#i have a big FAT crush on anxiety.

[tepara3s]

i love yo u anxiety🧡

[princessbrunette]

john b had these big firm hands.

not because you’d been studying them or anything, you just very quickly learnt this about him when you’d joined the group — the way the other pogues would complain about aches and knots in their back only to have it quickly resolved by the brunette. with the little crush you’d developed on him, you’d find yourself complaining more and more about your own pains — perhaps when on your period or after a long day, and he’d be happy to help you. that’s what he did, he was a problem solver.

what you failed to realise is how much john b enjoyed it too.

in a general sense, sure. like mentioned, he liked to help people and fix everyone’s problems for them— and being such an active group, it was often physical pains causing them strife. whether it would be a knuckle in popes calf or an elbow in jj’s shoulder, they were appreciative.

“you should be like, studying to do this for a living bro. you got a gift.” the blonde would comment after john b had cracked his shoulder, to which the brunette would shrug it off with a—

“yeah, like i can afford that.”

you don’t realise, but soon enough the routledge boy starts to pay a little more attention to you specifically, and no one knows or cares why enough to comment on it. he’d started to ask, instead of waiting for you to complain about it. asking ‘does this hurt? does this hurt?’ as he moves you in different positions because he thought you looked ‘a little stiff’ that day.

you liked it. you liked holding his attention. john b was the leader, somehow the main character in everyone’s life— so you revelled in the attention he’d give you whilst playing the group chiropractor. it made you feel special when he singled you out.

he seemed to have this belief, that you were way more tense than anyone else in the group. he’d hooked his fingers into the idea that because you happened to have anxiety, your body would too suffer. this might’ve been true, maybe you were more tense than everyone and it showed— probably naturally less comfortable around the group seeing as you were the newest addition, but the likelihood was that john b had only convinced you and everyone else of this because he just adored getting his hands on you.

he likes the way your skin feels soft compared to the callous palms and nicked fingertips of his own. he likes the way the fat of your flesh moulds and succumbs to his touch. he likes the way he’s developed enough natural strength over the years to manoeuvre you any which way he wanted, his own warm little rag doll for the time being that sent his imagination running rampant when he’d put you in more vulnerable positions. he loved the way your brows would furrow when he’d crack the right spot or dig his hands in the right place at the right pressure. the way your lips would part with a little whimper when there’s an audible crack.

his voice was what made it enjoyable for you a lot of the time. not that it didn’t feel great, but john b had a ‘talk you through it’ kind of voice. warm, kind, comforting, rumbles in your ear when he’s slotted up behind you, performing his magic until you click somewhere you didn’t think you could.

“how we feeling? hm?” he’d ask, and you could hear the casual smile in his tone without looking, a face that you didn’t have to look at with your eyes to know it was there because you’d seen it so many times.

his cock would always twitch when you’d respond. the prettiest, whiny tone when you were especially relaxed and off guard, a tone that even had jj’s ears perking up from across the room occasionally. “feels so good, john b.” now you didn’t have to say his name, too.

he told himself it was normal to feel that way about a friend as long as there was a boundary. you were pretty, and soft— he’d be a fool not to find that attractive. what he did feel guilty about, was the indulgence. it wasn’t gentlemanly of him, something he prided himself on being. he couldn’t let anyone know he’d continue the fantasy later on, replaying your satisfied mewls in his brain like a broken record, the sounds morphing and twisting, moulding like clay in the hands of his imagination as he attempts to twist it into sounds of sex. he can still feel the heat of your skin beneath his hands through his minds eye, but this time he’d be pushing your lower back down to make you arch as you take his dick deeper.

he recalls the squishiness of your thighs that one time he worked the knots out, and this time uses the memory to fuel the thought of pushing your thighs up against you whilst nuzzling his nose against your clit and lapping up the juices you’d leaked from him rubbing on your body prior. he hears it again, “feels so good, john b.” but this time your head is thrown back, your tits are spilling from that little bra that peeks from your shirts, your clits throbbing against his tongue.

he makes a mess on his fist each night he thinks about it, and wonders how often he can get away with touching you up under the guise of a massage.

[singularattitudeofasafetypin]

Safe With Me

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Summary: Reader gets anxious when Eddie drives fast but is afraid to tell him in case he thinks she's boring.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: insecurity, descriptions of anxiety, reference to a parent driving dangerously when mad

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Eddie always drives like a maniac.

His rickety old van was infamous around town, careening down quiet roads and scaring the life out of their residents. Hopper had issued more tickets than he could count but nothing seemed to deter him. Maybe it was the rush it gave him? The thrill of breaking the rules or maybe he was just reckless?

Whatever it was, it just wasn’t the same for you.

Driving always made you anxious. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d driven since getting your licence. Every time you tried your mind was flooded with all the things that could go horribly wrong. Panic set in your chest. Thoughts rushing so loud you couldn’t focus on the road in front of you. You didn’t even own your own car.

But it ran deeper than that.

When you were younger, you could always tell if your dad was mad by the way he drove. Always pushing the speed limit after an argument, getting just a little too close to the car in front and yelling out the window when someone got in his way. Your heart would race, breath hitch when he broke sharply, and your foot tap on an imaginary break when he didn’t slow ‘til the last minute. Thankfully, nothing bad had ever happened to you, but it frightened you all the same.

When you and Eddie got together a few months back, the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. You’d had a crush on him forever! All it took was a push from Nancy and a shove from Dustin to find out he felt the same way.

Eddie was wonderful! The perfect boyfriend really. You couldn’t be happier.

But then he’d offered to drive you home.

You’d happily climbed into the passenger seat, smiling as he shut the door behind you. He kissed your cheek, flicked on the radio, and turned the key in the ignition.

It was all you could do not to gasp when he pulled out of the parking lot.

From the first lurch, your heart began fluttering like a bird straining against your ribs, desperate to be free of its cage. Eddie kept talking like nothing was wrong. You could barely make out his words over the noise of the radio and the rushing panic in your ears. You tried to smile and nod at what you hoped were appropriate times but adrenaline was coursing through your body, breath coming in sharp, shallow gulps.

He skidded to a halt outside your house and immediately hopped out to get the door for you.

‘Your palace, my lady!’ he grinned, helping you down by the hand with his usual theatrical flair. You smiled weakly.

‘Thanks Eddie.’

He kissed you goodbye and you did your best to smile and wave as he went tearing down the street and around the corner before letting a shaky breath out. Residual nausea beginning to dissipate as you stepped inside.

In hindsight, maybe you should have just talked to him. Told him how you felt, been honest. You know, the sort of thing you’re supposed to do in relationships but it was all still so new! You rehearsed the conversation in your mind a thousand times but it just sounded pathetic. Like you were making a big deal out of nothing. Maybe you were? ‘Just leave it!’ you thought, ‘He’ll think you’re so boring!’

So instead, you made excuses.

‘Sorry Eds, I can’t. My mum’s picking me up today!’

‘I want to bike home today. It’s so sunny!’

‘I’m going to Nancy’s, she said she’d take me.’

It was all going so well until the universe turned against you. Or rather, the weather did.

You stood under the bike shelter, staring up at the charcoal sky as fat raindrops fell hard against the roof. They spattered over the school parking lot, sloshing in puddles and trickling along the gutters while a bitter wind waxed and waned. Icy drips hit your knuckles, white as they gripped your bike’s handlebars. You sighed. Ten minutes since school ended and the sky had only gotten darker. The rain wasn’t stopping any time soon.

Tugging the yellow hood of your raincoat over your head, you ventured out into the deluge. You were busy dreading every second of the freezing ride home when your attention was caught by a familiar voice hollering your name. You couldn’t help but smile when you turned. Eddie was sprinting toward you, his own dark raincoat held over his head rather than around his shoulders while his scuffed-up trainers splashed along the ground.

‘No way am I letting you bike home in this!’ he scolded good-naturedly when he reached you, ‘Let me give you a ride home!’

Your smile faltered.

‘It’s okay Eddie…’ you searched frantically for a reason to refuse him, ‘I was just gonna call my mum!’

Sure, you were! Halfway across the parking lot, clearly heading away from school. The lie was so obvious, Eddie nearly laughed. ‘Don’t you remember? You said she was at work today!’

‘Oh yeah,’ Idiot! You cursed yourself, ‘Nancy then! We’ve actually been meaning to meet up and study.’

Eddie frowned a little, ‘She’s got that thing after school, doesn’t she? I saw her unlocking the darkroom on the way out.’

Strike two!

‘Yeah, I uh…’ your confidence crumbled, ‘I can just wait for her or something…’ The ruse was becoming thinner by the second. Eddie folded his arms.

‘What’s this actually about?’ he asked, ‘Why won’t you just let me take you home?’ His words weren’t angry or accusing, just confused, but a flicker of panic began to rise in your chest. ‘You haven’t let me drive you anywhere for weeks,’ he went on, ‘Have I done something to upset you?’

‘No!’

‘Then what is it?’ his dark brown eyes filled with worry as thunder rolled in the distance. Eddie’s arms ached from holding his coat, his fingers bitterly cold. The rain had seeped into his shoes and through his socks but he didn’t care. All that mattered was figuring out what he’d done wrong!

It didn’t make sense. He couldn’t remember anything he’d said or done that could make you pull away. You were just as content and affectionate most of the time but at the end of the school day, you couldn’t seem to lose him fast enough.

You wouldn’t look him in the eye now, your hands gripping your bike so tight he was afraid you might hurt yourself. How had he managed to screw up the best thing that had happened to him so soon?

‘Please?’ he was begging, the slight tremor in his voice betraying his fear as you bit your lip nervously, ‘Just tell me!’

‘I don’t like it when you drive fast!’

You just sort of blurted it out. No ceremony, no elegance. The words fell clumsily from your mouth, tugged almost involuntarily. Eddie didn’t say anything.

Now the words wouldn’t stop, tumbling out too fast, trying to justify. ‘I know, it’s stupid! Childish, I know!’ Despite the cold, you felt your cheeks turn warm. ‘But it just makes me really anxious and I-!’

‘Is that all?’

You stopped abruptly, looking up as an elated smile began to pull at the corner of his mouth. This wasn’t what you’d expected. His eyes held a mixture of gratitude, guilt, and hope.

‘Yeah?’ your voice came out uncertain but the smile only spread wider.

It was as though a weight had been lifted. Of course, Eddie felt awful that he’d scared you, even more so that he hadn’t even noticed. But this, this was something he could fix! He laughed a little, almost giddy with relief. ‘So then, I just won’t drive fast baby!’

You blinked in surprise, rendered speechless. Eddie shrugged his coat on at lightning speed, his hair already sodden by the time he was easing your bike from your grip. ‘Really?’ You hadn’t expected it to be that simple. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as though it was obvious.

‘Really! Now come on, you’re getting soaked!’ and without waiting for an answer, he turned and started wheeling your bike across the parking lot. You hurried after him, puddles splashing under your feet and wetting your socks.

‘You mean it?’ you asked when you reached the van. Eddie was pulling open the doors and stowing your bike safely in the back. He just nodded, opening the passenger side door next and helping you in.

He climbed in the other side, wriggling his coat off and tossing it behind him before turning the key in the ignition. You fiddled anxiously with your fingers. ‘You don’t think I’m being annoying?’ insecurity gnawed away at your stomach, ‘Or boring? Or silly? Or-? ‘

‘Sweetheart,’ Eddie interrupted, taking your hand and pressing a reassuring kiss to your fingertips. He looked up at you with those kind, warm eyes and melted your concern with his soft, tender voice, ‘I want you to feel safe with me.’

You sighed out. There was no deception, no hidden irritation or passive aggression. Eddie really meant it. He wanted you to be happy. Your peace was his priority.

‘Okay?’ he asked, still watching your face for confirmation.

You smiled shyly and nodded, ‘Okay.’

Eddie grinned back, pressing another kiss to your hand before dropping it and returning his own to the steering wheel.

True to his word, the ride home was as gentle as you could have wished for. You doubted Eddie had even driven this responsibly on his test… if he’d ever taken one. After five or ten minutes, you found the usual anxious knot that twisted in your chest had unwound. The tension in your muscles evaporated and soon you were laughing and joking with Eddie and singing along to the radio.

Before you knew it, he was pulling up outside your house. Funny, you thought, he’d been so cautious and yet the journey seemed to take half the time. You kissed his cheek and hopped down from the van.

The rain had stopped. Tarmac still dark and damp and small puddles were left here and there but blue sky and sunshine were breaking through the clouds, warming the sidewalk and glittering gold in the dew drops.

‘Can I pick you up tomorrow?’ Eddie asked, opening up the back to lift your bike out. He was tentative, worried he was pushing too far but you smiled and nodded.

‘Yes, thanks Eddie!’

You took the bike from him and turned to wheel it toward the porch when an indignant ‘Hey!’ sounded behind you. Eddie clutched at his heart, collapsing onto the side of the van gasping dramatically, ‘No goodbye kiss? Oh, cruel temptress! Is there no compassion? No mercy?’

With peals of laughter, you ran back to oblige him. He squeezed his arms around you, smiling so hard it was hardly a real kiss. This time, there was no barrier between you. No shadow, no secrets. Only the sweetness that honesty in love brings.

You walked your bike back down the garden path, waving to Eddie as the van pulled away. You watched him draw further and further down the street until he disappeared around the corner.

You smiled and rummaged for your keys. The weight on your shoulders had dissolved to nothing and somehow, you were even lighter than before.

Eddie Munson always drove like a maniac.

Until he didn’t.

Until you.

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[stardew-shitposterino]

Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they deal with their secret crush on the farmer

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BEHOOOOLD! I’m kind of back but I’m not because I have a job and feel tired most of the time. I still need to get used to adult life. Anyway, here are the bachelors and how they deal with having a fat crush on you, you cutesy farmer person covered in filth!

Contents might be a bit NSFW so MINORS…you know what not to do *fights them off with a stick*

Enjoy my brainrot 🍓🥰

Sam:

-Sammy is a cute little guy, almost like a dog wagging it’s tail when they see their owner.

-he is SO BAD at hiding it

-he will dream about you two jamming on a big stage together. In his ideal world, you two are a successful duo who make noise rock (kind of like the white stripes minus the weird siblings or married controversy)

-Sam will write songs about you. It’s not intentional per say, and he thinks he really sucks at writing love songs, but it just happens whenever he has to think about you. The words just start flowing.

-he might or might not have had some steamy shower fantasies about you…while in the shower. Jodie keeps complaining about the water bill being unusually high 👀

-yet, Sam is usually not too horny when he is in love with you. He is more gushy and daydreamy than anything

Sebastian:

-homeboy works with nightcore versions of love songs to cope with his longing

-he isn’t the type to show his feelings so openly, so no one really notices his crush on you. Maybe Sam, but well, he is Seb’s best bud. Of course he can tell

-He notices how his sleep has improved since having a crush on you. He willingly goes to bed earlier to have some time to imagine scenarios of you two

-just you and him together on his cool ass motorcycle, driving into the night and ending it with a passionate kiss (sounds familiar?)

-well,,, let’s just say Seb is increasingly horny since having a crush on you. Before, he was almost certain he is some sort of asexual, but nope 😃 he’s healthy and extremely down bad for the filthy farmer who eats raw fish out of the pond 🥰

-what I mean by horny? Uhhh… he didn’t really need to rely on certain websites to satisfy his needs, that’s for sure 👀

Harvey:

-Harvey is a good man. A very good man

-god bless his soul 😫

-Harv isn’t the type to have crushes easily…I can’t believe it either, considering his crush on Maru who is way younger than him 💀

-but in my head, he isn’t the type to be all lovey dovey over someone. That’s why he’s so bad at hiding it. But you don’t really notice. You just suspect it but it could also be his usual anxiety lol

-it happened anyway😎 and he doesn’t know how to cope. At all.

