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cuephrase · 6 months ago

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Most Disliked Robin Results!!

at long last, (some of) the data you've all been waiting for.

for those of you who are new, i put out a questionnaire to gather data in the interest of discovering if my personal hypothesis that knowing someone's #1 Robin tells you nothing really, but knowing their top two, now that gives you insight. i have since closed that questionnaire, and we are in the data crunching stage. in this anon ask, anon was curious which Robin was getting the most dislike votes. i shared the current numbers w/o revealing who was getting which votes, and invited y'all to vote for which Robin you thought was getting the most dislike votes.

these were the results of the prediction poll:

before i share the final results, with 745 responses, a disclaimer:

the data pool is extremely small in the grand scheme of things!! this data cannot be used to make definitive claims about fandom at large. this is simply what we observed from the small group of fans, predominantly from tumblr, who filled out my questionnaire. cool? cool.

for our purposes, a "Stan" is someone who marked X Robin as their #1 fave Robin, and a "Fan" is someone who marked X Robin in their top two. additionally, whenever you see a top two Duo, for example, Dick & Damian, the character mentioned first is that person's #1. so Dick & Damian duos are distinct from Damian & Dick duos!!

for the non-math nerds, the 95% CI*, or 95% Confidence Interval is there to show that if we were to poll a random 745 responders again, from the same communities, we're about 95% sure the true value is somewhere in here range. *this is a bit of a simplification, but uh, i am not a math teacher + google is free. (i thought about finding a snappy youtube vid but as soon as they started talking math i zoned out whoops.)

finally a big, big thank you to @chinajousama and @tevyaa for their data-crunching + formatting!! none of this would have happened nearly as quickly (or successfully) without them!! 🫶

overall dislike

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converted to percentages with 95% CI

the most important takeaway here, imo, is that ~74% do not dislike any Robin. (shoutout to the Jason & Steph Duo who disliked Dick, Tim, and Damian tho, iconic.)

also, it is not at all what tumblr predicted!! tumblr predicted that dick would be least disliked (by virtue of him getting the least votes) and that's...about all that was correct from the prediction poll.

now how does this breakdown depending on Stans/Fans/Duos?

Stans' dislike (Y is responders #1 Robin)

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converted to percentages with 95% CI

"hey!!" you say, "the math is not mathing- if i add up the bottom row i get 774/104%, not 745/100%." correct!! this is because responders were able to dislike more than one Robin.

if we gave the percentages for each row of the very first chart, (the one that lays out how people voted in all the permutations), those percents would add up to 100%. but since we're only breaking it down between the Robins, there's overlap. 14.8% of everyone disliked Tim, that number is true. however, that 14.8% of Tim Dislikers includes people who also disliked other Robins- it's not the percentage of people who exclusively dislike Tim.

tl;dr: it doesn't add up, but the math is right, trust.

"okay, fine, but why don't you have a 95% CI for everyone?" if the sample group was too small to make a prediction (received less than 5 responses), we decided not to give one because there's simply not enough data to give one worth having. tl;dr, if there's a 0.00%* in the 95% CI chart, don't read into those stats too hard!!

Fans' dislike (Y is in responder's top duo)

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converted to percentages with 95% CI

already you can see some differences compared to the Stans' Dislikes- most percentages go up a bit, but a few go down.

now let's see what happens when we look at the breakdown over Duo's Dislike

Duo's dislike

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note the differences!! for instance, all Jason-first Duos are more likely to dislike Tim than the percentage given for Jason Stans, except for Jason & Tim duos, which duh, but also, Jason & Tim is the second most common Jason-first Duo, making up 25.3% of Jason-first Duos.

also!! Tim fans are the least likely to dislike overall, with 83.2% not disliking any Robin, however, Tim stans, specifically Tim & Dick Duos are the most likely to dislike Damian. (*cough* lingering Red Robin grudge, perhaps? *cough* Tim Stans: i can let a lot of shit go, but that. that i cannot. [i'm a Tim Stan, i'm allowed to tease them, okay?])

another crucial thing to point out here is that the percentages represent how likely Y Duo is to dislike X Robin. this distinction is significant because while it is correct to say that, (based off this data pool), Steph & Damian Duos are the most likely to dislike Tim, it is incorrect to say that most Tim dislikers are Steph & Damian Duos.

"huh??"

something, something squares and rectangles If you grab a random Steph & Damian Duo responder, they are the most likely out of all the Duo responders to dislike Tim. However, if you were to grab a random Tim Disliker responder, the odds of that responder being a Steph & Damian Duo are pretty low.

by number, Dick & Damian Duos make up the biggest portion of Tim Dislikers (26 out of 110 votes). however, they also make up the biggest portion of responders overall with 92 votes, whereas Steph & Damian only got 22.

(side note, if you're like, whoa but Dick & Jason won the tumblr poll- overall, there were more responders that had Dick and Jason in their top 2, however they were split 82/64 and Dick and Damian was split 92/29. those splits are also super interesting to see, bc some are pretty even and others aren't.)

okay, so what's the takeaway here? repeat after me: everybody 👏hates 👏 Tim!! 👏 loud incorrect buzzer yeah, no so the main takeaway here is that so far, it's looking like there is visible variation depending on a Stan/Fan's Duo compared to Stan/Fan opinion. also, that most Robin fans don't dislike a Robin. you can relax, odds are blorbo is not under attack. unless you're a Tim stan. jk jk, i'm sorry, him having 14.8% dislikability is just hysterical to me, like do you see the social distancing, Jason is the second most disliked and Tim has more than double his numbers LMAO.

especially bc that 14.8% is just like, out of all responders, how likely Tim is to be disliked, right, follow me here, hehe. 110 of 223 dislike votes cast were for Tim, right, so of the dislike votes cast there is a ~49.3% chance that a dislike vote is a dislike Tim vote.

but!! if we condense that 223 (dislike votes cast/remember that 1 responder could dislike multiple) to 194 (the actual number of responders who disliked), then it's 110 out of 194, so if a Robin fan dislikes anyone, there is a ~56.7% that they dislike Tim.

try not to laugh at that, i dare you.

now, as a Tim stan, i think this makes sense because out of all the Robins, Tim has the most on panel interaction with every other Robin compared to the others, so like, if any Robin is going to show up and annoy you, odds are it's Timbo. factor in fanfic trends and uh...look, do i love Tim? yes. (i love them all, but that's beside the point.) do i think he's annoying af. also yes. it's part of the appeal, i mean hot people get it, i mean this data is not shocking to me but it is, clearly, deeply amusing. that being said, you might be under attack, because responders were wayyyy more likely to find a Robin Stan annoying than they were to dislike a Robin hehehe. sorry, sorry, i swear i'm not trying to shart shit. i mean, start shit. that was an honest typo but i'm so tired rn and it's funny so i'm leaving it, forgive me. what are your thoughts? any of this surprising to you, or does it track with your predictions? tysm for participating if you responded to the questionnaire!! and if you didn't, no worries, enjoy the Findings. please remember that the goal of this questionnaire/sharing the Findings is not to grade other fans on whether they're "good"/"bad"- discuss to your heart's content but let's try and keep the wank/bad faith takes to a minimum, yeah? thank youuuuu

also enjoy this at a glance graph!! the bars are error bars, they represent that 95% CI :)

anyways!! i just threw a ton of data at you, if there's anything you would like to see me elaborate on/any questions you have, please feel free to send me an ask and we'll do our best to deliver!! there's truly so much to unpack here.

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #the robin poll

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purinfelix · 5 months ago

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special treatment ⊹₊⟡⋆ - daniel ricciardo

pairing: reader x compsci!daniel summary: to others, there might be absolutely no reason for you to be spending the night at your nerdy classmate's dorm room, but you know that he's the only one who you trust to check over your code - and look good while doing it w/k: 1k a/n: the brainchild of this late night blurb, the idea was too good not to turn into a fic so enjoy - i love writing my boys being nerdy <333 I LOVE NERDS

"We can't keep doing this. It's late."

"I know."

"Yet you're here again."

"I know."

You pause before continuing your pleading, "I need you, Daniel, you're the only one who can-"

"Get in," his voice comes curt, an attempt to hide the nervous unease he feels as he opens the door to his dorm a little wider for you. You shuffle into the cool darkness of his room - trying not to think of how suggestive this conversation might've sounded to anyone passing by.

If this had been any other day you might've taken a minute to pause and look around his dorm room, satisfying your morbid curiosity to know everything about the mystery you found this boy to be. But it wasn't the time for that, and you had little else on your mind when you threw your bag onto the floor and slumped onto his bed.

"I doubt our head of academic integrity would look very fondly upon one of their top students doing something like this," he mutters, sitting across from you on his desk chair.

"Probably not any better than they would on the top student for helping them get away with it," you challenge back, getting a kick out of the way he seems to squirm under your gaze, eyes darting between you and the floor.

It must've started around the end of last semester if you recall correctly. A couple final assignments, way too many cans of energy drink and a fated late-night library encounter had thrown you into a 'relationship' some might've seen as strange, but you thought more of as resourceful. Before that night, the thought of even approaching the guy you'd only seen leaving lectures early because he understood everything before the professor had the chance to explain it, seemed out of the question - equal parts daunting and embarrassing.

He was a cocky nerd, and there was little more you hated than someone who not only had an ego, but the means to back it up. You'd be lying if you said you didn't resent him a little every time you saw his name on top of yours when the class rank lists came out, but something about the stress of finals week had lowered your guard and forced you to swallow your pride.

"Fine, show it to me." He's so easy to break, you think to yourself as you fling open your bag to grab your laptop. Navigating quickly to the page of code you'd spent the last four hours unsuccessfully debugging, you set it down in front of him.

"Danny, I don't know what's wrong with it, and it's due tonight!" You watch as his eyes scanned the code, fingers moving masterfully as he fixed a line here, edited a call there. After a ridiculously impressive short amount of time, he clicks the program and to your delight, your code runs with no bugs. You're tired enough not to be embarrassed by your squeal of joy, but also awake enough to resist the urge to throw yourself at the man in front of you.

