowns with a soft, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Argyle agrees. “He’s, like, super vulnerable right now.”

“Yeah, we should go,” Jonathan says when Steve blinks blearily up at Eddie, his fingers shifting on Eddie’s.

“Okay,” Eddie says softly, gazing down at him. Robin gets up and leans down to rustle Eddie’s hair affectionately.

“Take care of him, Eds.”

“‘Course.”

They all leave quietly, Jonathan and Argyle patting Eddie’s back gently as they pass.

“You feel okay, Stevie?” Eddie murmurs when they’re gone. Steve hums a soft mhmm. “Use your words, honey.”

Steve swallows, taking a breath, looking at Eddie with glassy eyes.

“I feel okay.”

“Yeah?”

“I feel so okay.”

Eddie smiles softly, letting go of Steve’s hand and reaching to gently push his hair back.

Steve’s eyes close again, and he’s smiling, his face more relaxed than Eddie’s ever seen him. He traces his fingertips over Steve’s face, over his eyebrows and cheekbones and jawline and the bridge of his nose and his lips. Steve’s lips part as Eddie’s fingertip is trailing over them, and Eddie scoffs, moving to hold his chin.

“You wanna stay here for a while?”

“Please.”

“Can I lay down with you?”

“Mm.”

Eddie moves, letting Steve lift his head off his lap so he can shift to lay on the floor next to him, his arm bent under his head.

“Hi.”

Steve just exhales, blinking at him, smiling softly.

“‘S it okay if I touch you?” Steve lets out a short hum. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Touch me,” Steve breathes. “Please.”

“I got you,” Eddie whispers, moving closer. He reaches out and touches Steve’s face again, watching his eyes flutter shut as he trails his fingertips over his cheek. “Pretty boy.”

He waits for a moment, pushing Steve’s hair back, petting the shaved part gently.

“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

Steve doesn’t say anything, just exhaling and tilting his head so it presses into Eddie’s hand.

“Steve,” Eddie says softly, hesitating. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“So good,” Steve says softly. “‘S so quiet.”

“What is?”

“…My head.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm.” It almost sounds like a moan. “Wanna stay here.”

“Where?” Eddie whispers.

“The clouds.”

Eddie can’t fight his smile, and he carefully drags his nails over Steve’s skin, watching Steve shiver.

“You can stay here for a while.”

Steve closes his eyes.

Eddie can tell that he’s not asleep. He knows what Steve’s breathing sounds like when he’s sleeping, which maybe could be weird, but he doesn’t worry about it.

He keeps trailing his fingers over his hair lightly, gazing at him, tracing his moles with his eyes like he’s stargazing.

He lets him float. Waits for him.

Until Steve sighs, and slowly opens his eyes, blinking at Eddie like he’s waking up.

“Welcome back,” Eddie says quietly.

“Sorry,” Steve says.

“Don’t apologize,” Eddie whispers. “Was it nice?”

“Yes,” Steve says without hesitation. “I liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Steve looks like he might cry.

“We can do it again sometime.”

“Can we?”

“Yeah, Stevie.”

“Okay.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Where are the others?”

“They left a little while ago,” Eddie says quietly. “Wanted to give you some privacy.”

“Oh.”

Steve closes his eyes again. Presses his hand up against Eddie’s, holding it to himself.

“Are you comfortable here?” Eddie asks softly. “The floor isn’t too bad?”

“No, ‘s fine.”

“You wanna…” Eddie pauses. “You wanna come closer?”

Steve smiles, and he moves closer, sighing as Eddie lifts his arm to set around him. He tucks his face into Eddie’s neck, and Eddie almost shivers when he feels Steve’s breath on his skin.

“Thank you,” Steve murmurs. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

“Like it when you call me that.”

“‘S good, I like calling you that.”

Steve nuzzles into his neck, his hands tucking against Eddie’s chest.

•••••••••••••••They talk about it the next day. Eddie asks if it was okay. If he took anything too far, if Steve was uncomfortable with anything. Steve just smiles. And hugs him.

Tell him that it was perfect, Eds.

They don’t talk about it again.

They don’t really need to.

The others seem to just pick up on it, how something has shifted between them, without anyone saying anything about it. Steve sits closer to Eddie than he used to, leans against him and holds his hand wordlessly, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. The others all see it. Eddie’s face flushes with heat every time.

He’s started kissing him. His cheeks, his forehead, the top of his head, every time Steve floats away, every time he rests against Eddie and hides his face in Eddie’s neck. It makes Steve smile. The first time Eddie does it, he tucks Steve’s hair back and presses his lips to his cheek, just under his eye, and Steve’s face turns pink even though his eyes are glazed over and he’s swaying.

So Eddie does it every chance he gets. Of course.

He’s not sure what they are.

Eddie’s never even come out to him, and Steve’s never mentioned liking men, but somehow Eddie doesn’t worry about it.

They sleep together more often than not, usually in Steve’s room. Eddie steals Steve’s clothes to wear during the day while he’s gone, and Steve sleeps in Eddie’s t-shirts and sweaters. He leans against Eddie’s back while Eddie plays guitar, humming along, listening.

It seems to get easier for Steve.

It makes Eddie happy, getting to see him relax, getting to see him smile and sigh and laugh at Eddie’s stupid jokes and puns. He still has days, days where he just comes home and curls up on the sofa, hiding his face and staying silent when Eddie tries to talk to him. And he has other days where he comes home and just won’t stop, cleaning and cooking and rambling until Eddie stops him.

Sometimes while he’s floating he holds Eddie’s neck, feeling his heartbeat. It’s nice.

•••••••••••••••“Hey, sweetheart.”

Steve just responds w a soft groan, falling against Eddie’s back. Eddie laughs lightly, looking over his shoulder, pausing with the dishes.

“Long day?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna tell me about it?”

Steve is quiet for a moment before he sighs, and his arms wrap around Eddie’s torso. It makes Eddie’s cheeks heat up.

“Scars have been hurting all day.” He presses his face to Eddie’s shoulder, squeezes, squishing his cheek and muffling his voice. “‘Nd my head hurt for a while at work, ‘n just… nothing was working for me. ‘M tired.”

Eddie finishes with the dishes, leaving a pot full of water so he doesn’t jostle Steve while he cleans it, and he shuts the water off, reaching for the dish towel and drying his hands before he turns around.

Steve hugs him before he can say anything, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and pulling him close, and Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, hugging him back tightly. Steve slumps against him. Eddie kisses his temple.

“Alright?”

“Can you put me under?” Steve asks softly, lifting his head.

Eddie kisses his cheek.

“‘Course. Want you to eat some dinner first, though.”

“Okay.”

They eat together at the table, D&D materials pushed out of the way for their plates. Steve tells him more about his day. Eddie admires him across the table. He sits with his legs crossed on his chair, leaning over them so he doesn’t spill anything. (Steve once said he was never allowed to sit like this as a kid.)

Steve changes while Eddie finishes cleaning up. He wants to help, but Eddie refuses to let him.

“How do you wanna do it?” Eddie asks when he’s finished, when Steve is back, wearing a pair of cut-off shorts and a Sabbath shirt that Eddie thinks might be his.

“Wanna sit on your lap,” Steve says, his voice already a little slurred. Eddie grins.

“Sofa?”

“Mm.”

Eddie leads him to the living room, their fingers hooked together. Steve gently pushes Eddie to the sofa, and Eddie looks up at him, smiling, but Steve doesn’t sit across his lap the way Eddie expects. Instead, he lowers himself to Eddie’s lap with his knees on either side of his hips. Eddie’s cheeks flush with heat.

“Hi,” Eddie says softly as Steve settles, setting his hands on Steve’s hips gently.

“Hi.”

“This okay?”

Steve’s hands find their places on Eddie’s shoulders, holding him.

“…Take a deep breath for me..” Steve’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he inhales, his hands loosening on Eddie’s shoulders. “Good boy, one more.”

Steve smiles as he does it again, his cheeks pink.

“There you go,” Eddie murmurs, his thumbs brushing back and forth over his hips. “Do your scars still hurt?”

There’s a moment before Steve shakes his head.

“Your head?”

Another shake.

“Everything’s okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve murmurs, his eyes half shut. “I feel good.”

Eddie smiles, tilting his head so he can press a kiss to Steve’s wrist.

“Can I do something?” Steve asks quietly, his eyes glazed.

“Anything.”

Steve smiles softly, his hand sliding from Eddie’s shoulder to his neck, where his fingers wrap gently around his throat. Eddie inhales, his head falling back. Steve’s smile grows, and his fingers tighten.

Eddie’s hands grip Steve’s hips, his eyes locked with Steve’s, and Steve releases him, watching him intently.

“Does that feel good?” he asks quietly, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “It feels good.”

Steve smiles brightly, his fingers tightening again. Eddie exhales sharply, smiling.