-he has to think about you at all times, especially when he looks at the empty jars of delicious pickles you’ve made him

-This man is usually collected, but now?! He forgets everything, can’t even form a comprehensible sentence at times when his mind is busy thinking about a romantic picknick date with a lovely farmer

-Harvey’s libido is pretty much a dead beat horse 💀 but now he even feels the desire to do some nasty nasty at times. It’s still pretty tame, he’s a gentleman through and through, but wild for him to have those feelings and longings after what feels like decades. He’s not mad at it. He has felt low-key dead inside for so long so this is very exciting and he’s eager to explore this side of him…despite being anxious 😭

Elliott:

-bet your ass he’s the prince of crushes

-he is very dedicated and welcomes those refreshing feelings with a kiss

-feeling better than usual AND having inspiration to write ?! SIGN HIM UP

-he will use every chance he can get to talk to you, maybe even get you drunk (in a non creepy way) because he likes when you’re unapologetically authentic and let loose. It makes him feel more in touch with your soul (or some shit idk I’m not a poet)

-Elliott is NOT SUBTLE

-you practically know from the start that he has the hots for you, but it’s kinda funny seeing him try to pretend it’s not that way…if you can even call that pretending not to be 😭

- his passion doesn’t end at his artistry. This guy will spend a lot of time in his shower thinking about what could be, or sitting at the docks at night just staring at the sea (he’s NOT doing anything nasty in public, peeps. Don’t get it twisted)

-I can also see him recreate a romantic bedroom date he’d love to have with you…but it’s just him 🤷🏼‍♀️ self care king 👑

Shane:

-like Harvey: HE CANNOT COPE!

-he hasn’t felt like this since high school. Every other encounter with potential partners was surface level and only based on sexual satisfaction

-so caring about you, thinking about what makes you happy and how he could be the reason you smile every day, that’s a lot for him

-as stupid as it sounds, he spirals and becomes low-key miserable over it. Give this man a 101 lesson on how to process emotions 😭

-despite the constant anxiety he feels, he low-key enjoys it. It’s kind of hopeless as well as pointless in his honest opinion, but there is this believe, that 0.00001% chance (in his mind) that he could turn his life around and be happy with you, married and maybe have a child of his own one day

-but that’s wishful thinking, riiiiiiight? So what does a self loathing piece of alcoholic man do instead of making a move? Yeah, self pleasure even more than usual, to get at least a bit of serotonin and the willpower to get his shit together, at least for you if it isn’t for him. He’s pretty rough with it too (ouch, unless you’re into that)

-sorry bros but him having a crush is not really all that cute. He’s my cutie pie, but let’s be real: him dealing with those feelings he tried to shut off for so long will be tragic in a way. He’s battling his inner demons here. So yeah… :(

Alex:

-my man, my maaaaan 🥰

-he has earned a soft spot in my heart, bless his soul

-so Alex has a crush on you from the start, it’s basically canon

-can he show his feelings? Yes! Can he do that in a way that can be read as the feelings he tries to get across to you? NO!

-low-key bullying is his love language 🥰

-at least in the beginning. He’s a bit anxious and fears he isn’t good enough for you, so he doesn’t try to be authentic. Being the jock jerk everyone expects him to be gets a reaction out of you and that’s better than nothing, right?

-he’s neither the poetic nor the intellectual type, so he doesn’t process his emotions by writing them down or putting them into words. Just imagine him going about his work-out routine, just thinking about your beautiful smile and rocking bod while sweating like a hog

-Alex and quiet ? Yes that’s possible. I imagine him to go quieter than usual since having a crush on you. He processes everything internally and that takes a lot of time for him as he usually just shrugs off his emotions and doesn’t try to brood too much on them. But now?! He can’t but blush in silence as he just imagines how soft and small your hands must be next to his (yours are way more impressive than his and calloused to the gods, but let him have this moment)

-when it comes to being nasty…Alex is a serial romantic. We know that he probably was the lady’s man back in school so he probably got some action one way or another. In other words, man has the libido of a teen that just hit puberty 💀

-despite being quite horny, he was able to manage to just do it every other day. Now, he cannot even get out of bed in the morning before doing it as you pester his dreams and make his hormones go crazy first thing in the morning…so many nice boxer shorts were lost along the way 🫡

-he also did his own laundry for the first time during that period lmfao

[4ngels0uls]

i wanna be your lover, i don’t wanna be your friend…. M.S

don’t like? don’t read.

summary: y/n loves matt so much, till she makes a mistake and just ends up confessing… making them to end up having sex.

paring: fem!reader + bsf!matt

warnings: SMUT, use of y/n, friends to lovers, confessing, being embarrassed, abusive relationship (not physically), toxic relationships, a big trigger warning!, manipulation, disrespect, strong language,

a/n: i was listening to this song and thought of this.

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y/ns pov

“hey matt?” you yell for him as your in his room and he’s in the kitchen, grabbing a drink. “what?” he yells back. you don’t answer and he sighs. he walks over to his room with the cup of water in his hand. “what do you want?” he asks as he walks over to his desk to put the cup down. “i’ve been talking to this guy and he wants to meet up but i’m scared… does he look like he would kidnap me?” you show him a picture. “nah.” he answers dryly. “are you okay?” you ask before he just walks away.

that’s when you realized…. you fucked up.

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“i’m going to go matt…” you tell him as your going to to get ready to meet that guy. “kay.” he answers dryly again. you sigh and walk out the door with your stuff as you walk to your car, digging in your bag for your keys. you find them and open your vehicle and start the car and drive off.

you get home, pulling into the driveway. getting out your car as you walk into your house, locking your car doors. you take your shoes off in the pitch black house. you lock your door and turn some lights on as you walk to your room. you go over and get some clothes ready for you to take a shower, till you begin thinking about matt and how dry his answers were when you showed him the picture.

you flop back on your bed, crushing the clothes that you just put nicely on the bed. you stare at your roof and sigh, thinking you fucked up the whole friendship with matt. you genuinely like matt… like more than a friend but you’ll know it’ll never happen to you begin to find other guys, like this one that your texting in this exact moment. “i can’t wait to see your beautiful face.” the guy texts you.. alex is his name as you remember.

you met him in a party once, he was drunk… like very, and he asked for your number and it went off.. you guys didn’t even fucking remember when you traded numbers. but here you are, texting him that you’ve been waiting to see him, while you broke matt into pieces without even realizing.

you showered, done your makeup, and fixed your slutty outfit you have on. you walk over to your body mirror and check yourself out. you smiling and go and get into your car and drive off to the restaurant you are going to.

that’s when you walk in and see him, alex….

biggest mistake ever.

“hey alex.” you smile as you walk up to him. “hey y/n.” he smiles as you guys sit at a table and… next thing you fucking know he’s drugged your drink but you didn’t even know. your in his bed, naked… and now your dating…

few weeks later

he’s been manipulating you and cheating on you left and right. you know you made a big ass mistake as you try to text matt and he immediately tells you to block him. “w-what..?” you question. “i said fucking block him y/n!” he scolds. “i-“ you try to speak. “shut the fuck up before i break your phone!” he yells. fuck… you text him secretly. “i love you matt.” before you block him.

he’s typing right before you hit that red button that says block. you sigh, trying not to cry. “stop fucking crying like a big baby, bitch!” he yells. that’s when you begin to get anxiety from his yells, but that’s when you decide to hide it since you’ve been hiding your emotions for years..

it’s been 2 months since this incident.

you’ve been missing matt, he’s all you think about.. but if alex known, he would have tried to kill y/n.. that’s why he’s asleep. fat shit always fucking sleeping. you took his phone and remembered his password, you open his phone and look through his messages, you start to cry.. “what the fuck…” you sob quietly. you throw his phone and get up and grab a bunch of shit of yours and leave his house, taking your car keys you found as he keeps you home by hiding your keys.

that’s when you know… that’s fucked up and you should have never been to dinner with him. you immediately hop into your car and the first place you think off is matt’s house. and you hope that chris or nick doesn’t answer and it’s matt that does. you arrive and pull into their driveway and go up and take a deep breath before knocking on the door.

and exactly who you didn’t want to answer.. it’s nick. “nope fuck that!” he yells before trying to slam the door. “wait!l you yell. “i need to talk to matt.” you tell nick. he sighs. “matt!” nick yells before going up the stairs. you wait for matt and he opens the door a bit. “y/n?” he says quietly. “matt.” you say. “why’d you block me.” he asks. “he made me.” you says and matt knows immediately. “come on.” he takes your hand and drags you in.

he takes you to his room, some new stuff, and some stuff gone. “are you okay…?” he asks you as he sits you down on his gaming chair. “kinda.” you answer quietly. “ya look cold.” he says. “yeah i am…” you say. “here i’ll go get you a blanket.” he walks off, and comes back with a blanket. “here.” he says as you wrap yourself up with the blanket. “s-so like… what ever happened?” he asks me. “oh.. uhh. you know that guy that i showed you? yeah well we started dating and he was apparently manipulating me, cheating, and being disrespectful and just rude.” you say.

“oh i’m sorry…” he answers as he doesn’t know what to say. “it’s not your fault.” you say. he gets up and hugs you. you sit shocked for a moment and begin to hug him back. he picks me up and lays down with me on his lap. “you know y/n… i’ll always love you.”

so tell me that you love me again..

you smile at his words. “i’ll always love you too.” you mumble. he rubs your back. you sit up a bit and you guys both lock eyes. he takes a glance at your lips then right back to your eyes. you lean in slowly and you kiss him, as he immediately returns the kiss back. you pull away. “oh my god… i’m so sorry.” you say, after realizing what happened.

“it’s okay.” matt says as he pulls you back to him by your waist. he wraps his arms around your neck and begins to hug you. he pulls a bit away from the hug and stares into your eyes. he kisses you softly, closing his eyes as he holds your face. your instantly kissing back.

he rolls you guys over, now he’s on top and your on the bottom. he grins against your lips. he runs his fingers down your body, slowly. his touch effecting the fuck out of you. you watch his fingers get to your inner thighs. you look into his eyes and he smiles. your eyes on his as his eyes are on yours. “your so pretty.” he mumbles softly. you try not to smile as he talks. he smirks as he watches you try not to smile.

he watches as he runs his fingers to your thighs. he gets to your waistband. he looks into your eyes, for consent. “you okay with this…?” he asks. you smile and nod. he pulls your pants to your ankles, then they fall to the ground. he smiles softly at the tiny fabric covering you. you sit up and take your shirt off, also revealing your bra. “needy, hm?” he smirks. he kisses you back reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra in the back. he pulls the bra off slowly as he kisses you roughly.

matt pulls away and stares at your tits, completely out of it as he stares. you chuckle. he leans down and kisses your neck. leaving a trail of hickeys. “fuck your beautiful.” he mumbles on your skin before kiss down to your tits, kissing them.. till he puts your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. you gasp as you feel his lips latch onto your nipples.

he smirks and pulls his mouth away. he kisses you before his fingers slide down to the edge of your tiny thong. he smiles and his fingers get down your underwear, trying to tease you. his long, thin fingers get to your clit, massaging it gently, making you buck your hips. he chuckles and pushes your hips down and holds them down. he starts to move his fingers faster and you start to moan a bit.

he slides down to your pussy. he stares as he uses the patting of his thumb to fingers your clit. he pushes a light kiss on your pussy, making you gasp loudly. he chuckles and latches his mouth. fucking you with his mouth at this point.

“o-oh fuck!” you moan, tryna be a little quiet since his brothers are home. he smirks at how loud your being, his grin sitting on your clit. then he starts to use his mouth faster, making it impossible to stay quiet. you buck your hips far, making matt smash his nose into your pelvis. he chuckles against your pussy, pushing your hips down for him to continue as you squeeze your thighs around his head.

he goes down to your hole, tongue fucking you now. “fuckfuckfuck!” you moan, feeling your orgasm come closer. matt chuckles “you close?” he mumbles. you nod like crazy, try to keep quiet, squeezing your face together as he tongue fucks you.

you could tell by his eyes, he was fucking pussy drunk. “matt! ohh fuck!” you practically scream before cumming on his face, all of your juices leaking down his chin to his neck. he licks you clean as your sensitive. “matt!” you yell as you squirm. he smiles and sits up and hovers above you. “your so fucking pretty.” he says in a raspy tone before smashing his lips into yours. he kisses you passionately, his tongue grazing your bottom lip as you let him in.

his tongue exploring your mouth. you whine against his lips, as matt swallows your whine. he breaks the kiss as he kisses down your neck, leaving fat fucking hickeys on your neck. “mattt!” you whine because you know everybody will ask. he smiles and kisses you again before undoing his belt on his baggy jeans.

you watch as he fumbles with the belt. he throws it somewhere on the ground before pushing both, pants and boxers down. he cock springing put as soon as he pulls his pants down. you look up at him as you lay beneath him. “what’s wrong?” he asks. “your big as fuck.” you say quietly, BEGGING silently he doesn’t hear what you said. he smiles and chuckle lightly before leaning down to you. he lines himself up between your folds, making you fumble silently. you gasp quietly as the feel the contact.

he smiles widely and shoves himself inside of you slowly. he smiles down as he watches your core swallow his hard cock. he begins to thrust faster, making you gasp loudly. “fuck!” you moan as the bed creeks loudly. he groans softly, moving even faster. you throw you head back in pleasure. “fuck…” he groans as you clench, making him grunt loudly. “fuck sakes… if you keep doing that i won’t last long.” he groans

you begin to start milking him at this point. he’s struggling to not cum right in this moment right now. he starts to think of things that won’t make him finish as fast. but your moans and the skin slapping, echoing in the room is making so much harder. “fuck!” he groans loudly before releasing his release inside you, painting your spongey walls white.

you release right after he does. “fuck…m’ sorry.” he apologizes. “it’s okay. seriously.” you tell him. “you were fucking milking me.” he mumbles into your neck. “i knowww” you whine. he chuckles. he slowly pulls out. he gets up and goes to grab a wet warm cloth, to wipe both of your guys releases off you. he wipes your sensitive core, slowly not to hurt or anything. he throws the cloth somewhere and lays his head on your stomach.

“i love you.” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “i…love you too.” you answer.