"You're my saviour, you know that?" You resign yourself to this, and it seems to do the trick as you watch him break into a shy smile - which, even in the low light, you can tell is accompanied by flushed cheeks.

"It's nothing," he laughs softly, pushing the laptop back towards you.

You're not sure why he keeps giving in to your begs for help, especially when - to you - you're not giving him anything in return. You've brought it up before, amidst offers for free dinner or coffee or lecture notes, things you'd think no other university student could give up. Yet every time he waves you off with the same content smile. Smart, cocky, as if he couldn't get any more annoying the asshole just had to be generous as well.

"Thank you, I'll get out of your hair now," you say hurriedly, shoving your laptop back into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder - eager to let him get back to whatever it is he was doing before you barged in.

"Wait," he says, and your hand pauses around the handle of the door.

It's silent for a bit, as you turn back to him and watch in fascination as his usually unbothered expression transforms into something you can't quite put your finger on - a strange mix of pain and confusion.

"Are you free tomorrow night?" he finally manages to blurt out.

"No, sorry I think I've got plans with a friend," you laugh awkwardly, still confused as to why this seems like such a big deal to him.

"Oh, alright," you watch his face fall and something in your heart twists.

"I should be free the night after though, what did you have in mind?"

His eyes shoot up to meet yours as he regains a little bit of the confidence you're so used to seeing him sport. "I was thinking I might take you up on your offer, for dinner?"

"Oh, of course, I mean I do owe you for all you've done for me."

"But I want to pay."

"Doesn't that sort of defeat the purpose of my paying you back?"

"Think of it less like you paying me back and more like..." he trails off towards the end of his sentence, and when you look into his eyes, eyebrows raised, you're quick to catch on.

"A date?"

He gives you half a nod, shy and a little unsure.

"Danny, are you asking me out on a date?"

"If it's alright with you, yes."

You let out a half-hearted laugh of surprise, letting out a breathy "of course."

Relief washes over your classmate's face as he sits back in his desk chair with a sigh and a grateful smile. "See you then."

You nod, a sudden shyness washing over you as you finally make it to the door and return to the harsh white light of the hallway - though now the code you came to ask him about is the last thing on your mind.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo oneshot #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #purinfelix #formula one fanfic #formula one x reader #jet writes ★

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eddieandbird · 6 months ago

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I JUST REALIZE I SEND THE REQUEST IN THE ANONIMOUS MODE, IM SO SORRY 😭😭 but here it is again

Hello! I don't see if you do angst or not, but if you do, i'd like to request a fight with Eddie in front of the Hellfire club, like they're in a D&D section and start to fight over any reason (you can choose) and the reader get's upset and get out of the room and the other's be like "😳...go talk to her, man" and the rest is whatever you think is better, thank you so so much, and sorry if my english is bad 🥺💕

no worries! i gave it my best shot, hope you like it -bird

Ditch—

You have an attitude during a Hellfire Club meeting

tags/warnings: fluff | hurt/comfort | 1.3k words | f!reader | arguments

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If a single drop of water were to touch your skin right now, it would evaporate in seconds, or at least that’s how furious you felt at this moment. You’d been silently grinding your teeth and fiddling with your character’s figure on the table since Eddie started the session.

“Any day now, sweetheart. It’s your turn,” To you, it sounded like he was elongating your words just to taunt you.

“Skip my turn, nothing good’s happened yet,” You muttered, squeezing your figure tightly in your hand before dropping it back onto the table.

Eddie’s brows knitted together, disgust laced in his deep frown. “So you’re just going to leave the party vulnerable because we bore you, is that it?”

“Why not? Leaving people hanging isn’t completely off the table for our party, right? Or is that just towards me?” You folded your arms, unwavering from his intense glare.

“God, are you seriously throwing a fit right now? In front of everyone?” He leaned forward and spoke in a low tone as if that was going to conceal the argument with you from the other members.

“You know what you’re right. I am so sorry everyone, I’m just not in the mood for D&D tonight. So sorry I have to ditch you all,” You laid heavy emphasis on the word ‘ditch’ before getting up and pushing in your chair with a loud squeak.

The weight of your footsteps could be heard as you walked out of the auditorium. You left the rest of the Hellfire members in awe with your absence.

Dustin was the first to break the silence. “Damn… What the hell did you do, Eddie?”

“Zip it, Henderson,” Eddie snapped back, his eyes transfixed on the door. “Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?” He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh, dropping his head on the table with a thud.

“That was some good drama, right there,” Gareth spoke in an amused tone.

“You’re not helping,” Eddie grumbled.

“Are you going to go after her?” Jeff asked, a slight hint of worry in his voice.

“Yeah, Eddie. You can’t let her storm off like that and not chase her. Trust me, it never ends well when I leave Max alone to ‘cool off’,” Lucas added, shaking his head.

Mike nodded “Yeah, El hates that too-”

“Okay! I get it! You guys are expert-level boyfriends or whatever,” Eddie’s eyes shot wide open with annoyance. “Just… give me a second to go find her, okay? Dustin’s in charge in the meantime,”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Mike exclaimed.

“Argue amongst yourselves for a minute, nerds!” Eddie yelled back, already in the process of slamming the door behind him.

Eddie stomped quickly down the hallway, eyes darting everywhere looking for you.

He turned the corner and his eyes widened slightly as he saw your hand disappearing into the girls restroom.

“Damnit..” he mumbled to himself.

He stood outside the door, debating whether he should barge in after you or not. Eventually, his head got the better of him and he pushed open the heavy door.

“Hey. We need to talk.”

“Eddie, get out, you’re not supposed to be in here,” You grumbled, not giving him a second glance.

You were focused on your reflection, carefully dabbing at your tears with a tissue to not ruin more of your makeup.

“Like I care about that,” He retorted.

You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. He stood with his shoulder slumped, back against the bathroom stall. His intense dark eyes glaring at you with frustration.

“I’m not coming back to the session, you can just kill my character off now,” You said sternly.

“Can you just look at me for a second?” He pleaded, but you remained facing the mirror, trying to avoid even the slightest glance in his direction.

He sighed and took a few more steps into the bathroom, his hands shoved deep into pockets, knuckles turning white with how hard he was clenching his fists.

“Why are you so pissed at me?” He asked, his voice soft and lacking its usual bite.

“You seriously don’t know?” You looked bewildered. “You didn’t even notice that I’ve been avoiding you all day?”

Eddie winced as you took a step forward. “What? You weren’t just busy with school stuff?” He asked sheepishly, knowing he definitely did not notice anything off about today until Hellfire.

“You ditched me on our date yesterday, ring any bells?” You gestured wildly. “You left me at the movies by myself. I had to call my dad to pick me up. I was humiliated!”

Eddie's face dropped as he was hit with a wave of realization. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and let out a long sigh, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Oh, that's what this is about? I'm sorry, I really am, but you gotta know-" He took a small step towards you, his expression pained. "I had to help Dustin okay? It was a like a family emergency and it couldn't wait,"

Eddie needed to be vague for various reasons. He couldn’t possibly tell you about any of the crazy monsters he encountered that night or show you the huge scratch in his shoulder that was covered by his jacket. He could only pray that you bought it.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and frowned deeply. You didn’t want to pry if it was about Dustin’s family, that wasn’t your place. His explanation did explain some things but not enough to satisfy you.

“You didn’t even call afterwards… We didn’t talk today,”

You shook your head, pacing in front of him as thoughts swirled in your mind. “You know, it’s totally fine if you changed your mind about me, if you don’t like me anymore, it’s whatever, but you didn’t have to lead me on like this,”

"Whoa, slow down." He quickly approached you again and firmly placed his hands on your shoulders, gently stopping your frantic movements.

He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that he hadn’t hurt you completely.

"Look at me, okay? I never ‘changed my mind’ about you. I still like you a hell of a lot. And I definitely didn’t mean to leave you in the lurch like that," Eddie pleaded, his thumbs rubbing your skin.

“I’m just kind of a space cadet, you know? I’m impulsive and forgetful and I screw up… a lot,” He took your hand and pulled you toward him.

You pouted and reluctantly followed his tug, your eyes refusing to fall upon him.

“But know this: I do like you. And I know I’m not really good at this whole dating thing, but I wanna make it up to you okay? I don’t wanna end things on this note,” Eddie shook his head and brought your hand next to his face. He made sure you watched as he locked his fingers between yours. “You gonna let me make it up to you?”

You pursed your lips, wanting to refuse at first, but then you nodded.

“Fine,” You whispered.

A small smile appeared on his lips, his shoulders visibly relaxing. He brought your hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on all eight of your knuckles.

"Thank god," he breathed against your skin, his exhale warm and shaky.

He looked at you with hopeful eyes, his grip on your hand still tight.

"We can do something after Hellfire, alright? Just you and me."

You crinkled your nose as you nodded even more enthusiastically this time.

“I’m looking forward to it, Munson,” You mused.

You turned around, now being the one to tug his arm and lead him out of the restroom.

“Hey, wait, what’s going on?” He asked, his old sneakers squeaking on the hallway floors as he followed you.

“Back to the session,”

“You’re still gonna play?” Eddie let go of your hand for a moment, pleasantly surprised.

“C’mon! The faster we get this done, the faster you can take me to get some food,” You whined, walking off without him.

