#just in like a yeah ok he has button eyes kinda way

[professional-writher]

this is oh so niche but my favorite type of good omens fanart is when people will draw crowley's eyes all gorgeous and detailed and stuff and then they draw aziraphales eyes and he just looks like this

gotta be one of my favorite types of good omens art fr i eat that shit up

(ft my shitty mspaint mouse drawing)

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE ONE : PIZZA DELIVERY !

Starring… PORTGAS D. ACE 📸

SET SCRIPT :

“Hi hi hi!!! For the follower request event, can i get a pizza delivery Ace? Sweet boy, kinda clueless, and a sweet reader as well? 🥹❤️”

MATURE WARNING(S) : unprotected penetrative sex, cheesy porno dialogue, cunnilings (you sit on his face), slight breeding kink if you squint, afab/fem reader, Ace thinks you’re really pretty, thick!dick ace (canon), switchy!ace, & he calls you “sweetheart/pretty girl.”

DIRECTORS CUT : for my love @kingofthe-egirls !!! I loved this prompt so much and have been itching to complete it since I saw it. Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy. 🖤

A Friday night with nothing to do, a product of boredom. You didn’t feel like doing anything tonight, especially cooking. Sitting in your apartment in shorts too tiny for your ass and a tight tank top, waiting for your pizza delivery.

Getting your usual favorite combo from the local shop guarantees a good comfort meal with some quiet TV before you head to bed. The couch offers you adequate back support after a long week at your desk, sighing and falling into the cushions while ads play in the background as ambiant noise.

Time slips you before there’s a series of knocks at your door, playing a rhythm as you’re pulled from your trance. “Yo, Delivery.”

Checking the peep hole before unlocking the door you’re faced with the cutest delivery boy. He’s in shitty combat boots and cargo shorts matched with a half buttoned uniform shirt. His long wavy black hair kept under a hat as he reads the receipt, “a large pizza for y/n?” You open the door wider as you step into frame. “Ohhh, for miss pretty y/n,” he corrects himself, tipping his hat at you with a smile.

Giggling slightly you cover your mouth, “yeah, y/n. Thank you so much, let me get my wallet.” You wish you could invite such a cutie inside but you know it’s against better judgement. Turning around you make your way through the apartment looking for your wallet.

Ace, the delivery boy, grins watching your dainty ass sway as you saunter back inside. Tiny shorts riding up between your cheeks as you bend over the counter, but he’s just the delivery boy. A distressed look crosses your face before you walk back to the doorway where he’s leaning. One arm holding your pizza and another flexing as he rests his weight into it.

“Everythin’ ok?” A pretty girl like you should never have such a perturbed look spread across your face like that.

You lean forward, studying his name tag. “I’m sorry Ace, I can’t seem to find my wallet. I must’ve left it at work.” Feeling like an idiot you’re barely able to look at him. The guilt of making him come all the way from across town to deliver your order setting in.

“I can help ya find it,” he offers, ignoring the fact he’s on the clock. It’s not the first time something like this has happened at work, just not to someone so enticing.

“No no,” biting your lip as you try to think of a solution that’ll remedy the situation. You look at him, worried to find an annoyed expression on his face but you heat up finding such a soft handsome gaze thrown your way. A complete stranger so bothered by your troubles. “How bout I pay you back? Whaddya say?”

Confused, he tilts his head; was that not the problem in the first place? “How,” he asks curiously.

Looking into the hallway, you check down both ends before tugging him inside by the collar. “Like this.” Leaning on your tip toes not letting go of his shirt you kiss him softly, taking over his senses with your soft plush lips against his. Ace drops the pizza and doesn’t even bother to catch it as it clatters to the floor. “That ok with you?” Your eyes looking at his lips and then back to the rest of his face.

He’s lit up bright red as he nods dumbly, “more than ok.”

You push him back against your front door chasing his lips once more. He tastes like cinnamon gum as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, eager for entry into his mouth. He grants it to you unquestionably, equally craving the feel of your heated tongue sliding against his. Muffled groans escaping him as your hands caress his warm exposed skin beneath his shirt.

“You’re s’good at this,” he says in between each wet smack of your mouthes. His hands wrapping and groping along your waist and backside, kneading the plump flesh like playdough. The cutest part is he’s much taller than you, bending down so you can kiss him how you want.

“You think so? I can get better.” One of your hands leaves his chest, trailing down his toned body as you palm his hardening cock in your hand. “Oh, and you’re so big Ace. Almost like you’re paying me with all this.” Heavy breaths leaving him as you cup his dick tenderly and give such feverish love to his neck all at once. It has him rutting into your hand trying to satiate that itch that’s been bothering him ever since he saw you in the doorway. Little shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

You unzip his cargos, leaving only his thin boxers between his growing length and your nimble fingers. He rolls his hips harder each time you tease the waist band and lick his lips as you both swap saliva. “Stop teasin, thought I was ‘sposed to get paid.”

“You’ll get compensated, delivery boy,” you grab him by the belt loops as you lead him to your couch. Smiling as you push him back, he plops against the cushion with a soft ‘hmp’. Ace takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side as he man spreads to ease the ache in his balls, bulging erection awaiting your attention. “Want your dick sucked or what?”

While that sounds like a great idea, Ace is more eager to taste the sweetness between your legs. “Sit on my face pretty girl, wanna eat you.” He pulls you by the back of your thighs, edging you closer to his body as he starts to slide down your shorts. His forwardness makes you glow, slotting your hands in his hair, ruffling it slightly while he tends to your clothes. For a delivery boy, he sure knows the art of seduction. You’re practically dripping for him already.

He kisses your hipbone while waiting for you to join him on the couch. Sliding down the cushions, grabbing hold of your legs as you mount and hold the backing. “You sure?” He stares up at you from the valley of your swell breasts and smooth tummy, not having any of your objections. He sits up to swipe his wet muscle from your clit down. A soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips as he gets to work.

“Mhhm,” he moans as he taste you, almost analyzing its components like a savory sauce. He plants his hands on your waist, pulling you down further onto his mouth— it’s as if he’s not afraid of suffocating down there.

He’s eating you out like a man starved, dipping and curving his tongue into your oozing hole before suckling on your clit. He ignores the mixture of spit and slick on his chin as he devours you greedily. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, could eat this every day.”

Your soft moans encourage him to give you more, he needs you to fuck his face. He uses those same hands to hook around your ass and thighs, dragging you down on his tongue as he licks your insides. “Oh shit, ah— wait Ace,” you try to sit up, running from all the attention but it’s no use.

His strong arms keep you planted in place, “no runnin’ m not done yet.” Fuck this guy is hot, it’s like he’s straight out of a shitty 80’s porno as he makes you cream against his mouth. He slurps and sucks your hole as you whine loose chants of his name.

Adding his hands into the mix when he slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Scissoring your tight walls, you shake feeling those calloused pads massage your g-spot. “Gotta cum for me sweetheart, then I’ll fuck you as a tip.”

It feels even closer cause his tongue does not relent from your throbbing bud. Sliding it back and forth while his fingers give you something to squeeze on. “Yes yes, like that!” You sound so raunchy taking advantage of his face; running your hips in a figure eight along his tongue.

He’s grinding against the air trying to find friction, shallow thrusts up that match the pace of his fingers inside you. So close, you start pinching your nipple trying to tip yourself over the edge of raw pleasure. The pizza delivery boy of course notes this, groaning as he watches you play with yourself. He wants to replace his hand with yours, pinching and tugging at your dark bud. But, he has to keep you in place while he fucks you on his fingers. “Gonna— oh fuck,” here it comes.

Your orgasm crashes hard, washing over you in one big wave as you almost collapse on his face. He drinks whatever you offer as you whine and cry out, it’s too good. “Think you’re stretched? Cause I really wanna fuck you now. Ya look really hot when you cum.”

He’s swiping the culminating wetness from his face into his mouth, sucking the fingers he had inside you like a greedy bastard. Licking and suctioning onto the pads to emphasize how needy he is for you. Oh, he’s good.

“Be my guest, pretty boy.” Ace has never really thought of himself as pretty, so hearing someone as beautiful as you say it, it must be true. He flushes a light shade of pink while removing the rest of his clothes.

“Condom?” Like an idiot, he didn’t bring any and his wallets downstairs in the shitty delivery car where he typically keeps one if he’s lucky.

“Want you inside, I’m on the pill.” Oh.. and he gets to pound you raw? He’ll definitely be coming back here. Shaking your ass back and forth at him as if to invite him over. “Cmon I want the tip already.” He laughs at your two way pun, rubbing your ass in his hands as he marvels the sight of you bent over the side of the couch.

