#i love making the playlists but sharing them makes me shit my pants

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i love making character playlists and listening to other's playlists ... connecting music to your fave duos and characters is just so joyous

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intox + cnc w cscoop i beg of you 🙏🏾

getting reader extremely high and coming to ‘comfort’ them when they get high and scared

actually abandoned another fic to work on this because i love him so much and this is an exact scenario i have daydreamed about ily ur so hot u should dm me so we can talk about cooper mwah

"cooper?" you called meekly from your seat on the couch. travis looked at you first, stifling a laugh when he saw how red your eyes were.

"yeah?" he called from the kitchen, unable to see you.

"i'm... i think i'm really high," you mumbled. everything was kind of blending together at this point. you were visiting the boys for a few days and cooper suggested you all smoke together. forgetting that you had a much lower tolerance than the rest of them, he continued to pack you bowl after bowl, and you greedily accepted, not realizing until it was too late that you were faded beyond limits.

he laughed softly and rounded the corner with some water bottles and snacks in hand. "you wanna chill in my room?"

travis eyed him suspiciously, reaching for one of the chip bags cooper was holding. "why your room?" he asked, oblivious. "we're all already out here."

"shut the fuck up, dude," cooper hissed at him. noah snorted from the other couch, eyes not leaving the tv screen. it didn't matter, though, you slid off the sofa and slowly crept over to cooper, clinging onto his arm for safety as he took you to his room.

he helped you to the bed, and you laid down immediately while he worked on setting his lights to a color that wouldn't overwhelm you. he put on a playlist while you slipped on a hoodie of his that was laying on his pillow, and when he noticed you wearing his clothes, he drew in a sharp breath. something about the sight of you wearing his shit, it always managed to get him going.

"i think i'm gonna smoke one more time," he sighed, turning away from you. you sat up weakly and stared at his back.

"me too?" you asked him.

he chuckled and walked back towards you after grabbing his bong. "you want more?"

you nodded repeatedly. "i like the way it makes me feel," you said dreamily.

he smiled, working on getting it ready for you.

"i like the way you make me feel," you said much quieter.

his smile faltered as he flicked his eyes over to you, staring at the ceiling as you fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. despite how badly he wanted to do something else, he continued until the bong was ready and ripped it himself first before sharing with you.

you coughed slightly when you were done and relaxed back into his pillows with a long, content sigh. only after a minute did you look at cooper, who was trying not to stare.

"it's your bed, coop, you can join me," you teased him.

"yeah, no, sorry, i'm just..." he started. "bit of a moral quandary right now." he smiled weakly and tried to relax, slotting himself into bed next to you and fixing his eyes on the ceiling fan.

"whaddya mean?" you mumbled, turning on your side to look at him. "share, coopie, i wanna hear it."

his skin raised at the nickname. it sounded so nice coming from you. "i don't think it's a good idea," he replied bitterly.

"fine, don't share. i probably wouldn't remember it anyway, but whatever." you rolled back to look at the ceiling again and zoned out for a while.

eventually, you started feeling... too much. too high. so you broke the comfortable silence between you two.

"cooper?"

"yeah?"

"i'm scared," you giggled.

"high and scared?" he grinned, sitting up and looking down at you.

"high and scared," you repeated, gazing softly up at him. "it's getting to be too much."

"aww. that sucks."

you laughed at his bluntness and realized it was hot in his room, so you began sliding off your leggings.

"woah, hey, what're you doing?" cooper asked uneasily, looking anywhere but at you.

"it's hot," you said simply. once they were off, you tossed your pants off the side of the bed, past his face. he looked at you, finally, and bit his lip when he saw your bare legs and panties. "everything's getting really hazy, cooper, i'm scared."

he softened at the genuine panic in your voice and got closer to you, stroking your face. you nuzzled your cheek into his palm and he laughed. "is that helping? me touching you?"

you nodded frantically and grabbed his hand with yours, pressing it further into your cheek.

"yeah?" he asked, brushing his other hand against your thigh. you moaned and parted your legs slightly for him. "jesus," he snorted. "you want me that bad?"

you were becoming too far gone to respond to him, so he took it upon himself to move between your legs, spreading them apart and giving him a clear view of the damp spot on your crotch.

"i'm gonna fuck you, 'kay?"

you didn't respond, except for a small whimper that he chose to ignore. he pulled your panties off gingerly, watching to make sure your eyes stayed closed as he shoved them somewhere you wouldn't find him so that he could keep them. he bent your legs open some more, drinking in the sight of your sopping pussy greedily, and ran one finger up your slit, flicking his eyes between your blissful face and him playing with your hole.

after a bit of toying with you, cooper laid down between your thighs and softly began lapping at your clit. he started going faster when you managed to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly and shoving him closer to your cunt. you were making helpless noises, absolutely gone from the pleasure, and it sent shockwaves down his spine when you breathily moaned his name.

he only pulled away when he was absolutely sure you had cum on his face. swiftly pulling off his pants and boxers, he lined himself up with you and kissed you on the top of your head. you whined loudly when he pushed in, loud enough for his friends to hear for sure, and so he covered your mouth gently with his hand, cooing, "shhh, shhh, it's okay."

it wasn't enough to muffle your near screams as he began fucking into you, thrusting quickly and slotting your legs over his shoulders. he groaned, rutting his hips against you endlessly, and cupped your face in his hand. holding your jaw as he looked down at you, he softly ran his thumb over your cheek.

"cooper..." you moaned, blinking your eyes open at him.

he grinned and rammed into you harder, sliding his thumb to push it into your tongue. you cried out and sucked on it, clenching around his cock when he finally pulled his finger out with a lewd pop!

"i'm gettin' close, y/n," he panted, hips beginning to rock at an uneven pace.

"mmmgh!!" you sobbed, frantically scratching your nails into his arms. the pain seemed to get him closer, because a few moments later, he groaned and slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep in you as he painted your insides.

after about a minute of catching his breath, he pulled out and quickly picked you up to carry to the bathroom. you were limp over his shoulder and he sat you down gently before cleaning you up and taking you back to bed, this time to sleep. you curled up next to him, wrapping his arm around you to make him spoon you, and passed out, leaving you two to discuss what just happened in the morning.

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Ruthless Backshots~

Eli Moskowitz x Black!Reader

Vanilla Brown Pound

🔥🥃 Smutt

Hawk Loved your Ass, The way it Jiggled with Every move you made. When he realized no one was looking he'd give a Small Slap only to see your whole Ass move Beautifully. You'd learned to catch his Hand before a Slap Cause usually he'd Pull you into the Nearest bathroom to Absolutely Ruin you.

"Ah! Eli stop it!" You Yelp, Whisper Screaming into his Face. The two of you Decided to party, Hawk is Drunk and He'd just slapped you ass for the 5th time tonight."Or what?" He Said Sarcastically giving you a Sly Smirk, he'd managed to Push you into a Quiet Corner for Himself. His Face Had a Light Tent from the Liquor, he Wrapped his Arms around your Waist and Bites his Lip as he stared down at you.

"Your Drunk as Shit Hawk" he Chuckled loudly in your Ear and You hug him Close resting you chin on his shoulder." Come on beautiful, you know you can call me Eli~" he Slurred Giggling into your Curls.

"Your Drunk as Shit"

"Mmm let's go to the Bathroom see how Drunk I am? Hm?" His hands Tighten around your Waist lead you to the Nearest Bathroom."Ah nope" you plant you Feet and He huffs in your Ear."Home Than?"

Mhm Car.

He Groaned and Headed towards the Car Obediently, By the Time you'd got to the Car he was Jamming to your shared Playlist. You Didn't make it through half the Ride before he was Caressing your thigh from the Passenger Seat." Eli Home. " You did you best focus on the Road but he just couldn't stop."Pull Over."

"Fuck! I want you now babe~" you couldn't not listen to you Passenger Prince."Damn it Eli" You'd quick found a a secluded Spot to Park and he happily Crawled into the spacious Back Seat. You cut off the car and hop back with him, He'd already had his Hard Dick out from under his Pants and his Shirt in Between his Teeth. You Run your hands over his Strong Chest and Abs, Even Drunk he knew what you liked and took of his Shirt completely.

" On your Knees My Love~" you did as Told and his hands were instantly gripping you Ass."God you've been Teasing me with this ass all Night" he shoved you Panties aside giving you Pussy a Hungry lick, You Shiver letting out a small squeak."Don't Worry Wifey, I'll treat you Right" you Hummed happily when you Felt his Tip rub through your Folds. He Held your Leaking folds apart and licked his Lips at your Wet Cunt.

Before you could complain about how long he was taking he sliding himself inside you until his hips met yours entirely. His deep Groans Filled your Ears as he Filled you, his Balls Gently slapping your Clit as he slowly Rammed into your Cunt.

He Held your Beautiful hips and Ass watching them jiggle as he Plowed at your Creaming Cunt."Fuck Baby your so Fuckin' Beautiful, Makin' me Cum so Fast" he quicken his Pace, now leaning on you. One arm around your stomach and another on your Breast.

You Whimpering and Moan under him letting him Man Handle you, his Grip would Bruise for sure. He Jerked you forward with Each Thrust, his Hard Chest against your back." Your so Fuckin' good Eli don't stop Please!~" you Beg Egging him on Further. He Rocked the car with his deep thrust, he let out a Pleased Moan as you Orgasm."Fuck! Fuck Y/n/n!~" he pulled your hips in a few More Times Before Dumping his load in your Walls. He Collapsed on you Completely Shoving you into the Car Seats.

After a Few Minutes of Catching your Breaths Eli Straightened up, But Wobbled a Bit."Fuck..." He let out and Quickly Hopped out the Car to Empty his Stomach."Oh Eli..." You Quickly pull yourself together Following after Him, Urging that he Got it All out of his System."I told you about that 99 Root beer, Didn't I?" He Nodded with Tears in his eyes."I'm sorry Baby" His Voice Horse and Drained as he Wiped his Mouth."Don't be, Let's get Get you Home Hubby" You Help him back to the Passengers Seat Where he Relaxes."I love you sooo Much, u know that?" He smiled Happily still Fucked up, You Hop into the Driver's Seat Once again, Starting your Long Drive Home.

"I Know Baby"

Cobra Kai 🐍

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An analyse of Umbrella Academy s4's posters (beware of s3 spoilers, ofc)

Hi! Today, the official Umbrella Academy Instagram account published season 4 posters, and since I'm very excited about this, I'm gonna try to analyse the posters, or what I can tell about them.

It's going to be long so grab a snack if you want / can, put on a cool playlist, and let's dive down! I'm going to do it poster by poster, in the order it was posted, from the oldest post to the newest (so not in numeral order).

We can notice that the characters are cut in two, the Portal way.

Anyway. First of all: Viktor !

Ngl, I had a moment when I saw he had the masculine uniform.

But past my joyful moment, my mind went racing so fast I couldn't keep it down, I had to share my thoughts (even if there may be only one person reading me, but whatever).

First thing first, it's interesting that the first one isn't Luther but Viktor, who is, the main character of the show (or at least, that's how I see it). Or a least the most important one. (if the last scene is Viktor ending his reading of his new book, about his siblings, not only would it be a fucking good epanadiplosis but it would make me cry the hell out of me)

After all, the show open with him, following him. And nothing would happen if it wasn't for him. He's the one trying to get the family stick together, and (unwillingly) starting apocalypse (twice or thrice, shit happens).

Let's focus on the poster now. On the left, we have a clothing reminding us of the Umbrella Academy days, or rather the "how it was before the show", except they are adult, and Viktor is here shown post-transition (and not pre-, as he was in the first two seasons). What does that mean? Fuck if I know. That being said, I think it have its importance (if they wanted to put children instead, they would have, wouldn't they?). However, we can note that he is not wearing neither the boy shorts (nor girl's skirt, for obvious reasons), but some secretly third option, aka a grey pant (is it the sport pant?). He is standing out himself, as a trans man (not wearing a skirt, yet not wearing the boy uniform either, as if he wasn't fully in that category somehow? idk).

Viktor's posture is straight (lol), and I associate it with being calm, obedient (he listen to everything Reginald says (ex: take these pills), and since Reginald is perceived as a father figure, it makes sense that Viktor wants to obey him, maybe hoping he (Viktor) will be loved and recognized as valuable). And also with being like a puppet. Or a muppet. The point is: He's not free of his movement, he doesn't have free will.

His face doesn't look happy. Nor sad. Just... neutral. He's just... there.

On the right, we can't see his face, yet his posture seems way more relaxed! He's wearing casual clothes, more modern ones, adapted to the world without powers they're now seems to live at the end of season 3.

His looks reminds me of the one of Tyler Ronan from Tell Me Why, a game by the studio Don't Nod (I fucking love that game). Both characters are trans man.

(These are pictures of Tyler)

Anyway. Casual clothes. Blue, like the uniform. I won't analyse that, this post is already long enough.

Tbh, I haven't saw again the last episode of season 3, so I don't remember if it was the clothes they were wearing or new ones.

Also, Viktor is holding an umbrella in his right hand, probably a reference to the Umbrella days. Like, it's a part of him, he can't leave it behind, he physically have it with him (even if he doesn't have the power).

And the Umbrella is closed, unlike the ones from the previous seasons's posters.

Like, season 2's were opened (and full), and season 3's were opened and damaged (and they were hiding the protagonists' faces, showing implicitly the influence of the academy on them).

Next one, Luther !

We almost can see his face on the right!

But anyway, let's start by the left. Luther is walking, straight, in what could be either a military walk or a relaxed one (? don't quote me on this please, I can't explain). His posture screams "confidence" and "I'm number one, I'm a leader, follow me!". Or something like that, I'm no posture reader, just someone who watched way too much police and detective shows. He's wearing the Umbrella uniform (and it's so fucking weird to see it on a grown ass man!). His hair are cut short.