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a/n

holy fuck i took long to post this.

i’m sorry, been busy. i’ll try to get the next carrington one out as soon as i can😊

THANK YOUS FOR 400😓

[starshadyy]

what your favorite splatoon character says about YOU!

obligatory “this is a joke” disclaimer, please don’t take offense i’m only being silly👉👈

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callie: you are a diehard squid sisters fan. you have an intrinsic sense for design and are probably super creative. you hate it when people misinterpret her. others wouldn’t assume it, but you actually need therapy more than most others on this list…😔

marie: you’re really intimidating but probably super nice. you’re actually good at the game and are well-versed in the meta. you may not be the best at communication, but you have a strong intuition and are good at reading people

pearl: an absolute feral crackhead who needs to be kept on a leash. definitely queer. nasty majesty is your national anthem. you breathe life and energy into every situation you enter, and others appreciate you for it. you are pearlina’s strongest soldier! 🩷🩵

marina: you are a massive nerd /affectionate. you either wanna be her friend or you have a fat crush on her. you listen to splatoon ost all the time. your room is packed with stuff from the media you like, including mountains of plushies

shiver: you join her team during splatfests even when you don’t necessarily agree with the platform. you’re likely very sarcastic and always speak your mind. oh yeah, and you’re a weeb

frye: you loved her from the start and defended her honor back when everyone was clowning on her design. you’re very talented but humble about your accomplishments. you would bite someone if allowed

big man: you act laid back but are probably filled with anxiety. i get the vibe that you would own an unconventional pet of some kind [turtle, frog, ferret, etc.]. you’re for sure the mom friend. you know nothing about splatoon lore

captain 3: you are the BACKBONE of this fandom and i have nothing but respect for you. you’re probably ranked pretty high in competitive and are likely a completionist

agent 4: you grew up on splatoon 2 and were sure that they would show up in side order only to be… uh, half right? i’m so sorry sweet prince /gn. don’t you worry, your day [splatoon 4] is fast approaching…

eight: you’re very analytical and derive great joy from the story aspects of splatoon. you either write or read fanfiction and maybe cosplay too. you LIVE for the found family trope, and also probably ship them with captain 3. you have amazing taste :]

neo agent 3: you think lil buddy is the most adorable creature to walk the planet. you wish their initial outfit was actually accessible in the game. you’ve probably only played splatoon 3

cap’n cuttlefish: you’re an og who’s been around since splatoon 1 but still know next to nothing about the lore. you don’t main a weapon, and instead prefer to bounce around. you are… an inscrutable crackhead who i want to study

dj octavio: you’re willing to die on the hill that he is not a villain and only did what he did to support his people [you’re right btw]. you’re actually really chill and fun and i have a lot of respect for you. also, i’m liable to believe that you ship him with cuttlefish, don’t you? DON’T YOU?!?

commander tartar: you’re… ME??? villainous characters are always your favorites. you think octo expansion is a masterpiece [and you’re entirely right]. you’re a splatoon scholar and scour every obscure twitter post and artbook note to satiate your hunger for that sweet sweet lore. there’s something deeply wrong in your head.

mr. grizz: you play a lot of salmon run but are actually kinda bad at it [shhh i won’t tell]. you suffered through after alterna just for his backstory log and the bear ears. i’m going to go out on a limb here and say… you have daddy issues

smollusk: you LOVE the idea that marina and pearl are its adoptive moms. you’ve beaten side order with every palette. you overuse the “🥺” emoji. you miiight be a little annoying, but your heart is in the right place… probably

acht: either the chillest person you’ll ever meet or the most insane. probably both. you’re 100% queer and probably neurodivergent too. i bet you listen to will wood and / or tally hall. i wanna be your friend

harmony: you know every chirpy chips song by heart. you’re probably really sweet and i know you make banger fanart. you have an affinity for cute things and i bet your favorite pokémon type is fairy. DEFINITELY neurodivergent.

cq cumber: ???you both confuse and frighten me!!! what can i even say? you’re a cryptid! but honestly, you’re kinda iconic. i salute you, you freak of nature🫡

iso padre: I LOVE YOU. you’re accepting of all people and are just an absolute saint in general. daddy issues, but you’re coping way better than the grizz fans. also, i’m betting that you’re neurodivergent

sheldon: i didn’t think you existed, but turns out that you do? you actually listen to his rambles. splatoon 2 is your favorite game in the series. you’re able to see the value in things that others tear down and y'know what? i respect that [not saying i approve of your character choice though]

judd: wait, why him? ohh wait, i know! you probably just don’t care about splatoon’s story at all and / or love cats. there, that’s totally it, right?

lil judd: you either DON’T know his lore and just like the cute little kitten, or you DO know his lore and you’re unhinged. i’m scared of you

spyke: you’d bark for him without hesitation and DON’T pretend you wouldn’t. you clown. you absolute freak. i know what you are. /j

murch: if i had to bet, you’re probably the shy type who prefers to let others do the talking for them. you might secretly be a little freaky though, and i think you should embrace that side of yourself. you’re safe here. be free.

[pricegouge]

Fatted Rabbit, Part Fifteen on AO3

Content

Bearshifter!Price x reader | explicit

It's strange how different the drive north is from what the mad dash south had been. In John's anger, he'd felt stubborn and unyielding - a boulder in a stream, able to watch as little flickers of sensibility passed him by, yet unable to do anything to keep them. Even as the road had wound its way down the mountains, he had felt fixed. As if a rope had stretched straight and taut between him and his destination, and he'd had to work for every inch gained through sweat and blistered hands.

It's strange how different the drive north is from what the mad dash south had been. In John's anger, he'd felt stubborn and unyielding - a boulder in a stream, able to watch as little flickers of sensibility passed him by, yet unable to do anything to keep them. Even as the road had wound its way down the mountains, he had felt fixed. As if a rope had stretched straight and taut between him and his destination, and he'd had to work for every inch gained through sweat and blistered hands.

Despite the low anxiety that boils in his belly regarding the unknown quality that is Shepherd, the return trip breezes past in a slow crawl of rolling peaks, distance measurable in the changing of the range characteristics. They pull over to sleep somewhere in southern Montana and John finally gets to test the limits of the Jeep's suspension. It would be a pleasant little road trip, if his bear would stop grumbling in the back of his mind.

There are some things his human form simply won't suffice for, evidently. And he needs to sniff her out properly, get her soft body under him and just keep her still for a whole night, pressed under the immense weight of himself. 

(He won't crush her. Not really. But he at least needs to see his big ol' mit splayed across her belly possessively.)

If she notices him driving straight past Columbia Falls and into Glacier, she doesn't say anything, keeps quiet until he parks far up a ranger path and goes to climb out.

"The one time I dared to presume I'd be invited over for the evening, and you leave me to sleep on my own on a cold fire trail in the dead of night." She's teasing when she shakes her head at him, but John is not amused.

"Not leaving you anywhere, bunny."

He gets her little mattress pad set up in a pre-existing bear bed under a canopy of maple boughs and tells her to settle in. She seems to know what he's got planned when she asks him to stay where she can see him while he changes. He shakes his head at her though and hides away behind a copse of pines, shakes the viscera off thoroughly before snuffling back to her. She may have seen a video of it already, but there was no need to keep subjecting her to it.

She grins like a fool when she spots him and John can't help the happy chuffing it incites. She giggles when he snuffles her hair, her neck. He dives into her belly with a series of frankly embarrassing grunts, but he can't bring himself to care when her giggles turn to outright laughter. He stops when she starts kicking, worried about her poor leg. It takes her a minute to catch her breath but when she does, she holds her arms out wide in clear invitation and John carefully lowers himself so he can duck his big head onto her chest. She sighs contentedly and threads her fingers into the fringe of his collar, which prompts a happy groan from him.

"You gonna stop pretending you don't know what I'm talking about when I ask you to make that noise again?"

John chuffs, heavy breath displacing some of her hair. When he lowers this time, her returning smile is brighter than the stars overhead.

"That fuckin' moo. I think it's my favorite noise you make." He grumbles, indignant about being told he moos , but she ignores him. "You know you make that weird huffy noise when you're human sometimes too, right?"

He chuffs at her again illustratively and she wipes off some of the slobber it blows at her.

"Nasty," she gripes, but she wiggles underneath him until she's on her side and John shifts himself up so she can tuck in under his arm. She wastes no time trying to wrap her arms around his body (can't, of course, but it's cute that she tries) and buries her face in the shaggy fur of his chest. John returns the favor, sinking his nose into her scalp and breathing deeply, sorting through all the scents to be sure any trace of the other man is gone.

When he's appeased, he ducks down even further to headbutt at her and she kisses him on the snout, pressing her face against his own as she reaches up to scratch behind his ear.

"I probably shouldn't find you so cute, considering everything, huh?"

He'd laugh if he were human. Settles for a soft nod instead which sets her own head lolling. 

"Well, too bad 'cause I don't. Though maybe my danger radar's busted. Would explain the ex, I suppose," she trails off. He growls and she's quick to change the subject, leaning back enough to look at him in feigned seriousness. "And crocodiles. I think those are cute too, and that can't be wise."

This time when he chuffs at her, he wraps a heavy arm around her and pulls her to his chest. Her laughter gets caught in his pelt, warm against his skin. When she tells him she loves him, it's muffled there too.

He ducks down enough to sniff at her, hopes it communicates his returning affections. He throws a leg over her own for good measure, careful of her cast.

In the morning he's happy to sit with her for a while, ignoring all the responsibilities they're sure to return to once they head toward the bar. He sits on his rear, gets her propped up between his spread legs so he can paw at her thighs and sniff at her while she plays on her little game. She pauses occasionally to inspect his paws. He expects her to grow pale at the sight of his claws, but she just tells him he has cute little toe beans and kisses at them.

He's a little indignant that she'd call anything about him 'little,' but he's also well aware he's being ridiculous so he just huffs at her and mouths gently at her ear.

***

They don't make it to the apartment unaccosted because that would just be too much good luck all at once. He's not even sure where they come from, making no noise as they creep up behind him while he helps bunny out of the boot. She doesn't seem to have noticed them either, if the way she squeaks when he closes the hatch to reveal them is any indication. 

John jumps, nearly decks the closest one. Gaz side steps easily with a sly smirk while Soap practically rips the rabbit out of his arms. 

"Bonnie!" He crows, twirling her around like a buffoon and then apologizing profusely when her plaster knocks Gaz's knee and she winces in pain. 

"Watch it," John growls, setting bunny back up with her crutches and checking her over as if he's suddenly developed X-ray vision to assess her fracture. 

"Sorry hen, but ah'm so excited! Ye had us all worried." 

"Yeah, sorry." She looks endlessly embarrassed as the three of them just revel in her very presence for a moment. "Um, who are you?" 

"Oh, Kyle. Was the bartender here before this clown." 

"Oi!"

Kyle sticks his hand out to her but just holds hers between his once he gets it, smooth bastard.

"Right, good to put a name to a face." 

"Likewise," he winks, and bunny's ears practically twitch. 

"When'd you get in?" John interrupts, unable to completely ignore the growing ball of totally unearned jealousy in his stomach. Not his fault, it's been a rough few days. Soap uses the distraction as an opportunity to guide bunny inside. Through the bar door, not his own, he notes with annoyance.

"Last night. No one told me how the little mission went so I figured I'd come see for myself." 

"Bullshit, Simon was keeping you in the loop."

"Yeah. Still thought I'd stop in." He looks Price up and down pointedly, as if checking there's not still blood on him or something.

John grunts, brings him into a one armed hug. "It's good to see you, mate." 

"You too, cap. You've not gone off and signed your own arrest warrant though, I hope? From the look of things, Soap'll be only too happy to take care of your girl while you're away." 

"Have a feeling I don't need to worry about either thing, really." 

"Oh?" 

"You seen Simon around?" 

"Yeah, he's just inside, actually." 

"So not at the brewery, tinkering with his precious ale?"

Gaz pauses, hand on the door but not opening it. "Oh," he says quite simply, and then they shrug in unison and follow the sound of Soap's incessant brogue out to the bar.

It's blessedly empty out front. John never figured he'd be happy to hear his staff had unexpectedly closed for the day while he was out, but then he'd never been faced with the daunting task of sharing his mate with half the town after the week he's - they've - had. It's bad enough sharing her with this lot, although he does because she looks adorably flustered when Soap lifts her up onto a barstool ("Seriously, you too?") and because he supposes they owe Gaz some explanation for all the last minute favors he so discreetly handled. 

"No', wha ' happened tae yer gam, Bonnie? And would ye like ol' Soap ta kiss it better, hm?"

"Oh shucks. Thanks, but too late now. Locked away like a tomb, no kisses." She gives Soap a faux regretful smile, but he just grins all the harder, steps into her space. 

"Could always kiss a wee bit higher."

"Careful, Johnny. Anymore of that and cap might eat you alive," Simon threatens, completely deadpan. 

"That's right," so hands to yourself, Price doubles down. Soap sticks his hands up in dramatic surrender and scurries back behind the bar to get everyone comfortable, easy enough to distract; but Gaz is far too sly, watches bunny pale at their words with a shrewd eye that lets John know he won't be able to evade nearly as much as he'd hoped.

"Gaz, what'll it be?" Soap asks, setting up the standard orders for John and Simon. He gets a cider going for bunny which she thanks him prettily for.

"Just a water, mate, thanks."

Soap scoffs, affronted. "You dinnae wannae enjoy someone else doin' the work fer once?"

"Havin' too much fun watching someone else serve these picky bastards," he motions at his former bosses. "Don't wanna cloud the memory."

"Picky is it? They've no' complained abou' me yet." He places bunny's drink in front of her with a wink. "Mus' be ah'm better then, eh bonnie?"

"That's a good way to get that streak broken," John warns, motioning to Soap's lingering fingers on bunny's rim. He leans across the bar and grabs his own drink, claims the chair next to his girl and drags it pointedly closer to her.

"Ah, cap, ah'm jus' messin'. No harm."

But John was grumbling the second he heard the term of authority. "Christ, not you too?"

Soap cackles but bunny places a hand on his reassuringly. "Would it be better if I started calling you cap, too?"

"Hm, now there's a thought," John grins at her, leaning in for a kiss which is foiled when Soap turns the stream from the fountain hose on him. 

"See how ye like it," the Scot snarks, and John probably would've gone over the counter if not for Simon's rare, earnest laughter spilling through the room like thunder.

"Gotta say, cap. Wasn't expecting to like my replacement so much." Gaz has seated himself on the other side of bunny, while Simon stands at the very end of the bar, towering unapologetically. 

Soap tips his glass to the man, winks. "Had big shoes tae fill, I heard. Had tae step up."

John turns to catch the vanishingly scarce experience of watching Simon bite back a frown, finds the large man staring back at him already as if in challenge instead. John just huffs and goes back to smiling dopily at the back of bunny's head. 

"Well you certainly did that, bruv. Look at that brooding bastard. Never seen him go so long without swearing."

"Fuck off, Garrick." Simon deadpans.

"There it is. Anyway," Kyle turns to the soft girl beside him and smiles warmly. "You never did tell us what happened to your leg, luv."

"Oh yea!" Soap crows, a dog that's remembered it has a bone out in the yard. "You awrigh', bonnie?"

"Oh, uh. Yeah…" she flounders, looks to John for guidance, but for all their plotting, they had not expected Gaz, who knows far too much, to be in the same room with Soap, who knows the exact right amount - next to zero -, when they had to have this conversation.

John eyes Soap, eager and bright, and remembers how the man had been beside himself when Simon had said they were leaving to go retrieve her after being chased out of town by the nasty ex he himself had served. He doesn't trust the man with the whole truth, of course, but this bit…

"It's your leg, bunny. Up to you how much you wanna share," John shrugs.

She blinks, as if surprised to find that's an option, and then gives him a soft, private smile before turning back to Soap and rather bluntly sharing that her ex broke it.

If any of them were expecting a sober reaction, the speed at which Soap's complexion turns cherry red ruins any chance of a civil conversation. "Tha' fockin' cunt!" he hollers, waving his hands wildly enough he doesn't notice how bunny flinches a bit.

"Easy," John warns, but it's Simon holding his palm out to the Scot that gets his attention.

"Down, boy. Indoor voices." He cuts a subtle glance at the rabbit and Soap deflates just as quickly as he was set off.

"Ach, sorry las. I jus' don' deal well wi' tha' shite ," he hisses.

"That's okay," she shrugs, doesn't elaborate. John places a hand on her thigh and she threads her fingers through his, the contact hidden under the counter.

Gaz pats the rabbit's back soothingly, turns to Soap. "Don't worry, mate. From what I gather, cap here doesn't handle it too well, either."

Soap's eyes are bright as a Zippo's flame when he turns back to his boss. "Did ye take care o' him, cap?"

Four sets of eyes on him, John can't really lie like he thought he could. "Yes."

A beat. Soap frowns, wound up and put away wanting. "Well, how so? Bust his nose? Break his leg?"

John turns to Simon who stares back, apparently just as cowed by the notion of actually admitting what he'd taken part in. Kyle just keeps boring holes into the side of John's head. 

"A bear got him first."

To her credit, bunny doesn't flinch under the weight of everyone's gaze like John had. She takes a sip of her cider, casual as can be, smacks her lips.