Ace sees his hard work continuing to drip down the insides of your thighs, smirking while lining his fat tip up with your cunt. He spits in his hand before pumping himself to make sure it’ll fit just right. You’re pushed forward till your hips meet the arm of the couch, sandwiched between two immovable forces.

He’s trying his hardest to not just slam into you, your pussy is so warm and wet around his cock and there’s nothing separating the two of you. You’re squirming from the sheer size of his length even after all that work he did to prep you. “Doin’ so good taking all of me sweetheart. Just a lil’ more.” He doesn’t know if he’s saying that for you or himself at this point, the way your bare walls grip his cock makes him double over.

The couch gives before Ace does, each thrust of his strong hips into you makes it creak and slide forward. He starts off with deep punctuated strokes, each one earning a high pitched cry from you. He’s pummeling your cunny, making your hips rub against the arm as your knees begin to buckle.

“Feelin’ good pretty girl?” But when you go to open your mouth any answer is replaced with moans that sound so pornagraphic. “Fuck your cunts so good. Suckin’ me in.” Being drilled by the hunk of a man behind you and the friction of being fucked into the couch is bringing you near your second orgasm of the night, you start to feel it licking at your insides tentatively.

Ace isn’t in much better shape himself, fucking your pussy raw is taking all of him to shoot his load right in you. He needs to get his moneys worth after all. “Can’t cum yet pretty, wanna see you.”

He moves you both to the couch so you’re flat on your back, one leg hooked around his small waist as another dangles off the couch. “Easy baby, remember to breathe,” he says before easing himself back in. That feeling of fullness returns and brings a dopamine rush with it as he flashes a toothy smile your way. Savoring the feeling of sliding his tip through the gummy resistance.

Your body is so warm beneath him as he drives in and out of your soaking cunt. “Cmon’ give it to me baby. Know you were so close…” Ace trails a hand down your abdomen, spreading his palm across your stomach as leverage while he fucks you stupid. Hair shrouding his face as he coos at you. “Please, dont wanna without you.”

The way he pleads for you is what does it, breaking the dam that was holding back another mind shattering orgasm from this sexy delivery boy. “Ahh fuck, cumming— oh! I’m-” you’re gripping onto him for dear life, firm biceps not budging an inch even when you start to dig your nails into his skin.

It all happens so fast he doesn’t even realize he’s also cumming right behind you, too caught up in the way your sultry lips fall into an “O” shape as you scream his name loud enough to be heard by the entire complex. He buries himself to the hilt, mind boiling with the thought of how he’s fucking his cum into you raw. For some reason the idea only pushes him to not pull out, letting you keep all his seed as he mewls. “Take it, take it all,” sweat accumulating at his hairline.

You’re squeezing him like a damn vice while you come undone, face scrunched so pretty. It makes his cock ache inside you, relishing in the soft sighs that come from your parted lips.

You both start to come down from your lust filled highs when he speaks again, “mhhhm, you’re still a few cents short.” He kisses you, leaning forward and almost suffocating you into his large chest.

Oh boy, hopefully he clocked out.

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[eddiewithcat]

losing my mind and need everyone to see it so here it is

the theory that buck wasn't telling the full truth about why him and natalia broke up has been itching my brain for days now (since the episode aired lol not that long but anyway)

they're just getting back from a call, all piling into the engine truck and idk what the call was about but it's some silly couple that did something silly ok (everyone is fine, it just helps prompt the conversation) and this causes chim and hen's memory to jog, and so they ask buck like, "oh hey, how are things going with natalia? you haven't talked about her in a while" and eddie just kinda looks over at them, confused because he definitely would've thought that buck would've told them.. so why didn't he?

of course, buck catches his gaze and immediately looks away, back towards hen and chim, "uh w- we broke up, actually" and this prompts them to ask why they broke up, buck gives him a similar story to what he told eddie, although more vague and seems less genuine compared to when he first told him.

hen, being the smart bff who is also concerned, ofc decides to corner buck when they get back to the station and asks him why she broke up with him (bc cmon.. of course she knows he didnt break up with her, it was the other way around. and chim too but he also knows not to push sometimes / is scared to push the Wrong button) and so buck spills, saying something along the lines of, "she thinks i'm in love with someone else" looking off in the direction of where eddie, ravi and chim are downstairs in the weight room, just chillin' idk doin' whatever the fuck firefighters do LOL

hen catches where his eyes have drifted, and asks so softly, to not scare him off, "do you think she might be right?" and in that moment you can hear eddie's laughter floating from downstairs towards where they are in the little kitchen area. buck has a sort of sad, heartbroken smile on his face as he says "yeah, yeah i do"

and scene

anyway i am crying if anyone would like to join me pls do so <3

[captain-n-crunchies]

Suki Pookie! 💕

Katsuki Bakugo x Bimbo reader

Katsuki Bakugo... a blond baddie with explosion powers and a itty bitty waist, with an attitude of a firecrack time 10000 nobody in Katsuki life thought he'll EVER find someone to love, to cherish, to care for for years to come... until you y/n!

Fresh from America and glowing brown skin showing off your latest hero designs you became U.A's hero design in training student. Moving from America to Japan wasn't easy with clothes and clothes packed in boxes tou couldn't move a giant leopard print high heel chair into that small ass dorm?? But a very talkie green haired boy, a girl with the face of Kirby with a bob and, a boy who refers to him as class president soon helps you move in and your designer life has been perfect!

// Firstly how did this glamorized girl with such beautiful hair and eyes ever came to romanticized a bad attitude having boy like Katsuki? Well after moving in and getting a internship you had got the first task of your career: Design 3 hero suits and sumbit them to the respective heros. Sounds easy looking at each new fist year you saw your very first guinea pigs; Ida, Monoma, and Bakugo. Ida was perfect after seeing his quick and grabbing some help from the tech teams you made a beautiful looking robot suit perfect for mobility, then Monoma has a copying quirk but has more of a regal asshole type behavior with some time periods research and grabbing his input you created him a very fine suit. Then Bakugo and as you remeber he was an pain in the ass...

FIRSTLY, he already had an design in mind which was terrible, the gauntlets were nice but it didn't have any practicality with how big they were, then the outfit was giving him enough arm area for him to move very restrictive like he wearing velcro, then he had the nerve to add a mask which is never cute on ANYTHING. Telling him his faults was like talking to a argumentative wall he wouldn't just listen but, after three long nights of making specialized gaulets, finding a cloth that would help him produce more sweat, and a mask design you made him hero costume which he didn't say he liked nor disliked. After your first task you fix up any things like Deku bunny ear thing which was totally a werid kink you think he has... and Momo having trouble with zippers, and bakugo came to you alot more when it came to updating his suit with miniscule things like a button.

So, after like literally months of him just coming g to me and making work more than I should we finally exchange numbers and instagrams! He doesn't have many follwers nor does he post but it's ok my page had enough room and after a few videos of us hanging out and posting my followers made us a ship name! It was sooo cute but he just scoff and said it wouldn't happen, such a liar.

Now headcanons!!

☆ So firstly it took months almost your whole first year to even get Suki poo to ever think of you in a non-friendly manner, like Izuku he just saw you as a friend maybe even a best friend until Mina and Kirishima told him every time you and him would talk hell talk more softer with you

" Doesn't mean anything pinky shes a fucking crybaby"

" Duh! You care about her feelings omg! KIRI ITS LIKE A SLOWBURN"

" Yeah bro! Talking to a girl nicely is very manly and- hey! Where he's going!"

☆ After that Suki started to think about his glittery friend a lot more, thinking about how kissing her would feel is your favorite snack place his favorite only because he like you getting those panda chocolate biscuit things? Does he find Choco cat kinda of cute because you said he's smart like him? His mind is always racing and eveytime you own your pretty mouth he just wants to bite your face off! In a cute way

☆ So when you two cuties do start to date its a very thick line of what pda he allow firstly no kissing or making out in public like your almost pro heros your reputation is always valuable, secondly no wrid ass nicknames ( the first time you called him Suki babes was infront of bakusquad and he almost exploded Sero from the face if the earth, he blushs and held your hand while he yelled at them so win-lose) and thrid, NO SAPPY LOVE STORIES TO HIS MOM: it just not cool for his bad boy persona.

☆ But Suki really chill beside a few bumb arguments when you feel like he thinks your stupid you two always make up example:

" You think I'm dumb huh!? I got a A+ in color theory!"

" What does that do in real life baby? Make sure the fashion police doesn't giveme ticket for wearing orange in winter?"