On the right, he's wearing a more casual look. There's something going one with his arm muscles, but I can't be bother to search what. His hair are longer than on the left. He is wearing gloves and an umbrella, and walking shoes. His umbrella is cutting his name (does it have some symbolism? Maybe.)

He's still wearing blue (like Viktor), even if it's a different kind of blue (and it kinda fit him).

Nothing more to add. (yes, I have my favorites, and despite liking Luther, I won't kill my eyesight anymore than necessary for details).

Next! Diego!

Let me preface this by saying that it's so fucking weird to see him in that uniform. On the left, he's walking like a good little soldier, following the leader.

On the right, he's the embodiment of a relax guy who can (and will) definitely yeet you out of the picture if needed. He's not wearing anything casual. It's more like a killer / soldier clothes, with his precious knifes.

DOES HE HAVE A MUSTACHE????

He's holding the Umbrella on the shoulder, as if he can't be bothered with it (and/ or he's gonna use it as a weapon).

Next! Not number 3, but the one who's linked to Diego! Lila!

Love that she's officially "Lila Hargreeves".

The left outfit is like the one she had in season 2 when she was with the Handler and stuff about her past was revealed (so interesting and meaningful choice of outfit). Her heels are thin, as if she wasn't stable (with her life situation and all).

Yet, on the right, her heels are thicker, more stable to move (she's more free to go).

Her clothes are modern and the flowers fit her really well, I might say. Her hair are put up, like the active badass woman she is. They're brown again, and not white/ blond anymore, it's more natural.

She overall looks like a business woman, with a casual chic.

She too, is holding an umbrella, which make her fully part of the family. She hold it casually.

Next, another girl: Allison.

Ngl, I'm no big fan of hers, so this will be short.

On the left, she's confidently wearing her UA (Umbrella Academy) uniform. Her hand move don't really feel natural (saying this as someone who sometimes draws human beings). Her hair are like the one from season 1.

On the right, she looks like a business woman and a mom. Her posture looks aslo determined, while relaxed. She have business to do, and no one will stop/ prevent her from doing so!

Girl power and all that.

(I'm trying, I really can't stand how her character was wrote during season 3)

Neeeeext! Let's go with one of my fav, Klaus!

I have to say, it is criminal that a) his hair are short on th right side (loved his long hair) and b) where's the skirt?! He slayed in it! Anyway.

On the left, his walking looks very mechanical, as if he was a machine, a robot (lol) (I won't do any joke about Grace). Yet, his posture his not natural (no one walks naturally torso in one way and legs in another, if that makes some sense).

His eyes are closed. Why are his eyes closed? Idk. Maybe he closing his eyes on what happened during the UA days. Maybe it’s symbolizing his absence of choice. His face is still, resigned, accepting his fate. Maybe to show he’s kinda dead inside?

Klaus had always been closed to death, more or less metaphorically speaking, as he can see ghosts (= dead people, or what remains of them).

His hair is all over the place, reminding the crazy days he had to get fucking blasted to avoid said ghosts.

Right side is colorful. He's beauty, he's grace, WHERE ARE HIS HAIR?! No but more seriously, cutting one's own hair symbolise change in many culture, and more specifically letting go of the past, embracing new beginnings, and/ or undergoing spiritual or personal transformations. I have no idea how to interpret that.

He seems to float, to ascend (plz don't kill him). He is bare foot (bare feet? idk) (fun fact: in the comics, he could only use his power when sober and with bare feet) (I won't go down the rabbit hole of barefoot symbolism and its link with death, I'm not mentally well enough to do that).

He his wearing a yellow coat with flowers (flowers, like Lila!). Yellow is associated with joy, fest, sun (and Klaus is a comic relief, a feel good sunshine character), and flower, life. (again, plz don't kill him)

What reinforce that idea of tragedy is that the umbrella he's wearing is the only one who isn't black: it's the umbrella he was holding during Reggie's funeral in s1. Plus, he's holding it with three fingers out. What's the meaning of three? Idk. Maybe it’s for Allison? Maybe it has a link with God (the Christian one)? Yk, Holy Trinity and all that. After all, doesn't Klaus met God (the little girl in the afterlife) regularly?

Does that look good or bad for Klaus? No idea.

Speaking about looking good, Ben is back, alive. I won' t go far enough to say "well", but he's alive.

On the left, he's standing straight, walking in a unnatural posture. Following only.

On the right, he is bend (idk why tho) forward (his hips are forward his shoulders, curbing like a closing bracket). His clothes are casual (and looking alike the one Viktor had been wearing during s3). His umbrella also cut his name (like Luther's). He's a Vans' boy!

(please, no mustache for him)

We can't see if he's wearing glasses or not.

Last of the Hargreeves kids (if you count Lila as one, and if not, last one of the power-gifted Hargreeves): Five.

On the left, his posture is haughty. His hands are in his pants pockets. He know what he wants, he is very sure of himself, maybe because he thinks he is better than everyone (he can think that, given what happened) (some might even say he have a bratty attitude, but I'll answer, well have you seen him during season 1???)

(my personal theory is that he is bend forward to be smaller on the left than on the right, because he appears to be)

On the right, he left the UA uniform for a more formal suit (some call it 'the grandpa / old man suit'). His hair are longer.

He's walking down like he had no shit to give anymore (he doesn't) and he's ready to throw hands (he totally his).

HOLY (S)HIT HE'S HOLDING THE UMBRELLA IN HIS RIGHT HAND! Why? Why is he te only one wearing the umbrella on the other hand? Is it to accentuate his difference with his siblings (+ Lila)? Is it to show how differently he see his time at the UA an how differenlty he uses his powers? I mean, given he didn't spend as much time in the UA as the rest of them, ofc his vision and perception of the UA is different. Even his vision of time is different.

Or he’s just left-handed.

And now, BEWARE! THE REGINALD JUMPSCARE! (or is it scare jump? Anyway, I've been working on this post for more than an hour and a half, plz be indulgent, it's late and the day had been long)

On the left, we see the whole umbrella for the firs time on these posters. Said umbrella is closed but not entirely (it could be open anytime).

Reggie is wearing a lilac/ purple suit, which is a color hard to dye (so it costed a lot and was reserved for royalty / rich ppl before industrialization and the use of chemical products for clothes dye; and we know Reggie arrived/ was on Earth on 19th c., so during the industrialization). He is “young” looking (like he was in the 60s), and seems well assorted (who tf have two jacket pockets on the same side tho?)

On the right, he's old and wearing a brown suit. Brown can symbolize the Earth, which can provide: ppl are depend on it to eat and therefore survive. In a way, he was a Earth for his children, as they were dependent on him (does that makes him a good father? Absolutely not!). (that thought, of Reggie being a Earth, is funny given he is an alien / an extraterrestrial being)

And if you put them all in order, you get :

(notice how Klaus's picture / posture melt greatly in Five's?)

And that's it! Damn, that was long. Don't hesitate to let me know what you think about all of that in the comment!

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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 06)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 2.3k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 06

I wanna feel you in my bones. I'm gonna tear into your soul. Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you feed me (Desire by Meg Myers)

Several days pass, and the boy's behavior isn't bratty at all any longer. He's more like a lost puppy who's glad he found his owner again, wiggling his tail and pushing his head against Sukuna, begging him to make sense of everything again. He looks at Sukuna as if he is his whole world. And Sukuna gladly fills that role. He smiles his most charming smile, says the most sickeningly-sweet words, pets the brat's hair, and kisses him against the fridge, on the couch, in the hallway, and in their bed.

The repeated kissing changes their dynamic fundamentally. Itadori isn't as shy anymore. Actually, Sukuna is surprised by the number of times he finds himself getting pushed against a door or other objects, getting assaulted by Itadori's lips, the boy's strong hands grabbing Sukuna's collar, and his firm body pressing against him.

Suddenly the formerly flustered little idiot is so eager to get touched by his boyfriend, who he cannot remember.

On the other hand, why is Sukuna even surprised? He was in Itadori's mind for a long time. He knows that the brat is a horny little shit. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that once he got his first taste, he would come back for more.

Sukuna smirks gleefully into each kiss and groans in devilish pleasure when the brat opens his mouth to lick desperately at Sukuna's tongue, and drink Sukuna's spit as if he is dying of thirst and Sukuna is the only one who can save him.

It makes desire fill Sukuna's veins, burning hot and intense. He wants more. He wants all of the brat. He wants to break him, claim him. He wants to claw him open and crawl back inside him, fill him again, re-new that soul bond, and bind the brat to him like when they still shared a body. He wants to put a collar and leash on Itadori and hear him say he only belongs to Sukuna.

He knows he doesn't need that, though. The stupid little fool knows nothing. He doesn't even know himself. He is very willingly Sukuna's. There is no need for a collar and a leash.

But as eager and turned on as the brat is, he is also a flustered mess who doesn't know what to do with all those feelings and urges. His touches are clumsy when he tries to take control of the kisses when his hands roam over Sukuna's chest, and fingertips brush shyly over the hem of Sukuna's pants.

It's delicious and hugely amusing. Sukuna leaves him hanging right there, basking in the boy's frustration at not knowing what to do but wanting so much, slowly losing his little mind more and more with every kiss they share with every whispered endearment Sukuna breathes in his ear.

Soon.

Soon he will claim his prey.

The brat sits across from him at the large dining table, playing with the luxurious red cloth napkin. Sukuna finds that the brat's flustered state is even more delicious than the meal Uraume serves them. He thinks he can taste Itadori's nervousness, thinks he can smell it wafting over to him with a seductive sweet luring scent. Sukuna kissed him against the doorframe a few minutes before dinner, leaving the boy a breathless, turned-on mess. Deep, slow kisses while he pressed his body against the brat and didn't stop kissing until he felt the growing hardness in Itadori's pants rub against him. And now the brat is unable to focus on his meal, golden eyes dazed and his cheeks and lips red from arousal.

Sukuna wants to bite him, and not just metaphorically. The craving to touch the boy, to dig his teeth into his soft tan skin, to split it open and taste everything of him, is almost irresistible.

They shared a body and a soul only a short while ago. They were one. They were closer than anyone else could ever be.

And Sukuna can still feel that strange dull ache, that emptiness in his chest. That infuriating phantom pain where their souls used to be connected. It gets better the closer he is to the boy, but it is still always there under the surface. A longing, a craving. The raw desire that makes him want to reach out and claim the brat again. Maybe then things will feel right again.

He wants to bite Itadori hard enough to leave a mark of ownership, teeth marks on his skin, tasting his blood on his tongue, consuming a small part of him. He wants to push inside the brat, wants to fill him, wants to spit in his mouth and cum inside him, mixing their essences again, just like it is meant to be.

Sukuna takes a sip from his red wine before setting the glass on the table and smiling at the brat across from him.

"You look beautiful, darling."

His voice is a low, seductive caress, accompanied by a confident smirk and glittering blue eyes trailing slowly over the boy.

Itadori lifts his head, and golden eyes meet Sukuna's. He blinks, and then a broad delighted smile spreads over his face. Praise always works on the little fool.

"Thank you, Kuna. You look very good too!"

He bites his lip, blushing delightfully, when he adds,

"You are really gorgeous, baby."

Oh? Baby, huh?

The smirk on Sukuna's face grows bigger. So this is where they are now, hm? Petnames and compliments? Oh, he enjoys that. He loves seeing the boy trapped in his spider web, not even struggling anymore but giving himself to his hunter.

The boy is blushing, cheeks glowing with happiness, and a big stupid grin on his face. But his eyes flicker to Sukuna's, and there is an intensity in them that makes Sukuna's cock twitch.

He knows that tonight it will be more than kissing. And Itadori knows it too. Their eyes meet again as both bring a piece of delicious medium-rare meat to their mouths.

For a moment, Sukuna thinks he can see the same desire he feels mirrored in the boy's eyes. Maybe some of Sukuna's darkness stayed inside the brat. The thought makes Sukuna hum in pleasure. He takes a slow sip from his red wine, his gaze never leaving Itadori's.

The brat's pink hair looks pretty on the black silk pillowcase. Sukuna stares at it fascinatedly for a moment as he crawls over the boy with a grin on his face. The pink strands are fluffed up by the pillow, looking even softer than usual. Looking like the boy already got fucked several rounds.

Itadori's gaze meets his, golden eyes looking nervously up at Sukuna, lips parted in anticipation. Sukuna smirks. He can practically feel how much the brat craves him.

He wonders if the place inside the boy's chest where their souls were bound aches too. Does he also feel that strange phantom pain and has no clue what it is? Does he feel that tug, too, that makes him gravitate toward Sukuna? That magnetic feeling of needing to be closer?

They kiss on the bed, both just in their boxer briefs, deep passionate kisses that make the brat whimper so sweetly beneath him. Sukuna cannot help but laugh when he drags a low moan out of the boy when his teeth graze over his bottom lip. He can taste the desire on the brat's tongue. It makes his blood sing.

He knows the feeling of being desired, but it hits differently when that desire comes from someone who, in another life, despised him and would have hated to ever get touched by Sukuna like this. It hits differently when it is Itadori who wants him.

Sukuna presses him down onto the silk sheets with his heavy body, delighting in the whine coming from the boy and the strong hands landing on Sukuna's muscular back, fingers eagerly digging into his skin, pulling him even closer, wanting more, more, more.

He is so eager, so full of want. His mouth is opening under Sukuna's tongue, licking needily at his lips and mouth, hot and wet, breath coming out in short excited huffs, just as hungry for Sukuna as Sukuna is for him. But the difference between them is that the brat is hungry for Sukuna's love, while Sukuna is hungry for the boy's ruin.

Sukuna pushes his tongue deep into the brat's mouth, feeling a shudder run down his back when the boy moans and his body arches up against Sukuna, his hard cock pressing against Sukuna's matching erection.

A gasp falls from the boy's lips, golden eyes opening widely at the feel of Sukuna's hardness rubbing against him. His eyes burn with a mix of desire and fear. He is the most exquisite treat Sukuna has ever had.