“Thought I was supposed to be putting you under,” he mutters. Steve giggles, shifting closer, his fingers loosening, and Eddie bites his lip as heat flushes his cheeks. “What are you smiling at?”

“I can feel your heartbeat.”

“Ah.” He swallows, feeling Steve’s fingers press and rub at his neck. “So you know I’m dying.”

Steve just grins lazily at him, tilting his head almost curiously, his fingers lifting to trace Eddie’s jaw lightly. Eddie slides his hands up his waist, catching the thin fabric of Steve’s (Eddie’s? Their wardrobes are starting to combine.) shirt, and Steve hums.

“Alright?” Eddie asks softly. Steve nods, his eyes closing.

“Your hands feel…”

Eddie hums questioningly, squeezing gently as Steve puts his hand back on his throat, his other hand holding the side of his neck lightly, his fingertips in Eddie’s hair.

“Good.”

He squeezes, and Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. He closes his eyes.

He can hear his own heart pounding, can hear Steve’s soft breaths. Steve is heavy on his lap, his weight almost grounding as Eddie’s head fills with clouds. A soft noise escapes Eddie, a weak choked off moan, and Steve giggles again.

And then he’s kissing him, and Eddie thinks he might die.

He doesn’t even open his eyes, just exhales and reaches up to push his fingers into Steve’s soft hair. His head tilts, and his other hand tightens on Steve’s waist, but just as his lips begin to part, Steve pulls away sharply.

Eddie’s eyes flutter open, and he looks up at him to find him wide-eyed and red-faced.

“‘S wrong?” Eddie asks softly, his hand shifting to Steve’s cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, his voice heavy. “I didn’t ask, I—“

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “You don’t have to ask, it’s okay.”

Steve blinks at him, looking like he might cry, and Eddie’s chest tightens.

“You can kiss me,” he breathes. “If you want.”

“I can?” Steve asks in a small voice. Eddie nods, smiling.

Steve stares, his eyes flicking back and forth between Eddie’s, and Eddie exhales, leaning up and lifting his chin to kiss him softly. Steve’s breath stutters in his chest, and Eddie holds his face, pulling him closer.

Steve’s arms wrap around Eddie’s neck, and he raises up on his knees as he kisses back desperately, and Eddie’s whole body aches. Eddie’s lips part as he grins, and Steve’s tongue slides between them, tracing his teeth. Eddie clutches at him, his hands gripping his t-shirt and his hips before they find his thighs, squeezing and slipping under the hem of his shorts.

Steve pulls away for a gasp of air, tilting his head and kissing him again so hard their teeth clash. Eddie’s brows furrow, and he sits up straight, his head falling back.

Steve lowers back down to Eddie’s lap, and one of Eddie’s hands slides to the small of his back, tugging him closer as Steve’s teeth catch Eddie’s lip. A whimper escapes Eddie, and his face burns.

One of Steve’s hands slides into Eddie’s hair, gripping it like he’s holding Eddie in place, and Eddie exhales sharply, his jaw dropping enough for Steve to lick into his mouth.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie gasps. His voice is embarrassingly high, breathy and soft, and Steve pulls away. His eyes are shining, his lips red.

“What?”

“I, uhm.” Eddie closes his eyes, breathing hard. “I forgot about your piercing.”

“Oh.” Steve pauses, holding Eddie’s head in his hands. “Should I take it out?”

“No,” Eddie says quickly. “No, don’t, it’s… It’s nice.”

“Oh,” Steve says again. “Okay.”

“Come here.”

Steve kisses him again, catching Eddie’s lip between his own for a moment before he pulls away and looks at him. Eddie encourages him with a gentle tug at his back, and Steve leans back down again.

Eddie relaxes against the sofa when Steve’s hand finds his neck again. He isn’t squeezing, isn’t choking, just holding him almost mindlessly, like it’s where his hand belongs.

Eddie’s brows furrow again, listening to the soft sounds of Steve sucking on his lip, the soft sounds that escape Steve’s throat. He’s almost shivering, chills hovering over his skin like there’s static in the air, and he’s breathing so hard he might start hyperventilating.

“Stevie,” he chokes when Steve releases his lip. (It’s sore. Eddie loves it.) Steve just whines in response, squeezing his neck gently. “I…” He stares, his eyes burning as he looks at Steve’s flushed cheeks, his shiny lips.

“Eddie, please,” Steve chokes, taking short, stuttering breathes. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

“‘S okay,” Eddie breathes, lifting a hand to Steve’s head, pushing his fingers into his hair. “I got you.”

“Please,” Steve whimpers. “Please, please, Eddie, please, I—“

“C’mere,” Eddie mutters, pulling him down and kissing him desperately, biting his lip. “It’s okay, baby, I got you.”

“Please—“ Steve whimpers, his fingers tightening on Eddie’s neck, and Eddie gasps. “Please, I need—“

“Take it,” Eddie says breathlessly, squeezing his leg and letting his head fall back as Steve leans close enough that Eddie is swallowing his breath. “Take what you need, baby, it’s okay.”

He expects Steve to start rolling his hips, or to tear his or Eddie’s shirt off, or to lean in and slide his tongue back into Eddie’s shirt, but Steve just squeezes his neck, leaning down to press their foreheads together.

“Deep breath, sweetheart.”

Steve inhales deeply, his other hand holding the back of Eddie’s head gently, his fingers wound in his curls.

“I got you,” Eddie murmurs. “It’s okay.”

“My parents—“ Steve starts, taking a short breath. Eddie rubs his leg gently, his other hand pressed firmly against his back. “My parents always talked about— about queers.”

Eddie looks into his eyes. They’re swimming with tears.

“About how—“ He cuts off to swallow. “How disgusting they are, and how— how sinful they are, and—“

“Steve,” Eddie whispers. He’s heard the same things. Of course he has. He’s never understood it.

How somehow could hate something as beautiful as love.

“But this…” Steve holds Eddie’s face between his hands. He wipes a tear that Eddie didn’t notice falling from his eye. “I’ve never felt like— like there’s anything wrong with this.”

“There isn’t,” Eddie chokes. “There’s nothing wrong with this, baby.” Steve exhales, his thumbs brushing over Eddie’s cheeks. “Come here.”

Steve leans in and kisses him softly before he pulls away just enough that their lips brush when he whispers.

“I love you.”

Eddie’s eyes open slowly, and pulls away to look at him, his hands holding him.

“…Really?”

Steve swallows, his hands falling to hold the collar of Eddie’s shirt, resting on his shoulders, and he nods. Eddie blinks tears back, letting out a soft laugh.

“Oh.”

Steve hesitates, holding onto Eddie’s shirt, looking across his face.

“Is that okay?”

Eddie laughs again, a tear falling from his eye, and he nods.

“Yeah,” he says weakly. “Yeah, it’s okay, Stevie, oh my god.”

“Oh,” Steve says, relaxing, smiling. “Okay.”

“I love you too,” Eddie says, his chest tight, sliding a hand up to hold the side of Steve’s neck, his thumb resting on his jaw.

“Oh,” Steve says lightly. “That’s…”

Eddie laughs softly, leaning in and letting his head fall against Steve’s chest.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, tugging his hair gently. Eddie hums softly, pressing his hand against the small of his back. “Wanna kiss.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, holding his tighter, and he lifts his head, pressing kisses to Steve’s neck. He can hear his heartbeat, can smell his blood beneath his skin, can almost taste it as he drags his tongue over his pulse.

Steve whimpers, his hand tightening his Eddie’s hair, and then he tugs sharply, pulling Eddie away and leaning down to kiss him so hard it almost hurts.

Eddie groans quietly, slipping his hand under Steve’s shirt to the warmth of his skin, and Steve licks Eddie’s mouth open, breathing hard. Eddie shivers when their tongues slide together, and Steve grins, sliding a hand to Eddie’s throat.

He squeezes gently when he sucks on Eddie’s tongue, and Eddie thinks he might die, letting out a strangled whimper at the pressure, at the smooth slide of the metal stud of Steve’s piercing against the underside of his tongue. There’s a string of spit connecting them when he pulls away, and Eddie is panting, and Steve is grinning.

“Christ, Steve.”

Steve giggles softly, tears still in his eyes, and his fingers tighten gently. Eddie takes a breath, his head falling back.

“Okay?” Steve asks softly.

“Harder.”

Steve squeezes harder, his head tilting curiously as Eddie’s breath catches and he whimpers, letting his eyes close. Steve’s hand is warm, but Eddie shivers anyway. He taps Steve’s back gently after a few moments, and Steve releases him.

“God.”

Steve smiles, his finger brushing up and down his neck so gently it almost tickles.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs.

Eddie is breathing hard, his eyes still closed, and Steve leans down to kiss him, licking into his mouth and sucking on his lip even though Eddie can’t kiss back.

Steve drags his lips across Eddie’s cheek, trailing wet kisses over his skin, until he’s kissing his jaw and just under his ear.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes, tilting his head, listening to the wet sounds of Steve’s lips on his skin. He rubs his hand across the small of Steve’s back. Steve hums softly, his lips finding Eddie’s earlobe.