" THAT! AND the fact without color theory you in the summer wouldn't produce enough sweat for your firecrack special thingy!

" And your not bumb because only MY smart baby would know that"

So really he explains himself alot better to you because your very intoned emotionally.

☆ Suki really into petnames despite earlier setting he loves the sappy nicknames like suki babes, pookie, sukiies and anything over the top because it apart of your nature! He loves how you text with various emotions because he texts pretty bland and he loves cuddles alot even when it's hot he likes holding you. It really stems from the fact nobody but his friends couldn't truly give him a hug and his mom and dad the only one who really can get to him so having a partner really pushed his clingy nature up to 100000.9% He likes your American accent on some words in Japanese despite him speaking English clearly in an accent he likes to mock a southern accent if your from the south.

☆ Now onto the kinda of sad part, Suki can't really hear himself loudly because his explosion are pretty loud his hearing declines more and more, and you figured it out when you called for his name loudly from a room away and he never came til you had to closely come up to him so as his personal design you made hearing aids for him and his suit which helped a lot during missions. But once you told him about his hearing he got it check out, he had the hearing of a old man practically and out of that outcme he listens to your voice alot more just incase he won't hear it again

" And I told her I didn't have any diamonds but I had rhinestones and- are you even listening suki?"

"Mhm just like hearing yer voice, so didn't she take the diamonds"

" Oh! Well she didn't and then she asked again two days later! Like girl you know well you can rhinestones insted!"

☆ Anyways back to a little more happiness Suki bookie loves to cook for you since as your beastie he saw you had a terrible sweet tooth and you didn't always eat a healthy plate so every date he makes you a nice and hearty bowl of food and makes you eat it all, from healthy grains to irons and potassium, breakfast and dinner even he ruined your ice cream and made ypugurt bars! Which were good but still where is the artificial flavor On days he does training you like to make him bento box's Sanrio or his favorite TV show themed and he always keeps the little notes you put in his locker in a safe place incase he get a little lonely

☆ Suki when you first started dating was very quite, almost never really talking because he took relationship advice from his friends and he felt like his aggressive behavior would scare you until you sit him down and talk about his distance hell be more inclined to leave you alone making the relationship strain. SPEAKING OF FRIENDS, you are an official member of bakusquad your co-captain, first Lady, even the best member because he just proclaims you as such no matter what your always with bakusquad doing dumb shit (you usually record it) or despite his attitude towars him are with deku and his friends which he doesntlike how close you and shots got over a kid show but hey... ( he watched the show and he got so instred he has a tiny merchant area in his dorm)

☆ Katsuki parents are fashion designers so he knows a little bit about fashion wven though his first hero design wasn't great ge had a solid frame so any fashion dilemma you have is solved with him, he does not sugarcoat though if that shit is ulgy he says it with he FULL chest

" Ok! So what about denim skirt, green top and purple hate with a scarf-"

" Okay Demi Lovato "

..." ..Hoe don't play with me"

Like he doesn't even play with your hair either he's the only one who can look like a bum but you? HIS beautiful golden curly/loc baddie girlfriend in sweats when its a cute halter top you can wear? Even on days where you want to be a bump he makes you atleast accessorize a bit.

☆ lastly Suki is just your pintrest boyfriend, as I mentioned he doesn't really post only pics of you and repost of him and you and from your page to his people thought he was a stan page but no no that's is Katsuki Bakugo supporting HIS girl. Did I mention he's so possive whe he got kidnapped he was scared it would happen to you, he always his an eye on you and since you like to wander off hes always close behind to point he's your shadow and you couldn't want anything more; somebody flirts with you? BOOM 💣 He already scared them off and now your getting a pretzel, somebody dms you? BOOM 🔥 He got that blocked and reported and foe some reason banned from any shopping mall.

Overall suki pookie bear Bakugo is perfect and even though I personally didn't like him at one point I would date him simply for the hell of it!

[leilakisakabiri]

She’s The Man (Gavi)

Summary: You make Gavi watch one of your comfort movies and he can’t help but get invested. 

Warning(s): None, domestic fluff.

A/N: Please send requests if you have any. Also, holy shit guys 575 likes on my last post and counting, you all deserve the world. Thank you so much. 

Word Count: [957]

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“Y/n no please.” Gavi groaned on the couch next to you, watching as you turned on your favorite comfort movie.

“What? It just came on Netflix, there’s no way I can’t watch it.” You protested, fingers already pressing the play button.

He groaned again, his body sinking further down into the cushions, “This is so girly!”

You huffed, “Oh c’mon you haven’t even seen it. You’ll love it. Plus, it has football in it.” You tried to get him interested in the film but to no avail.

This whole thing had started after Gavi had decided to come over to your apartment after practice. The two of you had been dating for the last few months and had gotten to the point in your relationship where instead of always going out and doing something, you would sometimes stay in, opting to order takeout and watch movies.

That, however, led to a host of petty arguments as the two of you always fought about what to watch, having completely different tastes in movies. While Gavi liked watching action or comedy movies, you loved horror or the occasional romcom.

I mean c’mon who wouldn’t want to watch a man written by a women?

“Ok let’s watch this tonight, and next time you can pick.” You suggested.

“Fine, but I’m not watching, I’ll just lay here. Bored.” He responded, looking over at you with puppy dog eyes.

You squinted your eyes at him before turning back to the TV, “Sounds good to me.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he shifted to move closer to you, wrapping an arm around you as the movie started, leaning his head on your shoulder, and closing his eyes.

You were immediately engrossed in the movie, watching as Amanda Bynes transformed into a guy.

You were barely twenty minutes into the movie when Gavi spoke up, “Does she really think that’s going to work, it’s so obvious she’s a girl!”

You turned to him, “I thought you were sleeping?”

You saw him close his eyes the second you turned to look at him and went to call him out but decided against it.

“I’m trying but I can still hear the movie.”

“Right.” You responded, focusing your attention back on the TV.

Another 30 minutes passed, and you were sure Gavi was asleep when he spoke again during a particularly intense scene, causing you to jump at the sudden noise.

“Wait why doesn’t Viola just tell Duke the truth?” He asked, voice breaking the silence, as he moved to pause the movie.

“I thought you weren’t watching?” You questioned.

“I’m not.”

“Ok.”

You left the conversation at that refocusing your attention and clicking play.

“…But why though?”

“Gavi are you watching or not?” You asked, fed up with pausing the movie so many times.

“Ok maybe. It’s kinda good.” He admitted.

You gave him a grin, leaning over hug his side, “See I told you.”

“Yeah, whatever, just play the movie.”

You laughed, starting the movie again.

Gavi’s fingers softly rubbed circles on your shoulder as you watched, and you leaned into him getting a whiff of his cologne.

Damn this boy smelled so good, especially for coming over straight after practice.  

You felt your tummy flip as he turned to look at you, your faces millimeters apart. From your position, you could make out the flecks of brown in his eyes, and the scrunch of his eyebrows as he looked down at you.

“You good?” He asked, voice soft.

You nodded giving him a kiss on the cheek, “You’re just so pretty.”

You saw him blush, a pink hue spreading on his cheeks, as he turned to the side with a smile, not being able to hide it, “Stop Y/n.”

You giggled, pulling him closer to you, wrapping your leg around his, basking in his warmth.

It was quiet for the rest of the movie, until the last ten minutes.

You felt Gavi unwrap himself from you as he leaned forward, gesturing wildly at the TV, “This movie is ridiculous. Since when does football have parkour?”

You laughed at his outburst, finding it funny how aggravated he was, complaining about a teen girl romcom not being an accurate portrayal of football.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, I think it makes the game more exciting, and it looks cool.”

He turned to look at you with a deadpan expression, “Oh really? Well then in that case excuse me I have to go learn how to do a backflip off the goal post for the next game.” He muttered sarcastically.

You let out a loud laugh, “Now that is a good idea. Maybe then you would win more games.”

His eyes widened comically, and he gave you the most offended look, “You did not just say that.”

“I’m sorry, it was just too easy.” You let out between laughs.

He rolled his eyes, moving away from you on the couch, crossing his arms.

“You’re a great player.” You spoke again.

“You have to say that you’re my girlfriend.” He muttered.

“No, for real, I mean it.” You finally pulled yourself together, looking at him.

“Swear?” He made eye contact with you, and you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you willed yourself to remain serious.

You always laughed at the worst times.

“Swea-“ Your voice broke at the end of the word and you had to hide your smile behind your hands, not being able to look at him with a straight face.