Despite the brat's nervousness, he refuses to push Sukuna away. His strong fingers press even deeper into the muscles on Sukuna's back, hard enough to leave marks. The thought makes Sukuna groan against the brat's lips.

Sukuna flicks his tongue once more over the boy's open mouth, meeting his tongue in an open-mouthed wet kiss, marveling at the way their spit mixes.

Yes, drink me up, brat. Take me into you again.

He trails his lips over the brat's jaw, delighting in the way Itadori's head falls back on the pillow, craning his neck for his lover, offering his throat, his life, his everything. This is what Sukuna wants. Feed his desire on the boy that is his.

His lips latch to the side of the brat's neck, closing around his pulse point, sucking firmly on it, teeth closing around the soft skin and biting. Not hard enough to tear the skin, but enough to make it hurt. A pleasurable pain. The boy moans loudly, pushing his neck even closer to Sukuna's mouth, hard cock throbbing against Sukuna's hip, wet and hot, already leaking through his boxers.

That's something Sukuna always admired about his former vessel. The total disregard for pain. Itadori couldn't be stopped by it. He had such a passion burning inside him, all-consuming and burning hot, stronger than any pain he felt. It was erotic. It made Sukuna want him on his knees and show him the sweetest pain.

The brat is gasping and moaning, pushing needily against him, so cute in his desire. Sukuna rolls his hips into the brat's, grinding their hard cocks against each other, eliciting more moans from the boy.

Sukuna smirks. He wants to pull away to admire his work and see the marks he left on the brat, but a pair of strong arms stops him.

"No please...stay here.., Kuna."

The brat sounds desperate. His voice is low and raspy.

The smirk on Sukuna's face grows wider.

"You want it like this, baby?"

He rolls his hips against the brat, watching his golden eyes close and his lips open in a shaky moan.

"Yes, like this. Please."

The brat is so horny, completely lost in pleasure. Helpless in his desire, in his want for Sukuna. It makes something inside Sukuna howl. He almost can't hold himself back from ripping the brat's boxers off and just fuck him into the mattress, hard and brutal. But he has to take it one step at a time.

A hungry growl escapes his lips where they devour the boy, sucking on his neck and leaving his dark red marks on his skin. Temporary tattoos of ownership.

Sukuna grinds against the boy, humming when their erections rub against each other, hot and heavy, creating the most delicious friction even through the thin fabric of their boxers separating them.

The boy cries out his name, lifting his hips and rubbing needily against Sukuna. One of his hands lands in Sukuna's hair, sending shivers down Sukuna's spine as calloused fingertips caress over his undercut. A moment later, the same fingers grab a handful of Sukuna's hair and tug on it.

Sukuna moans.

His body is brimming with pleasure. It's been so long since he last could indulge in sexual activities. And it's more intense than he remembered it. It's downright ecstatic what he and the brat are doing. This raw desire between them, this hunger, this passion.

Itadori's fingers twist in Sukuna's hair almost painfully, forgetting his strength for a moment, so lost in pleasure, so out of control. It's the sweetest thing ever. Sukuna lets himself get pulled into another frantic kiss, letting the boy taste him again.

They grind against each other. It's passionate and hungry, their loud breathing and the wet sounds of their deep kisses filling the room.

The brat tenses up beneath him suddenly, fingernails digging sharply into Sukuna's back and scalp. A loud, desperate-sounding cry falls from his lips, only muffled by Sukuna's tongue in his throat.

Hot sticky wetness seeps through the brat's boxers, and bright red explosions bloom behind Sukuna's closed eyelids. A low growl escapes his lips, getting swallowed by the brat's mouth.

He snaps his hips faster, rolling them thoroughly against the brat, feeling the boy's warm seed staining Sukuna's boxers and, seeping through them, coating his cock in the brat's cum. It's this that makes the tight knot in Sukuna's core snap, and he cums with a low long-dragged groan, pressing himself tightly against the boy as his cock pulses a copious amount of hot seed into his boxers.

He opens his eyes to watch the brat, to witness the utter bliss on his face, the dilated pupils, the swollen lips, the spit running down his chin. And the adoration in his golden eyes when his gaze meets Sukuna's.

Finally, you know your place, brat.

Sukuna stays on top of the boy, resting his full weight on him and grinding against him slowly, making sure his cum seeps into Itadori's skin too, mingling their essences just like fate intended.

When they are this close, the dull ache in his chest is completely gone.

Desire is one of my top songs for Sukuita, and I think it is obvious why lol. This was the first smut chapter of this AU! I hope you enjoyed it! I love writing obsessed Sukuna!! But who wouldn't be obsessed with cute Yuuji? ;) Anyways, that phantom pain in Sukuna's chest is better when he is close to Yuuji, and that alone is a reason for me to get a bit emotional again. Let's see what else Yuuji can do for him. Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I would love to hear your thoughts. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[orphanheirs]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag, @transthadymacdermot!!

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

The characters. They existed as deviantart ocs that I used to roleplay with in chatrooms before any semblance of a story existed. This was back in high school.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I'll give a few examples here because there's a lot of songs I think fit the vibe of the story (I have a 4-hour long playlist of "soundtrack" songs)! All of these are based on pure vibes, not necessarily lyrics. For a TV show, I think a folk revival type song like "Over Again" by Stick in the Wheel or "Cannily Cannily" by Maddy Prior and Tim Hart would be sick. If it was a short instrumental intro song, an eerie tune like "More Bones to Sort" from the OTGW soundtrack or this song would work well. To get more general Rasputina is an artist whose overall sound is something that would work great for the story. If you don't know them they're a band that makes rock music with cellos and is very weird and goth about it.

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I love them all, but right now I have to admit my favorite is Tristan. It's definitely partially because he's the most developed right now, but also because he's the reason I revived the story after dropping it almost 10 years ago. I remembered him and thought he had potential and fell in love with him all over again. Coming up with ideas for his arc and his backstory got me excited for the overarching story again, and I changed him from a side character to a main character. I have a lot of fun with his personality and I relate to him a lot on a personal level.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow, Over the Garden Wall, Labyrinth, possibly Interview with the Vampire? and people who grew up with things like Hocus Pocus and A Series of Unfortunate Events. Maybe fans of Neil Gaiman? It's kind of hard to say though; I have no idea how the story would be marketed because it's..pretty weird lol.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Not sure what the biggest of them all is, but my big three I guess would be plotting, research, and actually writing. I feel like I'm hitting my head on a wall when I try to outline story beats or whatever, so I think I'll just have to fly by the seat of my pants and plot as I go. Research also feels like a hurdle I need to get past because I want to base the story itself on actual mythology and folklore, and root the "real-world" parts of the story in the real historic regency period. Right now I know enough to share fun facts in a conversation, but in reality I don't know shit. I have a lot of work to do in that regard. Actually writing has been a challenge due to a combination of annoying factors including having very little free time in my life, executive dysfunction, and being? scared? of writing? because what if it comes out bad? Which I know is silly but it blocks me from writing a lot of the time nevertheless.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Right now I'm thinking Crispin has a pet bat named Sparrow. Crispin named the bat Sparrow because he literally thought it was a sparrow, that being the only flying creature he knew of at the time. Now he knows better, but Sparrow is still Sparrow. I haven't thought much about it, but I think Crispin's keeping of a pet is one of the things that indicates he's different from his family/species, i.e. he experiences empathy and longs for companionship. The demon Tristan summons can shapeshift, and takes the form of many different creatures throughout the story.

How do your characters travel/get around?

Considering the time period, the options are limited. There's a lot of walking in this story, but also getting from place to place by carriage or cart. There's likely to be some horseback riding as well. In terms of the supernatural, Crispin can "teleport" himself from point A to point B using magic--but not very far. I still need to figure out the specifics of that though. Tristan is greatly aided in getting around by the demon he summoned, who transforms into a flying black steed Tristan can ride on.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Right now I'm bouncing around and writing snippets of scenes that come to mind/interest me most. I'm considering everything experimental at the moment, and not committing to anything actually being in the final novel. This is helping me get over my fear of writing, and I like it because sometimes I end up liking what I write more than I thought I would. I also *might* write the story in novella form first, try out some things with that, learn from it, and then expand and/or rewrite it as a full novel. Other than that I'm researching and brainstorming and drawing (which is part of my process)!

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

Hmmm I think the fact it's a dark fantasy/horror story and the fact it's set in the regency period will attract people. The regency period and fantasy are both really popular right now (as far as I can tell). Also the fact that it has found family, which seems to be a popular trope. The fact it has queer characters might be appealing too. Other draws might be the Halloween aspect, and the deal with the devil trope. And if anyone likes enemies to friends and twist villains. There's also heavy use of gothic tropes and subverting them/combining them with folk horror tropes. Regency media (cough cough Jane Austen) tropes will also go under the knife of subversion.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

I hope to make it a published novel! Ideally traditionally published, but who knows if that'll happen lol. I also want the book to be illustrated, and to illustrate it myself. Besides that, I'd love to do some comics featuring the characters and maybe even short animations. (She said as if she had endless free time...)

Tagging: @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @finchmomentwrites, and @kaylinalexanderbooks !

[monstrousfemale]

27 this is a fun concept

Yay! Thanks for sending an ask! Song 27 is straight from my steddie playlist, and I love it.

Eddie had made a very serious resolution. He was no longer going to think about Steve Harrington. He wasn’t going to consider this thing that had crawled its way between them, tied them together. Because Eddie Munson may be many things – dramatic, a freak, too intense, not very organized – but he wasn’t that much of a fool. He knew that Steve was testing the waters. Steve was straight, the kind of guy who might make out with some dude here and there when he was drunk, or high, or bored even… But Steve dated women. 

Steve spent all of his energy trying to get women’s attention, and Steve would give women all of his time. Eddie knew that eventually Steve would find some nice gal who would be very interested, tie the knot, settle down, pop out some nuggets. 

Eddie knew all that, so when they started making out after a beer or two, after sharing a joint, after a long late night conversation about nothing in particular, Eddie made sure his own brain was quite aware of the situation. 

And yet, time and time again, he would find himself in Steve Harrington’s space. Eddie found himself flirting, smiling, wanting. He was wishing, really, if he would allow himself a moment of honesty. It was stupid, and he was going to get burned. 

So, a serious resolution. Eddie needed to get his shit together, put a stop to this once and for all. Steve was a good dude, and they could be friends. Eddie wanted to be friends. No matter what happened, Eddie needed to keep it in his pants. He needed to be strong, to get this under control. 

He convinced himself this was it, he could do this. He lasted all of a month. 

It was a cold afternoon in October, and Steve knocked at Eddie’s door. He had this smile on his face, sweet but bordering on a smirk, really. Almost bashful, but not very convincing. 

Eddie let him in, because Steve looked stupidly good in that sweater of his, a dark green one that had a high collar. It made the warmth in Steve’s brown eyes stand out. It clung to his arms and his chest. Which just made Eddie’s hands itch. He wanted to touch, but he was going to fight it. 

“Hey,” Steve said, like it was no big deal. Like he wasn’t putting Eddie’s resolve at risk, making his chest feel like it was in disarray. 

“Hi,” Eddie said, avoiding prolonged eye contact, trying to stand further back than usual. “Were we supposed to meet up today?”

“Ouch, do I need to schedule in advance if I wanna see you?”

“Why do you want to see me?” Eddie asked, braver than usual. Maybe flirting a little bit. Which he shouldn’t be doing, but oh well. 

“Because,” Steve said, and made himself at home in Eddie’s place, threw himself over Eddie’s tattered second-hand couch. 

Eddie sat on the floor, watching. Was scared of saying the wrong thing, but also couldn’t really stand the quiet. 

“What if I don’t wanna see you?” 

Steve looked him dead in the eye, flashed him a smile. “Come on… We both know that’s not true.”

Eddie felt called out, his bluff out the window. Steve leaned forward on the couch, both his elbows resting on his knees. 

“Why you being mean, Munson?” Steve asked. His gaze on Eddie’s was enough to set his stomach ablaze. 

“Why not?” Eddie felt silly, childish even. But he was still hoping he could keep things civil. 

Steve leaned further in, until their faces were level. 

“Because… Anything you want, I can offer.” Steve winked. Actually winked. Eddie wanted to not be here. But also he never wanted to move away. 

“I don’t ask for much,” Eddie said. What he didn’t say, was that the one thing he wanted was for Steve not to leave. For him to stick around, for him to actually be invested. Wasn’t that something?

“I know,” Steve mumbled, and his fingers were on Eddie’s cheek, then slipping into his hair. Settling at the nape of his neck. 

Eddie leaned his head up towards Steve, lips automatically parted. 

“You look good, baby,” Steve said, soft, careful… And didn’t that just fucking take the cake. Eddie leaped forward, kissed Steve. Grabbed at him until he was pinned under Eddie on the couch. 

Later, in his own bed, with Steve’s arm wrapped around his middle, Eddie wondered how he’d gotten there. He had been so sure he could resist this. Maybe still could. But then, to his side, Steve flipped his hair out of his face, sighed in contentment. His eyes met Eddie’s and he yawned. Steve looked small, Eddie wanted to hold him close to his chest. 

“I’m yours,” Steve whispered, kissed the side of Eddie’s face. 

Eddie didn’t know if he should believe him, but at the moment it was all he could do. He did believe him, he did. 

“Fuck, baby, how am I here again?” Eddie asked, fighting not to react to his own desperation, watching over Steve’s hand as it slid up his stomach. 

“You’re mine,” Steve said simply. Wasn’t that just true?

Eddie swallowed, looked at him as if he was seeing Steve for the first time.

"You couldn't handle me, big boy," Eddie said. But he didn't mean it. He was starting to think maybe, just maybe, this meant more to Steve than he was giving him credit for.

And Eddie liked the idea of that.