"Huh?" Soap asks, eloquently.

"Bear. Got him first. Phil abducted me from my motel room four nights ago -."

"What?"

"John and Simon - or rather Kyle, I gather; thanks," the man nods, tilting his water at her. "- tracked me down to the cabin where he'd been stowing me. God knows what John had planned for Phil, but that doesn't matter because in the funniest possible twist of fate imaginable, Phil was already dead by the time they got there."

A beat of silence follows. Two. John resolutely does not look at Simon, or even Kyle, but he allows himself a glance at Soap when the Scot scrunches up his face in confusion. "You said a bear?"

"Yep. Big, aggressive black bear."

"Did you call it in?" Gaz asks and bunny shakes her head, curling her lip.

"Honestly? Wanted to let the crows pick him apart." It's just enough honesty - enough admission - that Gaz nods once and frowns down at the counter in thought.

"Well, cannae blame ya there, bonnie." Soap grabs her another cider and assesses John openly. "What were you plannin' for the little shite when ye go' there?"

John shrugs, leans into how hard it is to meet the eyes of the men around them and plays it off for shame. "Didn't have one. Guess it depended on how hard he would've fought back."

"So you would've killed him?" Gaz accuses and John sighs, leans forward so he can see around bunny. 

"That fucker unloaded two cans of mace in my face, threatened to kill me, schemed his way into bunny's quarters by giving an old man a black eye, broke her fucking leg, and abducted her. And that's just what I've known about, since I personally met him. That's not counting all the -," he waves vaguely and bunny stiffens, proving his point. "So yeah, I might've. And I don't feel bad about leaving him there, either."

Gaz continues to squint, but Simon nods once and it's strange how it's that - after everything the big man had already done to help him along the way - is what finally lets John breathe a little easier, secure in the knowledge he may not have done the right thing, but he at least did the effective thing. Simon has always been a pillar of efficiency.

"Ah'm honestly a bit flapped that bear go' him first," Soap scoffs and John can feel the tension in the room melt around the edges a bit. Gaz continues to frown in a way that lets John know he's not heard the last of Kyle's opinion, but he loosens up a bit when Soap carries on about the particulars of how he would've chosen to dispose of Graves. He's funny about it, gets bunny laughing with increasingly more outlandish deaths. By the time it escalates to Acme products, even Simon is hiding a chuckle behind his mask.

And even Gaz forgets to be stuffy when Soap notes Simon's laughter with a smile, leans up to kiss his cheek with an obnoxious smack of his lips. Simon grumbles, but doesn't break his glass over the smaller man's stupid mohawk and John chokes on a peel of vindication.

He exchanges a wide-eyed glance with Kyle, nearly throws himself over the bar to wrap the two in a congratulatory hug. Bunny's firm grip on his thigh stops him, however, when she pushes him back into his seat and not-so-subtly nods back at Simon. The big lad is flushed pink up to his ears, clearly embarrassed enough. Any other time, John would take that as carte blanche to make the stoic man squirm, but he supposes after all the help he's been, Riley might deserve a little bit of grace.

Besides, the smitten, shit eating grin on Soap's face tells him he'll have plenty of opportunities in the future.

"Oh!' Bunny suddenly proclaims, patting herself all over as if in search of something. She blinks, rolls her eyes at herself and then turns pleading eyes on John. "Could you check to see how the muppets are doing? I lost track with everything going on."

John doesn't even have time to respond before Soap is thumping the counter with a heavy fist. "Elimination game six tonight! Nearly forgo'."

"How'd you know?" John asks as the other man sets up the TV.

"Always remember what my regulars want to watch." The wink he sends bunny is not diminished in quality at all by the kiss he'd just laid on Simon's cheek.

John waits until the muppets have a decent lead before sneaking out for a smoke. Gaz follows, much as John had expected he would. John debates busying himself with unpacking the cars just to stay out of Kyle's way, but he knows it will only delay the inevitable.

He doesn't even wait for John to properly light his cigar.

"You would've made me an accessory."

John nods contemplatively, spins his cigar over the open flame until it smolders. The man's right, is the hardest part. John had been selfish and hasty. Beyond reason. He'd prided himself for many years about his ability to control his bear, but here he'd gone and handed the reins off to the beast after just one altercation with his mate's. Happily. Unthinkingly.

"You didn't have to help." The furrow of Gaz's brow is ominous as he huffs, dropping eye contact. "Look, should I -."

"Not going to the cops," Kyle spits, as if even the taste of the words is bitter on his tongue.

"You know I wouldn't blame you if you did."

"I'm not -." Gaz cuts himself off with a sigh, rolls his head back to study the dead spiders under the awning. "I know it's not up to me to decide if Graves deserved what he got. I just -. I didn't think you were capable of something like that."

John grunts, smoke spilling from his lips. "Neither did I."

It takes a moment but Gaz eventually sighs, nods exactly once and then meets John's eye with a concentrated frown. "So now what?"

Cigar between his teeth, John can't help the overwhelmed sort of smile that stretches his lips. "Couldn't fuckin' tell ya." At Kyle's continued silence, John sighs. "Simon's kept you up to date?"

"Yeah. Most I've heard from him in years, probably."

"Love suits him, doesn't it?" John laughs.

"Don't change the subject."

"Right. Well. It depends on Shepherd, mostly. It's hard to know what he knew, so it's hard to know what to expect. If he knew the girl was there, it's possible he'll have some questions about why Grave's wasn't reported. But if he knew she was there, it's also likely he knew why she would just run for the hills the first chance she got." He shrugs. "Suppose it depends on how much he cares to waste his time and resources."

"Slimy bastards tend to stick together."

"Slimy bastards tend to care only about themselves," John counters. "A man was mauled to death by a big fucking bear in the middle of a tourist town. On his property. It's entirely possible he'll just want to bury this whole thing."

"And Graves was mauled by a bear, was he?"

John scoffs. "Graves was certainly mauled by a bear. No doubt in my mind. But let's say he wasn't. You don't think Shepherd would follow the same logic for murder on his property?"

Gaz looks like he has plenty more to say, but he just sighs, nods again. "Okay. Cross that bridge when we get there, I guess?"

"You won't be part of that, Gaz. Promise. The only crime that was committed was a failure to report a death. And it would be hard to prove any of us actually saw him."

"Should've at least reported the bear," Gaz grumbles and John suppresses a laugh.

"Yeah. Hindsight. Think we were all pretty shaken, though."

"Yeah."

They sit in silence another moment while John studies the cherry of his cigar. "How's uni going?"

"Mm. Good. Learning a lot."

"Clearly," John chuckles, thinking of all the backdoor cyber gobbledegook nonsense the younger man must've pulled to help them out the way he had. "Sincerely can't thank you enough, Kyle."

"You can thank me by never asking me again."

"Fair. How long you in town?"

"Just the weekend. I'll be back for break, though."

"Gonna need a summer job, kid?"

"You offerin' one, old man?"

"Always got a spot for you."

Gaz laughs, sticks his hands in his pockets. "Suppose it depends if I'm still mad at you."

John laughs as he stubs out his cigar. "Fair again. Well I better head in. The woman says I must be a good luck charm for those muppets so she'll be mad they get behind in my absence. You coming in?"

"Whipped already?" Garrick teases and John just nods with a grin. "Nah, don't like fifth wheeling. I'm headed out for the night. Tell everyone I said goodnight. See you tomorrow?"

"'Fraid not. Busy all day."

"Gross," Kyle gripes, and John just laughs.

"Have a good night, Gaz," he says, clapping the man on the shoulder.

"I'd say the same to you but I'm scared you'll make an inappropriate joke about it."

"Reasonable fear."

Gaz turns back as he's climbing into his car. "She's cute, by the way. I'd say she's nice but, well."

"She is nice. Just don't break her leg. Or kidnap her."

"Right," Kyle grins. "'Night, cap."

***

The muppets end up winning by the skin of their teeth. Simon makes a comment about the next game and you huff something about one game at a time. 

It's late when you make your way up John's steps. Well, John does, rather. You just hold tight and marvel at his ability to climb stairs with you thrown over his shoulder.  He sets you up in bed while he putters about a little while longer, getting the place settled after being away so long. You think you see a touch of obsession in his meticulousness and you wonder if it has more to do with his human preferences, or his bear's need to keep a cozy den. You wonder how many other idiosyncrasies you've yet to discover.

You call him out on it when his fiddling brings him back to the bedroom but he just smiles and kisses your forehead, says he's nearly done.

"Keeping me awake!" you holler after him goodnaturedly when he heads back out the door. 

"Good, I need your opinion!"

When he returns, he's fussing with the fern he'd insisted on getting that day at the market, holding it out for inspection as he runs a finger over the coarse hairs of the aerial roots. "This look too dried out to you?"

You can't help but smile as your finger joins his, stroking over the knobby, dehydrated joints. The leaves look a little wilted, but they're still a good dark color. And John's nothing if not nurturing.

"Nothing you can't fix, I'm sure"

Aaaaand fin (?) Shoutout to @/400badrequest for the idea to cap this part off here. I rushed the last few chapters because I'm ready to move onto some other projects, and I didn't want to treat the last leg the same way. As of right now, the plan is to eventually add a second part to deal with Shepherd, but in case I don't, or if you don't return for the second half, just pretend that selfish asshole was just like, "Well that sucks. Feel better, Graves!" That being said, I still owe two anons a double date and a mating season scene which I didn't write up cause I thought I'd squeeze them in here somehow. So if you don't see them pop up in the drabbles, it's because I'm cooking with them for the next part >:) Please lmk what you think!

That's all but you can find some non-canonical drabbles of these two here

[emotionaldashtoons]

Fanfiction Disear Scenes in Inside Out 2 💜💚💜💚

(WARNING!: CONTAINS SPOILERS! Exit if you want or you can enjoy the fan dialouge I have created. Also... imagine these scenes with Bill and Mindy's voices into this).

Disear Scene 1

*Emotions still wandering around to find the Stream of Consciousness*

Joy: We only have a few hours until Riley falls asleep again. But we have to find the Stream of Consciousness.

Anger: Well we have to or Anxiety will get it!

*Fear looks at Disgust to start asking questions to her*

Disgust: You got that right Anger..

Fear: Well I don't usually get it.

Disgust: You don't get that Anxiety had better ideas than you.

Fear: No.. it's just that.. well. You know what! It's stupid.

Disgust: What's stupid?

Fear: Me thinking how much attention you get.

*Disgust's eyes widens open*

Fear: Envy liking your hair and the crush you have on Lance Slashblade. It makes me think that... Man! I wish I could be that kind of guy for you. I mean you with me! No! I mean!

Disgust: What do you mean "That kind of guy?"

*Awkward pause hits, Fear clicks in*

Fear: Darn it! Let's just try to continue finding The Stream of Consciousness before Riley heads to sleep. It just seems that Anxiety is making Riley all hyper-active.

Joy: That's right Fear! Right after you're awkward fearful mannerisms. If Riley's hyper-active, don't you think the mind should be having a...!

*Suddenly Riley's mind shakes starting a litte headache, almost like an earthquake. Fear gets horrified and jumps onto Disgust's arms. They look at each other awkwardly, Fear chuckles but Disgust drops him with a disgusted look*

Joy: ....Headache. Let's get moving.

~~~•~~~

Scene 2

*After Joy's delusional freakout, Joy cries and Anger tries to show Joy how to find positivity*

Anger: Joy... you made a few mistakes. Like a lot.. and you'll make a whole lot more in the future. And if you let that stop you, we might as well lay down and give up now. But that's not happening to us, even for our Riley.

*Disgust and Fear are watching Anger comforting Joy as they both realize they've been jerks as well*

Fear: I always never thought having a mind-filled adventure that would lead so much into anxiousness.

Disgust: And I thought I was the only one complaining.

Fear: We feel so... useless!

*Fear kicks a memory, and it rolls to the way on where we see the forgetters. Somehow Fear has an idea*

Fear: Guys! I may be too scared..... but I have an idea.

*He looks at the forgetters and starts insulting them*

Fear: Excuse me! Sir! Mam! Is it just me or is your big fat teeny tiny body ain't working for those big fat heads of yours distracting Riley in life?

Forgetter Paula: Why you!

Forgetter Bobby: You're gonna regret that!

Fear: Yeah, but I just have one more thing to say... is this yours?

*Somehow Fear snuck in their taser and the forgetters let go of the chute and Anger pushes Forgetter Bobby*

Fear: Hop on guys! This might be unsafe, but it's worth it!

*Joy smiles as the four emotions start blasting away up top, as they land safely. Fear catches Disgust*

Fear: OH! Pardon me, Disgust.

Disgust: It's alright... you were alright.

*Fear and Disgust look at each other for a few seconds until Joy cuts them off from their adorkable staring*

Joy: Come on guys, we got a kid to save!

~~~•~~~

Scene 3

*The brainstorm is happening because of Anxiety trying to find a big idea while Joy is wacking any single light bulb she could, Anger insists they have to catch a lightbulb, Disgust tries to but before she falls, screaming for life, Fear catches her once again, they locked eyes on each other*

Disgust: I'm scared!

Fear: I'm scared too! But don't be... I got your back!

Anger: I hate to be Mr. and Mrs. Disear here but the ideas are too small!

*After Anxiety tries to get the most biggest idea ever, the emotions fall as Fear officially catches all of his emotional friends with a parachute*

Joy: You have a parachute!?

Fear: Yes! The real question is... why don't any of you?

*As they land safely they get out of under the parachute, Joy and Anger are cheering with success, as Disgust looks at Fear*

Fear: It's... something that Lance Slashblade couldn't usually do. I mean I didn't mean literally, you like him more than me! I mean that's because we're both protective for Riley and us! I mean-!

*Disgust shushes Fear up by covering his lips with her hand, she smiles*

Disgust: You're my hero.

Fear: *Laughs nervously and blushes* Well, we do have something in common.

Disgust: Like what?

Fear: We keep Riley safe from dangerous potential poisonous disasters.

Joy: Awwwww...

Anger: This is too much sweetness for me! We got a Sense of Self to find!

Joy: Let's go! You're mine, Anxiety!

~~~•~~~

Final Scene

*After fixing the Sense of Self and preventing Riley's panic attack, all nine emotions are getting along with each other as Riley has new friends as her old friends had switch schools. Anxiety gets a little too anxious as Joy comforts her by giving her own lucky chair to relax while drinking a cup of tea. Sadness is impressed by Anger's new buddy, Pouchy (right after the memory avalanche scene), as Ennui lets Anxiety play games on her phone, Embarrassment finally speaks with glee, and we cut to our fanmade Fear and Disgust scene we are getting to)

Fear: Okay. Tell me a secret you haven't told me.

Disgust: I was never fully in love with Lance Slashblde.

Fear: Wait! I thought you-!

Disgust: You guys did! But... I'm more of a fan girl from him, he isn't usually my type.

Fear: Really. *chuckles*

Disgust: I'm usually more into a guy that would... protect me and Riley from potential dangerous yet poisonous disasters.

*Fear and Disgust look at each other with wide looks like she meant it for real, then they laugh for a moment as Envy sneaks up behind them and makes them kiss each other, they are blushingly shocked after what Envy did. But Fear and Disgust smile at each other as they let it slide, as Envy jumps onto Fear and Disgust*

Envy: I want the piece of that action!

~~~•~~~

Well, what do you think guys, did I try hard enough to entertain you with the fanfic or was it too personal for me of wanting more from the sequel. Because I try giving the idea of Fear loving Disgust as the other characters can be aware of it as mostly a silly yet adorkable subplot. If you like it, good for you. If you didn't read this, make sure to go see the sequel yourself, because this dialouge I created, won't be in the movie. Let me know in down below in the comments.