“Should get your ears pierced,” Steve whispers, his breath against Eddie’s skin, and Eddie shivers again, chills running down his spine.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” He sucks on his earlobe softly, his piercing running across it, and Eddie bites his lip, furrowing his brows. “Would sound so pretty, don’t you think?”

Eddie agrees, tensing as he imagines the soft clicking of Steve’s tongue stud against his earring.

“Shit.” He can feel Steve smile against his skin. “How do you know me so well?” he wonders out loud, his head tilting so Steve can kiss down his neck sloppily, leaving spit and bruises in his path. “Like you know every fuckin’ button I have.”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut as they burn, and Steve’s teeth close on his skin gently, nibbling between puffs of hot breath. Eddie slides a hand into Steve’s hair, holding the back of his head gently.

“‘M in love with you too,” Eddie murmurs.

“Fuck.”

Steve licks across his neck, dragging his piercing over his skin, sucking a bruise into his skin before he pulls away and tilts his head to switch sides.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie sighs, his hand slipping to Steve’s hip and pulling him closer. Steve hums softly, his teeth digging into Eddie’s skin.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, admiring his work, tracing the bruises with a light finger before he falls forward and his forehead presses to Eddie’s.

Eddie closes his eyes, holding him close, breathing him in. He smells masculine and warm, like something Eddie would like to eat. Like home.

“Who would’ve thought?” Eddie murmurs when Steve nudges their faces together. Steve pulls away to look at him, and Eddie gazes at him, admiring the flush of his cheeks, his kissed-red lips. “Ste-e-eve Harrington.”

“Surprised?” Steve whispers, holding Eddie’s face.

“Hm.” Eddie takes a deep breath, gazing up at him. “Honestly, not really.”

“No?”

Eddie reaches up, touching Steve’s face, holding his chin.

“We cuddle almost every night, sweetheart.”

“‘S true.”

Steve holds his hand to his face.

“So you’re my boyfriend?” he asks almost shyly. Eddie smiles, pausing to swallow before he speaks.

“If you want me to be.”

“Yes, please.”

Eddie leans up and kisses him softly.

“You already act like my boyfriend,” Steve says quietly when they part.

“How so?”

Steve leans back, looking at him, his cheeks pink.

“You take care of me,” he says softly, averting his gaze, down to where his legs rest on either side of Eddie’s hips. “Make me feel safe. Make me feel beautiful,” he adds, his voice almost just a breath.

“Come here.”

Eddie kisses him chastely before he wraps his arms around his waist, sighing as Steve hugs him, relaxing against him. Steve tucks his face back into his neck, his breath warm against Eddie’s skin.

They fall asleep on the sofa, after moving to lay down, wrapped completely around each other, with Eddie’s pulse against Steve’s fingertips.

It’s bright when Eddie wakes up, his face covered by Steve’s hair. He squeezes his eyes shut, sighing heavily, moving his hands. They’re resting on Steve’s back as Steve lays on top on his, between his legs.

There’s noise in the kitchen.

Clatter of dishes and soft voices and the scrape of a chair over the tile floor, and Eddie blinks his eyes open, looking up at the ceiling.

Steve makes a quiet noise under him, a sleepy noise that’s rough in his throat, and Eddie runs his hand through his hair. He sits up heavily, pushing himself up over Eddie and looking down at him. His hair falls around their face like a a curtain, blocking the sunlight out, and Eddie wants to kiss him.

“Is that Robin?” Steve grumbles. Eddie pauses, listening, and he hears Robin’s voice, speaking indistinctly, and a soft laugh from Nancy.

“Sounds like it,” he says quietly.

“What are they doing in my house?” Steve mumbles, leaning down to kiss Eddie’s forehead before he gets up, groaning as he stretches.

Eddie follows him to the kitchen, rubbing his face and squinting as sunlight reflects off the white walls. Robin is sitting on a counter, talking as Nancy makes coffee. Argyle is sitting on the dining table, following a joint while Jonathan watches. Nancy sees them first, looking over as they walk in.

“Morning, sleepyheads— Holy shit.”

Robin looks around her and bursts into laughter as Eddie raises an eyebrow in confusion. Jonathon looks up at them, his eyes scanning both of them vaguely, unimpressed, and Argyle grins at them.

“Jesus, Steve,” Robin says. “I thought Eddie was the vampire.”

Oh.

Eddie’s face burns as he looks at Steve, whose face is red.

“Shut up,” Steve snaps at Robin, who cackles, and he goes over to smack the back of her head as he reaches into the cabinet behind her to get his medication.

Eddie hesitates in the doorway, watching Steve pop the pills into his mouth and sip from the faucet while trying to avoid Robin’s kicking feet. He pushes his hair back, stepping to Nancy and asking quietly for a hair tie. She’s grinning as she stirs her coffee and she just holds her wrist up for him to take it. He kisses her hand when he does.

After tying his hair up, he goes to sit on the table behind where Jonathan is sitting backwards on a chair, using Jonathan’s head to hoist itself up, and Jonathan laughs lightly.

“Morning, fellas.”

“It’s past noon,” Jonathan says dryly.

“Oh, perfect, ‘s not too early to smoke.”

“It’s never too early, my friend,” Argyle says, handing a joint out to Eddie, who takes it with a smile.

Eddie watches while Steve pours coffee into two mugs, while he scoops the perfect amount of sugar and pours the perfect amount of cream into one of them. He watches while Steve banters with Robin, his cheeks still red, while he dodges her hand that’s reaching out to ruffle his hair.

Steve brings the coffee over to him, greeting Jonathan and standing next to Eddie as he sets the coffee down. Eddie lifts his chin, pulling the joint away from his lips as Steve leans down, and Steve smiles, leaning in until his lips brush Eddie’s.

Eddie blows smoke into his mouth slowly, smiling, and he kisses him before he pulls away. Steve blows the smoke into his face.

Eddie turns to find Argyle gazing at them as he lifts his mug to sip his coffee.

“Dude.”

“I love love,” Argyle says simply, and Jonathan snorts.

“Yeah, me too, man,” Eddie says, lifting his mug.

Steve cooks while Robin and Nancy drink their coffee, and Eddie follows him, sitting on the counter. He watches Robin mindlessly play with the ends of Nancy’s hair while Nancy takes a drag from Argyle’s joint.

Eddie cleans the dishes after they eat, and Steve takes his place on the counter, and Eddie leans against it, between his legs. Steve sets his arms over Eddie’s shoulders while Eddie watches the others laugh and talk across the table. Argyle is telling some story, and Jonathan is hiding his face behind his shirt as he laughs.

“Alright?” Steve asks quietly, leaning down so his mouth is right by his ear. Eddie tilts his head, relaxing against his chest.

“Mhmm.”

Steve is quiet for a moment, his hand moving to trace soft lines over Eddie’s neck for a moment before it stops and presses into a spot that’s no doubt bruised red or purple. Eddie bites his lip, his cheeks flushing as it hurts, and he wants to let Steve do it harder, but he smacks his hand away, and Steve giggles.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.”

Eddie shakes his head fondly, looking back at him as Steve leans forward and rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Eddie says softly. Steve’s fingers run over the back of his exposed neck before he hugs him.

“I love you too.”

Steve buries his face in Eddie’s neck, kissing him gently, and Eddie’s hands find Steve’s forearms, holding him and smiling, his eyes fluttering shut before Robin’s voice says loudly, “Oh my god.”

Steve laughs without lifting his head, his breath hot against Eddie’s skin, and Eddie opens his eyes, laughing when he finds her staring at them.

“You guys were already insufferable with the PDA.”

Steve laughs again, looking up and setting his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna have to deal with it, Buckley,” Eddie says dryly. “I’ve got a hot boyfriend, I’m not gonna keep my hands off him.”

She just gives him an immense eye-roll, and Nancy grins, her eyes sparkling as Steve hides his face back in Eddie’s neck.

“I think it’s beautiful,” Argyle says, giving them a nod of approval.

“Thanks, Argyle.”

“Wait, does this mean your guest room is up for grabs now?” Robin asks, leaning so she can see them both around Nancy.

“Uh.” Steve hums a soft mhmm into his neck, and Eddie grins. “Let me take my posters and shit and yeah.”

“Nice.”

She moves in the next week. She often joins Steve in napping on Eddie.

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lenoraslament · 9 months ago

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Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Strumpets

In which Lenora has to cover for our dark lord as he does dark things

Trigger warning: a teaspoon of smut, and voyeurism

The party wore on, Lenora couldn't stand another dance. The alcohol blurred her edges until she felt fuzzy. She kissed Liliths cheek and waved to everyone else as she sauntered up to bed.

She hadn't seen Tom downstairs in a while, it wasn't unlike him to steal away from a party in order to attend to less fun matters. For a moment in the hallway she stopped.