[l3viat8an]

🕸 anon presents their hcs for each brother :)

Lucifer❤️

-he listens to Lana Del Rey I don't make the rules he just does

- he's also an advate Taylor fan (mostly Reputation)

-he's so touched starved bro like he acts all tough but the moment you caress his cheek he's folded

Mammon💛

-he's so insecure bro please reassure him

-The weekends #1 fan fr

Him and Asmo have a shared Spotify playlist filled with songs they heard in the club

-is actually a really good cook, like he'll never admit it but he would love to make a meal for you

Leviathan💙

-was def a Nintendo kid growing up

-mains Rosalina in Maria cart

-bro listens to stuff like lumi Athena and Cade Clair

-his natural hair color is brown but he dyed it to look like his favorite anime character at the time and it just became his thing

-is actually really close with beel and belphie but just acts like no one gets him

-is def bisexual

-chubby chaser fr

Satan💚

-at one point had like 8 cats and that's why he can no longer have them, he just hoards them

-was a warrior cats kid

-also really likes the one bed trope and secretly wants that to happen to him

-also listens to Lana but says he listened to her before it was cool

-is also a really big fan of drawing and is like actually good at it

Asmodeus💖

-I can't decide if he's more of a Taylor fan or Kim Petras fan 🧍‍♀️

-I think more Kim Petra cause of her album slut pop

-anyways he's such a y2k boy

-lives in a juicy tracksuit

-but like he's also so scared of looking bad that he's never in comfy close like regular sweat pants and stuff

-he just needs to be reassured

Beelezabub🧡

-his first word was brother you can't change my mind

-he values family sm if he ever found out yoy had a bad home life he would go ballistic

-he really likes soft music like Clairo but can also get down with like Korn and stuff

-ik it's weird

-him and belphie shared a bed from ages 1-11

-please play with his hair he'll be so happy

-chubby chaser beel anyone?

Belphagor💜

-is a thigh man fs

-he's so bratty omg but like call him pretty and he's on his knees

-he's so emo bro listens to peirce the veil

-was a theater kid

-Heathers the musical is his shit.

-once played Romeo in a school play and was never the same (that's how he got his first kiss)

-really likes reptiles for some reason

Wdym headcanons 🕸???? These all sound pretty canon to me!

Lucifer listing to Lana ray and Taylor is canon nobody can’t change my mind.

Mammon & Asmo sharing a club playlist is my new favorite thing! The possibilities!-

Never thought about Levi dying his hair but I love him that much more for it! Chubby chaser frrrr

Satan somehow has signed copies of the warrior cats books I just know it- somehow still has at least 3 cats in his room 24/7

Lemme just give Asmo and his tracksuit a hug plz-

The twins still share a bedroom they definitely slept in the same bed for as long as they could!

Chubby chaser Beel my love <333

Plzzz calling Belphie pretty and he just goes all soft and “Say it again…please?” jsksjsksj

[deezbutz28]

sweet nothing

y/n saw a tiktok of a girl pantsing her boyfriend, so why can y/n do it to her best friend soobin?

a/n: i back!!! i am so bored lol

tags: fluff <3

- - - - - - -

it all started with a tiktok.

this girl wanted to get a reaction out of her boyfriend, so she pantsed him. you’ve known soobin since you guys were kids, and gone through every awkward phase together.

so you wanted to try. this may or may not be revenge for him “accidentally tripping you” in the store.

you and soobin already share an apartment together, everything automatically is going to plan. you get up from your bed and make your way to the kitchen.

soobin was doing some random baking thing, per usual. he was in the perfect position as well. his back was facing you, and you walk slowly and quietly towards your target.

finally you’re behind him, and you pull his cow pj pants down and bolt towards your room. the only thing that came out of his mouth was a loud “y/n!”. god, you forgot how tall the guy is, because once you tried to close your door, he was already in your room. you let a yelp as soobin holds you in place and starts tickling you.

one of your biggest weaknesses.

“soobin, soobin stop stop i’m gonna piss my pants,” you plead with the giant.

“then why did you pull my pants down!” he says full of laughter.

“pants? you mean your moo moo pjs! ah, stop!”

“i’ll stop if you say you like them” he says not stopping his attack.

“you know what?? i love them” you say

he stops and puts his hands on your waist to make sure you can keep balance. then you turn and face him, hands still on your waist.

suddenly the only thing you could think about was his lips. the silence is broken when soobin speaks.

“y/n can i tell you something,” soobin says in a whisper. all you manage to do is shake your head.

“i really really like you, actually no not just like you. i love you, i’ve loved you since the 7th grade dance when you pulled me to dance with you when Shake It Off came on. and if you don’t feel the same i-“

you cut soobin off and said “ um i’ve loved you since you came over that one day in 8th when you said you made me a playlist of songs that remind you of me…”

you both let it a breathy chuckle and just stare at each other. finally soobin asks, “can i kiss you?”

once the words came out of his mouth, your lips were on his. you pulled away first, smiling up at him then kissing him on the nose.

soobin starts speaking “i am going to be the best boy- oh shit, the cookies!” he bolts out of the room and you follow after.

once he takes the heart shaped cookies out of the oven he starts again, “i’m going to be the best boyfriend ever, if you let me.”

“of course binnie,” you smile at him. soobin takes this as his opportunity to kiss you on the forehead.

maybe you are glad he tripped you…

[insanitybl00m]

prepare to have an absolute overload of info about Bloom. I tend to stay kinda in the shadows and lurk but fuck it I’m gonna share som things about me :3

who is/are your comfort character(s)? Lullah, Chayanne, Missa and Phil

lighter or matches? Both. Depends on the situations. Am I being dramatic? Am I trying to take a cool ass photo?

do you leave the window open at night? Fuck no. It’s hot as hell and so so so humid.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? Uh none but I would fucking love to research more of them :3

what color are your eyes? Brown. I always draw my sona with blue eyes though because I find them so pretty.

why did you do that? Bro you are going to have to be more specific I do a lot of things.

hair-ties or scrunchies? Hair ties, but my hair is short soooo I don’t use them unless I need a haircut lmao

how many water bottles are in your room right now? Uhh two? Three? Idk I’m not home rn but on average two

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Depends, my favorite coffee drink is more chocolate than coffee and I like it cold. If I get an actual coffee coffee though I typically get a hot coffee

would you slaughter the rich? Fuck yeah. Where are we meeting?

favorite extracurricular activity? Sleeping. (Writing, reading or drawing, depends on my mood)

what kind of day is it? DUDE IVE HAD A HELL OF A DAY /POS. I COULD MAKE A WHOLE SEPARATE POST ABOUT IT

when was the last time you ate? Uhh 3 and a half hours ago???

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? I have a shit sense of smell but I love the energy. When the ground is squishy but she sky is bright :3

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) To my characters yes :3

can you drive? Technically yes.

are you farsighted or nearsighted? Nope!

what hair products do you use? Uh this one curl styling product and then normal shampoo and conditioner

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? FUCK YEAH!! I HAVE A WHOLE BOX OF NAIL POLISH

do you say soda or pop? Soda but fun fact I hate soda. I hate any carbonated drinks so yeah no soda for me.

something you’ve kept since childhood? This one stuffed bear I’ve had since I was an infant

what type of person are you? No fucking clue. I’d say annoying, my friends would say and I quote “gay sopping wet cat. cool, silly, kind, clingy, really comfy to be around, super chill.”

how do you feel about chilly weather? I love wearing a nice jacket and pants. I wish it was colder where I live.

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Star gazing but then getting distracted by rambling about our thoughts

perfume/body spray or lotion? Body spray but I own none that I like so I just use lotion

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? God. Every single time I fuck up a friendship I always replay what I could have done to fix it. Even if it wasn’t my fault.

about how many hours of sleep did you get? Uhhh…5

do you wear a mask? I used to a lot when I hated the way my face looked. I’ve grown more comfortable with it though so now I only wear them if I need too :3

how do you like your shower water? Hot. If I am not burning myself in the shower it is not hot enough. (According to science this means I am touch deprived— huh funny how that works)

is there dishes in your room? Uh if you count my empty water bottles then yes

what type of music keeps you grounded? Indie probably. Cavetown and Muffin by BBH actually probably the most

do you have a favorite towel? Not really

the last adventure you’ve been on? IM CURRENTLY TRAVELING IN EUROPE FOR THE FIRST TIME HOLY SHIT EVERYTHING IS SO DIFFERENT HERE

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Hamilton. All of act one. 90% of my playlist has songs I’ve memorized but I’ll just go with that one

what’s your timezone? This was the one I was hesitant to answer but I’m not exactly doxxing myself lmao sooo EST

how many times have you changed your url? Once. I had no followers on my other url though

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? Uh no. The longest friend I’ve had is a 3 (nearly 4) year friendship with my bestie (atlas :3

I can’t do it in a big numbered list because of character limit so it’s in another block list but it’s the same order.

a soap bar that smells good? Anything with lavender :3

do you use lip balm? No but I should

did you have any snacks today? Yep! I had a cinnamon roll

how do you take your coffee? With a shit ton sugar

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? YouTube and Files (I download ao3 fics to my files app so I can read when I don’t have wifi)

what’s your take on spicy foods? If only I could handle them ;m;

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? Can I kill a politician? Or my middle school bully?? Either way one of those two

can you remember what happened yesterday? I was on a plane and I slept. So kinda?

favorite holiday film? I don’t really have one I just like watching whatever my family likes :3

what was the last message you sent? I’m calling out atlas here. Atlas said that Langa (from sk8) “looks like the most stereotypical lesbian from Canada” and I responded “he issss”

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? Uh never and I don’t plan to in the future. Alcohol doesn’t mix well with my meds and people with adhd have a higher rate of addiction so I’m gonna avoid that

can you skip rocks? Maybe? I haven’t tried in a long time.

can i tag you in random stuff? YES PLEASE

TAGGING: @atlasmothsilove (aka Bestie I frequently mention) @31nightshade @universallytravelerpirate @annimator

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 29. brb x oc

a/n: this chapter went everywhere three times before I wrote this version down. Also, when I found out that a+ man beef Bradley Bradshaw speaks Spanish I love my fucking mind.

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: mentions of Carole's disease, Bradley deals with a lot of shit :(, Bea worries a lot.

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“BALL!”

Beatrice quickly snatched her head towards the direction of the said ball, cupping her hands together to toss it over the net, hitting the opposite side with a slam.  It’s their first day of practice, their team of six separated into three so they’d play against each other in this empty open gym.

She didn’t know how Evelyn did it, maybe her parents helped her out a bit - not that she’d ask her about it - on keeping it vacant until they were done. Beatrice,Shells and Carmen were together, while Evelyn, Eliza and Jennifer were the opposing ‘team.’ Beatrice now remembered why Evelyn was team captain, denying as she might, she had the presence of a Navy Vice-Admiral within herself. She commanded the court without ever raising her voice and her firm stares were enough to understand where everyone was doing something wrong.

She was serious about this game, just like she was with everything else, with an eagle’s focus on doing a good job no matter what. Beatrice admired that so much, she wished she could have just the smidge of confidence Evelyn had for certain situations. She was still nervous about this game, nervous about the other team, nervous about letting people down.

Evelyn didn’t tell them much about who they’d be playing up against only that they are a professional team. She didn’t prod Evelyn either, she knew that the other woman would share information with the others when she felt like it. They stopped the practice a few times whenever Evelyn commented how their poses were off or if their set wasn’t strong enough.

It was intense but it had a good reason to be. “Alright,” Evelyn says after they’ve been practicing for one whole hour, “Water break guys.” She keeps the ball next to her side, following the other women as they sit on the benches close to the water cooler. They were sweating and panting like dogs, it’s been a while since they had such a strenuous workout like that. Even if she and Shells had Tiff’s class, their bodies got used to it now but when it came  to volleyball their joints just screamed from time to time thanks to disuse.

Carmen was the first to break the silence when the others were still drinking water, “Hey Ev, what can you tell us about this other team?” she asks, her bright pink hair pulled up in a ponytail with some strands sticking to her temples and forehead.

Evelyn thought about it, bringing the water to her lips to take a sip, “They are ‘professional’,” she air quoted, “As in they were part of regional championships but had…certain issues.”

“Issues?” Eliza asks, her hazel eyes shining with worry, “What issues?”

“Temperamental issues.” She says, “They are a bit over the top and think they are great. I actually met their team captain back when Prof.Richards told me and she is…” Evelyn’s face grimaces for a second, “...something else.”

Jennifer, the youngest of them all at the age of twenty three, scratched her hair underneath the headband with a frown, “So they won’t make this easy on us.”

“Nope, doesn’t help they are all clearly younger than we are.” Evelyn says, “They are eighteen to nineteen at best, the captain actually called me old timer.” The collective gasp of surprise and disgust echoed around the empty gym, but this was Evelyn and Evelyn always had a comeback, “So I just told her to fix her diapers before talking to me and I don’t think she appreciated it.”

They laughed together, but Beatrice furrowed her eyebrows with worry with her chuckle faltering into silence, squeezing the edges of the bench they were seated with a frown, “They will come at us with a vengeance.” she whispers, “You said they had temperamental issues, they’ll definitely throw insults at us…or worse.”

“I’d like to see them try and pick a fight with us,” Shells laughed, “I know karate, I can put them down in seconds.”

They all stared at the blonde with confused glances, Carmen arching one eyebrow “Weren’t you like eight years old when you left karate class?”

“I still know the basics!”

Evelyn frowns, holding up a hand to stop the conversation, “We are not going to beat anyone up.” Shells deflated with a scowl, crossing her arms over her bust, “This is for charity, we are just doing this because Professor Richards was one of the nicest people while we were in college, this is just a favor to him.”