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Marco brainrot :( he's so kind and handsome and strong I WANT TO BITE HIM

Im sorry if hes ooc im still getting used to writing.

SFW!

Marco the phoenix x reader

You presume your downfall can be attributed to a Mr. Portagus D Ace.

You don't know what he said but considering how drunk he was last night when you caught him whispering to Marco and the way he's now avoiding you, it must've been something. And the way Marco is staring at you right now is a pretty big indicator of the topic(your big fat crush).

Seriously though, it's really distracting.

You think that if you don't acknowledge it, maybe he won't either and then everything can be normal and fine and the same.

This is what you tell yourself as you retie the same knot you've been trying to tie for the last 3 minutes, Marco's gaze burning on the back of your neck. The sweltering heat of this islands climate doesn't really help the anxiety tummy ache you have but it's not like you can go visit the ship's doctor because he's- oh right behind you apparently.

"I'm sure I taught you better than this"

And then he's right in your space, strong arms curling around you, caging you in and he hooks his head over your shoulder. He starts pulling the knot apart.

"Distracted-yoi?"

His voice is lilted, you think he's teasing you but you can barely hear what he's saying with how the blood is rushing to your head. You do a half hearted little nod as you watch his hands move, muscles and tendons flexing, you wonder how strong they are and how they would feel holding you and you really hope also that you aren't drooling.

When he's finished, he doesn't step away like you expect. Instead his hands come to rest on your waist, gentle but firm, and you feel like you're going insane.

He hums lightly behind u, tightens his grip ever so slightly and then presses a barely-there-kiss to your shoulder before moving away. By the time your brain comes back online and you turn around he's nowhere to be found on deck.

"What the fuck"

Your whispering feels very loud now that you're alone.

-

With how distracted you are, you end up getting sent to your room by one of the assistant doctors to 'cool down'. You proceed to spend the next 2 hours before dinner alternating between frantic pacing and staring at the wall.

How are you actually supposed to proceed from here? Does this mean he reciprocates your feelings? Did he just think it would be funny- no he's not like that and pops wouldn't allow someone to do that. But how the hell are you supposed to bring that up??

The chaotic stream of thoughts are interrupted by a light tap tap tap on your door.

"Heyy... can i come in"

Its Ace. He sounds scared like he's worried you might hurt him for his little slip up.

He's right. Murder is on the to-do list.

"Sure but you waive your right to safety" Your tone is bitey but not cold because even though he snitched, you did get a kiss out of it.

His sigh of relief is loud as the door swings open,

"I really thought you weren't gonna let me in after-"

"Don't remind me."

"Yep right sorry" He looks pale and you decide to give him some grace.

"...He kissed me"

"WHAT"

"DON'T BE SO LOUD"

"HOW CAN I NOT BE WHEN YOU DROP SOMETHING LIKE THAT"

"JUST STOP YELLING"

"YOU STOP YELLING"

"OKAY THEN"

"OKAY"

You look at each other. He's grinning at you and you finally let yourself feel just the giddy butterflies.

"He kissed me"

"I knew it was gonna work out"

"No you didn't"

"No I didn't"

"I don't know what to do now though"

His brow furrows, "What do you mean, he kissed you so that's like a confession right? you're like dating now"

"Well it was like- he kissed my shoulder"

"If anything that sounds more intimate, I'm not seeing the issue"

"Well he didn't say anything about it"

"So you say something"

"NO"

"DON'T SHOUT"

"I'M NOT"

"OKAY"

"But seriously what would I even say, 'oh hi, you know when you basically cradled me against you on the deck and kissed me did that like mean anything or were you just trying something different?' No way, I'll sound stupid"

His face softens and his tone is a lot more reassuring when he says, "I'm sure it did mean something"

"How can you know" Your voice wobbles and this is so embarrassing.

"Just- why don't you sit next to him now at dinner?"

"But that's your usual spot?"

"I'll move up a bit"

"No I don't want to cause you problems too- AND people will definitely point it out"

"No they won't"

"Yes they will"

"No come on just- hey slow down" You're speedwalking out of the room like you can't hear him.

-

Nobody does point it out but you still wish you weren't pressed side to side with your division commander right now.

Ace had somehow managed to distract you enough that you didn't even notice Marco was the one moving to sit by you. It had ended up with Ace in Marco's usual place, you in Ace's and Marco in yours. What's worse is that Ace is now stuffing his face, paying no mind to conversation, so you have no distraction from the heavy, warm hand that's settled on your knee.

It's so hard to eat when you feel likr you heart is about to burst out of your chest. Still you manage to choke down a fair amount, 1. because it's your favourite and 2. because if your mouth is full then you don't have to talk to Marco.

You tilt your head to look at him and lock eyes, his mouth lifts a bit at the corners and he squeezes your knee gently before turning back to whatever conversation he was having. His calm demeanor is not at all helping.

By the time you've eaten your fill, you feel like you're vibrating. You're quick to stand up from the table and rush to put your plate in the pile before practically sprinting out of the hall. You know he's watching you go but you honestly think your blood pressure is hitting a new all time high.

-

The next few days or so go pretty much the same. Marco doing something that is heart attack worthy and you running away but trying to make it seem like you're not.

In this timeframe he has; caught you bridal style after the ship rocked too harshly, given you his shirt after a wardrobe mishap on an island(not mentioning the way he covered you up with his wings to protect your privacy), licked some spare icing off the corner of your mouth- which nearly made you faint- and that's only the half of it.

Coincidentally, you are now also dealing with another problem. A new recruit seems to have taken quite a liking to you and is apparently making it their mission to bother you every spare second of the day.

-

"Goodmorning!"

"...morning"

"Ah your sweet voice is such a good mood booster...though I would like to hear it even earlier"

Their tone is- well it's attempting to be sultry and the smirk on their face tells you that was definitely an innuedo but before you can reply with something in the realm of 'thats inappropriate', a strong, stern voice cuts through the air.

"Then how about you take the second late shift tonight."

You nearly laugh.

"W-well I don't uhm- I didn't- yes sir"

Their voice is defeated as they return to their duties but you won't lie, you don't even feel a twinge of empathy because thank god you don't have to deal with that anymore.

You turn slowly, because despite the rookies comment it's still barely daylight, and you are tired.

"Thank you. I could've dealt with it though" You can't help the way you smile when you look at him god you must look so silly.

"I know"

He's grinning lazily at you, posture relaxed and open.

"But you're important to me, I can't risk losing you to someone else-yoi"

You feel a rush of butterflies in your stomach and you cant help the giggle that escapes your mouth. You cringe, slapping a hand over your mouth because you don't giggle, you're not a giggler, how are you always embarrassing yourself. His grin widens more and he steps close to you,

"Cute...but let me see your pretty face hm?"

His hand is gentle in the way it grabs your wrist and tugs but you still didn't expect the strength there so you stumble forwards slightly. He seems to use this as an opportunity and his other arm curls tight around your waist and pulls you flush.

He clicks his tongue at you,

"Careful"

He somehow pulls you even closer together, your chests are touching and his thigh is brushing the inside of your own. He's so close to your face and he's leaning in and your lips brush and-

"Commander!"

You can see the way Marco's mouth twists in displeasure and to be honest you feel just as disappointed.

You feel dazed as he steps away from you to talk to whoever had decided to interrupt. You just keep replaying the moment in your head, the way he held you like you were everything. You don't even notice his conversation is finished until a warm hand brushes your cheek.

"huh"

"Lost in thought again-yoi?"

He looks slightly less irritated now but the lines of frustration are still noticeable in his face.

"I have to go back to the med bay now"

"Okay"

You still feel hazy to be honest, the fact that he was so close is just melting your brain. But you're cognizant enough to recognise the way his face drops ever so slightly and then you make up your mind.

Before you can chicken out or throw up, your hand comes up and grips the front of Marco's shirt and you yank him towards you. He doesn't have time to react before you're sliding your mouth over his, sweet and smooth.

You pull back,

"I'll see you later then yeah?"

He looks like he's been struck dumb.

"...Yeah"

But by the time he's responded you're already bouncing off inside to continue with your chores.

-

Welp okay that's the end because im not sure where else to go with it but i hope its good. I just get so sad there's not that much Marco fics😔. If you want a part two i can see what i can think of, but if you have ideas feel free to share also! I will write nsfw but I don't know if it'll be good so fair warning :)

[iiseult]

RED-HANDED: Gyutaro x reader - College!AU (part 1)

CWs -> surprise! It’s pervy!Gyutaro, femdom reader, masturbation, degradation, spit play, public sex, slapping (only once and he likes it), calling Gyu a good boy, he’s pathetic and I love him

Note: Does this count as Kinktober? I really wanted to participate this month but I’m an engineering student in college, so enough said. I’ll make part two likeeeee whenever I feel like it. Pls lmk what u think!!!! <3

word count: 3k

It was Gyutaro’s turn to host the study session. All day he had been running around, cleaning his dorm room to eliminate anything potentially embarrassing. He’d never had a girl over before, let alone a girl like you, and he might have been overthinking it a little. Would you be turned off by the socks his roommate had left lying around? What about the smell? Should he hide the protein powder? He had such a big, fat crush on you, and every time he thought about the two of you spending time alone together, the intrusive thoughts would beat out the rational thoughts. In no time at all, he’d be succumbing to his sexual fantasies, fisting his cock desperately to images of you and trying to rid his mind of them to no avail. How was he going to survive a night of your undivided attention?

Originally, it wasn’t supposed to be a one-on-one thing. Every Tuesday, a different friend from the group hosted a late-night study session at their dorm, and everyone except Gyutaro had already volunteered. He couldn't avoid it any longer; he was doomed. It was supposed to be you, your best friend, his roommate, Gyutaro, and Gyutaro’s roommate, but everyone got frat flu the previous weekend and had to take a rain check. Even Gyutaro’s own roommate couldn’t make it, deciding to go home for the rest of the week and recover. So, everyone had canceled. That is, everyone except you and Gyutaro. He was thinking of just calling the whole thing off after that, secretly relieved to avoid having people over his place for a little longer, but you wouldn’t hear of it. Your midterm was on Thursday, and you couldn’t lose a valuable study session.

It was already 7:50 pm– 10 minutes before you were scheduled to arrive– and he was taking care of some last-minute, anxiety-fueled cleaning. The bed was already made, the garbage had been taken out, all his laundry was clean and neatly folded away, and his desk was set up for a long night of studying. He had even sprayed a few bursts of his roommate’s air freshener, making the whole place stink of “fresh morning dew,” whatever that was. In those last 10 minutes before your arrival, Gyutaro even found himself practicing basic hygiene– something a bit out of the ordinary for him. He brushed his teeth and tongue vigorously until his gums bled, washed his face, applied an extra layer of deodorant, and re-did the bun his hair had been rotting in all day. Now, he was ready.

At precisely 8:01 pm, he heard a knock at the door, and sprang to his feet as if the chair he had been sitting on was on fire. He had been staring off into space and nervously tapping his foot in anticipation, wringing his hands and chewing at his lip and fighting back dirty thoughts about what you might be wearing, and before he knew it, the time had come. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Evening, Gyutaro,” you said, half-smiling and leaning to the left under the weight of the heavy bag that was slung over your shoulder. As usual, you were well-dressed, sporting a white button-down, brown blazer, and a pair of blue jeans that fit you perfectly. He tried not to stare, but the top two buttons of your shirt had come undone, and he couldn’t help but notice how exposed your cleavage was. He gulped. This was going to be a long, long night.

“C-come in, make yourself comfortable. You can sit wherever you want,” he said, grinning nervously, stepping to the side and holding the door open to allow you entry. You nodded and brushed past him, your clothed shoulder grazing him gently. He shivered, hoping you wouldn’t notice. As soon as you entered the room, you made a b-line for Gyutaro’s bed, thrusting your bag onto it and plopping down unceremoniously on your back. You let out a sigh. The day had been stressful, and you wanted so badly to relax and release some tension, but there was work to be done.

After lying down for a few seconds to decompress, you noticed that it was oddly silent and sat up, half expecting Gyutaro to have joined you on the bed by now. But Gyutaro hadn’t moved from the doorway. He was still standing there, slack-jawed and staring. He couldn’t believe a girl was in his bed– you were in his bed– and she was there of her own free will. You had wanted to come, asking him not to cancel, and you had chosen his bed as the place to spend the evening. Not the desk and chair, not the floor, not the couch, but his bed. He gulped. He had imagined this many times before, and seeing you like that caused a specific few images to flash across his mind. His cock twitched. You were staring back at him.

“Gyu? Are you coming?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and readjusting yourself so there was room for him to sit next to you. He quickly shook himself out of his stupor and closed the door, walking awkwardly over to join you, hoping that if he put his hands in the pockets of his shorts you wouldn’t notice the growing bulge underneath them. When he reached the bed, he leaned his hips against the edge of it and crossed his arms, attempting to conceal his embarrassment. If you had noticed, you showed no signs of it, just crossing your legs and getting a little bit more comfortable.

“So, um… What subject did you want to study? Maybe we could work through some textbook problems together, or…” he trailed off, his eyes darting around and landing anywhere but you.

“Sure, sounds good. Hey, it’s hot in here, do you have a fan or something?” you asked, looking around and fanning yourself with your hand. Gyutaro frowned deeply and shook his head, suddenly feeling like a complete failure for not being able to provide you comfort.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. Maybe I could open a window?” he offered, gesturing to the pathetically small window on the other side of the room.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ll improvise,” you replied. He was about to ask what you meant, but stopped short when your hands flew to your button-down shirt, undoing two more buttons from the top like it was nothing.

“Wh-what are you d-doing?!” He stuttered, looking away from you and at the wall instead to try and distract his racing thoughts. Even though he tore his gaze away as soon as he realized what you were doing, he still couldn’t help but see the very top rim of your nude-colored bra poking out from your shirt teasingly. Not to mention the swell of your plump breasts. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to calm himself down and stop his now fully erect cock from getting any bigger.

“Gyutaro? What’s wrong, are you okay?” You purred, leaning down so you were face-to-face. He opened his eyes. That was a mistake. From the way you were sitting, he had a perfectly unobstructed view of your cleavage, which was spilling out of your bra and unbuttoned shirt. He guessed that your nipples were just below where the fabric began. His eyes widened, and a jolt of electricity was sent straight to his cock, which was straining desperately against the side of the bed. He let out a tiny, almost inaudible whimper, but due to your proximity, it was not lost on you. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, asking again if everything was ok, but there was a teasing undertone to your voice and a glint in your eyes that he hadn’t noticed before. Were you really…doing this on purpose?

“Uhm, don’t you think you sh-should, you know, b-button your shirt back up a…a little more?” he stammered, face flushed so red that he looked almost feverish. His eyes were still wide, and absolutely glued to your tits, like he was in a trance.

“Why? You don’t think I look pretty like this?” you teased, leaning forward even more and trailing your hand from his bony shoulder down to his bicep, which was, admittedly, larger than you’d anticipated. You wondered if anything else about him was larger than you’d anticipated…

“N-no! I mean, no, it’s not that! You…hah…look…” he rasped, not even able to form a complete sentence. He was no idiot. He knew what you were doing, playing with him like that. He knew you didn’t have any real interest in him, that you just wanted some easy attention from a pathetic virgin who would drool over anything with a cup size. It hurt, knowing that, and he didn’t want it to be that way. But just as much as that was true, he also wanted to know what it would feel like. Would it be as good as he imagined, cupping your heavy tits in his ugly, rough hands and running his thumbs over your sensitive nipples? Would you arch into his touch, begging for more?