“You got it, princess,” Eddie chuckled, clutching his swollen heart then sprinting after you.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic

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mcflymemes · 10 months ago

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PROMPTS FROM LIFE IS STRANGE, SEASON 1 * assorted dialogue, suggested by ismelodrama, adjust as necessary

everything is a picture waiting for be taken.

you're just jealous of me because i actually do the things you can't.

are you hiding something?

i'm sick of your disrespect. tell me the truth!

i don't want to fight with you anymore. i don't want to fight with anyone anymore.

i was eating those beans!

how the hell did you know about that photo?

always take the shot. my number one rule of photography.

you just don't listen, do you?

there's something weird going on with you.

you've only been here for three weeks and you're already causing conflict.

after this week, you are certainly not a little kid anymore.

not now. i'm contemplating shit.

are you fucking kidding me? this is major bullshit!

i didn't have all the evidence at the time.

we all make decisions we regret.

i'm not gonna make any excuses for my behavior.

i'd put stephen hawking against picasso any day.

it sucks to be dragged into the spotlight.

nobody believes me anyway.

you're exactly the kind of soldier i'd want by my side in a war.

why the hell not?

i almost asked you to hang out.

you should have asked me.

maybe we're too much alike.

i don't believe anything you say. you're full of shit.

eat a dick, [name].

i'll be in the tardis getting my delorean ready.

since you're the mysterious superhero... i'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion.

you don't know who the fuck i am or who you're messing around with.

where'd you get that? what are you doing? come on, put that thing down!

don't ever tell me what to do! i'm so sick of people trying to control me!

so you can't help me?

i told you before that i'll always believe you.

i may be a pest but... i'm a good listener.

you're the bravest person i've ever known.

for every action, there's a reaction.

i'm trying. but you have to understand my position.

i know i can be a pain in the ass... and you've always treated me like a person, not a beta nerd.

why do you want all your friends to die?

oh i see. i'm not important to you anymore.

nobody lectures me. everybody tries though.

do not analyze me! i pay people for that.

hey, that's total slander!

you don't know shit about my father, or me.

you're all fucked!

everybody hates me.

[name]... it's me. i just wanted to say i'm sorry.

i truly am sorry for being such a bastard.

you would have been cool to hang out with.

you might as well choose me.

i'm not perfect, okay?

you have talent, [name].

you don't have to push people out of your way.

thanks for admitting again that i have some talent.

do you think it's, like, fate we're not supposed to be friends?

nobody says we have to be friends.

everybody lies. no exceptions.

i came for all of you.

i'm in a nightmare and i can't wake up.

no wonder they call it a "web." nothing can ever get out.

i wish i could go back in time and erase everything.

just tell me you do have the photograph.

now shut up and listen.

i'm not a real scientist.

i was just happy just being your friend.

[name], i'm so sorry you had to go through all that.

i don't think i can concentrate on going out to the movies.

everybody pretends to care until they don't.

even angels need angels, [name].

i might be naive, but i feel their struggle.

why did you stop me from jumping?

this shit pit has taken everyone i've ever loved.

when a door closes, a window opens... or something like that.

i keep going back in time.

how could there be a more important moment in history?

thank you for trusting me.

hey... be careful out there.

what kind of friend are you?

you never understood me, or what happened to me.

i'll always be alone, thanks to you.

just in case we don't get out of this...

i'm going to make the right choices from now on.

i've been feeling like this might be actually the end of the world.

i hate to say that i'm glad to see you, but i'm glad to see you.

i wish i could stay in this moment forever... but then it wouldn't be a moment.

if that tornado came right now, i would just sit here and watch for a while.

i just feel like escaping.

i have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes.

with great power comes great bullshit.

am i pushing myself too hard?

you like to hurt people, huh?

i'm glad you decided to escort me.

i know this is a bad time, but can i get one picture?

of course i believe you. you're the most amazing person i've ever met, and i'm glad you trust me.

i don't have a fucking clue what's going on.

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slayfics · 1 year ago

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Eijiro gets worried when he sees you spending time with Katsuki.

1,300 words~

Eijiro came downstairs into the common room of the dorms. Immediately he was drawn to your laughter. What he didn't expect to see was you sitting next to Katsuki.

Katsuki was never particularly funny. Usually, people even moved away from him in the common room due to his easily excitable temper. So why were you sitting so close to him laughing?

"Hey," Eijiro greeted you both and sat awkwardly in between you.

"Hi, Kirishima! It took you longer to come down than I thought, what were you up to all this time?" You greeted smiling sweetly at him. Eijiro opened his mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted.

"Probably analyzing some old videos of Crimson like a nerd," Katsuki huffed, causing you to laugh again.

"You do really like Crimson," You giggled in agreement with Katsuki. Even though your tone was playful, Eijiro couldn't help but shrink into himself as he felt made fun of. Since when did you start agreeing with Katsuki on things he wondered?

"Um, well what were you both talking about," Eijiro asked, trying to change the subject.

"How cool Bakugo was in the training today! I can't believe his team was able to capture every one of their opponents without any injuries! That was amazing!" You said enthusiastically. Eijiro felt himself shrink even further into himself at you praising Katsuki.

Eijiro himself didn't do well at all in the training today, being captured almost right away. Eijiro also couldn't help but notice the twinkle in your eyes when you spoke about Katsuki and he felt his heart become heavy.

Your phone buzzed a few times capturing your attention.

"Oh looks like the girls are ready for me, we promised to study together today. I guess I'll see you guys later then!" You called out as you left, leaving the two boys alone.

"Hey, man what was that about," Eijiro asked Katsuki.

"Hu?" He grunted.

"Since when were you two friends?" Eijiro asked, trying not to sound as concerned as he was.

"We're not. She came up and started talking to me," Katuski said indifferently.

"Oh...," Eijiro looked down at the floor, feeling his heart swell even more. You approached him, he thought. That made things even worse.

"The hell you look like that for?" Katsuki nudged his friend.

"It's just... well you're not interested in her right?" Eijiro asked softly so no one else in the common room could hear. Katsuki laughed at his remark.

"Oh man, you're asking because you're nervous aren't you?" Katuski flashed him a cocky grin. "Because if I wanted her it would be too easy for me to take her from you," He teased his friend.

"Hey man cut it out," Eijiro said, feeling himself becoming angry.

"Whatever, get yourself together," Katskui said, leaving his friend alone on the couch. Realizing Katsuki never said he wasn't interested in you, Eijiro couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

It ate at him the whole rest of the night as he worked out in his room, as he studied, as he showered. He couldn't get it off of his mind. Were you interested in Katsuki?

It was nearly time for him to sleep but all he found was discomfort in his bed. Tossing and tuning hearing your laughter at Katsuki's comments over and over again in his mind.

Fuck it.

Eijiro grabbed his phone and messaged you.

Hey how did studying with the girls go?

It was fun! But, I don't think I learned much to be honest. We were mainly just talking.

What about?

If I told you I'd have to kill you. What happens in girls' study night stays in girls' study night.

Oh, come on, you can trust me.

Fine, we were talking about boys.

Eijiro felt his face become hot. Were you talking to the other girls about Katuski... Eijiro figured he would never have a better moment to ask and put his mind at ease.

Was Bakugo one of the boys mentioned?

Why would you ask that?

You seemed to be getting along really well with him today, that's all.

Kirishima, can you meet me in the common room? I want to tell you something.

Eijiro felt his heart sink. Were you going to confess that you were interested in Katsuki?

Eijiro made his way down to the common room where he found you waiting on the couch. Your hands clasped together nervously on your lap twirling your thumbs back and forth.

“Hey man what's up?" He asked, sitting next to you.

"Why would you ask me about Bakugo?" You whispered trying to remain quiet and not alert anyone else sleeping in the dorms.

"Oh well uh, you did compliment him pretty hard today, and you know, you seemed to be laughing at everything he said," Eijiro said shrugging his shoulders, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal to him, even though his heart was pounding a million miles a minute.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. Well being honest I...," You looked down a blush tinting your face causing you to stop.

Fuck she does like him, Eijiro thought feeling his whole heart shatter into pieces.

"Go on you can tell me," Eijiro said, sweetly despite feeling like he was dying inside.

"I um... I've only been trying to be closer to Bakugo recently because well... because he is your friend." You said looking down at your feet too embarrassed to look up at Eijiro.

"Hu?" Eijiro was completely lost. You were talking to Bakugo because why now? That made no sense.

"Yeah... I thought if maybe I got closer to your friends I'd be able to spend more time with you as a result." You confessed your face turning an even deeper red.

Holy crap did she say she wants to spend more time with me? Eijiro felt his whole perspective flip and it felt as though he was dreaming now, one of those dreams you don't ever want to wake up from.

"You wanted to spend more time with me?" He asked, completely astonished at his luck.

"Yeah... I mean I really like being around you Kirishima," You said, glancing over at him. The look on his face was an indescribable happiness.

"You sure it wasn't Bakugo you liked being around? He's so manly with his quirk and he has been doing really well recently... and I... I blew it at today's training," Eijiro said, looking slightly downcast again.

"Kirishima, you're too hard on yourself! Yes, your friend has been doing well but he is not you. I like you... you're the sweetest person I've ever met and I can't help but have this dumb smile on my face every time you are around," You said, bringing your sleeves to your face and trying to hide your blush.

"You know... I was really beaten up thinking you liked Bakugo... Hearing how you really feel has got me feeling all kinds of stuff," Eijiro laughed nervously rubbing his neck. "Feels too good to be true, and your words are so kind. That means a lot to me coming from you. From now on you can just ask if you want to spend time with me, you don't have to get closer to my friends to do it." Eijiro spoke.

You nodded in agreement, "Well I guess we better get some sleep it's late now," you said standing up feeling completely nervous and overwhelmed with your confession.

"Yeah I guess we should," Eijiro said, standing up and following your lead, even though he wanted nothing more than to spend more time with you.

"Kirishima," You called, causing him to stop. You ran to him and grabbed his arm gently as you pressed your lips to his cheek giving him a quick kiss. "Goodnight," You said nervously and hurried away, too shy to watch his reaction.

Eijiro now stood alone in the common room, his face as red as hair.