The other girls quietly nodded, Shells muttering a ‘this is some bullshit’ under her breath before they got back to practice. She couldn’t say if it was because Evelyn explained the opposite team would be younger than they were or because they got a bit pissed about the captain calling Evelyn an old timer - which was messed up since her and Beatrice are both twenty nine, so she took offense to it as well- but they were a lot better than one hour ago.

Fire in their eyes as they tossed the ball back and forth, no score in mind, but Beatrice’s side definitely won according to Shells. Their time was up when they heard people wandering inside, quickly grabbing their things to get out of there and give them space while still regaining their breathing.

Beatrice stepped out and immediately smiled, seeing the Blue Bronco parked not too far from there with Bradley leaning on the hood with his hands on his pockets. He tilted his head in her direction when he heard the sound of voices, smirking as he pushed his lower back off the hood, “Who’s that?” she heard Carmen ask, watching Beatrice speed up her step to meet Bradley halfway, “Wait, that’s Bea’s boyfriend??”

“We told you she was dating,” Shells added, trying to hold back a snicker when the three other women just stared wide eyed, “Why the shock?”

“God, good for her,”Eliza commented, “She deserves someone better than that prick.”

“He’s really tall,” Jennifer whispers, still staring at Bradley and Beatrice, “And big,where did Bea find him anyway??”

“At the Hard Deck, he’s an aviator.” Evelyn said, she knew the three women had no malice in their questioning and no second guesses if Beatrice deserved Bradley or not. They were just genuinely surprised, and happy, that Beatrice had someone. “You guys know she’s working there.”

“I mean, yes,” Eliza adds, “But wow, what does the Navy give their pilots? I expected them to be…I don't know, skinnier.”

Meanwhile, Beatrice leaned up to kiss his lips with a little smile, completely oblivious to her friends chatting a bit farther from them, “Hey, gorgeous,” he coos, “How was practice?”

“It was fine!’ she replies with a smile, “I’m a bit sore but it’s okay, I just need to get used to it again.” She turns her head to where her friends were, seeing they were all in a circle talking amongst themselves Evelyn looks back at Bea, giving her a smile and a ‘go on’ motion with her hand, signaling she didn’t have to stay. The brunette nods, waving them all goodbye as Bradley takes her bag from her hands, tossing it on the backseat before they get inside.

Beatrice sighs, frowning at how sticky she is thanks to sweat, pulling her ponytail up into a bun to cool her neck a bit more. When he drives them away from the open gym, his eyes dart to the left with a furrow of his brows. He didn’t know if he was seeing things, but he was sure he saw the same red truck from the supermarket back on Halloween on the opposite side of the street, parked with its windows up.

Something inside of him made him keep his eyes on the truck by the rear view mirror until it disappeared. Now, he could be very wrong and it was just a coincidence that a similar truck was parked close to an area where Beatrice would be, but the back of his mind told him to keep that truck’s memory fresh in case he’d need to.  Again he chose to not tell Beatrice, not yet at least, seeing it would only make her feel nervous about coming back.

He couldn’t see the plate numbers from where he was, but he noticed there was a bulldog decal glued to the trunk, a simple white one of a bulldog growling at the viewer. Bradley moved his gaze away when they were far enough, trying to shake the uneasy feeling when Beatrice talked to him about the game and the team they’d go against. There was a pang in his heart when she said the other team called Evelyn, a twenty nine years old, an old timer. “Ouch,” he touches his chest, “What does that make me then?”

“They were just stooping low, Roos,” she says, laughing at him, “The girl wanted a reaction out of Ev and she just told her to change her diapers before talking shit.And if I’m completely honest you look nothing like your age.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, Leo is one year older than you and he had a bit of a breakdown when I told him how old you were.” she says, shrugging, “So you look a lot younger than you are.”

Rooster chuckled, puffing his chest as the words hit his ears, straightening himself on the seat. That was an ego booster if he ever saw one, he couldn’t lie. He had a giddy smile on his lips as he repeated the words over and over in his head, “I’m flattered.” he says, dropping one of his big hands from the wheel to her thigh, rubbing the fabric of her leggings as he drove them away. 

After taking a quick shower once she got home, she couldn’t help but take a good look at her bare reflection. Normally she wouldn’t do that, but she’s been noticing how easier it has become after a few months, having someone like Bradley being so…interested, certainly helped.

He called her a goddess. Never would Beatrice describe herself as one, she could call herself pretty, but a goddess? Her damp hair framed her face, water droplets sliding down her neck to the valley of her breasts, disappearing on the curve of her stomach. While she hasn’t changed much physically - she still had her soft stomach and hips- Tiff’s class certainly gave her more muscles than she thought it would.

Her thighs were firmer now as did her arms, but she still remained the same as she was even before she joined. Beatrice bit her lower lip, running her fingers to a fading hickey on the side of her neck, twisting her body and seeing that the one on her left buttcheek was disappearing as well. 

She smiled however, even if her cheeks reddened with the memories of these past days or how Rooster decided he’d spend most of his leave with her, in her house, even bringing some of his stuff to sleep in. And he loved her. He loved her without any shame within himself. She cupped her own cheeks, feeling the warm flesh touch her cooling palms, closing her eyes with a smile.

It was a dream come true. Something people said a girl like her would never get unless she changed her body. But he got interested in her, with her body like this! God and he was so, dare she say it, insatiable in a way she had never had someone feel for her before. It’s the way he’d rake his eyes down her body, or how he’d kiss her neck or how he’d pick her up in his arms during love making. When he talked to her before they went to the wedding, about how he didn’t want her to doubt herself around him, she was surprised she didn’t cry.

Maybe that’s why the confession came out like it did, from both of them, she felt so relieved and happy with him. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world. With one final smile at her reflection, she slipped on dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a red and green flannel before she walked out towards the stairs.

She blinked in surprise seeing him at the bottom of the stairs, supporting himself on the railing and smiling up at her, “I’m sorry,” she said softly while her feet padded down the steps, “Did I take too long?”

“No, I just wanted to be here when you walked out.” he says with a grin, letting go of the railing to pick her up, supporting her ass on his arms and carrying her down the rest of the way. She laughed, holding herself upright by hugging his neck, thanking him once he put her down, “You look very comfortable.”

Beatrice smiled, the sleeves of her flannel fell over her hands - just how she liked it - before she pulled the sleeves up to run her hand through her hair, “I am. I really needed a shower, especially after today.”

Rooster followed her to her kitchen, where she opened a cabinet to pick up a glass and fill it with water. Beatrice blinked, seeing he was just leaning against the wall, staring at her in silence, “What?” she asks with a confused smile, watching him shake his head with a little grin.

“I just like looking at you.” he murmurs, loving how her cheeks immediately redden and she picks up her glass of water, “Because you are just so pretty.”

“Oh my God, stop.” she giggles, looking away from him only for Rooster to step behind her, tugging her close to himself from behind. She looks up at him with her lashes fluttering, “You just like making me blush.”

“That I do, I won’t deny it.” He finishes his sentence by pressing a noisy kiss to her lips, “You still up for going out?”

Beatrice smiled brightly, “Yes! I haven’t been to an amusement park in years!” she says, when he suggested the two of them went earlier that morning she couldn’t hide her excitement. She always loved amusement parks, it was always so fun for her…also when you have a large family, it’s good to have options of what to do when it comes to entertainment. 

Truth is, neither had he and while he had a bit of a distaste when it came to clowns, he couldn’t help but think that’d be a good time for them to spend together. Plus, it was Wednesday, so it wouldn't have a lot of people.

-

There were a lot of people. 

Rooster and Beatrice watched with wide eyes as the crowd moved about the amusement park. While not a huge park, it still had attractions that called people’s attention like roller coasters and a ferris wheel and several stands with food or prizes. 

Beatrice pursed her lips, her hand clasped to his as she looked at the people walking by through her sunglasses, “Well,” she begins, “It’s not so bad, right?”

“It’s not, no,” he says, leading the two ahead. He really thought that there would be less people, if not because it was the middle of the week, because the weather was getting colder. But alas, neither of those prevented people from coming. “Where do you want to go first?” 

“I don’t mind!” she smiles, getting closer to him “Let’s just walk around a bit.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says, bringing her closer to him to press a kiss to her scalp, his arm draped over her shoulders as her fingers played with his. Sure there were a lot of things to do and games to play, but they weren’t in a hurry.

He had a fourteen days leave and god damn it he’d enjoy it however he pleased. And if he wanted to spend it at an amusement park with his girlfriend, he’d do so. He did however flinch when he saw a clown giving balloons to kids not too far from them, subtly trying to avoid the colorful man and hoping Bea wouldn’t notice, but she did, turning her head up to him, “You don’t like clowns?”

Bradley just kept the clown within his line of vision, memories of when he was a little boy and had the unfortunate luck of finding the It miniseries by accident. He had never really recovered from the fear, even if it was small now, part of him was still hesitant about approaching the jolly entertainers, “Not really.”

Beatrice smiled, hugging his torso, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” she says, leaning up to kiss the curve of his jawline but didn’t stop walking when he turned them away from the clown, going farther and farther until the man disappeared from their view. 

He smiles, kissing her scalp one more time,“Going to protect me from harm, are you?” he joked, but he didn’t expect Beatrice to look at him right in the eyes with her face firm, telling she’d always try her best to. God he loved her so much. 

But her attention went somewhere else, her head tilting up when she saw they were approaching the ferris wheel, “Oh wow!” she says, stepping closer to the silver and blue ride “It’s huge! Can we go? The ferris wheel was always my favorite ride!”

Bradley just nodded with a smile, that only got wider when they got in line and she kept looking up. There was something about Beatrice being so excited about stuff that warmed his heart a lot, it was so endearingly genuine, like she wanted to enjoy every second of it no matter how mundane it’d be.

They entered one of the round cabins, sitting next to each other, with Beatrice immediately looking behind her to watch the wheel move up as she lifted the sunglasses to her hairline. “I love this.” she whispers, sitting on her knees as they get even higher, her happy gasp when they could see the horizon - the blue turning into purples and pinks as the sun went down - was one of his favorite sounds, “It’s like we are flying….I-I mean, not that we are– you know how it is to fly, I just mean we are very high.”

“I know gorgeous,” he says, leaning back on the seat to look down to the ground, where the people turned into moving colorful dots the higher they got, hooking his sunglasses on the collar of his white tee. Their cabin stopped on top of the wheel, “Why is this your favorite ride?”

Beatrice is still looking ahead when she says it, a wistful smile on her face, “I dunno, I just like this a lot. I was never one for roller coasters or intense rides like that…me and my nonna would come to the ferris wheel and just spend time here quite often.” she giggles, “Sometimes we’d try to sneak back in line to go again, but never really worked.”

“You two seemed very close.”

Beatrice’s smile dimmed and she sat back down on the soft pleather covered seats as she looked at him, “We were.” she says quietly, “I don’t know, she had a very young soul and always said to live life to the fullest. One time, she picked me up from school and took me to a spa.” she chuckles softly, reminiscing, “Then we went out for ice cream and she brought me home past curfew time. She did tell my parents, but they thought I was with her at her book club.”

Bradley’s own gaze softened when her voice lowered volume, he could identify the pain in her eyes easily when talking about her nonna. “When I was a kid,” he begins, startling her out of her sad thoughts, “My mom and I used to go on the bumper cars. It was dingy, clearly dangerous and there was rust everywhere, but it was so fun. We’d always use the blue car because it was my favorite color.”

Now it was her time to soften her gaze at him, smiling sweetly, “She sounds amazing,” she whispers, “She seemed to be a lot of fun.”

Bradley smiles, “She was.” but then inhaled sharply, scratching his jaw - he still remembered the last image of his mother was of her lying on the couch watching tv - “It’s been…a few years since she passed.” he got home and she wasn’t moving anymore, he couldn’t even call the ambulance with how much his hands were shaking. 

Mav? He couldn’t call Mav. He was alone now, God he was so alone. He was alone and scared and he wanted his mother back and his father and Mav– a soft touch made him snap out of his thoughts, Beatrice’s thumb rubbing his cheek.

She just looked at him with an worried gaze, before she engulfed him in a hug, pressing his face to her shoulder while her hand caressed the back of his head, “It’s okay Brad,” she whispers and he feels his shoulders easing the shuddering and his own breathing calming down, “It’s okay.”

He hadn’t even noticed he was shaking, nor that he was breathing hard, nor that there were tears coming out of his eyes. He just wrapped his arms around Bea’s waist, clenching his eyes shut tight while trying to calm down. He was reminded of how Beatrice told him he made her feel safe and… he noticed that she made him feel safe too. Normally he’d go through these moments alone, in his room, sometimes in his office because he didn’t want anyone to know it, but it felt so good to have her with him.

His heartbeat slowed down and his mind drained out the dark thoughts of what he could’ve done, what he should’ve done, why wasn’t he faster and why hadn’t he paid more attention when she started showing symptoms. His mind only had the soft shushing of her voice and the smell of lavender. She kept caressing his hair, gently combing the golden-brown strands with her fingers, the soft fabric of her flannel shirt reminding him of a blanket with how soft it was, “It’s okay,” she repeated, “You are okay.”

He was okay. He wasn’t alone anymore.

Bradley inhales her perfume one last time before he pulls his head up, his hand coming up to wipe his eyes but she’s faster. She brings the sleeve up to her hand, gently dabbing the tears away from his cheeks “I’m sorry,” she says “I shouldn’t have brought it up.” he’s shaking his head but she continues, ‘I-I didn’t mean to-”

“Bea, stop,” he holds her hand, sniffling to himself, “You don’t–don’t have to apologize. You really don’t.”

“But–”

“No, no,” he sighs, “You couldn’t have known this would happen.” she still looks worried, her own eyes shining with tears as she fidgets with the ends of her now damp sleeve, “Bea…look at me,” she does with much hesitance, her eyebrows curved downwards and big green eyes glazed, “I’m serious, I’m not mad at you…I…” his own words felt stuck to his throat, so he tried to regain his thinking process, “...I’m usually alone when this happens.”