“Y/n.” He whined throwing a cushion at you, as you sank further into the couch, not being able to get the picture of Gavi doing a backflip off the goalpost out of your head.

[bubble7o7]

Mature Content

Over 18’s Only

Yoongi x Reader

Possessed…

“Hey what do you think I should I wear?” Your boyfriend asks.

“It doesn’t have to be anything too fancy it’s just a catch up with the boys make sure you’re comfortable”

He pulls out his black turtleneck.

“Nooope not that!” You laugh

“What, why? But you like this one…”

“There is no like with this turtleneck… there is only lust! I won’t get through the evening if I’m sitting next to you and you’re wearing that!” You explain.

“I don’t get it?” He pouts

“Oh my sweet sweet Yoongi!!… let’s just say it distracts me… it makes me hot, really hot… like it makes me want to rip your clothes off hot and do inappropriate things to you regardless of where we are kinda hot. It’s like I’m possessed!” you laugh.

“Ooh!… so you’re saying… I shouldn’t wear it?” He moves in closer and smooches your cheek.

“No, please… oh god… see I’m already sweating thinking about it and the cab will be here in 5mins”

“Have you got your outfit sorted?”

“Yeah, just wide leg trousers and my black shirt, the one that used to be yours” you wink.

“Mmmmh”

“Ok keep an eye out for the cab, I’ll just go get changed”

“It’s here!” he shouts while putting his coat on.

“Ok, ok” you rush round grabbing your bag hopping on one foot nearly tripping over your laces.

Fortunately it’s only a short cab ride to the restaurant so you’re only a couple of minutes late to meet the boys.

“Hiiiiii guys… is everyone ok?” you ask

“Here come sit by me y/n” Hobi taps the seat next to him. You sit and give him a peck on the cheek.

Yoongi takes the seat opposite you and flashes his trademark grin while sliding his coat off.

You gasp.

“You little shit!…” you whisper to him.

He laughs.

You blush.

“What’s with you guys?” asks Hobi.

“Oh nothing… I’m just a bit hot” you smile, fanning your cheeks with your hand.

He reaches his hand out to you from across the table… “I couldn’t resist… I’m sorry” he whispers while stroking the palm of your hand with his thumb.

“You will be…” you exclaim.

“Heeey can you guys not for like 5 mins” Hobi laughs...

You blush again…. “I need a drink”

You can’t take your eyes off of him and he knows it.

He takes a sip from his drink all the while his eyes are on you. He strokes his fingers round the collar of his jumper, rubbing his hands up and down his chest, smiling while he does it. He runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his sweater all while staring straight at you.

It’s all too much for you.

“Excuse me guys I’m just going to the toilet”

You splash some water on your neck to cool off a little. Looking in the mirror you laugh to yourself at the fact that a simple turtleneck sweater has you so completely frazzled. You take in a deep breath, fix your shirt and re-apply your lip gloss.

“I have too many buttons fastened on this shirt” you think to yourself. “Two can play this game Min Yoongi!” You undo a couple of buttons and make your way back to your table.

“You ok my love?” Yoongi asks smiling up at you.

“Yeah I’m good, just feeling a little hot under the collar if you know what I mean?” You smile brushing your hand across his shoulder as you pass.

“Did you order for us?” You ask.

“Yeah I got us a mixture, some side dishes are here now, taste this kimchi”

You lean over to him making sure he has full view of your cleavage while you take a bite.

“Mmmmh that’s tasty” you sigh licking your lips.

You watch as his eyes move from your mouth slowly down to your chest.

“Ayysh!” he quietly moans. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, then bites down on his knuckle in frustration.

“Sorry… I couldn’t resist” you whisper to him.

You pour a shot of soju for you both and clink his glass, smiling while you down it. He takes in a deep breath before he downs his, he can’t work out where to look.

The drinks are flowing a little too well and the guys have you in stitches updating everyone on their latest shenanigans but you can feel his eyes on you constantly.

You look over at him and smile. You notice a spot of sauce on his lips.

“Here come closer, you have some sauce on your lip” you reach your hand out to him.

You lean in to him making sure he enjoys the view again and gently wipe the corner of his mouth with your thumb.

He takes hold of your wrist pulling it back towards him and sucks the sauce from your thumb.

“Fuuuuuuck” you whisper to yourself. You genuinely believe he will be the death of you.

The sound of Hobi’s voice snaps you out of it “You guys think you’re so subtle, you haven’t taken your eyes off each other the whole time. I bet you don’t even know what we’ve been talking about most of the time?” He whispers.

“I’m sorry Hobi, you know what he’s like. He’s such a tease.” You smile.

“I’m just going to the toilet” Yoongi stands and adjusts his sweater.

“Good it’ll give Y/N chance to breathe” Hobi laughs.

Within a couple of minutes your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi.

“Come to the back door now” quickly followed by “please?”.

“I’m being summoned” you smile to Hobi, barely hiding your excitement.

You head outside to the dimly lit yard, looking around you call out

“Yoongs?… where are y…?”

“Here!” he grabs you by the waist from behind pulling you to him. You feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, his hand slides slowly into your shirt and gently grabs on to your boob, teasing your nipple. While the other hand is snaking round your hips.

He kisses down your neck and you melt into him. “Yoongi” you moan slowly sliding your hand across his crotch, caressing his growing erection. He turns you round to face him and kisses you passionately.

You end up against the wall, your hands in his hair and your kisses only getting more desperate. He’s grabbing at your waist and grinding himself up against you.

His hands are everywhere eventually sliding under your shirt and wrapped around you again.

You break from his kiss to take in a breath but he continues his attack.

“Fuck baby” you moan into his ear. “Yoong’s… I’m supposed to be the one who can’t control herself with you in that sweater!… We have to go back in… let’s not get arrested for indecent exposure!”

“I don’t want to” he protests.

“We have to, come on!” You pull him by the hand back to the door, he grabs you by the waist and whispers “I can’t wait to get you home” then makes his way back to his seat as if nothing happened.

“You guys get enough fresh air?” Asks Jimin with a cheeky grin.

You blush and take your seat. You can’t think of anything else but his voice and words in your ear.

Not long after everyone starts preparing to leave.

“Hey we’re going to JK’s for drinks… you guys coming?” asks RM

“No… erm I’ve got some things I need to finish… for work. So we’ll be heading home. Maybe another time?”

Your cab arrives. You blow kisses to the boys and take a seat in the back while you wait for Yoongi to finish his goodbyes before joining you.

You try to avoid eye contact with him and play with the buttons on your shirt but he’s not hiding the fact that he only has eyes for you. You quickly glance over to him and catch his smile forming.

The cab pulls up to your door and you quickly hop out while Yoongi takes care of the fare.

You run to the door and try to input the code.

You feel his warmth on your back while he stands behind you. He doesn’t say a word, just stands there with his lips centimetres from your neck.

After two failed attempts you eventually input the right passcode. He follows you in and shuts it behind him, leaning back he watches as you take off your coat and slowly turning to face him.

“Hmmm… we’re home now… oh I wonder what should we do?” You smile as you playfully twiddle your thumbs.

Smiling his gummy smile, without breaking his gaze, he kicks his shoes off, throws his coat on the floor and rushes towards you sweeping you off your feet.

You squeal with excitement and he silences you with his lips.

He takes you into the living room and holding you by the waist he unbuttons your trousers, slides his hands into your underwear and pulls them both down.

You start to unbutton your shirt but he grabs your hand stopping you “Could we maybe keep this on a little longer?” He smiles. You have one button left holding it in place, barely covering your boobs and hanging off one shoulder.

He pulls you down to him so you’re straddling his lap. You unbuckle his belt and tease his jeans down enough to reveal his perfect erection.

You hover back over him then slowly guide him inside “Oh fuck Yoongi” you moan, savouring every inch of him.

He takes in a breath “Damn… you feel fucking amazing” he takes your face in his hands and kisses you desperately.

Within minutes you’re frantically fucking each other, neither one of you can get enough. He lifts you and moves you so you’re flat on the sofa and he continues to pound away, taking all his frustrations out on your hips. It’s not long before you’ve climax crying out his name, and end up wrapped in each other.

“Oh my god Yoongi!” You laugh!

He leans over popping the last button on your shirt and kisses down your chest.

“I know what you mean now… I get it”

“Get what?” You ask.

“You can’t wear this shirt out in public ever again, it makes me hot” he laughs… “You’ve possessed me!”

The feelings mutual.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 3- Stakeout to Takeout

Summary: After a victorious arrest, Tim weasels his way into another evening with you, this time at your apartment.