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thefiery-phoenix · 10 months ago

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YANDERE BAKUSQUAD HEADCANONS

You were a really determined person. You always put your best whenever you did something, and didn't worry about the result and that was something the Bakusquad admired about you, however, you were incredibly naive and trusting of everyone around you

You had met the Bakusquad on your first day. As usual, Bakugou was yelling at you about something, and suddenly, you snapped and asked him to shut up. Everyone around you gasped and soon, the Bakusquad looked at you with immense respect. Ofc, Bakugou wasn't too happy about that but eventually he let you join the Bakusquad since he was actually impressed with your quirk and courage to stand up against him which most people can't do without breaking at least 5 bones

You loved hanging out with the Bakusquad and they loved hanging out with you. They didn't do anything that made you feel uncomfortable

Whenever someone tries to bully you, they immediately stick up for you with intense threatening looks in their eyes like they're about to murder them. Pretty soon, their overprotectiveness for you had turned into a CRAZY OBSESSION and they realized that they all liked you

However, they didn't like how innocent and trusting you were. What if someone takes advantage of that? What if someone hurts you? What if they do something bad to you? They talked about it when you were absent from school one day

''Man... Y/N is really cool and I think we're all in love with her but....'' said Sero but stopped in the middle. ''But what?" asked Mina. ''She's so trusting of everyone around her and not to mention really innocent'' he said. ''Yeah, well someone has to show that little nerd that not everyone can be trusted'' growled Bakugou. ''That's right.... after all, we ARE becoming pro heroes and what sort of heroes will we BE if we can't save our friend?" asked Kirishima. ''Kiribro's right. We NEED to take action for Y/N's own good and keep her safe'' and everyone agreed

Soon, they even started getting clingier and possessive of you than usual and finally, you started trying to avoid them, but that was a HUGE mistake

''Y/N WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!!??" screeched Bakugou as he tried running towards you but you just waved back at him and shouted, ''Sorry... I need to go'' and ran off in the other direction. When it soon dawned upon them that you were avoiding them, they were hurt at first, but came to the conclusion that you were just shy and scared and confused. But don't worry, they're going to take care of everything for you

You were tied to the headboard of a bed with a few ropes and you had a quirk cancelling cuff around your ankle after you blacked out due to them bonking you over the head. You then saw your old friends, the Bakusquad come in and you said, ''Guys... this isn't funny, let me go'' you snarled. ''Why would we do that when we worked so had to take you away and try to keep you safe?'' asked Denki. "Guys, if this is about the time I declined your offer about going to the arcade, I said I was sorry since I had somewhere else to be'' you said

''It's all right.... From now on, you're going to be ONLY with us since we all love and care for you'' smiled Kirishima as you yelled, ''YOU GUYS ARE PSYCHOPATHS!!" Bakugou just laughed and tried stroking your cheek but you attempted to bite his finger off. ''Ohh...she's feisty'' squealed Mina. "None of this would happened if you were so naive all the time...dumbass"

''We'll undo the ropes for you when you can prove you can be trusted. It's just that we don't want to see our darling in any form of danger now do we, Mi amor~" said Sero

You wished your life would go back to normal and you regretted being friends with these people who claimed all they wanted to do was keep you safe. They DID treat you well, and they never raised their hand at you. Of course, they had to stop Bakugou from literally MURDERING you when you act up while Kirishima and Denki and Sero calm him TF down and Mina tries comforting you. They actually treat you like royalty once you develop Stockholm Syndrome and cuddle sessions with them are a MUST! Maybe it won't be so bad

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bakugou imagines #yandere bakugou headcanons #yandere kirishima eijirou oneshots #yandere sero hanta headcanons #yandere denki kaminari scenarios #yandere mina ashido oneshots #yandere bakusquad #yandere bakusquad x reader #yandere bakusquad oneshots #yandere bakusquad imagines #yandere bakusquad scenarios #yandere bakusquad headcanons

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silverynight · 3 months ago

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The heart of the barbarian King

<---Previous

Chapter 2

Izuku doesn't have much time to worry about Katsuki; the King of the barbarians is brutal and very efficient when he fights.

Besides, the omega can see clearly that Chisaki is cheating; he's trying to hit the other alpha even though the fight it was supposed to be about throwing the other person to the ground.

As the effect of the potion slowly wears off, Izuku feels the need to help Katsuki (even though he clearly doesn't need to), but he knows he can't because that'd probably be breaking a couple of rules.

"It's alright, Midoriya. He's a lot tougher than that," Kirishima startles him a bit, getting closer to where he is.

However, the omega has decided that he trusts that alpha too; he even smells like he's mated to someone already.

"Yeah, I know Kacchan will win."

Kirishima chuckles.

"I forgot you used to call him that."

"How do you know that?" The omega blushes to the tip of his ears, already regretting using that same childhood nickname... Katsuki is a king now, Izuku shouldn't address him so informally.

"He talks about you a lot."

He does?

"I'm really glad destiny helped him find you again," the alpha with red hair mumbles sincerely, showing him his very sharp teeth as he smiles at Izuku.

When the omega tries to process what he's been told, they hear a grunt and realize that Chisaki just broke one of the rules and made a cut on Katsuki's shoulder with a knife.

"Kacchan!" Izuku tries to get closer, but Kirishima stops him by putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you for giving me enough reasons to banish you," Katsuki smirks before grabbing the other's hand and twisting it in such a painful way, Chisaki doesn't have any other choice but throwing the knife.

"I don't care! I'll be leaving with my ome–"

He gets kicked in the face so hard he passes out before falling to the ground.

"Kacchan!" The omega beams before jumping into the King's arm. "You won!"

"I always win, nerd! You know that!"

Izuku chuckles in response, feeling the alpha nuzzling against his cheek; a couple of memories come right at him... of a blond kid constantly calling him nerd and rubbing their noses together every time they played.

"Kacchan, let me see your arm."

"It's just a scratch, nerd. I'll be fine!" Katsuki takes the omega by the waist and helps him up on the horse; his cheeks turn pink when he notices Izuku has freckles on his thighs too or maybe he's just staring at the omega's exposed legs in general. "You'll ride with me."

When he jumps on the horse too, he looks at his friend again, who's watching their interactions with an amused smile on his face.

"Kirishima, made sure that scumbag leaves for good. I don't want him back in our kingdom," he growls, quickly looking back at the other barbarians under Chisaki's orders. "And you, you either follow him or come back... I don't give a fuck! Just make your choice!"

Izuku had no idea the barbarian kingdom was not that far away from where they were. The people in the small houses get out or just open their windows as soon as they hear the horse.

Everyone seems to be happy to see the King and very curious when they finally notice the green haired omega riding with him.

Katsuki stops halfway to the base of the mountain, hops off and grabs Izuku by the waist to help him down.

"Horses only get so far," he says with a smile. "I don't blame them because my house is close to the mountain where my dragon lives."

"Do you have a dragon? Kacchan, that's so cool!" The omega beams again, this time with sparks in his eyes. The prospect of seeing a dragon up close has made him forget a bit of his awful week.

"Aren't you scared of dragons? Like everyone else?"

Izuku shakes his head.

"I've always wanted to see one!" He admits. "And perhaps get to draw them and take a couple of notes in order to understand their behavior better."

"Such a nerd," the alpha snorts, staring at him fondly. "Well, I'll introduce you to Dynamight tomorrow because he's probably away at the moment, hunting."

Tomorrow... right, he can't leave the barbarians now. Although Izuku is not sure how to feel about that at the moment; he's glad to have found Katsuki again, but he misses his mentor.

"Now," Katsuki clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away from Izuku. "This... Uhh, you look really good with those, but you can choose what you want to wear. You could wear something like this instead, if that makes you feel uncomfortable."

Izuku supposes that he's talking about everything he's wearing besides the red cape over his shoulders. Katsuki doesn't have anything to cover his chest, which is kinda distracting if the omega is being honest. However, he wears pants, dark boots, and a belt.

"I'd rather wear something like yours," Izuku says after a while. "But I'd like to keep the top."

Katsuki nods, already leading him to a street full of red tents, which Izuku guesses it's kinda the town's market.

"I can buy you a couple of pretty tops like that one," the alpha says. "And a few pants."

"You don't have to–"

"Shut up, nerd! It's not like you have money on you. Besides, I don't mind."

Izuku closes his eyes for a second, thanking the gods for having put Katsuki on his path again.

"Thank you, Kacchan."

They get to a tent where a small woman is arranging a lot of clothes on piles, they all look in perfect condition.

"My King!" The woman bows as soon as she notices the alpha. "How can I help you today?"

"We need clothes for him," he mumbles, tilting his head in Izuku's direction.

As soon as the woman's honey eyes land on the omega, she grins from ear to ear before looking back at the barbarian King.

"Oh, I thought this would never happen. Congratulations, my lord. This is the most beautiful omega I've ever seen!"

Izuku blushes to the tip of his ears, ready to say something... anything to clear up the misunderstanding, but Katsuki only makes it worse.

"I know, right?" He says, looking incredibly smug.

"Kacchan!"

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Midoriya Izuku," the omega mumbles, still flustered.

"And what are you looking for, Midoriya?"

For a moment, the omega thinks the woman is asking a completely different thing, but that's ridiculous, she's obviously talking about clothes.

"Actually, I saw a few people outside wearing long skirts with side slits, can I have a couple of those?" He whispers shyly. Izuku knows he's not in a position to ask for things because he's basically an intruder, but he has always liked pretty clothes. "Is that okay, Kacchan?"

The barbarian King seems lost in his own thoughts for a moment, then he blinks and nods, turning slightly pink.

"Of course, Izuku. You can have whatever the fuck you want."

"Thank you!"

For some reason, the woman chuckles, watching the two of them with amusement.

***

Katsuki's house is clearly bigger than the others, but it's still just a house, and Izuku is very glad about that; he's not sure he can deal with a full castle at the moment, his excited energy ran out a few hours ago when he started gushing about the dragon.

"It's just me here. So you can choose whatever room you like except the one at the end of the hallway, that's mine."

"Where do your parents live?"

"They... don't anymore."

"I'm so sorry, Kacchan." Following his instincts, Izuku decides that it's okay to hug his childhood friend, even though they haven't seen each for years.

"It's alright, nerd," the alpha sighs, nuzzling against Izuku's cheek. "It was a while ago."

"My mom died years ago too," he whispers, feeling the strong hands around his waist pulling him closer.

"I'm sorry." It looks like the barbarian wants to say something else, but Izuku notices the cut on his arm again.

"Let me help you with that! Do you have a cloth or something like that?"

After a few minutes, they're sitting at the table next to the fireplace; Izuku has a bucket of warm water at his feet and he leans to pull the wet cloth out before calmly cleaning Katsuki's wound.

"It's just a scratch," the alpha assures him, but he doesn't move away.

He's right, it's just a superficial wound, nothing to worry about.

"Thank you for saving me, Kacchan," the omega smiles, genuinely grateful. His life would have been miserable with Chisaki.