It dawned on her that she knew exactly the room he was staying in. She bit her lip for a moment. Why did she want to see him?

Then stole away until she was outside his room, she could hear noises from inside. Her hand pushed the door slightly, holding the knob to be as quiet as possible.

She peered inside. Delia was almost hard to recognize with her head upside down hanging off the bed. She was completely nude. Her lips parted as Tom sat up above her thrusting forcefully with her legs on his shoulders.

Lenora gasped realizing the sounds she had heard were moans.

Her small breasts jiggled with the motion, Tom held her legs to his chest brows knitted together. Nora raised her brows in curiosity at his naked body, sweat making his skin glow from effort.

Tom's head snapped up to see the door move and she ducked back into the hall.

"Who's there?" he called. She heard Delia's loud laugh. Tom put his hand over her mouth, "shut up, will you?".

Lenora nearly ran down the hall, bumping into Abraxas.

"Nora? What's wrong" he asked but she only shook her head walking quickly until the door was closed behind her. She sank to the floor trying to figure out why she was seething with jealousy.

"DELIA!?" She heard someone calling out a while later, "DELIA DARLING WHERE ARE YOU?"

Lenora ran to her window and saw a small gathering of parents looking around.

Suddenly she heard some people calling in the house on the first floor.

"DELIA?"

Lenora stood up and quickly walked to Tom's room and banged on the door.

He opened it shirtless, his dress slacks unbuttoned , "What is it now!?" He said angrily as the door flew open, stopping when he saw her.

"Oh..." he closed the door a little, blocking the entrance with his body.

"Need something?"

She tilted her head and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Yes. I need Delia" she snapped smartly, " everyone is looking for her".

His eyes widened. This had never happened to Tom before. Usually he had strict rules for not crossing hairs with any pure blood witches. His reputation needed to stay pristine. Lenora knew of his reputation but had never seen him get himself into a mess of this magnitude.

"I'll cover for you if-" she tried very hard not to look at his bare chest and abs.

"Yes?" He said smirking watching her eyes flick down his body for a moment.

"I want to be a knight" she whispered he looked genuinely surprised.

"DELIA" the calls were getting closer.

"Cover for me and we'll talk about it" he hissed.

Delia walked to the door, "is someone calling my name?" She asked in horror.

Lenora took her hand and marched her down the hall trying in vain to fix the back of Delia's hair.

"Sorry everyone!" She announced as they reached the bottom of the stairs , "I was feeling... ill and Delia was helping me. We lost track of time".

It was a flimsy lie but luckily she was amongst a sea of parents who were much drunker than she was.

Delia smiled, "I hope you feel better Lenora!" she said in a fake voice that made Nora cringe.

"Thanks soooo much girl" she whispered sloppily in Nora's ear giving her a hug.

"I didn't do it for you strumpet" she whispered back indignantly .

Nora walked back to her room in a haze, she closed the door behind her once again exhausted. She undid the strap on her dress letting it fall to the floor.

"So this is what you wanted?"a voice in the dark said. She screamed. Loud.

Tom who silenced the room ahead of time, just stared at her.

"If you're trying to extort sex out of me, the shrieking is not turning me on" he sat on her bed bemused.

"Not a chance Riddle!" she was very flustered, she could barely see his outline in the light from the window but she could tell he was just as she left him. Shirt off, slacks on.

"What are you doing here" she asked trying to regain control over the adrenaline surging through her body.

"I told you we'd talk" he said casually, "so you want to be a knight?"

She grinned, "yes I do, very much"

Tom nodded for a moment before turning back to her, "No," he said plainly.

"What!? Why?" She put her hands on her hips.

"Well for one, knights don't walk around in their underwear" he grinned. She looked down in horror as it dawned on her she had taken off her dress. She grabbed a silk robe from her chair and put it on in a huff.

"Why do you want to join Nora?"he asked," this isn't a social club, or a sewing circle"

"Exactly" she cried a little too impassioned, "I can't do it Tom".

"Do what?" He watched her intently

"What's expected of me!" Her cheeks flushed like they always did when she was fervent about something.

"I can't just be a wife. I can't sit and make small talk about social clubs and parties" she paced around the room as she ranted to him.

"I love magic. I am a strong witch. Who, is probably better at dueling and charms than everyone else you've recruited".

Tom stared trying not to swoon. This was the girl he fell in love with. The powerful, confident, snobby, gorgeous Lenora Rosier.

When she finished her speech she crossed the room standing in front of where he sat.

"Well? Tom, please".

Tom wanted to kiss her badly. Even though earlier he thought had satisfied his need, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough because what he needed was her.

An image ran across his mind as she looked at him so hungrily; Her almost permanently injuring Theo. Her crying hysterically in his dorm. Broken. In pain. Him declaring his love only to understand it would never be enough.

"No, Nora" he said and her face fell, "you may be a strong witch but that's not enough. We're not knights anymore, we're death eaters. This isn't for ladies".

Tom left her room and disappeared into the night.

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hellfiremunsonn · 2 years ago

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Stupid. Eddie Munson x Reader

Stupid

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: Eddie accidentally calls his golden retriever/ditsy girlfriend stupid

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, swearing, fluff, this is pretty tame, let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1369

Thursday afternoon rolled around faster than you thought it would. Spending most of your time outside with Eddie, picking a handful of small flowers until you had a satisfied bundle of them clutched into your fist, Eddies hand intertwined with your other hand, swinging them back and forth while you walked back to your house to get ready for Hellfire tonight.

Nerves rumbled through your belly so instead of packing up your overnight bag like you usually do- Staying at Eddies after Hellfire became one of your favourite routines. Today felt different, you were actually playing in the campaign Eddie prepared for everyone; usually tucked up in a chair next to Eddies drawing and colouring throughout the game. Eddie had felt bad bringing you with him every time and having you just sit next to him the whole time, so he made a whole campaign to include you.

You asked Eddie to pack your bag for you, knowing it would make you more nervous if you did it yourself. Laying on your bed, legs up the wall, calves pressed as closely as you could get them while being up, the skirt of your dress falling down to your tummy, your full legs bare and on display. The toes of your pink Mary Janes tapping against each other while you attempting to hold up a stuffed bear who was situated on the bottoms of your shoes.

"Baby where's your toothbrush?" Eddie asked coming out of the bathroom.

You stared at him upside down, your head almost hanging off the edge of your bed. "I dunno" You said with a shrug.

"What do you mean you don't know? Did you brush this morning?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Yep!"

"And you put your toothbrush somewhere else and forgot huh?" He said knowingly while coming over to give your forehead a quick kiss.

"I guess so" You said furrowing your brows. "Maybe the house goblins took it. You know like the ones in the book?"

"They are quite mischievous aren't they?" Eddie said returning his attention to your pink backpack.

You watched him fold your clothes delicately before tucking them into your bag. Frilly pink pyjamas, soft in contrast to Eddies dark and tough demeanour, a couple pair of undies, a change of clothes for tomorrow along with your sketchbook and glittery pencil case.

"Alright you're all set sweets, ready to head out?"

You frowned lightly but still sat up, letting the blood rush back down to the rest of your body before standing up. Taking eddies outstretched hand and following him back downstairs to his van.

The drive to your old high school was quick, just down the road from your own home, giving you not enough time to calm your nerves.

You twirled around the drama room humming to a song while Eddie began setting everything up. Copies of characters sheets, extra sets of dice, a sharpened pencil at each seat along with a few seats of lined paper just incase anyone needed to write anything down. He was always so diligent with everything he did, and constantly over prepared.

"You alright? You seem quiet" Eddie asked breaking you out of your thoughts.

"I'm nervous" you said honestly, never one to truly lie about your emotions. Eddie came over to you, hands encircling around your waist, warm and protective. He looked down at your concerned face, big doe eyes with thick lashes, a small pout forming on your lips.

"Whatcha nervous for?"

"What if they don't like me" biting your lip and avoiding his gaze.

"They know you already, they love you, you know that" He said reassuringly.

Your heart raced a little bit faster as you could hear the rest of the group coming loudly down the hall. Your words coming out in a rush. "B-but what if I mess somethin' up? What if they don't like playing with me"

Eddie rolled his eyes "Don't be stupid, you k-" You cut him off with a shove, squirming out of his arms and to the door of the room. Tears falling quickly down your eyes.

"Babe what happened?" Eddie said confused, following hot on your heels, reaching for your shoulder but you shrugged it off, flinging the classroom door open till it smacked the shelf on the other side, the uncomfortable looking teens on the other side of the door unsure of what to do as you brushed passed him with a hiccup. "Fucking shit" He mumbled, pushing past the gaggle of kids. "Just set up your shit guys, I'll be back" Eddie said with a rush, jogging to catch up to you shortly after you pushed through the school doors.