A/N: Tim Gutterson x Female!Deputy, Deputy Marshal Gutterson x Female!Deputy, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, U.S. Deputy Marshal Service, Justified T.V. show references, Raylan Givens, Rachel Brooks, Art Mullen (reader’s uncle), Dewey Crowe, Military/Law Enforcement terminology, Mentions weaponry and alcohol, sexual innuendos, a splash of sexism, FOREVER FLUFF, SMUT

Courtesan-(mainly in historical contexts) a prostitute, especially one with wealthy or upper-class clients.

@awaterfalls Tim Gutterson Smut just for you ❤️

~~~~~~~

“Get your fingers away from that dial.” Tim warned you as he gently slapped your hand.

“Tim, it’s just commercials.” You protest as you retract your hand from the radio.

You and Tim were only 3 hours into your stakeout and you were already bickering.

“Don’t underestimate the importance of commercials. Leave it.”

You release an exasperated sigh and look out the window. Tim looked over at you, most likely scheming another way to sass you. He redirects his attention out the windshield.

“So this guy, Dewey, is your C.I.?”

“Yep. Local redneck without a clue.” Tim replied.

You flip through the file your uncle gave you, and find Dewey Crowe’s picture.

“Cute. Is he single?” You joke.

Tim only responded with an unamused eye roll. You chuckle as you closed the file, and looked out the window again.

“And this bar that this Johnny Crowder owns has a whore house in the back?” You query.

“Yeah, a trailer. It’s one of Dewey’s favorite pit stops.” Tim confirmed.

You nod scanning the area around the bar you were parked up the block from.

Suddenly you see a rough looking little man exit his rickety pick up truck wearing a cut off shirt exposing his tattooed arms. You notice the signature neck tattoo as the one you just saw in the file.

“There’s your man.” Tim said as he intensely watched Dewey crossing the street.

“Ok, game on.” You announce tucking your badge into the inseam of your jeans.

As you open the car door Tim grabbed your forearm.

“Be careful.” He implored with concern behind his beautiful blue eyes.

You faintly smile at him, “I will. Don’t worry.”

“I’ll be right behind ya.” He assured.

You exit the vehicle and start walking towards Johnny’s Bar. As you breeze through the door, you unbutton the first few buttons of your sleeveless shirt. You see Dewey at the bar ordering shots of dark liquor.

You sashay at the far end of the bar opposite from the entrance so when Dewey sees you, he’ll turn his back to the only escape route where Tim is supposed to come through. You rest your elbows on the surface of the bar, slightly bent over accentuating your rear to get Dewey’s attention. Worked like a charm.

Dewey looked over at you with a stupid crooked grin. Too easy. You wink at him.

“Hey, darlin’ I ain’t seen your face around here before. You new in Harlan?” Dewey called over to you.

“I’m just passin’ through, honey. Just on a little roadtrip by my lonesome, working my way across state lines.” You say as you wiggle your hips side to side.

“What kinda work you do?” Dewey asked as he slinked his way over to your side of the bar with both glasses of liquor in each hand.

“I’m professionally what you’d call a courtesan, handsome.” You purr as you face him.

You take one of the shots from his hand and shoot it down, setting the shot glass open side down on the surface of the bar.

“Courtzan huh? You looking for work? I know a place that’s looking for pretty girls. What do they call ya?”

“Gracelyn. I mostly work alone, cowboy.” You lie as you play with his gator tooth necklace.

Dewey’s grin stretched from ear to ear, “Oh yeah?”

You nod, then took a quick glance over his shoulder.

“But today, I have someone I work with for special occasions.” You flirtatiously admit.

Dewey couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Yeah?? What’s her name? Maybe she could join us.” He insisted.

“Gutterson. Deputy Tim Gutterson.” You whisper to him as you show him your badge.

Dewey’s eyes widened with panic. He turned to make a break for it and ran right into Tim.

“Hey, what’s the rush, Dewey? Have a seat.” Tim said as he pushed him down onto the barstool.

Dewey looked over at you resentfully.

“When in the hell did you get this one?” He asked irritably.

“She’s a few days old.” Tim replied.

Dewey shook his head, “Well, ya got me good. What ya’ll want with me? I ain’t done nothin’.”

“That’s the problem, Dewey, you ain’t done nothin’. We’ve scheduled a few meetings with you to exchange information and you stood us up.” You explain.

“Well, I’ve been a little busy.” He retorted sarcastically as he crossed his arms.

“You’ve been MIA for a month now, buddy. No texts, no call backs, you ain’t been at your place. Didn’t even write. We missed ya.” Tim proclaimed mockingly.

“Raylan’s been dying to see you.” You added.

Dewey looked at you alarmed.

“No! Don’t take me to Givens!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you ghosted us.” Tim finalized as he grabbed Dewey’s arm to stand him up.

Dewey ducked and whirled away from him pulling out his Baby Browning .25 pistol alternating his aim between you and Tim.

Tim had already pulled his Glock and was locked onto Dewey. You only raised both hands to show you had no intentions of pulling your gun on him.

“Drop it!” Tim barked.

“You really wanna do this, cowboy?” You ask earnestly.

“I didn’t do nothin’ bad! Raylan’s gonna wallop me!” Dewey bellowed.

“You got that right.” Tim confirmed.

“I ain’t goin’!” Dewey yelled.

“Ok, ok, how about this,” you began, “I’ll be your point of contact from now on. We bring you in, and I question you. Only thing I require is a male deputy will have to be present at all times which could either be Givens, Gutterson, or the chief. But I’m going to be the lead for everything for you. Ok? Can we work with that?” You compromised.

Dewey’s eyes darted between you and Tim.

“I don’t know. How do I know I can trust you?”

“Well, you can’t know. But it’s better than the alternative.” You gesture with your head towards Tim who’s still zeroed in and ready to fire.

Dewey paused for a good minute or two.

“What do ya say, cowboy? Wanna be friends again?” You present.

Dewey slowly lowered his weapon.

“Just toss that little guy on the floor and kick it over here.” You instruct him tenderly.

Dewey complied.

Tim rushed Dewey then forced his arm behind his back.

“Ow, OW!” Dewey cried as Tim slammed cuffs down onto one of his wrists.

“Put your other hand behind your back.” Tim directed.

Tim was pissed.

“You said you were taking the lead!” Dewey whined looking at you.

“It starts when we get to the office.” You clarified.

Tim fisted the back of Dewey’s shirt and roughly guided him out the door. A backup squad had been waiting to transport Dewey to the courthouse.

“Make sure you release this man to Deputy Marshal Rachel Brooks.” You instruct to the police officer that Dewey was getting handed off to.

“Yes ma’am.”

Tim looked at you perplexed.

“What the hell are you doin’?”

You look at him, “What?”

“You can’t just take over C.I.’s.” Tim stated.

“Well, it was better to make promises I can’t keep than having you shoot him. Not very bright, is he?”

Tim scoffed, “Not at all.”

~~~~~~~

Back at the office with Dewey in temporary hold overnight after you’ve successfully questioned him, you sat at your desk completing the paperwork for the event that took place earlier.

“Y/F/N, what’s this about you being Dewey Crowe’s point of contact?” Your Uncle Art asked from the threshold of his office with his arms crossed.

“Chief, it was either feed the guy a white lie or let Gutterson drop him like a bag of dirt.” You justified.

Art looked at you then at Tim skeptically.

“Well, congratulations. You now have to work with Raylan whenever it comes to dealing with Dewey. We legally can’t make those changes without court order and documentation so now you’ve been added to the case to cover our asses. Don’t be doin’ that again.”

“Yes, sir.” You concur.

“Told ya.” Tim muttered from his desk.

You roll your eyes at him, “Whatever, Tim. It was better than killin’ him.”

“She ain’t wrong.” Raylan pointed out, “Art knows it, too.”

Tim smirked and shook his head. You continued typing away on the computer.

“What are you doin’ tonight?” Tim asked you.

“I’m staying in tonight. I’m exhausted.”

“I see. What should I bring for movie night?” Tim replied.

Rachel and Raylan looked over at you and Tim, intrigued by Tim’s response.

You look at Tim, “What should you bring? I don’t recall inviting you over.”

Tim laughed, “You didn’t, but the day went so well I figured I’d treat you to some take out.”

You’re rendered speechless as you gawk at him in disbelief.

“I can be there around 8…or 7?” He added.

You heard Rachel giggle from her desk. You shot her a stern look.

“Are you enjoying yourselves over there?” You ask Raylan and Rachel each leaning in to hear your conversation with Tim.

They looked back at their paperwork on each of their desks. You look back to Tim who was waiting patiently for your answer.