“Alone?” Beatrice frowns, “Brad…”

“I know,” he chuckles sadly, leaning back against the seat and rubbing his hand over his face, “Yeah…fucking sucks. But it’s not your fault, it really isn’t, okay? I know you didn’t mean to…I just remembered a lot of stuff I hadn’t thought about in a while.”

She still didn’t seem convinced if her expression was any giveaway, pushing herself away from him with a deeper frown. Bradley knew, he knew she was beating herself for what happened and overthinking on how that would affect how he saw her.”Gorgeous,” she says nothing, nor moves, “Gorgeous look at me.” she shakes her head, biting her lower lip hard with her fingers clenched together so tight he could see them turning pale. “Bea,” he scoots closer, grabbing her clenched hands in his, rubbing her fingers to bring the circulation back, “Bea, I am not mad at you.”

She gives him a suspicious side glance, “I’m not, I swear.” he brings her hands to his lips, kissing her soft skin before he places her hands on his cheeks just like she does on her own. He keeps her hands there, noticing how her shoulders slowly relaxed and her worried gaze moved back to him.

“...are you sure?’ she asks quietly, looking at him by the corner of her eye.

“I am very sure.” he says, still keeping her hands on his cheeks, “You didn’t know, you made an innocent comment.”

Beatrice looked away from him then returned her gaze, “...okay…” she murmurs, “If…if you are sure…” Bea said quietly, their bodies jolting a bit when the cabin finally moved back down. He stepped out first when they reached the bottom, offering her his hand to which she hesitantly took, keeping her eyes on her shoes or around herself. 

Stupid girl, stupid girl…tsk tsk tsk. Can’t you keep your fucking mouth shut? You’ll lose him, you’ll lose him forever now. You did it. 

Beatrice closed her eyes briefly, letting Rooster guide them through the crowd as she tried to calm herself down now. She hated thinking that her words triggered something out of him, even if it wasn’t intentional, she didn’t want to repeat it. Blinking her eyes open, her vision sharpening to her surroundings, she noticed they had stopped walking and Bradley was looking at her, “...I’m fine!”

“You are blaming yourself.” he says softly, “For something that wasn’t your fault.”

She tries to reply but she’s only able to move her mouth without words coming out, her fingers digging on the fabric of her flannel shirt before she just nodded mutely. She didn’t agree it wasn’t her fault, but she did agree she was blaming herself.

Bradley sighs, taking her to the side of the Haunted House, leaning against the green and purple walls with his hand still holding hers, “I’m serious when I said I wasn’t mad.” she chewed her lower lip again, “I haven’t talked about my mom for a while, you couldn’t have known.”

“But I should–”

“Be careful?” he suggests, “When talking about my mom? I don’t want you to do that, Bea.” she frowns, looking at their joined hands instead of his brown eyes, “I like talking about her, I love talking about her and I wouldn’t want anything more than to talk about her with you.” he got closer to Beatrice, wrapping his arms around her in a hug, her closed fists pressed against his chest as she stood immobile, “You are my girl, you are the woman I love…I’d want to share about her with no one else but you.”

Beatrice made a sound against his chest, then tilted her head up to look at him, looking to where one of her fingers was following the leaves design on his shirt. “...okay, Brad.”

“Okay?” he arched one eyebrow, “For real this time?”

“For real.” She looks up at him with a tiny smile, making him sigh out in relief, kissing the top of her head before he pulls back from the hug. She does feel a bit better, the angry gremlin like voice in the back of her head disappearing until there wasn’t anything else. He brings her close to his side, regaining the same position from when they got to the park a few minutes ago.

The sun was setting and the families in the park were switched now by couples and groups of young adults. The temperature also dropped, making Bea snuggle closer to Bradley and then blink up at him, “How are you not cold?” she asks, looking at his short sleeved Hawaiian shirt, with surprise. 

“Well, someone called me very hot once, as I recall.” he says, smirking down at her and her blooming red cheeks, “So I don’t care much for cold.” Bradley leans down to kiss her head yet again, his free hand sliding into his front pocket as they walk without any hurry through the rest of the amusement park.

Neither of them felt like going to the other rides, honestly they were just happy to walk around. With what happened earlier now in the back of their minds, they thought about enjoying the night before it got too cold for them to stay out.

However, they did have a lot of fun at the games of skill, with Beatrice winning a large elephant plush she’d definitely give to Bianca and Bradley winning Beatrice glowing rings that would run out of battery the second they stepped out of the park. But she did kiss him in thanks either way.

Now they were both sitting on the hood of his car, sharing a huge pink cotton candy as they watched the people walk into the park they were minutes ago. She let the sugar melt in her tongue before speaking, “You know what was my favorite park food?” he rips another piece of the cotton candy with a questioning sound, “Candy apples, not caramel apples. The red ones with the sugar layer around them.”

“You mean the fucking rocks that taste like apples and are meant to break your teeth?” he laughs, then slaps his hand over his heart. “Also, ow? How the hell do you think they are better than caramel apples?”

“I mean, caramel apples are nice,” she smiles at his offended ‘nice??’, eating another piece of the artificially colored sugar cloud “But they lack the crunch.”

“You can put literally anything on a caramel apple to make it crunchy.”

“Sure but then you lose the taste of caramel.”

Bradley huffs, ripping a huge chunk of cotton candy and shoving it into his mouth, “Caramel apples are far superior babe. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to greatly disagree with you.”

Beatrice giggled, bumping his shoulder playfully before offering more of the sweet treat, “We’ll agree to disagree then.” She taps the heels of her boots together as they sit there, tilting her head up to the sky to see the stars glinting above their heads. Once they are done with the cotton candy, Bradley tosses it on the trash can as if it was a basketball. The stick flips in the air before landing inside with a metallic ‘twang’ and her boyfriend fist pumps at the victory.

Beatrice’s smile widens as she tilts her head at him, moving closer so there was no space between them. He lowers his arm so it lands on the expanse of her thigh and his head turns so he kisses her forehead, his mustache tickling her scalp when he does so, “You know, I noticed we had dessert before dinner.”

“Would cotton candy even be considered dessert?”

He tilts his head to the side, “True…caramel apples would be considered dessert since they are so much better than candy apples.” he purses his lips with a smile, giving her an amused look.

“...I’ll ignore what you said so I can ask you if you want to have dinner.” she giggles, “Do you want to have dinner?”

“Hell yeah,” he pushes himself off the hood, then turns around to pick her up by the waist and lift her up before she could do it herself, “I’m feeling…tacos.”

“Tacos?”

“Quesabirria tacos to be exact.” he says with a grin, “They are so fucking good. There’s a food truck that has the best quesabirria tacos I’ve had in ages. Ooh, or al pastor too. Maybe some chicharrón too if I feel like it.”

Beatrice blinks at him with a confused smile, “That was the smoothest Spanish I’ve heard.”

Bradley grins, “Cariño, hablo español.” he says with a shrug, enjoying how Beatrice stared at him with wide eyes and her face turning a violent shade of red, “¿Qué? Soy un hombre lleno de sorpresas mi amor.” he leaned down to press a kiss to her parted lips, his poor girlfriend looking like she forgot how to speak, “Come on babe, do you want tacos or not?”

Beatrice blinked her shock away, then followed Brad inside the Bronco still digesting her boyfriend spoke Spanish as fluently as if he was a native speaker.

He was indeed full of surprises.

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New Kid

Chapter V: Lazy Sunday

MASTERLIST || chapter IV || playlist

summary: Eddie slept over last night, and you two plan to spend the day together, one good day this weekend where things don’t go horribly wrong

tags: eddie munson x reader, afab!nb!gn!reader, MORE ANGST, fluff, teasing, flirty eddie, mutual pining, smut tease (minors DNI), possible secondhand embarrassment warning lol, shared trauma, weed (assume all chapters have weed involved)

a/n: IM SORRY FOR ALL THE TEASING i love that pre dating butterflies shit okay i’m sorry!! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. now for the fun part ;)

Eddie’s POV

I definitely could have kissed them then, Eddie kicks himself for not making a move. Your lips were right there! Less than an inch away! But, they also could have kissed me…

You exit the bathroom, wearing a baggy Looney Tunes shirt, and once again no pants. It’s like you’re trying to kill him. He’d be happy to go though, if it meant the last thing he got to see was you. You crawl back into your spot on the bed, cocooning yourself in your many blankets. Eddie does the same, his feet brushing yours briefly. It isn’t late, and Eddie isn’t the least bit tired. He doesn’t want to sleep, fearing all the minutes he’d miss where he could be talking to you instead. “I had a lot of fun today.” He finally says, lying on his side to face you.

“Me too. It seems we’re cursed to have wonderful days end in fire, though.” It’s dramatic, but the only two days the two of you have been together have both ended less than amicably. He’d do it again and again if it meant he got to spend his days with you.

“Psh, serves us right, worshiping the devil and all.” He makes you laugh, and he wants to record it, play a tape of it on loop forever. Without thinking, Eddie reaches a hand up to your face, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before resting his palm on your cheek. He feels you warm under his touch, watching your eyes close as your mouth curls into a smile. He’s about to move his hand when you turn your face into his palm, kissing the heel of his hand. Eddie’s stomach flips as your kiss sends goosebumps up his arm. Eventually, you both fall asleep like that, breathing in unison.You don’t wake up screaming this time.

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Your POV

Today, you wake up first. Sundays always make you sad, signifying the end of your weekend, a day for finishing homework and cramming for midterms before all your tests this week. You open your eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight coming through your window. Your back is to Eddie, and you feel his arm wrapped around your waist, his breathing even. It’s the most comfortable you’ve let yourself be with someone, despite neither of you being capable of telling the other.

You don’t want to wake him, but you feel your stomach rumble, a lack of lasagna in your stomach.

You turn around slowly, sure to keep his arm in place around you. He’s sound asleep, his lips slightly parted, face peaceful. You could watch him sleep all day if it weren't for your stomach slowly eating itself from hunger.

Finally, Eddie shifts onto his back, his arm abandoning you in the process. He stretches it above his head, opening his eyes and immediately meeting your gaze. “Good morning.” He says, a tired rasp in his voice.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a log. So did you, it seems?”

“Yeah, through the whole night and everything.” Thank god, you think, you’re not sure what you would’ve done if you’d woken Eddie up screaming again.

“You talk in your sleep.” Eddie says, shifting into a sitting position.

“You’re lying.” No he’s not, you know you do. It’s usually something completely irrelevant, but that doesn’t stop the fear of not knowing what you said with Eddie in your bed.

“I’m not! It was cute.”

“What did I say?”

“A lot, most of it nonsense. Something about lemurs at one point.” Relief floods through you, grateful you didn’t out yourself in your sleep. “You said I was extremely sexy.”

A lump forms in your throat, your mouth is suddenly dry, while the rest of your face breaks into a sweat. You blink rapidly, attempting to free the tears welling in your eyes. He looks at you closely, as if studying your reaction, before letting go a sudden cackle. “I’m kidding!”

You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and nervously laugh with him. “You’re awful!” You accuse, swinging your feet onto the floor. “I’m gonna take a shower, you feel like going to breakfast?”

“Sure you’re not sick of me yet?”

“There is nothing to get sick of.”

“Psh, whatever, go shower, I’ll be here, and totally not thinking about you in there.” You snap your head to look at him.

Eddie reaches over to your bedside table, picking up your beaten copy of The Bell Jar. He opens it to the first page before glancing up at you, frozen in place while you process what just came out of his mouth.

Eddie doesn’t explain himself, but lifts his hand and shoos you away. You don’t know what to say, what the fuck could you say?! You stumble into the bathroom, clicking the lock behind you.

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Eddie’s POV

He pushes your comforter off of him, revealing the tent in his briefs. Shit, I guess I took my own joke too seriously. He should probably take care of it before you come out, because seeing you dripping from the shower definitely won't help. Being the genius that he is, he knows not to go to town on himself in your bed. It would make a mess, and with his luck you’d catch him jerking it and never look at him again.

Instead, Eddie slowly gets off your bed, lighter on his feet than any ballerina to ever exist. He tiptoes to the bedroom door, locks it, then gently sits on the floor in front of the bathroom. This way, he thinks in his horny boy brain, he’ll be able to hear you turn the water off.

Eddie breathes deeply, making sure he can hear the water behind the door. Sure enough, the spray of the water is clear as day. Underneath it, he can even hear you singing Hit Me With Your Best Shot at almost full volume. He decides it’ll be a silent session, knowing the thinness of the walls works both ways.

He works quickly, feeling the ache in his groin grow stronger with the sound of your voice so close. He pulls his underwear down just enough to free his dick from the confines. He spits in his hand, slightly disgusted with his desperate need for relief. He banishes the thought from his mind, grabbing at his cock with his now slick hand. He grips it securely, moving his fist rapidly to the sound of your voice.

He lets his mind wander, closing his eyes as the feeble attempt at release continues. He pictures you as you must be, completely naked, under hot, running water. You’re covered in a soapy lather, smoothing it into your skin. He pictures himself with you, undressing himself before entering the shower, hugging your naked body to his as the water bathes you both. He pictures kneeling before you, taking you in his mouth while your hands knot in his hair. He envisions detaching your shower head, bringing it to your clit to watch you squirm while he busies himself kissing your neck. Desperately, he imagines bending you over, fucking you while the water hits your back, while you fight to keep your footing as he makes you come against the tile.

His thoughts escape him, growing less and less appropriate as he brings himself to climax. He shoots his load into his hand while groaning quietly, and immediately wipes it on the inside of his shirt.

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Your POV (occurring simultaneously with Eddie’s)

You try to steady yourself, looking at your reflection in the small bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths. Thinking about me? In here? Is he serious? He can’t be serious. You go around like this for a good two minutes, justifying his words to yourself. Finally, you decide to relieve yourself of some stress. You’ve earned it after spending the entire weekend with Eddie and not jumping his bones.