"Baby wait!" He reached for your wrist, holding it tightly to stop you from walking, tugging at it to turn you to face him. Your cheeks pink and splotchy from your tears, your lip wobbled when you looked at him. "Baby what's got you so upset"

You yanked roughly against his hand that held your wrist. "You!" You shouted. "Y-you called me stupid" You said with a choked, your other hand coming up to wipe at your nose.

Eddies tensed shoulders dropped, realization coming over him. Upset at himself for using the word towards you even if you didn't mean it the way so many other people did towards you.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that" His grip on your wrist loosening. Bringing his hands up to the base of your neck, thumbs on each sides of your cheeks while they attempted to brush away the rapidly falling tears. "I should have said 'silly' instead, I'm so sorry baby"

"M'not stupid Eds" you sniffled.

"I know my love, I know you're not stupid, you're one of the most brilliant people I've ever met I promise okay? I'm sorry" His eyes searched yours, hoping that you accept his apology. He felt so guilty he let the word slip, normally using any other word he could think of as a replacement.

"People think I'm stupid because I don't have a good memory, and I-I know I'm not always there in my own head, but it's cause I'm thinking about a million things at once!" You huffed.

"I know baby, you don't have to prove yourself to me, I know how smart you are, and what you're capable of, I've seen it, I've seen you" His eyes searching for yours once more. "Can I give you a hug please?"

You didn't give him time to wait, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shirt. He sighed in relief, his hands wrapping around your back tightly, pressing his nose into your hair, breathing in your cucumber and lavender shampoo.

After a few moments you leaned back to look at him, taking your thumb and wiping gently across his wet lashes. His own eyes watery, seconds away from guilt filled tears rolling down his cheeks, but you wouldn't allow it, seeing him cry would make you crumble.

"Could you ever forgive me?" He said with a small smile and you giggled, looking away from him and across the dark parking lot, noticing how long you had been out here.

"Course I can, but don't say it ever again okay?" Looking back up at him with those big eyes.

"Never" He said spotting your head with kisses. "Never" a kiss "Ever" a kiss "Ever!" he yelled the last one, his hands roaming down your sides, tickling at your waist until he had you doubled over with laughter, trying to wiggle out of his torturous hands.

"I surrender!" You yelled, holding your hands up, huffing out the words admit your giggles. "Truce?" You ask, holding your hand out.

"Truce" he agreed, taking your hand in his and pulling it to his lips to press the daintiest of kissed to the back of your hand.

The doors of the school creaked open and an awkward looking Mike peaked out with a wave. "Uh, just coming to see if everything was good, and uh" he scratched the back of his head. "If you guys were coming back"

"We'll be right in Wheeler" Eddie said giving him a salute before leaning down to envelop your lips with his.

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r-is-typing · 2 years ago

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today, tomorrow, and always | e.m

(let's just pretend they're not in the upside down, okay? okay, cool)

summary: in which eddie realizes his true feelings.

requested?: yes! by j anon

request: ITS YA GIRL J ANON COMIN AT YOU WITH ANOTHER PROMPT. Reader asking Eddie out, and him perhaps liking someone else? I know angst isn’t a strong suit for some, so an ending with comfort may be ideal!

pairing: eddie munson x reader, slight steve harrington x reader

category: angst, fluff at the end

content warnings: sad reader, eddie is dumb for a bit, underage drinking

word count: 2.2k

Eddie Munson.

Everyone knew him, most found him weird, or just ignored him, but not her. Y/N and Eddie had been friends for as long as they could remember. Their childhood filled with hanging out in his uncles trailer, or in the front yard, playing in a small kiddie pool his uncle had found for dirt cheap. For the longest time, everyone would ask if they were dating, and the two would just laugh it off.

When they were kids, everyone would tell Eddie’s uncle, as well as Y/N’s parents that the two would surely get married when the time came; they agreed.

After all, at a very young age, the two came up with their own little saying.

Today, tomorrow, and always.

Y/N had always loved Eddie, but she couldn’t recall the moment she went from ‘I love the shirt he’s wearing’ to ‘I love the way his hand fits into mine’ or ‘I want to spend every waking moment with him for the rest of my life’. When she had finally come to this realization, she knew she was screwed.

But, she realized one day that enough was enough.

Y/N was tired of staring at him fondly, having to watch for him to look at her before turning away, hoping he didn’t catch her longing gaze. She was over having to pretend like wearing his shirts were just a nice gesture and not one of the best feelings in the world. Most of all, she was tired of pretending to be someone she wasn’t just so they could keep the same friendship.

There was no way she could be ‘just friends’ with Eddie Munson.

One Saturday night, she was sat on the bed of Eddie’s trailer, Robin and Nancy sat with her. “You alright?” Nancy spoke softly, looking at the girl, trying to study her facial expressions. “Mhm, just worried, ‘suppose.” Robin scoffed, making the girl look up from her lap.

“Don’t be. Eddie loves you, I’m sure of it. And, by the off chance he doesn’t say yes, screw him! There’s tons of other boys in Hawkins who will gladly take one of the hottest girls.”

This made Y/N laugh. “Well, I’m glad the Robin Buckley thinks I’m so hot. I must be if you say so.” She jokes. The sound of the trailer screen door swinging open alerting her. Y/N knew it wouldn’t be Eddie’s uncle Wayne as he was out doing God knows what.

“Sweetheart?”

She gulped. “In here, Eds.” Eddie walked into his room, seeing the three girls sitting on the bed. “Look at you. Must be my favorite shirt of yours, yeah? Looks better on you than it does me.” She blushed, looking down. Robin nudged her leg and she looked back up. “Well, Robin and I are going to go. We’re meeting Steve for lunch. Talk to you two later!”

Then there were two.

Eddie lifted his shirt over his head, Y/N’s eyes staring at his back, biting her bottom lip. “Ow!” She mumbled, touching her bottom lip and pulling her finger away, seeing a small spot of blood. “You okay, sweetheart?” Y/N nods, then remembers his back was toward her. “Yeah, just bit my lip too hard.”

After Eddie changed, he joined the girl on the bed, instantly noting how nervous she was.

He did what he always did when she felt anxious or sad. Eddie sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, spreading his legs apart so the girl could sit in between then. Y/N laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes. “Eds, um, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Y/N mumbled, tracing his bat tattoos which was something the girl did often as a nervous

“Hit me.”

It’s now or never. On one hand, if she told him, maybe they’d be in a happy, loving relationship with each other. She’d never have to leave the comfort of his arms. Y/N could finally know what it felt like to kiss him, the only contact their lips ever making being when they were smoking one morning and he wanted to try transferring the smoke from his mouth to hers.

On the other hand, if he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, she’d feel like an idiot for telling him. She’d feel like their friendship would never be the same, and that her feelings would drive him away. That these three words could ruin years of friendship.

“I like you, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled, laughing softly. “I like you too, Sweetheart. You know that. Remember? Today, tomorrow, and always.” She shook her head, siting up and moving to face him. “No, Eds..” Y/N looked down at her hands, fiddling her thumbs together.

“I mean, I like you, as in, I want to go on dates with you, and be your girlfriend and-”

Eddie looked at the girl in shock, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, you don’t mean that. I’m sure you don’t, babe. C’mon now. Think about what you’re saying.” Y/N stared at her hands. “I am, Eds! I do mean it. Why do you think Nance and Robin were here earlier? I was so nervous to tell you.. Anyways, that’s beside the point.”

Her eyes finally met his. “Do you, maybe, want to go on a date sometime, Eds?”

Eddie looked at his best friend with sad eyes. “Sweetheart… I, I don’t like you like that. I’m sorry, angel. Plus, well, after Jason broke up with Chrissy, I decided to go for it. We’re going out this Friday.”

Y/N felt a confused look graze over her features. “Hold on… Chrissy Cunningham? Like Cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham?” Eddie nods. “You two have nothing in common, Eddie, I-” She felt tears come to her eyes. Y/N sprung up from the bed, slipping her shoes on.

‘I’ve got to go.”

The tears felt hot on her face as she stormed out of the trailer, ignoring Eddie calling after her. Y/N took off running, the sprinkling rain feeling cold against her skin. She wasn’t sure where she was going until she ended up at a large house. Y/N’s feet were quick to climb the stairs, rapidly knocking on the door.

The door swung open, and she’d never been so happy to see them.

“Y/N? What happened?”

Three months later

It had been three months since the confrontation between Y/N and Eddie. Y/N stopped coming around which resulted in a lot of questioning from Wayne and her parents to the two, who would just shrug it off. Y/N blamed it on Eddie’s Hellfire Club, Eddie blaming it on school. Neither parties questioned it further, seeing how upset each person was when the other’s names came into conversation.

Y/N received an invitation in the mail to Dustin’s birthday party, and at first decided she wasn’t going to go knowing he’d be there. But, after deliberation, she realized she couldn’t do that to Dustin.

She didn’t want to ruin her relationship with Dustin just as she did with Eddie.