“You’re serious?” You press.

“Yeah! Whatchya want me to bring?”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him.

“Ugh ok, grab a pizza and some beer.”

Tim clapped his hands enthusiastically.

“Got it.”

~~~~~~~

As soon as you got home you scurried around your apartment to straighten up. You still had boxes all over from unpacking. You weren’t prepared to have any a guest over even if it was Tim. You light a few scented candles because you know how he feels about them.

You hear your doorbell sound off around 7:20p.m. You look in the peep hole and saw it was him, so you open the door for him.

“Good evening, ma’am, I got the essentials.” He held up a 24 pack of beers and a 18 inch pizza.

“Come on in.” You greet stepping aside to allow him in.

He went straight to your couch and sat down, setting the pizza on the coffee table. He opened the pack of beer and helped himself to a bottle while you grabbed some plates and paper towels.

“What do you want to watch?” You asked him.

“Whatchya got?” He replied.

You hummed as you squat in front of your little shelf of DVD’s.

“Lethal Weapon?” You suggest.

Tim grinned at you, “You still know me so well.”

You remove the disc and put it into the DVD player. You grab the remote and drop onto the couch next to Tim. You press play, then take a slice of pizza from the box.

“Nice place.” Tim complimented.

“Not bad, right?”

“Will I be getting the grand tour later?”

“Yeah, the bathroom is down the hall. That’s all you need to see.” You reply with a smile.

Tim laughed as he grabbed another beer, tapering the cap off and handing it to you.

~~~~~~~

As 11:00 starts to creep around, you and Tim had already drank all the beer and you had started Lethal Weapon 2 when Tim suggested a drinking game when you moved onto shots of straight whiskey. By Lethal Weapon 3 you were both pretty tanked.

Tim had you in tears with laughter telling you stories about his crazy experiences as a Marshal and the hard times he gives your Uncle Art, Raylan, and Rachel.

“Yeah, your uncle is convinced I’m a ticking time bomb.” He scoffed.

You take a deep breath, “No he doesn’t.”

“He does. Raylan told me he asked him if he should be worried about me.” Tim stated.

“Oh yeah?”

Tim nodded.

“Well, is there a reason he would have to ask?” You prod.

“Probably because I have a dark sense of humor and drink too much on my days off.” Tim guessed.

You nod, “Well, you have been through a lot of shit, well, your whole life.”

You remembered that Tim and his dad having had many squabbles that ended up in violent tussles. And who knows what he saw when he deployed to Afghanistan. The man has seen enough horrors to last three lifetimes.

Tim looked at you, “You think I’m something to worry about?”

You met his dazzling blue eyes, “Never.”

Tim’s eyes dropped to your lips, then looked back to your eyes with adoration behind his. Before you could gasp, Tim swooped in, kissing you hungrily as his hands tangled in your hair. You fist the front of his shirt as you pull yourself so close to him, you’re almost in his lap.

Your tongue entangled with his, neither of you cared to even catch your breath as you greedily make out in that living room. Tim pulled back and removed his shirt, tossing it behind him. You crawl onto him, guiding him backward onto his back while you begin to unfasten his belt buckle.

“Reminds me of the time under the bleachers at the homecoming game.” Tim muttered with a huge grin stretching across his face.

You smile devilishly, “This will be so much better.”

You yanked his pants off and straddle him, situating yourself right on the bulge in his briefs. Tim’s hands grasped your hips and guided your snake-like movements harder against his hard on. You sensually started grinding down on him and had him groaning and grunting as he pushed his hips upward against your core. The hot friction between your legs as Tim met your motions had you soaked through your panties.

You wrench off your top, and sat upon him in your bra and shorts. Tim sat up reaching around you to unhook the bra, allowing the garment slinked off your front, as he trailed kisses from your collar bone over the valleys of your chest then started to nip and lick as he approached your hardened nipples.

He groped one of your breasts, and slowly swirled his tongue around the mound before gently biting and sucking the sensitive peaks. As he repeated this to your opposite side, you instinctively grind onto him hoping to feel some relief from the friction of his dick. You whine when he stops.

“Don’t stop, Tim.”

A mischievous smirk appears on his face, “You want more?” He teased.

You feverishly lock your mouth onto his as you pull on his thick hair. He lifted you up from under your thighs and carried you through the hall where he assumed your bedroom was.

He guided your body down onto your bed as he hovered over you to kiss you. His hands danced down to your waist, find his way to your clothed core and slowly caressed circles over the panties right on your clit.

He watched you writhe and squirm under his touch, causing an almost purple hue to appear on the head of his dick from how hard he was getting. He pulled your panties aside and ran his perfect fingers up and down your slippery folds. The man was edging you, and you were enjoying every second of it…and so was he.

You grabbed the wrist of the hand fondling you.

“Tim, I need to feel you.” You whimper pathetically.

Tim’s eyes widened while the blue of his eyes began to glow. He took your panties and tore through it like paper to get them off you. He stood up and hastily removed his briefs immediately returning to you kneeling between your legs.

He palmed his throbbing member, lining himself up with your soaked entrance. He coated his dick with your wetness before pushing forward deliciously slow until he bottomed out.

You both released a satisfied sigh. Tim embraced you, pressing his chest flush against yours as he started to methodically thrust into you. Your moans in his ear spur him on and starts to pick up his pace.

“You feel like home.” He whispered into your ear.

“I am home.” You purr back.

~~~~~~~

Tim rocked your world that night. It wasn’t how you expected the evening to end, but you weren’t complaining. It was a long time coming and you’re actually shocked it hadn’t happened sooner.

He never slept well since returning from Afghanistan, so he spent most of the night holding you under the covers and watching you sleep peacefully. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before finally passing out around 4 am, getting the best sleep he’s had since he came to Kentucky.

~~~~~~~

[pikmingrubb]

Saul Gooman X ftm!reader

You're a regular "client" at Saul Goodman's office, you must get in a lotta trouble, probably that fucking mouth of yours. Good thing Saul has you covered!

Words like: Cunt, hole and cock are used for readers genitals.

Word Count: 3,003 (we went a little crazy, ok)

Long stares and awkward coughing were the only things heard inside the cramped space you entered; you tried ignoring the glares from Saul’s clients as you perceivably passed them up. You weren’t here for Saul’s legal practice, never needed a lawyer on your side for anything you had done, and you hoped to keep it that way. 

“Hey, Francesca, here’s your usual!” Your voice broke whatever trance she was in, her mean look that gilded her face reserved only for clients suddenly faded. She honestly looked exhausted, you couldn’t blame her, some of the worst people imaginable came to Saul for legal help. He gladly accepted all for the correct number of zeros added to a check in his name. 

“I’m gonna kick his ass if he hasn’t given you a break yet,” You chimed in lightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. 

She quickly accepted the coffee and food, sending a small smile your way, a nod of understanding passed between you two before she proceeded to smack a buzzer on her desk. 

“Your favorite client is here,” Francesca spoke into the receiver on her end and didn’t wait for a response as she released the button, a few seconds passed before you heard a slight buzz through her headphone, indicating Saul was actually responding and not ignoring her as he fiddled around in his office. 

Groans and cries of indignation resounded behind you as the door was unlocked for you, and the handle was quickly locked behind you. 

“Hey, kiddo, still haven’t gotten that car fixed?” Saul chimed at you from his desk, he was currently munching on a box of Chinese food and appeared to be watching something on his laptop. You just let out a sigh, “Nooo, stop asking. I haven’t had time to mess with it,” You groaned approaching his desk and peering at his laptop, he was…Watching a video labeled “ Epic Fail Compilations ”.

The slow gaze you gave him out of the corner of your eyes should have been enough words, but he just continued watching with a mildly entertained look on his face. 

“Really? You’re ignoring your clients to watch shit my dad watches on YouTube?” You deadpanned at him; brows furrowed as you stood back up to glare at him. He just waived you off with chopsticks in his hand, swallowing the food he was currently chewing.

“Eh, they’re not important, just some schmucks who keep publicly masturbating in front of an orthodox church.” He frowned shaking his head, your face scrunched up with a displeased look as you imagined that. 

“And don’t even get me started on that Charles guy!” Saul groaned setting his eating utensil down, he leaned back into his chair and rolled his eyes sighing. “He’s gotten busted by the same cop three times! At the same location! These idiots practically just love throwing money at me!” 

“Yep…” Was all you had to say, shaking your head you just gently watched Saul in his chair. “Have you let Francesca have a break today?” Your brow raised lightly at him, he seemed to be caught a little off guard by this. 