You shed your clothes, dropping them in the hamper beside the sink. You wait for the water to warm, singing Pat Benatar’s Hit Me With Your Best Shot, a go to showering tune. Once in the tub, you free your hands to roam your body, reaching your fingers between your legs to feel the wetness that had accumulated long before showering. You lean against the cold tile, bringing your middle finger to play with your clit, rubbing eager circles, letting your imagination run wild.

You imagine Eddie in your bed, reading your book. You picture exiting the bathroom, forfeiting the towel as soon as he looks from the book to you. You stroll over to him, still dripping wet from the shower, completely naked, and crawl on top of him. Because it’s your daydream, of course he welcomes you, taking you by the waist and sitting you on his lap. You can almost feel his hard cock under you, and you stifle a moan into your shoulder, hoping Eddie can’t hear you sinning from the bed. The daydream continues until you've grown desperate, yanking your shower head from the wall and bringing it between your legs. Finally, your knees shake as you orgasm, thinking of Eddie’s head between your thighs as you do. Once you compose yourself, you shut the water off, feeling somehow much dirtier than when you got in.

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Eddie’s POV

Eddie scrambles from his spot on the floor when he hears the water turn off. He grabs his jeans and pulls them on, jumping as he struggles to get them over his sweaty legs. He turns around to find you, wrapped only in a towel, watching as he fumbles for his belt.

“I uh, forgot my clothes.” You say, not meeting his eyes. He cant help but feel flattered by your flustered reaction. There may be hope for him yet.

“Who needs ‘em.” He lets himself flirt with you, accepting that if you wanted him to stop, you’d tell him.

You hide your face from him, not willing to let him know his comment makes your stomach flip “Uh, we do, if we’re going to breakfast.” You pull a U2 shirt your dad got you when he saw them live, and a pair of acid wash distressed jeans. You throw a second shirt, a Blondie one you bought too big, at his chest. “For your modesty.” You laugh as he looks at Debbie Harry’s face, then back to yours.

“Seriously?”

“You’re the one with their tape in your car!” Before he can argue, you skip back to the bathroom to change, and probably splash some cold water on your face.

When you come back, he’s put the shirt on, and it hugs his chest and arms with just enough give that it accentuates his lean figure without looking too tight. “Looks good.” You mean it, and he thanks you with a stupid grin.

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Your POV

“C’mon, I’ll drive!” You shout, scooping your keys from the hook at the front door. “Bye, parents!” You call, running out the door with Eddie right on your heels. In the car, you plug in your Judas Priest tape, something you only remembered you had seeing the poster on Eddie’s wall. Eddie busts out his best air guitar to Breaking the Law, and you chime in with the best metal rasp you can muster. There I was completely wasting, out of work and down All inside it’s so frustrating as I drift from town to town, Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die, So I might as well begin to put some action in my life, You know what it’s called… You reach the diner, a humble building on the outskirts of town. “We stopped here on our way in, I assume you’ve been here?”

“Believe it or not, I haven’t. I never really come this way.” The diner is close to the edge of town, something Eddie only ventures out of to visit War Zone when he makes enough for a new leather jacket, and that’s in the other direction.

“Well, their pancakes are to die for.”

The waitress at the host stand is a frazzled middle aged lady, wearing an apron covered in coffee stains. The diner bustles before you, women speed walking from table to table, serving mugs of coffee and plates of steaming eggs and bacon. The waitress greets you with a big, fake smile, and leads you to a booth in the far corner. “What can I get ya started with, lovebirds?” She asks, her pad and pen at the ready.

“Oh, we’re not-“ Eddie starts, but you interrupt, “We will have two coffees, one black, one with room for milk, and two short stacks of your chocolate chip pancakes. Oh! And two sides of bacon, please.” You hand the menus back to her, and she nods, walking off to the kitchen. “Trust me?” You reach your arms across the table, and Eddie takes your hands and nods.

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Eddie’s POV

“So? You ask, stuffing the fluffy pancake in your mouth. Eddie makes a scene of cutting into his own slowly, bringing it to his lips, and chewing it carefully. He closes his eyes, as if cutting off one of his senses will amplify the others. Once he swallows, he opens his eyes wide, rolling them back into his head. “Fucking delicious.”

You beam at him, grateful to watch him enjoy himself, and pour maple syrup on your bacon. Eddie gives you a look of feigned disgust. You wave a sticky strip at him. “Try it!”

He obliges eagerly, taking a bite from the bacon still in your hand. You wait for his response, and after a minute of deciding, he says, “I’ll never doubt you again.”

For a while, you eat in silence, each in your own head as you watch the people bustle around the restaurant. When you’ve finished half your plate, Eddie speaks. “What are we doing today?”

You look up from your plate to meet his gaze. “We’re doing something right now aren’t we?”

“I mean, after this. You got any plans?”

“I’m at your disposal, if you’ll have me.”

Eddie can’t help the laugh that leaves his throat. If only you knew how badly it aches to think of going home. Not after the weekend you’ve both had. “There’s a decent record store downtown, if you’re interested?”

You nod your head vigorously.

When the check comes, you both reach for it. “Hey, you drove.” Eddie insists, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. You go to protest, but he holds a hand up to shush you, pulling two crisp 20s from the center fold, placing it under his empty mug. You cross your arms, twisting your face into a pout. “I am an empowered person, I can take care of myself.” You joke.

“I totally agree with you. But I also want you to save that money for the dime you’re about to drop on music.” He won’t hear your rebuttal, so you slide out of the booth, and he rises behind you.

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Your POV

Eddie directs you through Hawkins, letting himself slip into tangents involving the places you pass. “And there is where I spent the night for public intoxication,” He points out your window to the Hawkins Police Department. “Chief Hopper stayed with me that night. I was only sixteen, walking home from a party, and he was out patrolling. He called my house, but no one came to pick me up. Dad was on a bender, mom was… god knows where.” You listen to every word as he glosses over his troubled adolescence. You feel deeply sad for him, and yearn to go back in time and tell your parents to move to Indiana four years earlier. “Here we are!” You pull up to a plaza, containing a pizza place that’s closed on Sundays, a nail salon, and the record store, aptly named Record Scratches. Eddie holds the door to the shop for you, the bell ringing lightly as you enter.

Inside, the walls are lined with shelves and shelves of records, both pristinely cling wrapped as well as old and dusty. Through the store speakers, you can just make out the words to Close To Me by The Cure: I’ve waited hours for this, I’ve made myself so sick, I wish I’d stayed asleep today, I never thought this day would come. The kid at the counter cant be older than sixteen, dressed in a denim jacket layered over a Tears for Fears shirt. “Hey, Liam!” Eddie greets him, and he returns the hello with an excited wave.

“Hi, Eddie! Welcome back.”

“This is Y/N, I’m sure they’ll become a frequent patron of yours.” You give the kid a wave that he returns. “Let me know if you need help with anything, though Eddie could probably help you better than I could.” He says, then returns to taking inventory of the box of vinyl on the counter.

Eddie migrates to the metal section, while you linger around the punk records towards the middle. You brush the covers of Bad Brains, Black Flag, The Clash, and Dead Kennedys. At the end of each aisle are cassette tapes of more music, perfect for playing in your car. You decide there that you’ll get Eddie something, preferably that you like and have confidence he’ll also enjoy. You look over to him, engrossed in the art of a Motörhead record. After plenty of consideration, you choose The Runaways self titled record, remembering how you would play You Drive Me Wild in the car on your way to your guitar lessons, giving yourself something to work towards: You know when you’re close, you really turn me on. That’s why I want you so bad when you’re gone, Yeah! Come on, come on and take me home, Please stay with me, and don’t you leave me alone… You decide to grab Kate Bush’s Hounds of Love on vinyl as well, currently only possessing it as a cassette tape.

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Eddie’s POV (simultaneously with yours)

He settles toward the back of the store, where the metal records collect dust in a dark corner, isolated even in his favorite place. He wants to get you a record, something that proves he’s got good taste, but will still impress you. He looks up at you, across the store, digging in the punk records. He watches the way you smile when you find a record you’re looking for, inspecting used ones for scratches. Selfishly, he wants you like this all the time. A lazy Sunday spent with you at a diner, a record store, or even on the couch. He scours over the collection, barely bigger than his own. A few jump to mind: Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Judas Priest. He knows you like those bands, though, leaving very little to his imagination. He wants to wow you, for some reason. He finds you difficult to read, still not able to tell how you feel about him. He goes over every shelf, it seems, inspecting records for tracks that trigger something within him, that compel him to purchase it for someone like you.

He’s about to lose hope when he spots it, tucked away in the back of the wrong lettered section: Metal Health by Quiet Riot. He recalls the lyrics to Love’s A Bitch fondly, Love’s got me by the ass again, I’ve been in love since I don’t know when, I keep running and I don’t know why, Love’s given me a crock of lies, out of breath and I’m out of time. He tucks the record under his arm, and decides to also grab himself a copy of Autoamerican on his way by the alternative section, swearing not to tell you.

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Your POV

“I got you something.” Eddie says as you exit the shop, and you look at him with disbelief.

“You’re not gonna believe this, but I got you something, too.”

Eddie gives you a smile, curing you of any nerves. “On three?”

“One”

Two,”

“Three!” You both pull records out of your bags. “Autoamerican? I have that already.”

Eddie does a double take. “Shit.” He switches the record for Quiet Riot’s, handing it to you. You hand him the Runaways album, and take yours from his hand. The cover shows a man in a straight jacket and a mask that looks like a jail for your face. He inspects the Runaways record, flipping it to read the tracks on the back.

“Thank you,” you whisper it, almost not wanting him to hear you.

“You wanna go home and listen?” Eddie asks, an excited smile spread across his face.

“Yours or mine?”

“Whichever,” he shrugs, thinking home is wherever you are. You decide to go back to yours to switch into Eddie’s van before going to his.

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Eddie’s POV

At the trailer, he opens the door to the van, then his front door for you. “Player’s in my room.” He points loosely to the back of the trailer, grabbing his supply of weed off the kitchen counter to bring with him.

He enters the room, eyeing as you slip Metal Health from its sleeve, placing it gently in the player. He can’t lie to himself, he’s ecstatic you chose to listen to that one first.

The first track, named for the album, starts at a low volume, but he watches you crank it as he lights a joint, banging your head to the beat.

Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him, but he takes you by the hand, dragging you to the middle of his bedroom. He twirls you like he would at a prom, grooving in time with you. When you’re facing him again, he brings the joint up to your lips and watches you inhale. Your face is flushed, hair still windblown from the drive over. The chorus kicks in, Bang your head, Metal health’ll drive you mad, and you jump on top of the bed, bouncing up and down as you continue obeying, whipping your head around like Eddie did the night of the Corroded Coffin show.

He watches you in awe, admiring your lack of inhibition, truly enjoying yourself. You’ve got the brightest smile on your face as you point at Eddie, telling him to join you on your makeshift stage.

When the guitar solo starts, Eddie whips out the trusty air guitar, hopping on the bed with you. As the song fades into the next track, the two of you flop down on the bed, laughing and out of breath.

“What are we doing?” Eddie yells over the music.

“Enjoying ourselves!” You shout back, flinging his arms around his neck, bringing him into a bear hug. He hugs you back, no hesitation about it, and holds you there for a minute, relishing in the smell of your hair as it tickles his nose.

When you loosen your grip, but you hover in front of his face, your own inches away, arms still clasped around him.

“That’s not what you meant, was it?”

“Not exactly, but you’re right. I have been enjoying myself.”

“But is that enough for you?” You reach over to turn the music down so you don’t have to shout. Your eyes are filled with concern, and his heart melts.

“More than enough. Is it enough for you?”

You shake your head briefly, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this weekend.”

“Do tell.” His heart aches with anticipation.

You’re silent for a second, considering your words carefully. “I didn’t come here planning to make friends. I wanted to focus on school, get the hell out, and then worry about my social life.”

Eddie nods, feeling his heart crack as he looks at you.

“But,” You pause, adjusting your grip around his neck, “that’s not what happened. I met you. And I’m so glad I did.”

Eddie breaks into another huge smile then, moving his arms to wrap around your waist as you both shift in the bed. He speaks finally, “I’m so fucking glad I met you.” He’s had it with the subtleties, he moves one arm from your waist to tuck a flyaway behind your ear, focusing on your ear instead of your eyes.

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Your POV

The warmth of his hand heats your face, surely making it redder than it already is. You look at him, at his lips: pink and so unbelievably soft, his pupils large making dark brown eyes almost black. The dimple in his cheek grows as he meets your eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks you, barely a whisper.

“How badly I want you to kiss me.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and you look away. It’s the first time you admit it, and you feel a weight lift off your chest. Your heart beats faster, and it’s so loud in your ears that you’re convinced he can hear it too.

“Yeah?” Eddie cups a hand under your chin. He doesn’t seem fazed by your words. In fact, he seems elated to hear it, quirking an eyebrow at you, almost skeptical.

You take his hand from your face and move it over the left side of your chest. “Does it feel like I’m joking right now?”

He looks from your face to where his hand sits, right on top of your breast with your full consent. The look of shock is quickly replaced with one of mischief. As if you couldn’t get any warmer, the words leave his lips so close to yours that his breath is hot on your face. “Kiss me first.” You shake your head as if the entire scene is taking place in your brain rather than right in front of you. He leans further into you, taking your face back in his hand. He’s an inch, less than that, away from your lips, you can almost taste him. Your eyes close slowly, and you pucker your lips as subtly as you can manage… and nothing happens.

Instead of connecting your lips, he widens his smile, watching your reaction to his teasing. You open one eye to catch him gawking at your face. “What the hell?”