For a moment, it looks like the alpha is going to make a dismissive gesture, but he stops before leaning closer until their foreheads are touching.

"You're under my protection now, Izuku. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"You're very kind, Kacchan!"

"I'm not kind!"

Izuku chuckles at his reaction because he knows deep down Katsuki liked being called kind, judging by the way his scent changes into something more sweet.

Katsuki makes him something to eat; it's cooked meat with bread and cheese.

"Here, nerd, taste this."

For a moment, Izuku wants to tell him that there's no need to feed him, he doesn't feel that weak anymore. But Katsuki's cheek are pink and his red eyes are glimmering with focus and joy, like it's something important to him.

Maybe it's a barbarian custom to feed a guest or something like that. Izuku makes a mental note to ask Katsuki a book on barbarian traditions later.

He takes a bite from the cheese and bread Katsuki is offering him, and watches as the King's face turns even more pink.

But he's grinning now.

"It's really good! Thank you, Kacchan!"

After that bite, he lets Izuku eat on his own; when he prepares his own dish too, the omega wonders if he should do the same.

When he notices that the alpha is not eating anything, Izuku thinks that maybe he's waiting for him to do something.

"Listen, Izuku... I saw my parents do this for so long that I just did it without–"

"It's alright, Kacchan!" If it's one of his customs, Izuku will gladly do it. He'll probably be living among barbarians for the rest of his life, so it's the least he can do.

He cuts a piece of meat and offers it to Katsuki, who blushes even more, but he takes a bite anyway, looking very pleased.

After that, they eat next to each other in silence. For a moment, Izuku feels at peace.

He can get used to this.

***

Katsuki heats a couple of buckets of water so Izuku can take a bath in the washroom downstairs. The alpha must have such a good heart to do all those things for someone who hasn't seen in years.

They're basically strangers to each other now.

When he's done and he's wearing his new skirt and top, he rushes to where the King is to show him.

"Thank you! They look really cute!"

Katsuki blinks a couple of times before turning completely red again. He's been blushing a lot, maybe he's getting sick.

"Izuku, can I scent you?"

Even the omega thinks that's a good idea; sometimes, it helps bring people closer together. Maybe that way he can be friends with Katsuki again.

"Of course, Kacchan!"

The alpha takes a deep breath before moving closer to the omega; he puts his arms around him before leaning forward. He has to bend down a bit because he's way taller than Izuku.

As a nose rubs against his neck, Izuku smells the delicious scent of burnt caramel, filling his nostrils.

Katsuki moves away a bit, looking quite pleased before exposing his neck too. He even pushes a couple of necklaces out of the way to make it easier for the omega.

Izuku sighs happily, nuzzling against the alpha's neck. Katsuki lets out a very pleased alpha purr.

"You should go sleep for a while now. I know the last days haven't been easy for you."

"You're right, Kacchan. I think I should rest..."

He falls asleep right in the alpha's arms, still standing, but when he wakes up, he's on a bed on his own.

He cries a bit after everything that happened to him comes back like a long, very exhausting memory.

Even though he knows he's lucky to have found Katsuki again, he still misses All Might.

He'd like to see him at least one more time.

***

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sunnysidestories · 2 years ago

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Introductions Pt 2

Pt 1

Pt 3

Summary: Reader is a vigilante on young justice who goes to the same school as Walls. Only Wally doesn't know the readers identity, but she knows his. SLOW BURN

Wally West x Fem!Reader

"Hi, I'm Wally West. It's nice to meet you."

As his voice rang in my ears, and he seemed to look back at his book, my heart would begin to race. I sat there for a moment too long, so I quickly would pick up my own voice, even if it cracked. "I'm y/n l/n. It's nice to meet you too." He doesn't know. He can't know.

Wally would once again look back up from the textbook, his eyes seeming to scan along my face. "You're not new. I know you." shit. "Well, I just changed classes, not schools. I've been at Keystone my whole life. I'm just not the most popular person."

"Oh cool, I hope you like the advanced course. If you ever need any help I'll gladly give you my number. Science is one of the only things I seem to be good at." he genuinely doesn't know? I'm glad, at least this is my chance. Let's find out who Kid Flash is under all the spandex.

He's a nerd. He's a total nerd.

Often, before class, I would find myself in a conversation about the latest scientific fact, most of them being obscure. He seemed to always speak with his hands, a grin never leaving his face. I found out his uncle is a forensic chemist, which helps explain his passion for all things scientific. Even if he didn't outwardly say it, I could tell he meant a lot to him. But when the class would eventually begin, Wally would totally shut off the conversation, rarely continuing it over a note. He took the class very seriously.

He's not exactly how I would have expected him to be. Compared to how he is as Kid Flash, he's much more sporadic. He seems to always lead a conversation, which I don't always mind, but when he asked me about what I liked one time, he didn't interrupt. He let me rant for a while before I realized what I was doing, though he only encouraged me to go on with a smile.

...

"So that's why I've got to go to Central City for the week." Wally lied about some other excuse for a mission. It felt wrong knowing he's really going to fight crime. I have no room to talk, really. I'll be busy at Keystone myself. I wonder how much of it is actually a lie and how much is really fact.

"It's fine, I understand it's not your fault, but i'll miss you." Wally seemed to avoid eye contact almost if my comment had made him uncomfortable. I was telling the truth though, I would miss him. Even more than I would like to admit. I didn't pressure him about it further as the class went on.

But when it was time for us to take notes from the textbook, and the whole class was sent on their own, Wally would slide me a folded piece of notebook paper. He didn't even look at me, so if any outside eyes had seen the exchange, it would look as if he was returning something of mine. I would quietly open the slip to be greeted by Wally's hastily written writing.

Hey, text me the work I'll miss next week

My eyes scanned the page only to land on his number at the bottom. He could just get it from the teacher, but the fact he trusted me enough with his perfect grade was flattering. Wally's handwriting is another one of those things I didn't think would differ from note to note. Ones he had the time to write at home are always much neater, though his handwriting is much bigger than normal standards would accept, I don't mind. The notes he writes me at school are always messy, almost like he's trying to write faster than he can but doesn't want to use his speed, so in the end, it's just much slopper. If one didn't know Wally, they could rightfully assume the contrast between his writing could be the work of two different people.

Sure, but is it just for the notes right?

I would put in my own words under his before slipping it back to him. He would immediately slide it back into my hands. I didn't even think he wrote anything until I opened it again. This time, his handwriting was perfectly placed, almost as if it was typed.

Yes.

I tuck the paper in my jacket pocket, I'll put it in my drawer with the rest when I get home. I feel bad about throwing them away, so they sit in my bedside table, its not like anyone would ever go into my room and find them anyway. Sometimes, I like to read over them before I go on patrol. It reminds me of our conversation at the warehouse. One where I'm not as alone as I think I am.

Yet the nervous tapping of Wally's pencil brings me back to the class. He taps it ten times before flipping the pencil back over, continuing to write. No matter what, he seemed to always tap it ten times. In a way, it felt like he knew I zoned off. It was him bringing me back to everything. Even if it wasn't intentional. Wally fidgets a lot when he tries to focus or distract himself, the repetitive movements being a form of comfort.

...

It's Tuesday now, and I'm perched on top of a building in full gear. My phone sits in my hand with Wally's contact staring back at me. I need to text him the work from yesterday. I haven't even said hello yet. Hello is too formal, we are friends, a hey would fit better.

These past two days have been abnormally quiet. His empty seat in class is only a reminder of why he's really gone. I hope he's okay.

FLEETFEET

Hey, it's y/n. Here's the work from yesterday and today. Hope everything is okay in CC

2 attachments sent 11:20 pm

I would sit there for a bit, looking at the screen. Maybe he's already on some sort of mission. Why is texting so stressful? As soon as I started to shut off my phone, it would light back up with his reply.

FLEETFEET

2 attachments seen 11:27 pm

Hey y/n! Central City has

been pretty cool, my Uncle Barry

showed me around his work at Star Labs today. That place is surprisingly

really huge. Thanks for sending

the work.

Seen 11:27 pm

Sooooo wyd?

Seen 11:28 pm

Its almost midnight, he should really go to sleep. I should really start patrol. This really isn't a good idea.

Nothing much hbu? just watching

traffic go by. I swear I've seen three

crashes in the span of two

hours ppl r wild.

Seen 11:31 pm

Dude you should see it here.

Traffic is actually so slow it

makes me want

to scream. We sat at a

red light for 4 whole mins.

Seen 11:31 pm

Oh. My. God. 4 whole mins?!1!

How can they do that to you!

Don't they know who you are!!!

Seen 11:33 pm

The hottest guy alive thats who.

Seen 11:34

I couldn't help but laugh at his statement. Typing back a quick 'pls lol' before turning off my phone. It was getting too late I needed to start. I wish he was here, sometimes I could get a glance of the yellow and red highlight speeding by back home, on this road, about this time. He never worked late at night. That was more left up for the other heros, ones like me. I look to the streets, the dim lights from the lamps only shone back with a faint glow. No streak of color to be seen, but a part of me hoped it would still apear.

My night was full of stopping petty crimes, luckily I didn't have to go against any metahumans, but still like any other night everything would start to hurt after a certain threshold. Inbeetween threats I would find myself checking to see if Wally had kept our conversation going.

He did.

Until 4 am.

He was asking me mostly about myself, which was weird in a way. But in another, it made sense. The questions were more deep then anything since he already had asked the basic getting to know each other questions months ago. In the end, though, he stopped the conversation telling me to head to sleep, as I had school in the morning. Which was true. Even after patrol, I was still texting him from the comfort of my home, but I would eventually listen, heading to get some rest.

The week would continue the same as the night before. I was sending Wally the work and him dragging on our conversation throughout the night, but never long enough for the sun to rise the next day. On Saturday was when one of his messages caught me by surprise.

FLEETFEET

Are you free to call?

Seen 1:12 am

Before I could even protest how that could be a bad idea or how that might reveal who I was, his contact was flashing onto my screen along with his picture. I place the phone to my ear and answer it. I hoped the interstate couldn't be audible up from here.

"I told you shes not going to- hey! Hey..."