Before you could even react, he was out the door, disappearing down the hallway towards the men’s room. You could only guess what he intended to do there. Probably cry, you assumed, having seen the expression on his face before he left. Instead of following him, you decided to give him a minute, hoping he’d come back before too long.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro knew what he had to do. He had to get rid of these feelings, get it out of his system once and for all. Thankfully, the bathroom was deserted and he had the luxury of solitude. He hoped he could get it done quickly before someone interrupted.

Gyutaro locked himself in a stall and pulled his pants down feverishly, finally freeing his throbbing cock and taking it expertly into his big hand. He wasted no time, pumping his fist up and down to the image of your tits in his face, imagining what it would be like to touch them, to take them in his mouth and suck them until they were black and blue. Before long, his head was thrown back and he was letting out soft, desperate pants. In fact, he was so enraptured in his fantasy that he didn’t notice when someone else entered the bathroom.

You had decidedly waited for him long enough, and went to go check to make sure he really was ok, but this was not what you were expecting to find. When you quietly opened the door, you were about to whisper his name when you noticed the wet slapping sound and choked-back moans coming from the first stall. You peered under the door and sure enough, your eyes were met with the sight of Gyutaro’s bottom half, shorts pooled around his ankles and legs shaking. You grinned. This was even better than you had hoped. Did that little trick you pulled really affect him this much?

“Gyuuu~ it’s just me! Open the door,” you said gently, hoping your sweet tone would lull him into a false sense of security. Suddenly, he went silent, freezing with his fist squeezing his cock. Panic seized him, and he was silent for a moment.

“Uh! Uhhh, h-how did you g-get in here?” he choked out, not knowing what else to say.

“Walked. C’mon, open up. Wanna see you,” you replied, now standing directly in front of his stall’s door. He hesitated for a moment, but soon made up his mind; he didn’t care anymore, he couldn’t stand it any longer and he wanted you to use him. He scrambled to quickly pull up his shorts and underwear, not even bothering to retie the drawstring, and opened the door hastily. His face was burning with shame, his eyes downcast, and his hair disheveled. To you, he had never looked more delicious.

“What are you doing?” you asked, taking a step towards him, forcing him to take a step back.

“Using the bathroom…” he lied, stuffing his hands back in his pockets again to try and hide his erection. Unfortunately for him, all it did was draw your attention downwards.

“You don’t have to hide it, Gyu. I already know. Why do you think I came tonight in the first place?” you asked, not even trying to hide the fact that you were eyeing his bulge hungrily.

“But-”

“Now keep going,” you ordered, and Gyutaro’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He didn’t move.

“I said,” you began, grabbing his chin between your thumb and index finger, “Keep. Going.”

He whimpered, biting his lip, but obediently dropped his pants and underwear back down to his ankles and released his dick, the tip of which was bright red and slathered with precum. You moved your hand from his chin to his shoulder and pressed down, forcing him to sit back on the toilet. Now, you were standing above him, looking down with a perfect view. You looked at him expectantly, and slowly, he brought a shaking hand down to his shaft, gingerly engulfing it in his hand and giving it a few weak pumps. You shook your head disapprovingly, frowning at him. His eyes widened.

“This won’t do. You need…extra encouragement. Open your mouth,” you instructed.

“Why?” he asked demurely, but did as you asked. You didn’t answer verbally, instead choosing to show him why.

You pressed your thumb past his lips and onto the middle of his tongue, and his reaction was almost immediate. He stuck his tongue out more to accommodate your finger, eyes half-lidded and gazing up at you with…love? Lust? It was impossible to distinguish between the two when it came to him. Without a second thought, he resumed stroking his dick at the same pace as before, his body seemingly acting with a mind of its own. You smiled, pressing down harder on his tongue. His brows furrowed and a string of saliva dripped out of the corner of his mouth, falling past his chin and onto the floor. He let out a pathetic, strangled sort of sound, breathy and high-pitched, and you giggled. He was even better than you had imagined.

“Wowww, what a good boy!” you praised.

“Do you think you can take another one of my fingers?”

“Uh-huh! Eea, I eeea!” he tried to say, coming across as incoherent, but you got the message loud and clear. You smiled down at him lovingly and swapped your thumb for your index and middle fingers, which were obviously longer and grazed the back of his throat. Immediately, he gagged, his eyes involuntarily screwing shut, tears pricking their corners, but you didn’t relent. He would adjust.

“Come on, you can take it,” you crooned, thrusting your digits even further back into his soft, wet throat. He gagged again and bit down, catching your knuckles between his jagged teeth. He hadn’t bitten you very hard, but still, the sting of your skin breaking slightly was enough.

Without warning, you slapped him across the face with the palm of your other hand, making him yelp and accidentally squeeze his cock a little tighter. The sound echoed throughout the bathroom, ringing in the silence. He was shocked, even a little scared, but for some reason, it was affecting him heavily. After hesitating only for a brief second, he started pumping himself desperately, even faster than before, feeling like all the blood in his entire body had rushed to his cock at once the second your palm made contact with his cheek. You grinned. You knew it, you just knew it. You had a feeling he would like that. It was a risky move, but one you were glad you made. He let out another moan, the first real unrestrained one you had heard from him. The vibrations made your fingers tingle.

“Mmm, good boy, you’re being such a good boy for me, Gyu. Bet you’re getting close now, aren’t you?” you asked, removing your fingers from his mouth and allowing him to answer properly.

“Y-yes!” he breathed, “‘m getting so close, ‘m gonna cum soon! Please, c’n I cum?” he begged, tear-filled eyes gazing up at you in absolute desperation. And how could you say no to that?

“In a second. Stick out your tongue.”

He did, closing his eyes, eagerly ready to accept whatever you would give him, but nothing could have prepared him.

You leaned down close and spit in his mouth.

Immediately, he came.

“Ngh- Ahh! Huh- ah- ah- mmh!” he whined, voice breaking as the thick, white liquid shot violently out of his aching dick, covering his hand, your shirt, and part of his own shirt in globs of it. He worked himself through it, a few more spurts bubbling out from his tip and leaking down the shaft. There was so much of it, you knew he was holding it in for so long because of you. His thighs shook from the aftershock, and his chest heaved, he was so fucked out. You wanted so badly to just take off your panties and sink down onto his glistening length, sheathing him inside your already soaking, tight pussy to hear him whine that it was too much, but that would have to wait for another time. Maybe a time when you weren’t in a public restroom.

“Clean yourself up and meet me back in your room. There’s something else I want to try.”

With that, you left him sitting there, cock in hand, covered in his own hot cum and wondering if it had all just been a dream.

(pt. 2)

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tag list: @sanemisstalker @vampcubus @flametrashira

ermmmmm idk how tagging ppl works but if I tagged u it’s cause I want u to read this shit but no pressure :-)

[tumble-tv]

I hate that I'm disabled. I'm all for disability pride and loving yourself no matter what, but holy shit I hate my body.

If I use my mobility aids at work I risk losing my job because it's all physical labor and using my hands and walking around and guiding people and all of that. But if I don't use them then I'm in so much pain that it feels like someone broke all of my bones and dislocated every joint and then ran me over with a cement roller. However, there's a slim chance that I could talk to my boss and work it out so that I could be in a different area or have accommodations.

For my other job as a volunteer EMT, though, I would 100% not be able to do that anymore. I haven't even been certified for a year and I already have to think about how I won't be able to be a paramedic like I always wanted. I gave up on my dream of being a firefighter when my illnesses suddenly got worse years ago, but since they've only gotten worse and worse over the years to the point where I miss a ridiculous amount of school and sleep the majority of the time I'm not working or at appointments, I have to give up on this too.

My dream since I was four of being a ballet dancer, of gracefully moving across the stage in sparkly costumes and my hair slicked back and being like the big kids at my dance studio ended when I was twelve. Eight years of the dancing that I love with all my heart out the window because my body decided to give up and stop working the way it should. I had to leave before I went on pointe, my biggest dream, and I have to watch as my friends from ballet get to do what I dreamed of for so many years while I rot in bed and doctors refuse to give me answers. Even if I could go back, I've been out for nearly five years and my studio got tanked by COVID.

I've watched as every single one of my dreams has been crushed by my body slowly falling apart. I've watched as all of my friends drift away because my body can't keep up and they get mad at me for it. I've watched as my friends go out to parties and concerts and vacations while I have no idea why I'm in so much pain and my joints dislocate and it hurts to even write my own name and doctors all say it's anxiety and I'm fat.

I hate that I'm disabled, and that's just as valid as loving that I'm disabled. I'm allowed to be mad about it. I'm allowed to cry about it. I'm allowed to mourn the body I had and the life I wished for. I'm allowed to hate my body for tarnishing the dreams of a seven year old who was told that when he got better they would get a cake.

[yunhonumeris1fane]

Destination reached•JYH

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“You have a flight leaving this evening, but your brother, who promised to take you to the airport, suddenly can’t. So instead, he asks Yunho, to drive you to the airport”

Genre - fluff

Pairing - idol_yunho x non idol_reader; Seonghwa cameo

Warnings - none

Words - a lot

You have a big upcoming trip with your classmates from college. You will be going to Italy, visit a lot of museums and do architectural sightseeing. You’re super thrilled, as it’s the first time you got an opportunity to go abroad. But being away for a week from your friends and family feels tough, you feel a little guilty too. So to ease your mind, your brother promised to take you to the airport. But things didn’t go as planned.

“Seonghwa, what do you mean you can’t?” you are on the phone with your brother, who just told you he wouldn’t be able to do so.

“I’m sorry, Some things came up and I don’t think I can take you there” he keeps on apologizing, as you feel hopelessness clouding your mind. You’re leaving in less than 6 hours and the whole situation makes you go nuts.

“listen, I know you might not like this, but Yunho can drive you to the airport, he’s not as busy” 

 He technically could, but you weren’t exactly as close to him as to the other members of the group. You always had this awkward tension between you. And it was partially or definitely because you had a big fat crush on that man. Ever since the first day you met them, he has been on your heart’s radar. He wasn’t exactly your type at the beginning, you always liked guys like Jungkook. But somehow your heart decided that Yunho was the one. And day by day you started liking him more and more, until he became your ideal type, changing everything.

“You’re right I don’t like it” you admit, thoughts of being in the same car with Yunho scared the hell out of you.

“I think it’s an opportunity to move things between both of you. I know you have a crush on him. I can’t tell you if he does have feelings for you or not, but you gotta do something. And that something is letting him drive you to the airport” Seonghwa encourages you, in a gentle voice, not wanting to scare you.

“Is that why you backed out?”

“Nooo…” He disagrees, but the tone of his voice, somewhat guilty, tells you otherwise.

“Well… I guess he can. He’s not gonna charge me, is he?” you question your brother, as the main reason you agreed on your brother to driving you there, was for you to save money.

“Of course not” he laughs at your absurd question, “I’ll go talk to him and will text you the details. Good luck” and with that hangs up.

 You toss your phone on the bed and sit down, scratching your head, to relieve the stress. If your brother was a cupid, he’d be a brutal one, just throwing you right under a bus. 

 Looking through your bedroom window, you notice that it’s getting darker and darker outside, reminding you once again, that the trip is right around the corner. You try to hype yourself up, pushing away the panicky thoughts and get scared by a notification sound on your phone. 

You glance over your phone and there’s a message from ‘Bro’. You click on the message and read thoroughly. 

'Yunho is gonna stop by your house at 12, a little earlier, but it’s better to be early than be late. Have a safe trip, enjoy your flight and bring me some snacks, I know you’re taking a big luggage 😇☺️🤭'

‘My luggage is already full of clothes 🙂'

‘you lyin🤨'

‘at least one snacc pls 🧎'

Fast forward to 12, you’re already set to go, your body’s slightly trembling from anxiety as Yunho could be here anytime. You take your luggage and head outside, to sit on the front porch. As you watch several cars pass you notice a black fancy car, with tinted windows, pulling up to your house. As the car comes to a stop, a tall man, dressed in black hoodie and black sweatpants gets out. You squint your eyes to see better, as you struggle to recognise him. It should be obvious that it’s him, but you stay on guard, maybe it’s some kidnapper or who knows.

“Y/n?” he greets you and you immediately recognise the voice. You couldn’t forget his sweet and gentle voice. So you lift yourself off the cold ground and taking the luggage in one hand, head over to him.

 When you approach the man, he smiles at you and walks around the car to open the trunk, “go sit in the car, I’ll take it”, he gestures as you  release the grip on the luggages handle and with a nod make your way over to the passenger’s side of the car. You open the door and have yourself seated in the car. You watch through the side view mirror as he lifts your luggage and puts it into the trunk, closing it shortly after and heading back to the car. He sits into the driver’s seat and looks over at you.

“Are you nervous?” he inquires, seeing you fidgeting with your fingers. You shake your head as you try to get yourself comfortable in the seat, but it’s way too reclined and it feels like it was used by a tall person earlier.

“Oh, forgot, Mingi was sitting here yesterday” he remembers, noticing the big gap between you and the dashboard. He leans towards you, “I’ll fix it real quick”, as he reaches for a knob at the side of your seat and twists it, adjusting your seat. His body inches apart from yours, sends electricity like signals all over your body. He’s so close that the sweet scent of his cologne hits your nostrils, making your heart beat like crazy.

“this okay”, he rests his hand against the door, looking you in the eyes, searching for an answer.

“y-yeah” you mumble, unable to form words as he smiles once again and returns to his seat, to buckle up. He then places his one hand on the steering wheel and starts the vehicle with another one. Shortly after he maneuvers the car out of the driveway and the trip begins.

 The first 10 or so minutes feel like torture, neither Yunho or you say a word, he’s driving while you’re looking out through the window, watching the streets, the people and the life around.

“I’ll let you in on a secret” Yunho finally breaks the silence, as you look over at him, who gives you a quick glance, before returning his eyes on the road, “Seonghwa hyung isn’t actually busy. He’s probably laying on his bed, building legos or eating”.

“ah, that little sh-” you refrain yourself from cursing him out, and cross your arms over your chest, feeling even more annoyed with your brother.

“He said he wanted to rest, after the busy week” Yunho spills the tea, betraying his own friend.

“I figured he was hiding something. He could’ve told me so… and could have told me a couple days prior, not a couple hours” you murmur, pursing your lips, “are you okay with driving me there, ur not mad or something?”

“No, I like driving, especially at night, it’s like therapy” he replies, as his hand reaches over to the display screen, to play some music, “you want something specific to play?” 

“I can find something” you nod and your hand finds its way over to the screen, accidentally touching his soft hand, “sorry”, you apologize and continue searching for a song in the spotify app.

 You choose moonlight by chase atlantic, cause it just feels like a vibe to you, fitting the atmosphere of a late night drive. Shortly after the song starts playing you rest your head against the window and you go back watching the world outside. But it doesn’t take long for you to get bored, so your eyes wander off around the car. You notice how the inside of the car is entirely illuminated by the street and traffic lights. It feels so cozy. When you run out of ideas where to look around, your brain decides that it’s a good idea to stalk the driver. You discreetly look over to him, watching him control the car. 

 You have to admit he looks way too good while driving the car. The way his hand grips the wheel, as the other arm is bent, elbow resting in the crook of where the window and the door meet, while his thumb is pressed against his soft bottom lip. You take in how focused he is, eyes never leaving the road and how his face scrunches up a little when you come by a little traffic jam ahead. When he approaches the car that caused the traffic to slow down, his hand comes down behind the wheel, to turn on the indicator. Then swiftly turning the wheel to left, he steps on the gas pedal and overtakes the slow car in front, before returning back to the right lane.

 It’s crazy how such a nothing like thing, simply a man driving, makes your head feeling dizzy. It doesn’t last long though, as he feels like being watched, so he glances over at you, catching you red handed. You quickly avert your gaze back to your window and start screaming and crying inside. Yunho doesn’t say anything, as he suspects you already feel bad enough.