So, there she was on a Saturday night, in front of Dustin’s house with Steve, her boyfriend of two months. “Are you sure about this, babe? I mean, I’m sure Dustin will understand.” She looked up at him, shaking her head. “I can’t do that to him, Steve. It’s not fair. Just don’t know what’s going to happen when I see him, that’s all..”

Steve was very understanding of her situation. He knew that deep down she still had feelings for Eddie. He didn’t push her, trying to rush her into moving on. Steve just wanted her to be happy, and to make her happy, which Y/N was more than thankful for.

Steve escorted the two inside and to the commotion in the living room.

“Hey, you made it!” Dustin, the only one who knew of the couple, ran over to them, pulling the two into a hug. “Happy birthday, D.” Y/N handed him a small gift bag. Steve’s hand let go of her own, but within seconds placed itself on her waist, pulling her closer.

Y/N smiled at the small show of affection.

After a while, the party fell into its own groove, Steve and Y/N separating as she went into the kitchen to get a drink. “Henderson, huh? I didn’t think he was your type.” She scoffed, not turning to face the voice she hadn’t heard in what to her, felt like years. “And now you see what I meant when you said you were going out with Chrissy.”

Y/N chugged her drink quickly, the alcohol burning her throat. Thank god for Nancy Wheeler.

After finishing her drink, she finally faced him. “Why do you care who I’m with, Eddie? You don’t like me, so why do you care who I’m dating, huh? Why does my relationship matter to you?” Tears filled her eyes as her throat began to burn. Steve entered the kitchen, not yet noticing the tension.

“Baby, you get lost in here? Oh-”

He looked between the two, noticing the tears in his girlfriends eyes and Eddie staring at her. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.” Steve draped his jacket over her shoulders, leading her to where Nancy, Robin, and Max were. Once he made sure she was in safe hands, he entered the kitchen.

“What did you say to her?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “What’s it to you, Harrington?” He let out a sarcastic laugh. “You think because she’s your girlfriend now that you’ve got to know everything being said to her?” Steve walked to him.

“Munson, stop.”

Eddie froze, motioning for him to continue. “You don’t think I see it? You’re just as clueless as you were three months ago, six months ago, hell, even two years ago! I know you love her. Why else do you think you’re so angry at me right now, huh?”

Eddie racked his brain, his silence being a sign to Steve.

“I know Y/N will never love me the way she loves you, Eddie. So, I’m giving you a chance. I made her the same promise two months ago. The second you decided to get your head out of your ass, wake up, and realize you’ve loved her this whole time, I’d let her go.”

Steve went to walk out of the room, but turned to Eddie for a final time.

“She’s always been yours, Munson. Ten years ago, six years ago, four years ago, and even now. Don’t let her go. You’d be an idiot to do so.”

Eddie stood still in the kitchen for what felt like an eternity, the voice of Dustin shouting “Bye, Y/N! Thank you for coming!” snapping him out of his thoughts. He put down his beer bottle, racing through the house and out of the front door.

“Y/N, wait!”

She froze. Y/N didn’t want to turn around, so, that gave Eddie a chance to run up to her. “I love you, okay?” She shook her head. “No, you don’t, Eddie. Stop, will you?” Eddie shook his head. “I won’t stop, sweetheart. Why? Because I do love you. I think I always have, I’ve just been too much of an idiot to see what’s been right in front of me.”

She finally turned toward him, her chest hitting his as their bodies bumped into each other.

Eddie moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, making the girl’s body go frigid. “I loved you when we were eight and you pushed me off of the sofa for stealing the television remote. I loved you when we were twelve and went through a phase where you cut your own hair.” Y/N laughed softly, thinking fondly of the memories the two shared.

“I loved you when we were sixteen and you gave Jason a black eye for calling me a freak. I loved you when we were eighteen and you’d steal half of my closet, saying they looked better on you then it did me, and you were right. You always were.” He gulped.

Y/N looked into his eyes, wiping the tears that were streaming down her face.

“And I love you today, even when we didn’t talk for three months, and you still look at me the same way you have for years. I’ve always loved you, sweetheart. Even when I didn’t realize it. I’m a down right idiot. I had the girl of my dreams. Right here, in arms reach, and I just let her slip through my fingers.”

Eddie took her face in his hands, the rings on his fingers feeling cool against her skin as he wiped her tears. “I don’t want to ever let you go again, sweetheart. I want everything with you. I want dates, I want you to come to Hellfire with me, sitting on my lap and cheering me on. I want the late nights. I want the sleepovers where it’s just you and me in the trailer, you looking so damn pretty in my clothes.”

“I want it all.”

Y/N smiled widely, kissing the pad of his thumb. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart? Please.” She was quick to nod. Eddie captured her lips between his, arms moving around her waist as hers moved around his neck. After a minute, the two pulled away. “I love you, Eddie. Today, tomorrow, and always.” Eddie broke out into a smile.

��Today, tomorrow, and always, pretty girl.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #request #reqs open #requests open #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations.

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao.

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms.

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!”

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you.

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?”

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you?

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you.

But... it felt nice.

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.”

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down.

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやるさようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。事故だったのは分かってる頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different!

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed).

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly!

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years ago

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Pocky (Killua x Reader)

"Y/n! Hurry up!" Killua yelled, sitting cross-legged on your bed. "I'm hungry woman!"

"Then get your own damn food!" you yelled, walking into the room with a box of Pocky.

(YES, WE'RE DOING THIS! MY BRAIN INSPIRATION WATER GO POOF AND KILLUA LIKE CHOCOLATE SO... BLEH!)

"I'm a guest," Killua said. "You should be feeding me."

"No," you said, opening the box.

Killua frowned before coming up with an idea. "Let's play the Pocky game," he suggested, making you look at him. He had piqued your interest. "Whoever wins gets the rest of the pocky."

"Seems fair," you said, before narrowing your eyes. You knew Killua was a cheater when it came to games but you couldn't think of any way he could cheat with this. "Deal."

Killua grinned. His plan was perfect. He had been wanting to kiss you for a while but didn't know how he could do it. This was perfect. Plus, he would get chocolate.

"Let's start," Killua said, reaching over you to grab a stick. He placed it in his mouth before staring at you expectingly. You blushed but sat across the white-haired boy. You bit down on the sweet stick.

As soon as you did, Killua began chewing, moving close to the middle of the stick- surprising you a bit. But you quickly mimicked his actions, a determined look taking over your face.

Killua smiled slightly as you were centimeters away before he cupped the back of your neck and leaned forward, capturing your lips and finishing the Pocky. But he didn't pull away he away after he swallowed the sweet stick. He pulled you closer, closing his eyes.

You let out a small squeak as Killua wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You quickly kissed back although, loosely hanging your arms over his shoulders.

You let out a small gasp as Killua pulled away, connecting your foreheads. "I win," he whispered with a small smirk.

"Cheater!" you exclaimed, smacking him upside the head.

He chuckled before reconnecting your lips.

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ks-dreams-fantasies · 4 years ago

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I like your stories. :) can I pls have one with Rio? I’m not too picky about the scenario. Maybe him being over protective or sexual anything really.

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet 😘 Hope you like this. Also, are you guys watching Good Girls tonight !? Can’t wait to see what happens next 🤔

Not your property - Rio (Good Girls)

Warning: Language, Angst, Smut

Word Count : 2k

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“Why are you overreacting? I didn’t do anything wrong” you said your hands thrown in the air as you spoke with your boyfriend

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything because that guy stayed there, trying to get with you” He sighed pacing around the dining room.

“I told him I wasn’t interested and that I was waiting for my boyfriend, what did you want me to do, punch him in the face?” you asked rolling your eyes only to get him angrier.

“Yes maybe, but you didn’t, so I had to take care of it, show him what’s mine” He almost screamed making your blood boil at his nonsense.

“You think because we’re together, it makes me your property?” you scoffed “You don’t own me Rio”His eyes turned dark, furious that you were arguing with him, he loved your attitude but not when you used it against him. You almost never called him by his name, so when you did, he knew you were equally mad.

“Don’t say that” he responded in between gritted teeth.

“Whatever, I’m tired of arguing, I’m going to take a shower” you turned around as he followed you. You got into the bathroom closing the door before he could even get in to continue with the debate. You started the shower as you got undressed getting inside, letting the hot water relax your muscles.

On the other side, Rio was trying to open the door, failing only to fuel his anger. He took a deep breath, going back to the kitchen fixing himself a glass of vodka to calm him down. He moved to the living room, sitting down on the couch, turning on the tv, letting his head rest on the back of the sofa sighing softly. He knew you were mad at him for getting mad at you, but he couldn’t help it. When he arrived at the bar to meet you after one hell of a day, he wasn’t pleased to see a guy sitting next to you, trying to talk with his girlfriend. The guy was drunk and didn’t get the hint when you denied him, and when Rio arrived, he had to take care of it. After he threatened the guy’s life with his famous golden gun, he grabbed you, pulling you out the bar as he drove back to your shared apartment. He was looking forward to spending a nice evening with you after the stressful day he had but he had no luck.