A cackle breaks the tension as Eddie throws his head back. It shatters you, watching him find amusement in your vulnerability. So much so, you decide then and there that your seven minutes in Heaven are over. He’s still laughing as you mumble “I gotta go.” shoving off of Eddie’s bed to go look for your shoes. You stifle your tears as your chest heaves, threatening to burst right in front of Eddie. “Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean—“ You slam his bedroom door behind you and make a run for the outside.

“Wait, hold on!” Eddie calls for you, but it’s too late. You’ve slipped outside, abandoning the record in the player, storming out of his trailer with a slam of the door.

“Y/N!” Eddie calls from the porch as you stomp out of earshot. It’s pouring now, and you totally forgot you switched cars, so you’re stuck walking home, a direction you barely remember when you’re not crying.

You faintly hear Eddie calling for you, and he’s sure to at least follow to the edge of the park, but you don’t turn around. You’ll walk the block for an hour in the rain, maybe, clear your head. Was this all a fucking joke to him? Did he not feel anything for you? He did a great fucking job pretending.

There’s about an inch of water in your shoes as you exit onto the main road. Maybe a nice truck driver will pick you up, whisking you away from this Hellish town with its charming, beautiful, and deceitful boys. You don’t bother to hide your tears anymore, no one can see them in the rain.

“Y/N! I’m sorry!” Eddie’s voice is closer now, but you don’t dare turn around until you feel him tug on your shoulder, forcing you to face him.

“What the fuck was that?” You whip around to look up at him, the rain dripping from his hair into his face, soaking into his clothes the same way it must be yours. “That shit’s not funny.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to hurt your feelings. I just—I was so surprised.”

“What? Surprised that I actually believed you’d kiss me?! How fucking dare I, honestly?” You spit your words with a harsh venom behind them. “With you looking at me the way you do, touching me the way you do. Forgive me, Eddie, for thinking I had a sliver of a chance with you.” It feels like you’re losing your mind, having deluded yourself into believing Eddie felt the same way you do. “You know what, you’re a fucking freak.” You both flinch at the word when it leaves your lips, and you instantly regret it. It’s a low blow, and one you’ve been on the receiving end of plenty of times. “Eddie, I—“

“No, it’s okay. I deserve that. I am. What type of person falls for someone over the course of one week? Who else laughs when they finally get the chance they’ve been wishing for since day one? I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you now. But, I can’t.”

“What the fuck does that even mean, Eddie? It sounds like you don’t want to kiss me.”

“It means once I kiss you, that’s it. No one’s left wondering what could have been. I have been wracking my brain trying to figure you out, the best way to do it, and I’ve come up with nothing. I’ve had so many chances and none of them felt good enough. I wanted to make it special, and when the opportunity finally revealed itself, I fucked it up!” He flails his arms above his head in exasperation, shouting over the sound of rain on the roofs of the trailers behind him. “I was so desperate to get this right that I made it so much worse.”

“And you don’t think spending this whole weekend together; comforting each other through being beaten up, my nightmares, my grandmother, staying up all night to talk, falling asleep in each other’s beds— you don’t see how special any of that is? I had so many opportunities to go home, Eddie. I could have bolted after the party Friday, could have sent you home when I saw my grandmother. You could have kicked me out after my episode, told me to go fuck myself and sleep on the couch. Not fucking once did I want to leave you until you laughed at me like that.” Your voice breaks, and you release a chest rattling sob into the air. “Why would you laugh at me like that?” The question barely escapes before you let yourself cry.

Your question hangs over his head like an anvil, guilt clouding his vision. Eddie covers his face with his hands, half to stifle a cry of his own, half to wipe the rain from his face. “I didn’t mean to laugh. I was so… shocked by what you said, I didn’t know what to do. I panicked. No one’s ever told me they want to kiss me and meant it, especially someone I want to kiss. I guess… I didn’t believe you.” The words break your heart into even smaller pieces. You dare take a step closer to Eddie, quietly so he can’t hear you do so over the rain. You drag your feet closer to where he stands, eventually your toes only an inch apart. He notices, looking up from his feet to squint at you through the storm. “I am so fucking sorry.”

“I guess it’s okay.” You swat the tears from your eyes. “You should probably grovel, though, just to make sure.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees, soaking them through with mud as he clasps his hands together in prayer. “Please, Y/N, forgive me for all I’ve done. I live to serve you and you alone. What shall I do to make it up to you?”

You bend down to his eye level, cupping his chin in your hand. His skin is wet under your equally rain soaked touch, your thumb slipping quickly over his bottom lip. “Whatever you feel is appropriate.” You tease before standing again, walking past him back to his trailer.

Before you can get far, he grabs your wrist, using you to pull himself back up. In one swift motion, you’re spun to face him, and he closes the space between you, finally connecting his lips to yours. It’s as if the storm has stopped, as if the world freezes on its axis in the brightest sunspot, your whole body melting with his touch. You’re numb to the rain, only concentrating on how soft his lips are on yours, the way his fingers grip your hips, the way he tastes like weed, cigarettes, and mint. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his wet hair, and he lifts you off your feet, making sure your lips stay securely connected.

“I should get you home, huh?” He says, ending the kiss much to your disapproval, that stupid smile back on his face as he puts you on the ground. You give him a pout in response, and he plants a second, too-quick kiss on your lips. “C’mon, we can throw your clothes in the dryer before you leave.” He holds out his hand for you to take, and you do, following Eddie back into his trailer.

chapter VI

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[simpforboys]

date night

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie and y/n go to the fair

warnings: fluff, swearing

“i’m so excited to finally get out of the house.” y/n sighed, leaning back into the leather seats of vinnie's rx7.

vinnie smiled. “you never want to leave the house.”

“i know, but now i do,” she put her hand on top of his as he drove.

their shared playlist was going on in the background as they gently bopped their heads together.

arriving at the country fair, vinnie parked as the couple got out. matching with black cargo pants and matching black shirts, they held hands as they walked to the entrance.

“you have the tickets, right, babe?” vinnie asked, watching as y/n pulled them out of her bag.

“yes sir.” she joked, handing the tickets to the workers as they scanned.

the sun was setting slightly as the lights were lit up. it was crowded, but not enough for the lines to be more than a 30 minute wait.

vinnie wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder as they went in further. “should we buy tickets for rides or wristbands?” she asked.

vinnie looked up at all the big rides. “are you gonna ride everything?”

y/n gulped. she didn't hate roller coasters, but she was very weary of fair rides.

“we'll start with tickets,” she decided causing vinnie to laugh and kiss her cheek.

-

“can we go on the haunted castle now?” y/n asked, taking a bite of her deep fried oreo.

vinnie took a bite out of the other end.

“you're gonna have to hold me, babe,” he joked as they got in line, his mouth full of food.

“with these guns,” y/n held up her biceps, “i can protect you from anything bbg,” she went to wipe off the powdered sugar on her lip when vinnie kissed her.

“mhmmmm, tasty,” he grinned.

“dork.” y/n laughed.

the line moved slowly as they continued taking turns to go out of line to get more food and drinks. taking the last bite of their shared french fries, it was finally their turn.

“how many?” the teenager asked.

“2.” vinnie said, giving him the tickets as the couple boarded the cart.

it looked like a coffin with purple and black. sitting in the back, y/n swung her leg on top vinnie as she cuddled into his side.

“how the hell can you handle knotts scary farm but not this?” vinnie teased, gripping her thigh as his other arm swung around her back to hold her.

“shut the fuck up.” she rolled her eyes as the ride started, pulling out her phone to record their reactions.

the ride began moving down, skeletons hovering over them. being in the dark and not knowing what was going to happen was killing them.

“oh shit!” vinnie screamed when a ghost popped out. y/n was laughing as her boyfriend kept shouting, gripping onto her.

“that stupid fucking ghost!” vinnie practically ran out of the ride as soon as it was over. y/n was laughing so hard she had to stop and hold onto her stomach, struggling to breathe.

vinnie smiled, shaking his head as his hair moved out of his face.

“y-you called me the scared one.” y/n sucked in some deep breaths as she finally calmed down.

“you are! look at the nail marks on my wrist!” he showed the crescent marks on his hand.

“oh look, my favorite necklace.” she joked, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“shush.” vinnie smirked as they continued walking.

-

the sun finally set as the couple took cute selfies and pictures for instagram. “ferris wheel?” vinnie asked.

“yes, even though the line is like an hour.”

“we can make-“

“not in public.” y/n cut him off. vinnie rolled his eyes.

“make up, make out, i mean,” vinnie pulled y/n in by grabbing her waist. “you're so dumb.” she laughed.

she wrapped her arms around his neck as he rubbed her back, hugging in line. “are we really one of those couples?” y/n asked.

“yes, because i want to show off my baby.” vinnie grinned, pressing kisses to her lips.

the line moved slowly but finally it was their turn. getting into the cart, vinnie put his arm around y/n's shoulder as she leaned against him.

“i love you, vin.” she sighed out, looking at him.

“i love you too, y/n.” vinnie kissed her nose as they approached the top.

taking pictures of the beautiful lights, y/n laid back on her boyfriend. “you know, wouldn't it be cool to have sex on a ferris wheel?” vinnie asked.

“are you serious? with everyone watching? plus it would be over before it started.” y/n reasoned.

“you always gotta ruin my fantasies, baby.” vinnie joked.

“i'm sure there's somewhere in the world that has like a giant ferris wheel that moves slow as shit.” y/n said.

“i think the one in vegas is 30 minutes long.” she added.

“we're going to vegas!” vinnie peppered her face with kisses as she grinned widely.

pulling out her phone she opened the tik tok app once again. “holy shit, baby, the video i posted of you shitting your pants got 1 million likes.” she showed him.

“glad i can entertain everyone.” vinnie playfully rolled his eyes.

[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[hangezoeenthusiast]

The Little Things

gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

person: wilbur soot

summary: there was three things that you and wilbur did together

word count: 848

you were obviously dating wilbur soot, living in the same house as him, in the same bed, all that lovey dovey shit, so there was little things that you and he did together

1. share stuff(mostly clothing) with wilbur

like shirts and sweaters, oh how he loved to see you in his stuff

you looked SO GOOD, LIKE DAMN YOU GO BESTIE

he would feel so shy, seeing you in his sweater that was too big for you

"love, you should wear my stuff more often, it looks great on you."

he secretly simps for you when you walk in the room

oh how good they look, he would think EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. you would even be in a close proximity of him (im listening to wilbur's music rn while making this, pog)

his mind constantly would be, y/n, y/n, y/n, what are they doing, i wanna cuddle with them, where are they, etc.

you would get flustered when he would complement you on your fit

"ohh, you look absolutely in those pants."

"omg, you look great in that sweater."

"why don't you wear that more, your beauty has enhanced even more." (this might sound like shit, but he means you are already beautiful before and after, 10/10 before and 10/10 after)

with him, he would wear your beanies and other stuff that you crocheted, but it would be mostly beanies

like you would make them for him CONSTANTLY since he's such a huge fucking simp for you

"what'cha making love, oh a beanie?" he would secretly scream in his head YES, YES, YES, YES

"love, when are you going to finish the beanie, i wanna show chat," he would pout

"can you wait like 5 more minutes, i'm almost done."

"thanks darling." he would leave, leaving a peck on your cheek

when you finished, you went back to him, sneaked behind him, and put the beanie on his head

"oh shit, you scared me love, did you finish?"

you would nod, and then he would take off the beanie and put it close to the camera

"you see chat, they are SOO good at crocheting."

chat would definitely spam y/n pog

you would make other stuff, like sweaters, winter hats, scarfs, mittens, etc.

he would flaunt them out in public SO MUCH it gives headaches

he would do anything to give you the attention you deserve

you get the idea

2. cooking

cooking with wilbur was REALLY CHAOTIC

like, he couldn't cook a goddamn thing in his life except frozen pizzas, AND THAT DOESN'T EVEN COUNT AS COOKING

so you being the awesome chef you were ;), you obviously had to help your poor boyfriend with cooking

"wilbur, that's salt, not sugar."

"wilby, noo, not 405 degrees, 375 degrees."

he would be so clueless you would probably have to guide him with everything

but when you both make it together, it tastes DELICIOUS

LIKE DAMN, IT WAS A WHOLE COOKED MEAL COURSE (like you ;), jk, don't wanna make you uncomfy)

because of your wonderful cooking skills, it kinda passed onto wilbur

so in the morning, he would make you your favorite meal

"thanks wilby, you're finally catching on."

3. music

and the last thing you would share would be music

you both have your own playlist that you share, filled with his music, one direction, yungblud, halsey, and others (i dont know why, but im seriously addicted to mysoginistic songs, like it brings the BOY out of me that i don't want to unleash, like for example everywhere i go by hollywood undead and she's so nice by pink guy, also my axe by insane clown posse)

you would also have a romantic playlist for dancing

*casually plays as the world caves in by matt maltese*(but seriously, it's a great song, i suggest you listen to it)

music would even go onto him trying to teach you how to play internet ruined me

"it's not that key, it's THAT key."

"y/n WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU ARE BUTCHERING MY SONG."

"sorry wilby 😣 "

he would apologize so much after you said sorry, hugging you and shit, thinking that you were actually sad (TOO BAD BITCH, I AIN'T NO SYMPATHETIC /j)

hahahah, also prepare for him to pop quiz you on random stuff that is significant in your relationship, yaknow, to make sure you love him, JK JK, he's just a bored, lonely boiii

"y/n what was the day we met?""ummm, i believe may 7?""NOO YOU GOT IT WRONG"

you would run away from him, knowing that he becomes full on psycho /j

"COME BACK HERE Y/N, I WANNA GIVE YOU A PRESENT."

so ending that on a crazy note, you do sincererly love wilbur and he with you

you would go miles and miles to be with him

i hate how sappy i got there, but i gotta feed the mcyt/dream smp fans with some fluff, yaknow, to even out the angst and smut/nsfw honestly, i need someone who would be like this

[lvnatiq]

Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze.  He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you. 

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?”  Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most. 

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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