 The silence lingers around in the car, only the music playing in the background is heard. According to the maps app, the airport is just a couple minutes away. If only you had minded your own business, the car ride wouldn’t have turned into such an awkward one. Instead of talking like normal people, you’re sitting in silence, all because you had the audacity to stalk him.

“We’re almost here, how are you feeling?” Yunho observes you, as there is a frown on your face, from regret of your actions and the anxiety caused by the trip.

“I’m nervous. It’s a big thing for me. I’ve never been on a plane, let alone traveled anywhere outside of the country” you admit, plucking off the little balls on your sweater.

“It’s going to be okay, I was also scared the first time I was on the plane. It’s not bad, the most annoying thing is ears getting blocked” he comforts you, in a gentle voice, sharing his own experience.

 As you finally reach the parking area of the airport, he parks his car a little further away from other cars and turns the vehicle off. Yunho gets out of the car, so do you and goes over to the trunk, to get your luggage out. When he sets it down on the ground, you look at your phone to check time.

“I guess I’ll be heading now” you pull out the handle of the luggage and are ready to leave.

“Y/n!” you turn around as your name falls from his lips.

“I know you’re not like moving to another country or so, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest” he begins, leaving you wonder if he’s about to admit his feelings or maybe say something ‘let’s never meet again’

“Seonghwa told me about your feelings for me” he admits as your face goes blank, “I’m not really good with words, but I wanted to say that I like you too” he finally finds courage to confess. You freeze in your spot, wanting him to repeat what he just said. He takes a few steps closer, towering over you, as his hand goes over to your cheek to gently caress it.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, but never found the courage to confess to you. I knew you’d never confess first, cause you’re always so afraid of silly things”, his thumb brushes over your cheek, “So I knew I had to be the one to break the ice” he says, his gentle voice comforting your uneasy thoughts. You feel like there’s something stuck in your throat, making it hard for you to say anything so you just gaze into his eyes, waiting for him to say something more.

“Can I kiss you, just for good luck?” he says, in a joking manner as you nod and he leans in to connect your lips. With his hand still flushed against your cheek, his other one rests in the curve of your waist, as he dives his tongue through your parted lips, craving for more than just a peck. You feel your cheeks burning, as he explores every inch of your mouth. You want to savor the moment forever, never have felt anything like this.

“I think I’m head over heels in love with you now” he confesses, pulling away from your lips.

“I could say the same” you exclaim, as you wrap your hands around him, pulling him into a tight hug, not wanting to let go of him ever again. He places his hands on your cheeks and tilts your head, so you’re eye to eye with him.

“You should go, you’ll be late, I’ll try my best to come pick you up next week, okay” he assures you with a quick peck on your lips and releases you.

“I’ll be waiting for you then” 

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A/n wrote this when having migraine, so if it doesn't make sense, it doesn't ^^

[rose-of-oz]

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

So, after some consideration, I have decided to create another new Descendants fic! This one, called Fly to Your Heart, will feature OCs who are the children of the Pixie Hollow gang from the Tinkerbell movies, who are originally meant to go to school in Pixie Hollow because it’s far away from the mainland, but wind up coming to Auradon Prep shortly before Ben’s proclamation on an outreach program set up by King Beast because he wants to improve relations with the fairies, along with one daughter of Anna and Kristoff, because I really loved those movies as a kid and I feel like they’re kind of underrated. Anyways, meet the new babies, hope you all love them as much as I do!!

(Tagging the Descendants gang: @auxiliarydetective, @ginger-grimm,

@dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @welcometotheocverse,

and @manyfandomocs. <3)

Tiffany Bell, she/her, daughter of Tinkerbell and Terence, Uma ship, Josefine Frida Pettersen FC. A dust talent fairy, taking after her father, but definitely takes after Tink in personality - stubborn and fierce and curious, and would do anything for the people she cares about. Super excited to be able to visit Auradon with her friend group and her cousin and in full support of the VKs coming from the Isle, and is one of the first people to try and befriend the Sea Three when they also arrive. A big fat lesbian who winds up with a sort of insta-crush on Uma, and although it does take them a bit to get together they’re super cute when they do.

Priscilla “Cilla” Frost, she/her, daughter of Periwinkle, Gil ship, Sabrina Carpenter FC. A snowflake talent fairy who’s always been quieter and more withdrawn than her mom, aunt, and cousin, but is willing to go to Auradon with Tiffany because she being with her cousin makes her braver. Pretty shy and awkward and prefers to spend her time perfecting her powers and learning how to make the best snowflakes, but eventually becomes part of Tiffany’s friend group with the other Pixie Hollow kids and some of the other Auradon and villain kids. Becomes Gil’s tutor when the Sea Three first come to Auradon, and eventually falls in love with him through that.

Virgil Swift, he/him, son of Vidia, OC ship, Mark McKenna FC. A fast-flying talent like his mom, and very good at it, but not nearly as arrogant about it as her. However, he still has her intensity and absolute determination to be the best at what he does; he’s just more content to work hard and earn it. Can be a bit singleminded and too intense for some people, but also always ready to apply that to caring for and protecting his friends. First became part of the Pixie Squad through being friends with Freddie as toddlers, and though he doesn’t care much about whether he goes to Auradon or stays in Pixie Hollow he’s content to follow his friends wherever - and is especially glad about his decision when he winds up falling in love with a princess.

Rainbow “Rain” Desrosiers, she/they, daughter of Rosetta, Jane ship, Abigail Cowen FC. A fruit talent fairy with severe social anxiety who prefers to spend most of her time tucked away in a corner of their mother’s garden, tinkering with different ways to grow fruit. Not so much shy as standoffish and a bit off-putting due to her anxiety, and has a bit of a quick temper, but still has a good heart and is intensely loyal to the people they care about. Tends to be a bit awkward when interacting with the whole friend group, and only really agrees to go to Auradon because her brother is going too, but winds up becoming really good friends with Lonnie, Doug, and Jordan, and eventually becomes cool opposites attract partners with a certain fellow awkward fairy.

Ryan Desrosiers, he/him, son of Rosetta, poly Ben/Mal ship, Froy Gutierrez FC. A harvest talent who loves spending time in the fields during harvest season, but is also much more outspoken and a social butterfly than his sibling, taking more after their mom. The main hangout organizer and resident hype man of the Pixie Squad, and absolutely excited for the chance to go to Auradon and meet a bunch of new people, only to promptly get a crush on Mal when the VKs arrive. Kind of sad when she and Ben get together after the coronation, but very happy when he discovers that they both like him and want him to join their relationship. Also forms Auradon Prep’s first agricultural club, and along with Rain manages to teach all the preppy students who join a lot about harvesting and gardening.

Iris Lux, she/her, daughter of Iridessa, Doug ship, Sofia Bryant FC. A star-counting talent who, of course, is very interested in and knowledgeable about astronomy, and as a result is largely nocturnal so she can better practice her duties. The first one to start the Pixie Squad by making friends with Ryan when they were little kids, and though she enjoys living in Pixie Hollow with her mom is happy to follow her friends to Auradon. Never really gets over being sleepy during the day and energetic at night, and ends up having a lot of late-night conversations with Doug, since she gets up to count the stars and he has insomnia, and they fall in love over the course of that. A totally sweet and loyal girl who’s dedicated to her duties and works really hard to improve her talent and be a great friend, but also has a great sense of humour and isn’t afraid to be silly.

Sally Pond, she/her, daughter of Silvermist, OC ship, Lana Condor FC. Turns out to be a baking talent and not any kind of water talent like her mama, and though Silvermist loves her daughter dearly she doesn’t always know how to interact with someone so different from her. Sally is your classic bakercore girl, soft and sweet and with a love for sweets and pretty things, and above all she loves her friends and wants to make them, her mama, and her aunts proud, even if that can sometimes make her a bit of a pushover. Doesn’t love leaving her mama to go to Auradon, but is happy to if that’s what her friends want, and eventually becomes a student teacher in Auradon Prep’s home ec class because she’s the best baker in school, and also eventually falls in love with one of her best friends.

Freddie Animus, they/them, child of Fawn, OC ship (Sally’s partner), Brigette Lundy-Paine FC. An animal talent like their mom and adores conversing and playing with all the animals in Pixie Hollow, but also wants to make new animal friends beyond the ones they already have, so they jump at the chance to go to Auradon with their friends. Has been in love with Sally since they were young teenagers, but doesn’t find the strength to confess until after Maleficent’s attack at the coronation, after which they do become a really cute couple. Sarcastic and quick-witted, has a tendency to maybe not take some things as seriously as they should, but does know to take anything that concerns the people they care about. Develops a bond with Dude and becomes gossip buddies with him before he even gets spelled to be able to talk, and is honestly not super happy that they’re not the only one who can talk to him anymore.

Zane Flyer, he/him, son of Zarina and Captain Hook, Jay ship, Milo Manheim FC. A dust talent fairy who grew up in Pixie Hollow being taught the secrets of Pixie Dust Alchemy by his mom, never being told who his dad was and never really questioning it, given that not a lot of fairies who are born in the regular way rather than from a baby’s laugh have more than one parent sticking around anyway. Very loud and energetic and can be kind of annoying, so he’s not really part of the Pixie Squad but gets invited to attend Auradon Prep anyway. His mother finally tells him the truth, that Captain Hook is his father and he has half-siblings living on the Isle of the Lost, right before he departs for Auradon, and as such he decides to befriend the VKs when they arrive because he wants to try and get answers about his father and siblings, coming to fall in love with Jay and finally kissing him at Cotillon. Also eventually becomes a part of the Pixie Squad, as well as joining the tourney team and becoming unlikely friends with Chad. Incredibly talented in Pixie Dust Alchemy, and not-so-secretly loves showing his skills off.

Astrid Bjorgman, she/her, daughter of Anna and Kristoff, OC ship (Virgil’s girlfriend), Stefanie Scott FC. Crown princess of Arendelle, but secretly planning to abdicate and leave the throne to her cousin, Elsa’s son Edvin, because she’s Ben’s best friend from the time they were in diapers and would rather be the Head of Auradon’s Royal Council. Also inherited her aunt’s powers of ice and snow where her cousin didn’t, and spends a lot of time worrying about them and trying to make sure she can control them because she doesn’t want to cause a horrible storm the way her aunt accidentally did. Very quiet and serious and studious, insanely dedicated to her future job, but also has a lot of anxiety and can often push people away when she gets too in her head. Ben’s most steadfast friend, though, and and incredibly supportive of his proclamation and even ends up becoming good friends with Carlos and Evie, as well as the Pixie Squad when she winds up falling in love with Virgil.

Hope you all enjoy these new babies!! I plan to make proper intro posts for them soon enough, but until then, feel free to send in any asks you want about them!! <3

[maleficmuse]

Misery

Syverson x Reader

Summary: A slip of the tongue after a few too many drinks is all it took to replace a once solid friendship with a big fat question mark.

Warnings: Alcohol, Angst, Cursing, *Friends-to-Lovers* (Almost), Hurt/No Comfort

18+ ONLY

*MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI*

AO3 Link

Misery loved company and it had latched onto her like she was the last life preserver on a sinking ship. It didn’t even bother to ask if she knew how to swim before imbedding it’s talons in the deepest parts of her. As long as they were together, Misery was perfectly content allowing her to drown. And days like today, she was inclined to let it pull her under.

Sy’s house was dark as she sat alone in his closet, clutching his favorite red t-shirt to her chest. Nothing could be heard except the soft hiccups of her quiet sobs and the distant cackling of Misery, who was more than happy to see her finally accept it’s company.

It had been a week since she and Sy had spoken, leaving her unsettled mind unable to do anything but obsess over their last conversation.

Three little words. Three specific little words was all it took to obliterate almost a decade of friendship and crush two hearts that were already held together by threads.

She had always worried those words would disturb the comfort and easiness she and Sy had together, but she never would’ve imagined them being the beginning of the end.

Sy snorted as he snatched the remote from her hand, not caring what was on the next channel as long as it wasn’t the news. They were both four beers deep, passing a bottle of Jack between the two of them, and he wasn’t about to let her anxiety take hold and ruin her night.

“Come on,” she complained. “I wanna see the new anchor lady. She’s really hot.”

Sy shook his head, giggling. He giggled when he was drunk—and only when he was drunk. It was one of her favorite things about him. In a state of sobriety, the decorated army captain would never own up to it, but she knew. She thought about that giggle when she was upset or angry, or hell, when she was just missing him. Even the thought of it never ceased to make her feel lighter.

And it was that giggle that prompted her eyes to brighten and a goofy smile to settle upon her lips as she unconsciously whispered the words she swore she never would.

“Fuck, I love you, Sy.”

She had to have imagined that scenario a million times since they’d known one another. He’d either say it back and they’d live happily ever after or he’d let her down easy and they’d awkwardly ignore it for the rest of their lives. But she got neither of those responses.

A deafening silence settled uncomfortably in the room, Misery peeking around the kitchen corner to watch as dread took over.

She was just as shocked as Sy was to hear those words out in the open. Normally, she didn’t allow herself to even think them in his presence for fear of being betrayed by her big fat mouth. Unfortunately, her drunk mind didn’t get that memo.

They had both sobered up at her confession, but neither of them seemed to know how to move forward. Her mouth opened as if she had something else to say, but her brain had short circuited once the weight of the situation set in. She just sat there, staring stupidly at Sy like she was expecting him to know what came next.

He broke eye contact, his chest deflating as he released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He should’ve been happy to hear her say that—to hear her say the words he dreamt of hearing for years, but instead panic flooded his chest as his heart began beating erratically. He had wanted to wait, damn it.

“I love you too,” he admitted softly. “But I didn’t wanna say anything yet, darlin’.”

Confusion passed over her face, her brows knitting together as she waited impatiently for him to continue.

“I’m leavin’.”

Her world stopped. He swore in nearly every letter and a million times more once he returned that he wasn’t going back. He promised her that the last time was really the last time. And now he was leaving in just over a week.

“I want you, baby. I’ve always wanted you. But it ain’t fair of me to ask you to wait.”

Her face felt hot and her stomach dropped so quickly she felt sick. Misery giggled from the doorway, delighting in the way Sy’s words echoed in her head, waiting for it’s time to take over. The idea of him going away again made her unbearably nauseous. She couldn’t stand not knowing if he was going to come back home to her.

“How long?”

“Don’t know yet.”

“How long have you known?” She clarified.

Sy dodged her penetrating gaze as he fiddled with the label of the whiskey bottle in his hand. He knew he fucked up. He’d known he was fucking up for weeks, but he just couldn’t bring himself to obliterate the sense of security he knew she felt when deployment wasn’t hanging over their time together.

“Awhile,” he finally admitted.

“And you didn’t think that was something you should tell me?”

Her tone was unnervingly calm. Sy could count the number of times he’d heard her use it on one hand and it always resulted in an explosion. His next words had better be the right ones if he wanted to defuse the bomb. Cut the wrong wire and there’d be nothing left behind but broken hearts and a shattered friendship.

“Of course I was gonna tell ya. I was just…waitin’ on the right time.”

“So you waited until the fucking week before you disappear for god knows how long to fucking tell me?”

Wrong wire.

Tears blurred her vision as she recalled the agony on his face, wishing more than anything that she could take it all back. But she’d been too late. The venom she spat lingered on her tongue and the memory of his pleading eyes tugged at her heart. She wished she would’ve exerted more self control in that moment, but his confession had her seeing red. It was bad enough that he’d broken his promise to retire, but waiting until the last minute to say anything had practically set her on fire.

After days of silence and countless sleepless nights, she finally psyched herself up to apologize for the name calling and her hateful words, hoping he would at least hear her out. She’d waited a week for fear that Sy wouldn’t want to see her again after the tantrum she threw that night. But by the time she decided she couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to him without knowing she didn’t actually hate him, his house was dark, his driveway was empty, and his army duffle no longer sat at the bottom of the hallway closet.