Wally's voice picks up on the other line, he seems to be in some sort of living room, as the hum of a television can be heard in the background as well as someone else having a conversation.

"Hey Walls? What's up?" My voice sounded strained from not speaking for hours, I hoped Wally couldn't tell. "Oh, um, I was just wondering about some of the work you sent me. Like you took the photos of the work perfectly okay, but in the background, I saw something." At the word something, his voice would slightly jump.

Did I leave my equipment in a photo? was my reflection shown? Was it something he wasn't supposed to see?

"Yeah It's-It's going to sound really stupid. What... what were those papers spread out on your bed?" Oh. Ohhhhh no. The notes, I left out his notes on my bed. I must have got some of them into the frame. I quickly opened out a chat to the last photo. There they were. Luckily, they were not in focus, so he couldn't really tell what they said, but still. There they were.

His voice would start up again after my second of silence. "Are they really swamping you with that much work?" "Yeah, yeah. My other class, a big final its uh its is coming up, so I was studying the notes." I let out a sigh of relief. "But that's not your handwriting? It actually kind of looks like-"

"Wally, I have to go. I'll see you Monday at school."

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

That was terrible. He would never let me live that down if I told him I was keeping such things. That even more was embarrassing, I have to explain why I had to go. And I have until Monday for these excuses. Which is technically tomorrow. Fun.

...

I was saved. I got called into a mission before school at Mt. Justice. Even though Wally would be there, y/n technically wouldn't. When I arrived, he was already in costume talking to Megan about something. He still did the thing with his hands while he spoke. Making his statements larger than life and thoroughly exaggerated. "I just don't know what to do. I trust her more than anything, I wish she would just tell me. It's not like im going to judge her. She knows that. I mean, you heard the conversation. "

His back was turned to me, so I couldn't see his face while he went on. Although I knew what he was talking about. "Hey Megan. Hey Wally." I waved at the two while I walked past them to the kitchen. "H/n! You're a girl. I need advice. What do I do when my friend is keeping stuff from me." I would stop and slowly turn around to his pleading gaze. "Walls, aren't you keeping stuff from her? You have to trust her in that sort of regard. Give her time to open up."

"Thats...Fair." Wally would drop himself back to normal as my words got through to him. "Besides, it took me a while to realize I trusted you." Both in and out of costume. I do. I trust him more than anything. More than anyone.

So I should have told him. He said he wasn't going to judge me, and I know he wouldn't have. I let my emotions get the better of me at the moment, If he asks again, I'll tell him the truth. No matter what.

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The mission went by with a breeze, the biggest threat being now as Robin sent Wally falling towards me at full speed. I ended up catching the both of us before he could send us tumbling over a building. I held us there for a while, my arms wrapped around him in a hug. He just looked at me. His heightened breathing trailed my neck as he grasped onto my arms. He didn't admit it, but he was scared, I was too. Fifteen stories were a lot to fall from.

The other heroes, as well as criminals, paid us no attention, too occupied in their own fights, as I held Wally at the edge of the roof. One of my feet hanging halfway off. I was closer to falling than he was. My back was to the city.

"Hey, h/n." Was all he said as his face began to knowticablely regain too much color. "Hey West." Wally would move his head to rest in the crook of my neck as he tried to calm his rapid breathing. He told me late at night over text one time he was scared of heights.

As I started to try to move us back away from the edge, Wally would only plant himself in my hold even more. I needed to help him snap back into the situation. Before he messed up and tipped us over.

"Wally. You've never asked me who I am before." Trust. He needs to trust me. "Be...Bec..Cause! You're not comfortable... ye-yet." Inbeetween words, he would let out large audible gasping. "You won't judge me, right?" He shook his head side to side, keeping his eyes remained shut. I would let out a sigh of my own.

"I trust you. Kid Flash, I need you to trust me. Not only as h/n but as y/n. y/n l/n. The one who's going to get you off this roof. Back to the ground floor."

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Finished it, as promised! Porn with some plot, a lotta teasing, some of which in a public place, overstimulation, pet play if you squint, 5.3k words. I haven’t read over it thoroughly to check for spelling errors and tbh i prolly wont (edit: i did.) This was my first time really writing smut so i hope it turned out well. Have fun, hope y’all enjoy <3

P.S. Skip to the second text splitter thingy if you just wanna get to the smut faster :)

They had just dropped off the last kid- Dustin. Now it was just Eddie and Steve in the front two seats of Steve’s BMW. “So, you want me to drop you off at the trailer park?” Steve asked as he turned to face Eddie.

"Uh- Actually my shift starts soon. Could you drop me off at work?" The question made Eddie nervous. He preferred not to tell anyone where he worked due to the oddity of it. The taboo-ness.

It's not like it's a normal job that is easily accepted, especially not in Hawkins in year 1986.

It's actually the reason it's an establishment you can only get into with a code or invitation from a friend. It's a supportive community but to be supportive they have to take certain precautions.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot you took that night job. What was it again?" Steve looked at Eddie so sweetly. Wide eyed and innocent. Eddie wondered how much that would change soon.

Maybe he could just be discreet about it? Tell Steve a half truth. "Oh uh, just this bar. It's pretty new and small and you need an invitation to get in typically. Chrissy's cousin's friend's something's something owns it so she gave them a good recommendation about me. Its called Stonewall."

Stonewall is a gay bar that hosts quite a few people in the kink and bdsm community. Eddie assumes that its not really Steve's scene. Eddie wonders if Steve even knows what kink is. 'King Steve' is quite known for being a good pleaser in bed, but that's usually with Hawkins innocent cheer team or sweet book nerds like Nancy Wheeler. He's gotten close with Steve so he wants to be honest about his own identity, but he's worried how it would go.

"Ah, I like bars. You'll have to show me around when we get there. Just give me the directions as we go, that cool?" Steve smiled at Eddie as he started backing out of Dustin’s driveway without an answer and Eddie's stomach just. Dropped.

"Hah yeah sure sounds great!" Eddie muttered out with an uneasy smile.

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"Hey Steve," Eddie started as they got out of Steve's car. "once we get in there just wait by the door while I change into my work clothes alright. Then I'll show you the bar and everything. Just a warning, people here are very uh... flirty, and touchy. You may have to pretty assertive if you don't want that kinda attention."

Steve smirked at that. "Ya'know how my charm is, I cant turn it off even if I wanted to." And god the way he was looking at Eddie, he did know, he knew too well. He wished he would’ve just shut up and had Steve drive him back to the trailer park so Eddie could've driven himself to work, even if that meant being late to his shift.

Eddie rolled his eyes and started walking to the entrance. "Yeah, sure Stevie." He knocked on the door. The building had no giant signs stating the name of the establishment, or anything indicating that it was anything at all.

There was a slider on the door for a girl on the inside to peak through. She took a moment to take them in. "Heya Eds, who you got there?"

"Hey Micky, this is my friend Steve."

"Ah Steve!" She looked over to him standing kind of awkwardly next to Eddie, then back at Eddie. “Can he uh.. be trusted?"

Eddie shifted his feet and looked nervously at her. He glanced at Steve who looked curiously at Eddie. Seemingly clueless. "’M not sure yet, Mick. But if there is any trouble I'll deal with it." Micky hummed suspiciously, glanced at Steve again, then unlocked the door.

Steve and Eddie stepped in, Steve even more confused than before at the interaction. Everything seemed so secretive and mysterious. What was happening in this building? Money laundering? Mafia meetings? Is that a thing? Was there a mafia in Indiana? It sounds ridiculous but there were Russians under Starcourt, a mall, so who knew?

"He seems harmless, but I swear to god Eddie, don't blow this. You're a good dude and I like ya as a coworker alright? Don't get fired." Micky made her statement, then walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people.

As Steve looked around he noticed the bar had a similar setting to that of a club. Rowdy music, flashing lights, the crowd looked as if it consisted of a lot of grinding and kissing. Before Steve could look too close, Eddie stepped in front of him and forced eye contact.

"I'm gonna go change. If you see anything uh... weird. Don't act rashly alright? I'll explain whatever you wanna know once im behind the bar." Eddie seemed jittery and nervous.

Steve cocked his head to the side - which should not have been as cute as it was - clearly confused, but he shrugged it off. "Alright Eds, just be quick, don't wanna be late for your shift." Steve smirked at Eddie which made him grow hot. He started to flush as he turned away and started for the bathroom.

As Steve started to look around more he noticed the place was a bit run down, as if it was previously abandoned. But it seemed fairly kept. The bar seems nice enough for a small business and there was a decent crowd.

Before Steve could analyze more he noticed someone approaching. A big guy, maybe a little taller than Steve, tatted kinda like Eddie but... much more. He looked Steve up and down.

"Hey." He said simply.

"Hey." Steve returned.

"Are ya with him?" The guy asked gesturing toward the bathroom Eddie just went into.

"Yeah! Thats my bud, Eddie, he's just gonna show me around his work place a bit." Steve smiled up at him, slightly uneasy from the unfamiliar territory and knew faces and being approached randomly.

"Ah, gotcha. Well, I'm Ben. Er whats your name?" Ben asked then leaned forward a bit to hear Steve better. Something is Steve's stomach flipped.

"Uh, Steve!" Steve called, just noticing the loud noise Ben was clearly trying to hear him over.

"Nice to meet ya. Say, Steve, are you a friend of Dorothy's?"

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "uh, who-?"

"Hey Ben." Eddie was walking up to them. He wore black jeans similar to his usual pairs, except this pair had several holes and rips, showing much more leg than Eddie typically did. His shirt - Steve's mind about froze - for a top Eddie wore nothing but a black mesh crop top. It showed off a pair of nipple piercings Steve never knew Eddie had. Steve huffed at the sight without even noticing.

"Hey Eddie, hows it going man." He went to dap Eddie up.

Eddie returned the dap which evolved into a hug. "Pretty good pretty good, about to start my shift"

"Cool cool." Ben nodded then paused, "hey uh, Steve doesn't know Dorothy."

Eddie nervously chuckled, "yeahhh man, I'm working on that don't worry."

Ben hummed, nodded, regarded Steve and Eddie before walking away into the crowd.