“Y-yeah, of course, what kinda boss do you think I am?” He just chuckled at you, your gaze was unrelenting, not a word coming out as you watched him. He practically squirmed before you, trying to maintain eye contact. 

“Jimmy…” Your voice chided, he just deflated like a balloon at that. 

“Okay, no! I haven’t, we’ve been busy…” He said throwing his hands up and nervously chuckling, trying to avoid you. 

“Right, busy ignoring the local masturbators and watching stupid YouTube videos…” He just cringed at your harsh tone, giving you a pleading look, “Okay, okay, she can go on break after this.” He said, trying to quell your annoyance with him, his hands traveled to your hips and thrummed his thumb against your waist bone. 

“This?” You questioned, ignoring his traveling hand, he was gazing up at you with a soft facial expression. He tried pulling himself closer, you now standing between his legs as he sat in his chair, hands grazing over your belt with swift fingers. 

“Come on, kid, don’t play hard to get. You, coming in here, thinking you’re just gonna leave like that, practically blue balling me. Kinda mean,” he said, humming lightly and raising his brows at you, your eyes betray nothing as he kept giving you puppy dog eyes, pawing and whining at you. 

It was honestly kinda cute, desperately wanting literally anything from you, and you wanted to leave him hanging so bad. 

“You thought I came here to fuck you?” You snorted, he just frowned at this, “I mean, yeah. Wouldn’t be the first time you showed up just to get your hole filled.” He shrugged casually, his fingers slowly slipping your belt from the first loop. 

You didn’t relent, you stood stock still as he continued to look pleadingly up at you, “Because that’s all your good for, your client work? Pretty fucking pathetic, helping out lowly criminals, Jesus fucking Christ.” You snarled, this seemed to egg him on, but not in the way you had anticipated. 

“Oh, and you think you’re any better? I’d say you’re just here because you’re a gold digger, coming in here for my fat wad and my fat fucking cock,” He hissed angrily grabbing at his crotch to amplify his words, a small laugh left your mouth, his lips pursed at your reaction.

“Hmph, I couldn’t give two shits about your money, and your cock? The one that you need to take a whole bottle of Viagra to get up because the two-bit whores you pay for don’t get it up fast enough?” You pushed him back into his chair with your palm on his shoulder, your leg sliding between his crotch to put pressure on his cock nestled in his jeans. 

“The same cock that only gets hard when he thinks about fucking me? You some kind of tranny chaser? Or are you just trying to pretend you’re not a little fag who likes to bone men?” And of course, his cock was completely hard against his pants, a smirk rising to your lips as you proved your point. 

He groaned at this, “Hah, at least I’m not the one who likes to fuck men twice my age. Daddy issues much?” He jeered; his hands quickly traveled to your neck as he brought you down for a heated kiss. His lips fervently worked against your own, puffs of air billowing from his nostrils as he tried to not break for breath. You bit his lip harshly, he jumped below you, mouth agape for a second before you shoved your tongue into his mouth. 

While his mouth was busy kissing your own, his hands traveled down back to his original point of contact. Your belt quickly came undone, fingers pulling the button of your pants apart and zipper descending down. He wasted no time tugging your pants and underwear down your own ass, fingers sliding behind you to feel up your rear. He gave you a harsh squeeze on your ass cheeks before disconnecting his lips from yours, he pulled away to catch his breath. 

Red dusted both of your cheeks, saliva slipped between the two of you, and his eyes fluttered open to gaze at you with blown pupils. You took this moment to appreciate how wild and pent-up he looked, hair a mess, lips puffy, completely bendable to your will, god…

If you left now, he’d probably cry and beg for you to turn around and at least suck his cock, full crawl on the ground begging mode. 

Your hand slipped over his scalp and tugged on his hair, pulling his head back, and giving him a glare. 

“Did I say you could put your cock in me?” You snarled, watching him cringe in pain as you glared down at him. A little noise escaped his mouth, both a cry of pleasure and a moan of pain. 

“N-no, we don’t have to...I just thought-” You interrupted him with a harsh pull of his hair, his voice hitting a high note. 

“That’s your problem, you think. I didn’t ask you to think, I want you to beg. Beg nicely, and maybe you can put your cock in my hole, and if you fuck me good enough, you can cum inside me.” You let go of his hair and gently corded your fingers through his scalp, eyes still trained on each other. Tears welled slightly in the corners of his eyes as he panted lightly and tried to catch his breath, 

“Please, let me…let me put my cock in you. I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll be crying so loud for my cock that everyone outside could hear you.” He babbled lightly, at this point, he couldn’t look away as you stripped your pants and straddled his waist on the chair. Your lower half is completely naked and open for his viewing pleasure, your throbbing cock standing and begging for attention. Saul swallowed seeing slick already between your legs, his hand caressed down your stomach brushing through your fuzzy hair, lightly brushing the tip of your cock. 

“I want to fuck you so good, come on, let me remind you how much you like my cock, please sweetheart.” He begged, his thumb brushing over your sensitive cock head, his fingers dipping between your lips, slicking his fingers up before slowly jerking you off on him. 

Your lower half twitched and throbbed with excitement as his hands played with you gently, his eyes never leaving your own as he pleasured you with his hands. You let out a slow exhale as you tried to steady yourself and not thrust against him. 

He had the most puppy lovesick look he could muster, bottom lip stuck out and pouting, curved up eyebrows, and a giant tent in his pants. 

Alright, he whined and squeaked enough below you, if he begged anymore, you might see some waterworks being put into play. Then you’d really feel bad, I guess he did a good enough job that he could finally stop his groveling and get some release from you. It was only fair since any time you came in here, he would gladly let you sink onto his leaking cock, not that he would ever so say no. 

He was completely shameless, if you’d say yes, he’d have you sucking his dick under the desk for all his client meetings, too bad he’s noisy. You hummed a little thinking maybe; he’d allow for some training to keep his mouth shut for once in a while.

“That was cute,” You purred gently at him, fingers brushing back a piece of his combover, “I’ll let you have what you want, so go ahead and pull your little cock out for me, you dirty bastard.” You whispered right next to his ear, a shudder when down his back as he choked down a little moan. 

His hands quickly released his belt buckle and struggled with his top button, fumbling with shaking hands trying to free his erection. You just watched him as he tried concentrating with a straight-lipped look, brows knitting closely together with his cheeks flared up. 

He didn’t bother even pulling his pants down, just enough below his front to let his length and balls free, begging for attention. Precum had already leaked down the side and wetted his underwear, absolutely shameless, what a fucking mess he was.

You snorted lightly at this as your hand instantly started jerking him off, using his cum as lube to slick himself up, a noise escaped the back of his throat at your harsh hand thrusts. He was loving every second of it, watching you manhandle his cock as if it belonged to you. 

“Ahh!~” He gasped lightly as you touched his head, rubbing it lightly with your thumb, “Come on, kid, while I like your hand a lot, I uhm-” You sunk yourself down on him, hand angling his cock into your soaked hole, “Oh fuck!” He cried as you sunk slowly onto him, allowing yourself to breathe out calmly, slipping down on him inch by inch. 

His breath hitched as you finally enveloped his entire length, taking a short break to adjust to him, letting your legs rest on top of his own. Your hand was placed on his shoulder, keeping you steady, you just watched his pleasured face as he stared at your two bodies connected. You felt a blush creep up at the intensity of his stare, his hands calmly brushed over the top of your thighs as he gave a little thrust, gently testing you. 

A soft sigh left your lips at this, he took that as a good sign, hands firmly grasping your legs as he started grinding into you, you felt yourself clench around his twitching member, his head hitting your front wall making you gasp quietly. 

“Yeah, you like that?” He breathed out, his fingers delving in to stroke your cock as his length pulled out from you before slamming back in with a wet slap.

“Oh, you feel so tight, holy shit! Relax a little, kid.” He chuckled as his pace sped up, hips jerking up towards your own, your slick allowing him to glide in effortlessly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re getting close, you want me to slow down?” His pacing did not, in fact, slow down. 

You had to lean into him just to keep from falling off his lap, hands bracing on his shoulders, his lips met your own as he pulled you closer. A low whine escaped your throat as he kept pistoning into your cunt, the chair squeaked in denial below you two. 

“Hah, I didn’t think so, I’m supposed to be making you feel good, right?” He asked, pulling away from your face just enough to breathe out some words, his mouth nipping and biting along your jaw, “Does it feel good? Having my cock inside you?” He hummed biting harshly on your jugular, a strangled “yes” escaped your throat. 