“Don’t expect me to be here when you get back, Sy.”

[yandereaffections]

Javier Adolfo (YA’s Oc) Masterlist

The Man Himself

Character Description

S/o being bullied at work

Charming his Darling

Confident S/o

S/o who loves Skirts

Cute S/o who sucks at their Job

Avoiding him to make a gift

Home cooked meals for a Date

S/o who is pressured to do their best 24/7

Affectionate S/o

Exhausted Doctor S/o

S/o Binding her Chest cause of office harassment

S/o being black mailed for sex

House wife S/o

S/o who has Insomnia

S/o trying to fight a Racist

S/o confessing they want a big family

S/o who lives a double life

Spoiling Javier

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

Naga S/o that knows nothing of Human Culture

Not a morning person S/o

Sitting on Javiers lap

S/o who is apart of a huge Crime Organization

Nuclear Apocalypse

Naga Javier

Vampire S/o cautious of taking Javiers blood

S/o whose both cutesy and extreme

Filthy rich S/o

Jokingly calling Javier “Sugar Daddy”

Poor Underweight S/o refusing to bother for help

CEO Crush already married

Comforting Chubby S/o after being sexually Harassed TW

S/o who runs up to hug Javier everytime she sees him

Going to Disney

S/o getting hit on by their boss

“Have my babies”

Drunk S/o unknowingly confessing they love javier

Babysitting with S/o

Punk Rocker Darling

Making S/o wait for marriage as tease play

S/o constantly buying make up palettes

Hitman S/o warning for him not to go to work

S/o who cuddles him during work

Surprising javier with your intelligence

S/o Introducing ‘javey wavey’ to their friends

Trying to cook for his s/o

Accident prone s/o

S/o whose constantly wondering

COVID quarantine comfort

Cosplayer S/o

Homeless S/o asking him for cash

Figuring out S/o is pregnant

Yandere s/o

Making him cry HC

S/o whos only seen eating when they steal his meal

Shy S/o who loves affection

holding and playing with his S/os hair

S/os family fat shames them when they eat

Darling packs him lunch everyday

S/o whos easily scared

Stealing your clothes

S/o who slams their foot against the wall anytime it falls asleep

S/o who cant cook

Manipulation HC

S/o who refuses to go to stop smoking TW

Arguing HC

Incubus Javier w/ a s/o who looks down on themselves

Vampire Javier/ Halloween date

Vampire

Poltergeist

Decorating the office building for halloween

Bratty S/o

Halloween Date

Werewolf

S/o who cries during the emotional parts of movies

Motivating S/o to study

Javier Fluff

Top energy S/o 

Meeting Javiers Grandmother

Sub energy S/o

S/o who wants to travel alot

Comforting a stressed S/o

S/o who doesnt want kids

Depressed Darling

More Fluff

Seeing S/o without makeup for the first time

Darling playing with his hair

Taking stressed S/o away from their struggles

Sugar Daddy HC

Boba tea date

Diabetic S/o

Making him a Surprise Valentines homemade gifts

Finally meeting his online lover

S/o trying to treat their own stab wound

Javier vs Aiden

Coming over to S/os apartment for a dinner date

Autistic S/o who struggles to get a job

Finding out crush is dating his brother

Only dating him for money

S/o going on a vacation to gain Javiers attention

Foreign S/o having to suddenly return home

Darling having shit friends who use them for work

S/o whos terrified of horror movies and clings to him

Darling w/ Social anxiety 

Crybaby reader

How good he is with responsible adult stuff

Corrupt official male S/o

Darlings something like robin hood

Robin hood like S/o trying to steal from him

S/o who likes to cook for him

Darling has commitment issues

Very short S/o

S/o who age regresses 

Adoring darling when they Hyperfixate

Depressed S/o that has a hard time taking care of themselves

Author S/o

S/o who is constantly sewing

Leaning against him saying “love me” when Javiers busy

S/o has odd vocal tics

Comforting S/o w/ night terrors

S/o falls asleep on his lap during a meeting

Co-worker beating him to asking S/o out

s/o recently finding out they have adhd

Falling for the elder care worker taking care of his grandma

“It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.”

S/O showing him matching outfits that they sewed themselves

Werecat S/o

Cuddlebug S/o

pressing their boobs against his back slightly 

Pegging Javier 

Chubby S/o sitting on his face 

S/o with a high sex drive 

squeezing him inbetween your thighs 

Cockwarm HC 

Kinky shit 

Praise Kink 

Catching him jerking to a picture of you 

Poltergeist cockwarming 

Mirror Kink & Sugar Daddy

Someone walking in on you / Public Sex w/ Dom male S/o 

Kinks Headcannons 

Foreplay Headcannons 

Male S/o railing Javier over his desk 

Sex Toys Javier loves the most 

Sucking him off underneath his office desk

[munsonsreputation]

Ty for tagging me in your recent post <3 ofc I’m gonna request an angsty fic for either Stevie or Eddie whichever you feel like! Kinda cliche ik but reader gives an angsty confession after being hurt and pushed aside by them which leaves Eddie/Steve confused and in the end they realise they do like reader and they get together. This is just a general outline so by all means include whatever other detail you want. <3

hey xio!! thank you so much for your request!!!

I piggybacked off your idea and I hope you like the spin I put on it. Kinda idiot!eddie, but when is he ever not? LOL jk (kinda) anyways, I hope you like this and thank you again for this sweet request 💌💫

Two weeks. 

It had been two whole long and lonely weeks since you and Eddie had gotten to properly hangout with each other like you’d usually do. 

He’d say he was busy with all sorts of things…things that would be understandable then some, not quite. 

Hellfire? Yes. 

Corroded Coffin. Sure. 

Helping Wanye fix his truck? Maybe…but he hated getting oil all over him. 

Dropping the kids off after Hellfire? He hated giving rides to the kids after 11pm because they got antsy. 

Going to Lucas’ basketball game? Hell no. That’s when you knew something was up. 

Eddie loved his friends, would do anything to support them the best he could, but you knew Eddie and how much he hated the whole balls and laundry basket game. Not to mention his moral nemesis, Jason Carver, who was on the team. He’d rather die than to show up to one of those preppy events. 

Now you knew Eddie was avoiding you, pushing you aside, but you just didn’t know why. You retraced your steps, trying to remember if you said something or did anything wrong that would make him completely shut you out like this, but you really didn’t do anything. 

Anything except have a big fat crush on him throughout your entire friendship, which led you to believe he must have found out or worse, not wanting to have anything to do with you anymore because he had found out.

You had to get down to the bottom of this. 

“Give me a second!” Wayne’s voice hollered from the other side of the door where you practically banged, totally forgetting that his truck was in the driveway since his shift at the plant wasn’t for a few more hours. 

Your foot tapped anxiously on the creaky wood, waiting and waiting until finally the door opened up. 

“Oh hey, kid, looking for Eddie? He’s in his room.” Wayne greeted warmly, pushing the screen door open to let you through as you tried not to tense up from the anxiety, offering him a half-hearted smile as you walked in. 

“Thanks, Wayne.” 

He grunted, shutting the door and turning to you once more, “Haven’t seen you come around in a while. Did something happen between you two?” 

You took a deep breath, looking down the hall where you could hear Eddie’s faint guitar playing, “That’s what I’m hoping to figure out.” 

Wayne’s face fell, obvious shock and confusing plastering over his features, before nodding slowly, granting you to walk away from him and towards Eddie’s room. 

Part of you wanted to burst through his door and demand an explanation, but just because you were hurt didn’t mean you would lose your manners. So you knocked, then knocked a little harder after that since he couldn’t hear the first rounds of sounds. 

“Come in!” He shouted, not letting up on the strumming until you finally cleared your throat, letting him know it was you. 

He scrambled, quickly putting his guitar aside and standing up, “H-hey, what’re you doing here?” His palm rubbed the back of his neck nervously, then quickly came to wrap around his torso as he realized he was shirtless. 

“You told me you were going to Lucas’ game.” You cut the small talk, diving right into the lie he had told you hours ago when you asked him if he wanted to pick up a movie for tonight. 

“I—I totally forgot! I must be late, then. What do you think I should wear to the—“ 

He was panicking, trying to cover his ass as he rushed around his room, sorting through the piles of clothes on the floor, acting as if he was really going to the game, because by now the game would be in the third quarter, a total waste of going now. 

“Bullshit, Eddie. Why’re you doing this?” You crossed your arms across your chest in what was supposed to be a demanding stance, but that couldn’t cover the hurt all over your face. 

Your cheeks were red and your eyes filled with betrayal, something Eddie hated to see. 

“I just…I’ve been busy and I don’t really feel like hanging out with anyone so…yeah.” 

Oh god, Eddie had finally gotten sick of you. How could he sit here and lie to your face again, when you had seen him hanging out with the boys after school, laughing and having fun, just like how he used to with you? 

Your arms fell to your sides, throat bobbing as you swallowed thickly, slowly backing out of the room as he just watched you blankly.

“Jesus, Eddie, why do you have to keep lying to me?” You shook your head disappointingly. 

“If you don’t want to be my friend anymore, just tell me, alright. You don’t have to keep making these dumb excuses as to why you don’t want to spend time with me. It hurt’s y’know….being lied to by the one person who I care about and the one person who I thought cared about me. B-but I guess I was wrong and stupid to ever think that you and I could work out the way that I thought we would.” 

Your voice was breaking, backing away quicker as he tried to reach out for you, getting closer to try to hug you and make it seem like everything was ok. 

Attempting to get away before you could make the situation worse, you turned around, smack right into Wayne, who was listening at the end of the hallway. He steadied you swiftly, as you quietly said “thanks” before rushing out the front door and into your car. 

Wayne didn’t let Eddie chase after you, instead he held his arm out, pushing Eddie back before he had the chance to get out of the front door and stop you from driving away. 

“You’re an idiot, son.” 

The teen huffed defeatedly, brushing past his uncle, as it was too late to catch up to you by now. So he settled on the couch, elbows on his knees as he buried his face in his hands, cursing to himself. 

His uncle watched on, crossing his arms against his chest, before clapping his hands together to gain the boys’ attention. 

“What’s the matter with you? She’s a sweet girl, and she’s always around and you just go pushing her aside like she doesn’t mean anything.”

Wayne should’ve noticed your absence from their residence to be quite odd, considering the fact that you were always here when Eddie was. But after asking his nephew the first time you didn’t show up with him after school, and his excuse was that you were sick, he just thought you were slowly getting better. 

A lie, obviously. 

“I don’t know, alright! I don’t want her to feel like she has to be here with me all the time.” Eddie explained, rubbing his temples with his eyes sealed shut. 

“God, this boy is stupid.” Wayne thought to himself, briskly approaching the teen and settling right in front of him with his arm reaching out to rest on his shoulder. 

Eddie opened his eyes, looking up at his only father figure, waiting for anything. 

“Did you ever stop and think that she wants to be here?”

You were always more than happy to tag along wherever Eddie went, and that didn’t change when it came to the trailer he called his home. In fact, you strolled right in and made yourself at home every time, yet Eddie always felt weird. Not about you. Never about you. Just the fact that you were so….willing. No one was ever willing with him and so he thought you were doing out of pity…that’s why he pushed you away. 

“Fuck,” Eddie muttered, finally realizing what he did wrong.

Wayne hummed, nodding his head and giving his nephew’s shoulder a squeeze. 

“You think some girl is just going to hang here for no reason? I think you know where I’m getting at?” 

Eddie furrowed his brows, “Wait, what?” 

“Oh, Jesus!” Wayne groaned, waving Eddie away, “Go put something on and go apologize to her. Hopefully, you two figure this out.” 

And so Eddie did just that, throwing on a random band tee and hopping into his van as he sped through the street of Hawkins until his beat up thing pulled up in front of your house. 

You had gotten home only fifteen minutes ago, ignoring the calls from your family telling you dinner was ready and instead heading straight to your room where you began to cry. You couldn’t even bear to sit up and look at the polaroids of you and Eddie hanging on your bulletin board, so you laid down. Staring at your ceiling as the tears sailed passed the precipice of your eyes and down your cheeks into your sheets. 

Three knocks sounded on your door as you sniffled, turning towards it, “Mom! I said I’m not hungry…go away!”

The doorknob began to turn and you were almost ready to start another string of irritated words until the tall mop of hair revealed himself before you. 

“W-what are you doing here?” 

You sat up, wiping the tears quickly as you attempted to not look like he left you like this. 

He shut the door quietly, “Your mom let me in…I hope that’s fine.” 

Your shoulders shrug, not offering him anymore words because you didn’t know if you could. 

That’s when he sat right beside you, turning so he was facing you, “I’m really sorry for lying to you for the past couple of days…I care about you so much and I never wanted to make you feel like I didn’t.” 

His knee shock violently as he fiddled with his fingers, “I just….I’m not used to this. Used to people having fun with me or making an effort to hang out with me, y’know? It’s weird. Not you. But just, the fact that you do it for me.” 

“Eddie,” you whispered, shaking your head. You reached to squeeze his jean covered knee, stopping his movement, “I want to spend time with you. Why do you think I’m always around?” 

He smiled tightly at you, shrugging his shoulders lightly, “I dunno…maybe because you feel bad for me?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Eds. I hang out with you because I like—“ Your eyes widened, catching yourself and stuttering over your words, “I like how cool you are! Yeah! You’re so cool!” 

Your hand retracted from his knee, slapping down into your lap as you smiled wildly at him, trying to convince him of your lie. 

“W-wait…you like? Were you just about to say you like me?” 

You were blushing, biting the inside of your cheek as you wanted to dig a hole in the floor and bury yourself in there just so you didn’t have to face the embarrassment of going through this right in front of Eddie. 

“T-totally, n-not.” You tripped over your words, another horrible way of lying on your part. 

Eddie just smiled, his fingers reaching for your hands and tangling them together. An action that wasn’t entirely new to you as you two would hold hands on scary roller coasters or when a thriller movie was on. But not like this. 

“That’s a shame because I like you. I…I’m bad at feelings, so at first I thought you were just around because you pitied me, but now I know.” He spoke smoothly, running his thumb across your knuckles. 

He could feel your pulse in your fingertips beating fast. “I like when you’re around. I like being near you and the last couple of days have been boring without you. I should’ve known the second I started missing you that I messed up, but like Wayne said, I’m an idiot and I suck at feelings. I suck at everything.” 

Eddie sighed heavily, the self realization hitting him like a bunch of bricks. The only thing pulling him away from his thoughts was your hand squeezing his. “That isn’t true. You’re great at guitar. And DnD. Plus you’re a really good driver…most times, but sometime you speed and forget to put on your seat belt.” 

“That was one time!” He argued back with an open mouth as you giggled, raising your brow at him, “More like three times.” 

The two of you just laughed, forgetting the stupid fight for a split second. 

You pushed at his shoulder with your free hand, smiling down at the hand still intertwined. “I like you, you idiot.” 

“And apology accepted…just don’t push me away like that again, please?” Your eyes trialed up to meet his where he nodded. 

His face came closer to yours, and you mirrored his actions. Just centimeters apart before he whispered, “I promise,” 

Fireworks started as your lips finally met each other for the first time. Moving in sync effortlessly like you didn’t even have to try to impress him because it was perfect, just like this. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled softly once you pulled away, causing Eddie to hum, until you opened your eyes again. 

“I’m so going to kill you if you ever deprive me of this again.” 

He smirked, kissing you again, and this time, making sure to remind himself to thank Uncle Wayne tomorrow…though he wasn’t looking forward to the “I told you so,” 

But you made it worth it.