Steve turned to Eddie with an odd look on his face. "Okay, two things. One, respectfully, you look hot as hell man. I can see why you'd wanna be a bartender, im sure you get tipped heavily." Eddie flushed not expecting the compliment. He avoided Steve's eye contact shyly for a moment. He had his hair up which prevented him from hiding behind a curl or two. "Two, I feel as though theres something really secretive about this place that im just bot catching onto and no one will tell me. What's goin on Eds?"

Eddie sheepishly looked at Steve through his eyelashes then sighed. "Come, sit at the bar. Let me clock in and I'll fill you in."

Once they had settled, Steve sat at the bar stool and Eddie took over for the person previously manning the bar. Eddie went to lean on the countertop in front of Steve.

"Steve... I you're a good friend and we've been growing very close recently. I enjoy that- a lot. So I want to be honest with you." Eddie paused for any sort of reaction out of Steve, but Steve just looked intently at Eddie with care in his eyes. It was driving Eddie insane. "This is a gay bar, Steve. A lot of people here are looking for an accepting community for being queer and into the kink and bdsm type scenes. I am... also gay"

Eddie had been intently avoiding Steve's gaze by looking at the surface of the bar. Then he heard Steve chuckle and his eyes snapped up to make eye contact once again. Steve, as usual, was smiling at Eddie. His eyes seemed to sing acceptance, but there was still a knot in Eddie's gut that said he was wrong. That said he compromised a safe space. That said he was going to lose one of his closest friends. That said he was going to be beaten half to death soon by ‘King Steve.’

"Eds..." Steve started, making a point to hold eye contact. "I know." Eddie probably looked horrified and so utterly confused. He tried to mutter out something but he just stumbled on his words. He didn't struggle long because Steve start talking again. "I mean," he leaned back and rubbed his hand on his neck, "I obviously didn't know about this place, that explanation makes a lotta sense. However, you." Steve leaned forward again, just forward enough to be intruding on Eddies personal bubble. "I knew. Of course I knew Eddie. Do you think I don't know hanky code?"

Eddie scoffed at that, struggling to process all thats being said to him. "You don't know Dorothy."

Steve's smile softened. He rested his elbow on the bar and used his fingers to lightly brush a stray strand fallen from Eddie's bun behind his ear. Eddie tensed, wanting to fall into the touch, but still hesitant. As Steve made the move, he spoke. "I... lied." He looked shyly at Eddie, then chuckled at Eddie's confusion and put his hand down again. "I got the feeling this was a safe space with all the secrecy, but I wasn't sure and wasn't about to risk it. Ben seems nice though."

Eddie looked long and hard at Steve. He seemed to be internally fighting with himself. "How long did you know?"

"Well since I first met you I had a little inkling because of your hanky- which I was looking at as an excuse to look at your ass fyi. But I also asked Robin and she said she thought so just due to your behavior. Gaydar or something, I guess. But if she ever found out for sure she didn't tell me due to respect of your privacy."

"Steve Harrington," Eddie gasped out. Steve cocked his head to the side (still adorable). "You were ogling my ass" Eddie acted offended and playfully smirked at Steve.

"Oh Eddie," Steve said slyly, looking somewhere far below Eddies eyes. Steve licked his lips and returned his gaze to Eddies through his own eyelashes. "I've been ogling so much more than your ass."

Eddie froze in place. His smile faltered for a moment and Steve caught it. Steve caught how a flushed pink crawled onto Eddie's skin in the dimmed lights of the bar. Then just at that moment- "Hey! Barkeep, stop googly eyein your boy you brought in huh? Ya gotta customer. Do your job" Micky shouted at Eddie.

Eddie cleared his throat and clumsily stumbled to the girl waiting to have her order taken. He felt Steve's eyes on him heavily as he took the orders. Even more so when he was making the drinks, using the silver cups to mix the fancy alcoholic drinks that they probably charged a little too much for. Once he poured the drink for the last person in line, Eddie looked over to Steve. "What do you fancy, Steve?" Steve started to smile but Eddie cut in, "I swear to god if you say something cheesy like 'you' im gonna lose it."

Steve's smile fell into a look of mild surprise. Then he chuckled, "Do you just have a beer?"

"Sure, babe." Eddie said out of habit. He always said that to customers. When Steve lifted an eyebrow Eddie tried to ignore it. He grabbed Steve their most popular beer and slid it over. "On me."

"Thanks 'babe." Steve grinned.

"Oh shut up." Eddie groaned at the tease.

Steve popped the tab on the can. "Oh what, you don't like it?"

Eddie ignored the question, "So, what's your story, Steve? Are you gay or are you just messing with me now?"

Steve seemed... shocked, even concerned by the question. “Oh uhm. Man,” Steve laughed awkwardly, “I thought you realized by now.” Eddie looked confused. “I’ve been flirting with you this whole time Eds, not just tonight, but for a while.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What, why?”

Steve continued to look at him awkwardly. “Because I like you..? You’re hot and I wanna flirt with you because the way you react is really funny and cute. I mean, you’re so easy to fluster but you don’t realize other people even know you’re flustered. You think you’re being discreet but you’re really not.”

Eddie flushed at that, just proving Steve’s point. “So what, I've just been too shallow to notice you’re gay and into me?”

“Bisexual, actually. And yeah I guess. Rob has even tried to drop you hints, but you never act on anything so we assumed you either weren’t into it or you just weren’t picking up on it.”

Eddie huffed, “definitely the latter.”

“Oh, so you’re into it?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s. “Uh, I wouldn’t say im not..”

“So you’re indifferent?” Steve pestered.

“I'm into it, okay? I'm into you, Steve, I have been. I'm just really surprised that for once in my life I’m getting just- handed what I want. This isn’t typical and I’m just waiting to wake up.” Eddie rushed the words out as if they could bite him if he didn’t.

Steve placed a hand on Eddie’s. “You won't, I'm not a dream. And I hope its obvious but, I’m into you too. In fact this whole conversation has been driving me crazy because I’m so into you. I wanna slam you onto this bar and fuck you senseless but noooo,” he dragged out the ‘o’ dramaticaly, “you’re working… technically, and we have to be talking about feelings and being surprised that we’re both gay or something.” Steve looked at Eddie pointedly.

Eddie’s breath hitched at the confession. At the idea of Steve fucking him here, now, right over this counter where everyone can see. It drove him kinda crazy.

“And these,” Steve reached over the counter to grab Eddie’s waist and pull him closer. Once he had done so, he let his hand slowly drift up to Eddie’s chest. When Eddie looked at Steve, all he saw was Steve looking back at him, biting his lip. Something clearly eager on his face. Then Eddie jolted as he felt his nipple piercing being toyed with. “This fucking piercing Eddie, god, and this slutty fucking shirt. Really, how much do you usually make in tips? How much do you get laid? Every night you work?” Steve flicked the piercing again at the end of his sentence before putting his hands back to himself.

Eddie felt so hyper aware of the fact that they are in his place of work. Many people around them that could be watching. Most of which would probably understand what is happening a little too well- being in the bdsm and kink community. He still felt hot where Steve had touched him. Eddie took a deep breath, and once he felt somewhat calm again he said, “I haven’t worked many shifts yet,” He cleared his throat and regained his posture, “but I like to think most of the guys in this building wanna fuck me bad and hard.”

Steve’s eyes widened but he smirked. It made him seem a little manic. “Oh is that so? Are there any you’d let fuck you, ‘bad and hard’?”

A customer walked up to the bar. There hadn't been many of them. Maybe most people felt the tension between Steve and Eddie and decided to steer clear.

“Maybe one.” Eddie winked at Steve in the same moment he flicked his own piercing, then spared no moment to help the customer. Steve scoffed in disbelief. This boy was gonna be the death of him. He couldn’t wait.

Once Eddie finished up with the customer, Steve was getting ready to leave. Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. “When does your shift end? I’ll be back then to pick you up since you don’t have a ride.”

“Uh- seven.” Eddie stumbled, confused.

“Great, I’ll be back then. And in the meantime, how bout you think about all the surfaces in this place I could bend you over. Then let me know if you’d actually wanna act it out at my place once you get off work. Bye.” And before Eddie could even respond or process half of what was said Steve grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eddie melted into it faster than he would have liked to admit. Steve swiped at Eddie’s lips with his tongue and then just as fast as the kiss started, it ended. Then Steve was leaving. Was this how he always got his girls back in highschool? Get them riled up then leave then wanting more? Hell of a way… it was working.

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Eddie was jittery for the rest of his shift. He wanted to do what Steve said and just fantasize about what that man could do to him all night. However, Eddie had work. He didn’t think popping… another, boner would help anything. So he focused on cleaning and serving as many people as he could until Steve came back for him.

When Steve did come back, he had changed his outfit. He was previously wearing one of his cozy mom sweaters and jeans, now he’s still sporting the jeans, but now he had his hair more puffy and well done. He's wearing a white shirt and a brown jacket over it, and some cool guy shades.

Eddie got into the car and choked out a muttered “you look nice.”

Steve smiled at him, “you too.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Oh please, I just worked a seven hour shift, you don't need to lie to me.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “I'm not.” He then started the car. “What did you decide, my house or yours?”

“Please, your house. Of course.” Eddie rushed out, but then tried to not seem that desperate.

“Oh?” Steve asked simply as he started the drive.

Eddie hummed agreeably.

“No elaboration?” Steve asked playfully.

“Steve, we’ve established I want you. I want to be in your house while you’re in me. Get that?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to hum agreeably. “Did you think about what I told you to?”

“No, Steve, I didn't think getting hard at work again was a good idea.”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Again?” He glanced over at Eddie who looked away shyly. “Aw, poor thing, did I get you riled up?” Steve patted his hand on Eddie’s thigh as if he was trying to soothe him, then just rested it there.

His hand wasn't near Eddie’s knee, but it wasn't on his crotch either. The position along with the comment was enough to make Eddie hot. He tried to close his eyes and control his breathing to calm down. Once Steve noticed what he was doing he moved his hand ever so slightly higher, barely brushing his pinky against Eddie’s dick.