Part of him felt bad for lashing at you, he knew it wasn’t exactly your fault, a beautiful woman like you sitting at a bar all alone was meant to be hitting on in a way. Not that it excused the drunken man trying to flirt with you even when you said you weren’t interested, but he understood why he would want to get to know you. You gave off a good vibe and you were beautiful, and he knew for a fact that you had probably been very polite when denying the guy, something he didn’t like. He knew you could give attitude and sass, so if you had, the man wouldn’t have been trying to steal you away from him. Were you just too tired to even acknowledge the guy or were you maybe liking the attention he was giving you?

The thoughts made his blood boil again as you walked out and sat beside him keeping a certain distance. You hated fighting with Rio, and you never wanted to go to sleep mad at each other, so you wanted to talk to clear things up before bed. You looked at his angry figure deciding to stay silent while you directed your eyes to the movie playing. There was something about the way he flared his nostrils and knitted his eyebrows that made you want to do unholy things to him. The way his arms were crossed and one of his hand was playing with bottom lip trying to calm himself made you squeezed your thighs at the thoughts of him fucking you senseless. You looked his way once again, but his eyes were staring at the tv, still not acknowledging you sitting next to him. When something made him really angry or you guys got into a fight, he would often give you the silent treatment, not wanting to say anything hurtful in the heat of the moment. Tonight was no different.

“Are you still mad?” you questioned getting no response

“I didn’t mean to make you angry, I told him I was not interested” still no answer. You had enough, you wanted to be close to him, to kiss him, to hold him but he was avoiding you. Huffing you decided to pull yourself closer to him, trying to get a reaction or even a look out of him. Still nothing. In one swift motion, you straddled his lap, trapping him under you, his eyes now landing on your face, sighing.

“Will you please stop ignoring me? I just want to go to bed and cuddle” you pouted as he sat still, staring blankly at your face. You proceeded to grind softly against him, hoping to get a reaction. You knew Rio, and he never was one to turn down sex, so when you started to move your hips a bit faster on him, he sighed grabbing your hips harshly

“What do you think you’re doing (Y/N)?” he asked following the movement of your tongue as you licked your lips. You knew how to get to him, and you knew all his weakness, he hated that, but you always found a way to used them against him especially during these moments. His biggest weakness being you, he never was able to deny your demands. He was following your every move as you continued to rub against him, feeling him get harder under you.

“Nothing” you managed to say as you moved your head to the crook of his neck leaving a trail of kisses behind. He was trying not to let It show, but he was enjoying himself. You kissed his jaw, the corner of his mouth purposely missing his lips, and you went back to his neck before nibling on his ear slightly, something he adored.

“You know, I never got to tell you how hot I thought you looked when you confronted that guy” you whispered against his ear licking it slowly

“The way you gripped that gun of yours, it made me want to drop to my knees in front of everyone”you stated as he let out a throaty groan, pulling you closer by the back of your neck, crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and needy, and you could still feel the angst radiating from his body. You continued to rock your hips against his, making you whimper as he ripped the flannel you were wearing, open. You gasped feeling the cold air against your naked skin, your nipples hardening at the anticipation of his next movement. He moved his hand to your breasts needling at them making you moaned against his mouth.

You lifted your body a little to give you access to his lower half, managing to pull his hard cock from his pants. His lips made their way to your collarbone as you pumped his throbbing dick a few times, making him bite your skin slightly. You aligned yourself on top of him, sinking down slowly, letting out a small moan as you felt your walls being stretched out. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving marks while you bounced up and down on his member. He grunted, admiring you as you threw your head back, feeling his finger sneak up on your swollen clit bringing you closer to the edge.

“F-fuck baby, don’t stop” You moaned feeling yourself on the verge of orgasming, before Rio grabbed your hips flipping you around, so he could be on top. You whined at the loss of contact on your clit but screamed in pleasure as soon as he pushed back into you roughly. He moved at a fast pace, trapping your throat with his hand as he lifted one of your legs on in shoulder to get better access to your aching core. His eyes were full of lust and need as he pounded into you. You knew part of him was still angry by the way he was grabbing your neck. He didn’t put enough pressure to hurt you, but his tight grip was enough for you to know he was still thinking about your fight. You grabbed his bicep tightly as he picked up his pace and roamed into you even harder than before, making you shriek in both pleasure and surprise. You hated fighting with Rio, but you sure loved the outcome. It always ended up with some angry and amazing makeup sex.

“Oh my god, yes!” you screamed in pleasure, your eyes rolling back

“Who’s making you feel this good (Y/N)?” he asked still pounding into you harshly, the only sound coming out of you being a moan. “Answer me” he continued

“Y-You” you said almost whispering, before you felt a slap on your thigh “Fuck baby! You, you are” you screamed tears welling up in your eyes as you could feel your release coming soon.

“That’s right mama! Me and no one else. You hear me?” He stated bringing his finger to rub your swollen clit feeling you clench around him.

“YES F-FUCK!” you screamed loudly as you felt yourself coming undone, panting heavily. Rio gave a few more thrusts as you rode your orgasm before he pulled out, moving to the end of the couch, standing near the armrest. He motioned for you to come closer, and you listened, laying down on the sofa, your head hanging upside down from the armrest. You opened your mouth and as soon as you did, Rio’s cock was down your throat. Your hand moved to massage his balls as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He leaned in a little, his dick pushing further into your mouth, as his finger reached your wet fold, playing with it once again, making you moan against him.

He groaned loudly as you hollowed your cheeks wanting to feel him finish in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw, allowing him to hit the back of your throat making you gag slightly. You moved at a fast pace while Rio continued to pleasure you bringing you to your climax for the second time. You moaned loudly around him, and it was all it took for him to release on your tongue grunting lightly as his eyes closed. Spurts of his cum dripping on your lips as you couldn’t genuinely swallow it all. You sat back up, turning around, looking at him through your lashes as he stood there staring back at you, licking his fingers.

“Are you still mad at me” you asked him, biting your bottom lip

“How is it possible to stay mad at you?” He smirked holding your cheeks, leaving a peck on your temple. You smiled at him, standing up as you got dressed.

“You hungry? I can make something to eat while you go take a shower” you proposed, putting your arms around him. He accepted and left to go in the bathroom while you prepared something for the both of you. You put some music, swaying your hips as you started cooking. Arms found their way around your waist, and you knew Rio was smiling, you didn’t even have to see his face.

“What you making baby?” he asked swaying his hips against yours slowly to the beat of the music.

“Just some pasta” you answered putting down the spoon, turning towards him, lacing you arms around his neck

“I love you mama, you know that, right?” he questioned, pushing the hair that was on your face, away

“I love you too baby, especially when you’re being jealous and protective” you responded laughing slightly as Rio rolled his eyes before pushing his lips against yours, kissing you slowly as you both smiled into the kiss.

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Thanks for reading

Hope you liked it, let me know what you think

-K

#rio #rio x reader #rio good girls #rio imagine #good girls nbc #good girls rio #goodgirls #good girls fanfic #manny montana #rio smut #good girls smut #rio good girls #rio good girls imagine

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nitewrighter · 3 years ago

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for the teen Titans ficlet thing, I don’t suppose you could do “there was only one bed” for robin and starfire?

*slams fist down on table* STARFIRE IS THE BIG SPOON.

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"I think you are overacting," Starfire said, her arms folded across her garish tye-dyed nightshirt.

"Overreacting," Robin corrected, adjusting the waistband on his sweats as he stepped out of the bathroom, "And--I'm not. I've slept in lean-tos in the Alaskan hinterland and in literal trees in the Virunga mountains. I can handle a hotel floor."

Starfire scoffed. "You are being ridiculous! It is a bed! There is room for two! Plenty of my people sleep in Tesh'li!"

"Er..." Robin gave her a blank look and Starfire seemed to realize that that word hadn't translated over.

"Uhm..." Starfire's brow furrowed for a few seconds as she struggled for the closest english equivalent, "Tesh'li are like... clusters? P-piles? It is very common for families."

"...Tamaraneans sleep in piles?" Robin's brow crinkled at the mental image.

" Tesh'li. 'Piles' implies gravity is a strong factor in the composition of bodies," said Starfire.

"...right, floating..." Robin said quietly.

"The whole team had a big Tesh'li in that cave when we had that mission in Markovia!" Starfire said, clearly frustrated, "Beast Boy turned into a grizzly bear and Cyborg turned off his cooling systems to share body heat! You and Raven even shared your capes! Why is this worse? Am I worse?"

"It's not worse--I mean obviously you're not worse-- it's just---when it's just two people--" Robin drew in a tense breath through his teeth before slumping his shoulders, defeated. "It's like... an earth... thing."

"I am aware that earth has many things," said Starfire, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

Robin sighed.