This drew an involuntary whine out of Eddie, it was soft and quiet but Eddie knew it was loud enough for Steve to hear. He saw Steve smirk right before he noticed them pulling up to Steve’s house. Eddie felt nervous, the past 8 hours have already had so many twists he wasn't expecting. Now, when they walk through Steve’s door, what's going to happen could change their friendship forever.

Eddie decided he wanted to take hold of that change. The moment they got through the door Eddie pushed Steve into the closest wall he could and got his mouth on Steve’s the moment he was able.

The kiss was heated immediately. Steve shoved his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and basically shoving it down his throat. Eddie held onto Steve’s waist under his shirt, feeling and taking in his skin. The prickle of Steve’s hair of his happy trail, scars he has from demonic fights of the upside down and some which were probably from highschool fights and sports.

Steve put his hands in Eddie’s hair and began pulling and teasing it at the same time that he pulled on Eddie’s lip with his teeth. Eddie whined at the bite. His hair eventually fell from the bun he had it up in. His hips involuntarily bucked up when Steve latched onto his throat, teeth grazing his skin before biting down lightly, but still hard enough for Eddie to feel a sting.

Steve lifted his mouth off of Eddie completely to look Eddie in the eyes. Steve pulled Eddie’s hair back as he pushed his thigh in between Eddie’s legs. He moved his arms onto the sides of Eddie’s ribs, just above his waist.

Eddie groaned and dropped his head onto Steve’s shoulder. He braced himself by moving his own hands to the sides of Steve’s arms.

“Little bit of touching and you just go pliant, huh?” Steve teased breathlessly to which Eddie huffed at. Steve flipped them so that Eddie was against the wall and Steve was still pressing against Eddie’s sensitive hardon. Steve grabbed onto Eddie’s waist and moved Eddie to grind on his thigh. Eddie threw his head back into the wall with a loud thud and bit his lip. Steve watched, chuckling at the submission and openness. Steve continued to guide Eddie’s hips, “Aw Eds, you can do better than this.” He enunciated the last word by replacing his thigh with his hand, cupping Eddie’s dick and pressing into it.

“Mmmfgh, Steve, shut up.” Eddie pushed Steve off of him. Steve seemed confused for a moment, as if he’d messed up somehow, until Eddie dropped to his knees and fiddled with Steve’s pants. He tried to get the button undone but damn, Steve wore tight pants, and the button was so big for the hole it was supposed to fit in.

Steve smiled at Eddie’s struggle before he pulled Eddie’s head back by his hair with his left hand and swatted Eddie’s away with his right. He then undid the button expertly with the one hand, and let go of Eddie’s hair so he could continue his work.

As quick as he could get his hands on Steve, Eddie pulled down Steve’s pants just as much as he needed then did the same with his boxers. “Shit.” Eddie muttered out once he pulled out Steve’s dick.

Steve smirked, “they don’t call me King Steve for nothing, Eddie.”

It was a solid eight to nine inches. Thick and heavy. Prettiest dick Eddie has ever laid eyes on. It was beading with precum at the tip. Eddie felt his own cock twitch at the sight. He licked his lips and his mouth watered. His head spun.

Steve tried to bite down a chuckle, but once Eddie licked at the tip and put his lips around it, the chuckle came out at an odd noise like “ha!-aughmmm, hmm” humming at the end of it. Eddie dragged his fingernails over the fabric on Steve’s thigh. Eddie looked up and made eye contact with Steve, giving him his best ‘fuck me’ eyes. Steve’s jaw dropped open and his breath got heavier.

Once Eddie realized his effect on Steve, that he had him right where he wanted him, he went down on Steve’s dick as far as he could. He felt it hit the back of his throat and there was still about two inches of Steve’s shaft he couldn’t fit in. He put his hands around what he couldn’t fit and swallowed around him, tightening his throat. Steve braced his hand over Eddie's head, against the wall.

“Eddie, holy shit man.” Eddie responded by humming. Steve’s other hand immediately flew back to Eddie’s hair and pulled him off his cock. Eddie looked at Steve, confused with puffy lips. “Be a good boy for me and go slow, yeah?” Steve guided Eddie’s head back to his tip.

Eddie made a show of sticking out his tongue in the sluttiest way he could. He then gently put it to Steve’s tip. Steve said go slow, so he’d go slow. He licked up the slit ungodly slow, then started to circle around the whole tip at the same pace, all while holding eye contact.

Steve breathed out a sigh. “Fuckin brat, get up.” He pulled on Eddie’s hair till he stood up, then dragged him by the hair to his room. Eddie shouldn’t be turned on by it, it was almost disrespectful. They hadn’t talked anything through and god- Eddie didn’t think Steve would be into anything non-vanilla but he is clearly into some sort of kink. Already, mild degradation and pet play are shown. Eddie was here for it.

When they got to the entrance of Steve’s room Steve stopped them and let go of Eddie’s hair. “Before we continue, you doing okay? If you want me to stop or change anything at any point just say the word.”

Checking in, consent. Maybe Eddie didn’t give Steve enough credit. More than Eddie gave him before slamming him into the wall but… seems like Steve was into it so- “uh yeah, everything’s great Steve. Still hard as a rock though.” Eddie smirked playfully.

Steve smirked back at him and licked his lips. He looked Eddie up and down. “First, how much do you like that shirt?”

Eddie swears his eyes dilated at that. “Do whatever the fuck you want to it, Steve.”

“Awsome, now get on the bed. I want those slutty ass jeans off and your ass up.” Without an answer, Steve walked into his room and looked in his night stand for something. Eddie immediately stumbled to take his pants off along with his boxers and dove onto the bed. He arched his back as pretty as he could and rested his head on a pillow. The pillow smelt like Steve and his hair products.

Steve started walking to the foot of his bed, dragging his fingers along Eddie’s spine. Once he reached the foot of the bed he crawled onto it. He swiped his fingers over Eddie’s ass, leaving behind a glob of lube. He then, without much warning, dipped a finger in. Eddie’s body jumped and shook at the sensation.

Once Steve could fit a second finger in he took them out, lined up his cock, and held onto Eddie’s waist. “You like pain at all baby? Or do you think you need more prep?”

Eddie groaned, “mm-mmn” and pushed his ass back onto Steve’s dick. But before Eddie could get anything, Steve pulled his dick away.

“Uh-uh. Use your words, Eddie.”

Eddie whined, “Steve c’mon.”

“Alright.” Steve started to get off of the bed before Eddie nearly shouted.

“No! No, alright? Okay, Steve, please- please put it in? I need it so bad, need you. Been wanting this for so fucking long, don’t make me wait longer.” Eddie’s curls cascaded over the pillow as his almost muffled voice came out tentatively but stern.

Without saying anything else Steve pressed his head against Eddie’s ass once again, then slowly slipped it in. Eddie’s hole stretched around it, he moaned through the pain. A sadist and a masochist. Perfect pairing. Eddie started moving with Steve’s thrusts, fucking himself on his cock.

Steve reached up and grabbed the back of Eddie’s shirt by the collar, pulling until Eddie got the memo. Eddie pushed off his hands and got on his knees. Steve reached around, under Eddie’s arms, and grabbed the front part of Eddie’s collar of his shirt. Steve bit into the junction of Eddie’s shoulder and neck right as he pulled down on the collar.

The shirt ripped easily enough, and Eddie’s chest was exposed. Steve’s hands immediately went to Eddie's nipples and those godforsaken piercings. He toyed and twisted them and bit harder into Eddie, who moaned at all the different sensations.

Then they were all gone, Steve unlatched and pulled out. “Huh-“ Eddie panted.

”On your back.” Steve commanded.

Eddie flipped onto his back, with his legs on either side of Steve. Steve’s right hand went to stroke Eddie’s dick at the same time that he latched his mouth onto Eddie’s nipple, finally feeling the bar of metal in his mouth. Then he paused.

“What-“ Steve leaned back to look at Eddie. “You really like putting metal through your sensitive parts, don’t ya baby?”

“Mhmm” Eddie whined and bucked his hips up into Steve’s hand, which Steve just chuckled at. He latched his tongue back onto Eddie’s nipple and started stroking him faster than before. “Augh, Steve, pl-please.” Eddie put his hand in Steve’s hair, ruffling it and gripping and pulling.

Steve’s hand was going up and down so fast Eddie’s head spun. He felt his stomach tighten and noises were falling out of his throat uncontrollably. “Mmph, Steve, im gonna- im gonna come.” And once again all sensations were lost. Steve sat up and took his hands off Eddie, instead he moved to put his dick back inside him. Instead of going slow like he did before, he slammed into him. He fucked into Eddie like an eager hound dog. He used his hands to toy with Eddie’s piercings and his chest.

“You’re so good for me baby-“ Steve groaned out before smashing his lips into Eddie’s, putting his hand into Eddie’s hair. Steve shoved his tongue down Eddie’s throat for the second time that night. Steve began to stroke Eddie again. Eddie felt like his body was on fire, so much was happening and all of it felt so good. He barely processed his climax coming back up.

“Steve- Steve!” Eddie yelled out as a warning before he came. Come spurting out over Steve’s fingers as he continued his brutal pace. “Steve please-“ Eddie cried out from the beginning of the overstimulation. Eddie started to tear up, but he refused to say ‘stop’ because the pain was honestly too good. Steve never stopped stroking Eddie and the stimulation on Eddie’s prostate and dick was driving him insane. Soon he was full fledge crying. He tried to hide his face with his arm but the moment Steve noticed what he was doing, he took his free hand and pulled Eddie’s arm away. Once Steve saw his face, tears streaking down his cheeks, eyes bloodshot, lips puffy, he came immediately. His brutal pace just got faster, fucking through the orgasm. His body shook along with Eddie’s, who came for a second time purely from the sweet feeling of pain.

Soon enough Steve slowed down and pulled out of Eddie and looked over at him. “You okay, Eds?”

Eddie sighed shakily. “More than, thank you Stevie. Can we uh.. sleep? I'm exhausted.”

“Sure baby. First, here.” Steve pulled off what remained of Eddie’s shirt off him and used it to wipe off Eddie's cum from his hands and Eddie’s dick. “There.” He then kissed Eddie on the forehead and laid down next to him so they could both fall asleep.

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