"Oh!" Starfire perked up, "It is one of your earth intimacy hangups! Because large portions of your population spent several centuries convincing yourselves that your natural instinct to be close and reproduce were affronts to your creator deities! And that still lingers in your cultural practices!"

"Uh..." Robin didn't really have a response to that.

"I have been reading the Earth histories," said Starfire, a little smugly.

"That's great," said Robin, meekly.

“Well it is not like any of ‘the funny business’ will be happening,” said Starfire, using the finger quotes around the words ‘funny business.’ Robin really regretted letting Beast Boy teach her how to make air quotes with her fingers and that she had only been getting better at figuring out when to use them. “But I will respect your cultural practice and let you sleep on the floor, even though that is dumb and a little gross and you will wake up with the aching back.”

"You sure are a diplomat, huh?" said Robin, drily.

“Mm-hmm!” Starfire nodded.

This was supposed to be a victory in the argument for Robin--since Starfire was recognizing the boundaries he was laying out, but who was he laying them out for if she didn’t care about them? Himself? Alfred had made a point of bringing him up to be ‘proper’ and ‘gentlemanly’ (perhaps to make up for some shortcomings with Bruce) but Robin’s own childhood in the Circus was closer to what Starfire was describing--the performers spent so much time traveling and setting up and breaking down the circus that they had to catch sleep when they could, sleeping in piles, often with little regard for gender or age. He remembered sleeping splayed across his parents’ laps when he was small, or with his cheek smushed against Samson the Strongman’s bicep, or even in the pile of poodles, borzois, and border collies that made up the act of ‘Rivka’s Fabulous Tumbling Dogs.’ Sometimes he would even wake up with white greasepaint smudged in his hair from sleeping on one of the clowns’ shoulders. But now here he was, feeling like a bit of an idiot as Starfire pulled some sheets off the bed and the extra pillow and handed them over to him, before plopping down cross-legged on the bed herself and turning on the hotel room TV.

“Did you want to watch something?” Starfire glanced at him.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch,” Robin shrugged.

Robin took the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the too-small hotel table where their mostly-eaten one-half pepperoni one half pineapple-anchovy pizza sat. Starfire quickly flicked through the channels until reaching a public access channel where a reindeer bellowed on the screen.

“The noble caribou,” the narrator spoke, “A proud fixture of the tundras of the north that have roamed these grass-covered polar deserts for thousands of years.”

Robin gave a glance over to Starfire who was lying on her stomach on the bed and kicking her feet back and forth, her chin in her hands like any preppy teenaged earth girl watching her favorite low-budget cringeworthy high school drama starring 29-year-olds.

“But this is not a story of the caribou, no we will focus on a friend who has been here even longer,” the camera panned down to a caribou gnawing some knotty, netted-looking substance from the ground, “That industrious, unsung hero: The lichen. This is... Life of Lichen.”

“What happened to ‘World of Fungus?’” Robin tilted his head.

“You remembered?” Starfire perked up.

“I mean it’s your favorite,” Robin shrugged, “Or I guess this is your new favorite?”

“Life of Lichen is the sequel!” Starfire said excitedly, “Technically it is the third sequel. The first was ‘Our Friend the Algae,’ the second was, ‘World of Fungus’ and now it is ‘Life of Lichen!’ Because you need both algae and fungus to create it,” She paused a bit, “I can... change it if you prefer something else though.”

“Nah I kind of like it. It’s calming,” said Robin, “I used to only research stuff for like... missions and investigations... it’s nice to just... be interested in things.” He craned in his seat a little to see better.

“There is room,” said Starfire, scooting herself over, “You can see better here.”

Robin paused for a few seconds, then got up and took a seat on the bed, propping some pillows up against the headboard for himself to lean against.

“While lichen bears superficial similarity to moss, there are many differences, the first starting with composition. Mosses, of course, are plants, while lichens are composite organisms, there are over 20,000 known species...” The documentary narrator continued talking as the camera panned across a rainbow of lichens on the side of a rock and Robin found his eyelids drooping,

He could have sworn he only rested his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly startled awake. Most of the hotel room lights were off, save for the bedside lamp, the credits were running on the TV and the previews were next week’s episode were promising to delve into the exciting world of lichens growing on trees, as opposed to this episode which mainly featured lichens growing on rocks.

“Starfire?” Robin said, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

“Mm?” Starfire was already turning around and fluffing up her pillow, the faint green glow of her eyes creating a low spooky light in the room.

“The floor’s kinda gross,” said Robin.

“The floor is indeed gross,” said Starfire.

“Is it cool if--”

“It is very cool,” said Starfire. She reached and got the pillow he had on the floor next to the bed and passed it over to him.

“Alright,” Robin got under the sheets. Maybe he would have found more energy to be flustered about the action if he hadn’t been lulled by an hour of a husky British accent talking about lichens. Starfire seemed to be respecting his ‘earth intimacy hangups’ and slept on her side with her back to him.

“G’night,” said Robin.

“Sleep well,” Starfire’s voice was half muffled into her pillow as he turned off the bedside lamp.

It didn’t take too long for Starfire’s breathing to go slow and rhythmic, but Robin was still staring at the ceiling.

God, I made that weird, he thought, Why did I have to make such a big deal about sleeping on the floor? I mean I literally was repeatedly saying it’s not a big deal and it wasn’t but now it’s a whole thing. What if she thinks I don’t like her? What if she knows I like her but she’s really pushing the alien thing so we don’t have to address it? No that’s awful, she wouldn’t do that--earth means too much to her to do that. That was shitty of me to think. ‘Earth Intimacy hangups.’ I don’t have earth intimacy hangups. I should probably let her know that it’s probably not cool to tell people they have ‘earth intimacy hangups’ right to their face. I’m cool with it though. Because I don’t make big deals of things. I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep on the floor. Oh god I’m obsessing over this.

He turned on his side so that he was facing her back in the bed. He stared at her, watching her shoulders slowly shift with her breath. He tried to match the pace of his breath to hers.

Tesh’li, huh? he thought, and he felt his eyelids get heavy. He imagined a distant world with high-ceilinged palaces, and a family sleeping in a pile on a heap of luxurious cushions and circular futons, one of their two daughters hovering upside-down just above them. His eyelids slowly slid shut, Doesn’t sound so bad...

He woke up at 2 in the morning drowning in hair.

Starfire was hovering about a half foot off the bed, half the blankets hanging off of her, still in that same ‘lying on her side’ position, though now angled so that the majority of her hair was piled directly on Robin’s face. Robin sputtered quietly, pushing hair out of his eyes and mouth and flinching hard as he realized Starfire was floating.

“Star-pft-fire?” he whispered hoarsely, still pushing hair from his face.

“Robinnn... Kan’ah peq lor-faon eshdarm...” Starfire murmured in Tamaranean.

“...What?” Robin said blankly before she dropped back down onto the bed with a bounce and a loud creak of mattress springs, still dead asleep. A cat-like snore escaped her as she readjusted herself in the blankets. Robin breathed in a steadying breath, coming to terms with what he had just seen and how it was all perfectly normal what with Starfire being an alien. Then he repeated that last mental sentence back to himself and wondered how long ago this work had claimed his sanity like it had claimed Bruce’s. He didn’t have long to dwell on that thought, however, as Starfire turned over in her sleep, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, her alien strength moving him with the same ease as she might grab a stuffed animal.

“Star?” Robin whispered again as her arm snaked over his chest. He felt her body pressing into him from behind. His face was burning.

“Hmm... Wurul tai horqarr, Silkie...” she mumbled, squeezing Robin close.

“Er.. Star--I’m not--Ggk!” Robin winced a little at the tight squeeze, wondering for a few seconds if he was going to get a broken rib, but then Starfire seemed to nuzzle her cheek against his hair and her grip relaxed with a slight sigh.

Her hair was still enveloping him in a river of orange. She was warm--warmer than any human he could remember, and being in her arms felt like that almost- too-warm that’s perfect for dozing off while reading on summer afternoons. She smelled like ozone, and Lapsang-Souchong tea, and fresh-cut citrus. He wondered how he smelled to her. If he smelled like a memory of another planet. He listened to her breathing for a few minutes longer, as the warmth of her sank into him. He felt the exhaustion he always felt like he was barely outrunning catch up to him again, but here he was willing to let it overtake him.

Maybe I should wake her up? I mean... alien strength... don’t want to get crushed if she has a weird dream or something. Probably the smart thing to do, he thought.

“Zontar-ha peq lor-yuur’vyn...” Starfire murmured in her sleep and readjusted herself against him again, her body curving around him.

Eh. There are worse ways to go, he thought as he closed his eyes.

#dickkory #dc #teen titans #I loved hearing Kory speak Tamaranean in the show--it sounded almost klingon? In a good way #...ironically I'm talking about the live-action trainwreck and not the 03 show there #anyway cuddling: we should all do more of it #robstar

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lostinthewiind · 3 years ago

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 7

Next → Part 9

Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

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