“Hmmm, what’s that, sweetie? You’re gonna have to speak up, daddy can’t hear you.” He chuckled to himself, giving you a particularly rough thrust of his hips, his cock was absolutely soaked with your juices as his balls slapped against you. 

God, he felt so fucking good inside you, reaching all the places his fingers couldn’t get, filling your needy hole while you clenched around him, begging for release. 

“Yes, fuck! I love having your cock inside me!” You practically wailed in his ear, your nails dug into his shirt as he fucked you into oblivion, his own moans mixed with yours. 

“Oh, shit, yeah take my fucking cock, slut!” Saul groaned, he felt his cock throb with want for release as he pumped you full of him, “Ah, oh fuck! Can I cum inside you?” He begged, his thrusting stuttering, and holding back as much as possible while still pounding into you. 

“Ahh~ Fuck….yes, please fill me up,” you begged against him, his fingers came back to your cock and started jerking you off hard. Your pleasure increased tenfold, the blazing heat in your stomach wound tighter as he cursed and thrust into you like a rabbit.

“Yeah? Good, because I’m gonna breed you like the slut you are, god that’s the only thing your body is good for, taking my seed!” He yelped particularly loudly as he seated himself into you fully, thumb still rubbing against your cock, bringing your release in time with his own. He let out another moan as his hot throbbing cock spurted inside your clenching walls, his mouth sloppily connecting with your own as he rode out his release. 

He whined below you, feeling your own spasms around his sensitive cock, still desperately thrusting up into you. You let out a quiet moan as he slowed his thrusts to seat himself in you, taking a breather as you both enjoyed coming down from your highs.

You could feel his cum leaking out from around him, making an absolute mess of his pants, thank fucking god they were a dark color. It wouldn’t be quite as noticeable to see a giant wet spot and realize it’s a cum stain on his work clothes. 

He let out a long sigh, relaxing back in his chair, his hands had left your hips and now wrapped around your lower back gently stroking you as he cuddled closer. You two stayed like this for another few minutes while he became completely soft inside you, before finally deciding to pull out from you, a soft whine left your throat at the loss of his heat. 

“I know, I know, kid. But a deal is a deal, Francesca needs that break, huh?” He said, patting your thigh before you slipped off his lap, legs slightly wobbly as he held your sides for support. A chuckle escaped his lips seeing you like this, “Woah! Be careful now, don’t wanna hurt yourself. There are no payouts for injuring yourself on the job.” He joked a little standing up and tucking himself back into his pants. 

You just rolled your eyes and bent over to grab your pants, and he this took this opportunity to slap your ass particularly hard, earning a yelp from you. 

“Really, Saul?” You snarled, turning back to him, he just oggled at you with an innocent look, a small smile dancing on his lips.

“What? I can’t resist you, you know this!” He laughed handing you your undergarments you had yet to pick up, you let out an exasperated sigh at his childish antics. 

“Whatever. Just go let Francesca have her damn break,” You chided before slipping everything on and promptly leaving, his eyes watching you the entire time as you left. With a smirk still present on his face, his mood had been lifted and his dick satisfied. 

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if requests are still open, i hope you don't mind writing some comfort headcanons for mc who's ill with olba boys (i'm down with covid again,, its making me kinda sad because its near the holidays). if you're not comfortable write these, its fine!! thank you for writing olba fics and works - they're like a source of comfort to read esp since the game is officially finished 🫶

I hope you feel better, friend!!!

-- Cove is doing the thing where he's freaking out but he's trying not to make this about him, but like he's REALLY freaking out. Especially if it's covid (I know covid isn't a thing in Our Life Land, but he would NOT be well in 2020, or for a while after).

-- He's not concerned in the least that he'll catch it. He'll wear a mask if you ask, but he's more concerned about taking care of you. Literally tell him anything you need and he'll get it/do it. If you feel up to it, you can get some good laughs this way.

-- Gets one of those thermometers that you can just hover over a forehead to check someone's temperature, checks yours constantly, even (especially) while you're sleeping.

-- If you still live at home or nearby, he's having your moms and/or Cliff cook for you. He can heat up some soup, but he's going to be asking for the good stuff for you. If you don't live nearby, he's going to have to get something delivered.

Cove: *barely paying attention to his phone while checking your temperature for the umpteenth time that day* Hey Siri, DoorDash soup.

Siri: I'm sorry, I --

Cove *throws phone out the window*

-- Cove will take care of you diligently with sort of a panicked undertone. Derek will be just as diligent, but as a certified third parent to two baby brothers, this isn't his first rodeo.

-- Guy actually has a notepad on the counter that he's using to monitor your symptoms.

-- He picked up one of those little oxygen sensors too, you know what I mean? Like the little things they put on your finger at the doctor to check your oxygen levels (science). You can get them for your own person use too, and he grabbed one at the pharmacy when he was picking up supplies.

-- If he has to take you to get medical care, he is going to present as calm and collected because he knows that acting like the scared little lovesick boy he is on the inside isn't going to help anything, and he's an expert about pushing his feelings down anyway, so he's had practice!

Nurse: *after listening to Derek give a summary of your symptoms* Wow, you really know your stuff! Are you in healthcare?

Derek: No, this is just who I am as a person.

-- Baxter is a little bit of a mix between the two! He'll pretend to be calm, it's no big deal, you're just sick, you'll be fine. But on the inside, he's giving Clingy Cove a run for his money.

-- Do you guys have those nurse lines where you can call and talk to a nurse and they'll tell you what they advise you to do? Yeah, they get on a first name basis with Baxter during this.

-- He's not sleeping until he's certain you're going to be ok. If you're good and sick for a few days, you are going to have an absolutely unhinged nursemaid looking after you.

You: Baxter, you can go to bed, seriously, it's fine.

Baxter: *dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, he threw on one of your t-shirts because he stopped being able to work buttons after being awake for so long, he looks absolutely feral and not even remotely in a hot way* I'm all right, darling! Don't worry about me!

-- Will cook for you, is cleaning up everything while you sleep, work can wait. This boy is ANXIOUS, again, especially if its covid. Maybe you might have to have a talk about it when you get to feeling better!

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Ok”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and lets it out.

“ I need to go ”

He can hear the disapproving sounds coming from his brothers.

“ You just got back and better! Why do you need to leave when you have been fine staying this long?”

He opened his eyes to look at Branch who was obviously frustrated, and Floyd gave him a tired smile.

“ I have someone to find and I will be back this time.”

He tried to sound as reassuring as possible. He has no plans on leaving branch like he did last time.

“ Who?”

‘Shit! I can't tell them’

“ Uhh I c-cant tell youuu?”

Branch did not look to happy with that answer.

“Floyd tell me who it is”

Welp fuck it!

“ Riff “

There u go little bro

“Who's that?”

Dam more information ahhhhh

“ He's a rock troll “

Branch's face for some reason looked like he just realized something.

“ Welp I can help you with that.”

Huh! He was shocked how could his little brother help him!?! I know he's been out of the village, but to rock mountain? His little brother a rock troll!?! Wait no he could totally see it.

“ Deep breath”

He breaths in and breaths out.

“What”

Branch just shrugs.

“Poppy's friends with the queen and I am pretty sure you're talking about her drummer?”

WHAT!

“I-i okay?”

I mean this does mean I don't have to leave so soon,His face softens at the realization that riff could meet his family.

“ Yeah I think I can get on board with that.”

“Good!”

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Branch took him to Poppy's house yesterday to get things figured out. They talked about how they would get them here and if there would be any needed accommodations. Bc even though they are friends, pop trolls don't know a good bit about a rock troll's dietary needs or how they can't be in the sun for too long, but I guess that can be easy to forget if you don't interact that much.

He made sure that everything was in order. He enjoyed talking to Poppy. She's a nice girl, a little accidentally empathetic sometimes but if you call her out on it she will take it, all he hopes is that she treats his little brother ok. She is the one to write and send the letter out so it will actually be received by barb.

Shockingly It only took an hour to get one back! Poppy went over and grabbed it from the bat creature cooing at it before sending it to.

She opens the letter to read it out loud.

“ Hell yeah man we'll be over soon it will be metal a f$@## to see y'all again!!.”

He giggles

“Barb really has a way with words”

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He wakes up in his pod of the bunker groggy and in need of coffee so he gets out of bed and drags himself to the kitchen.

“Uhhhg”

He groans as he makes his way to the coffee machine. Completely not noticing Branch at the counter.

“ Soo rock?”

He jumps as he presses the on button to start his coffee and turns around to see branch with the most unimpress expression on his face.

“Uh yeah why?”

Branch looks at his coffee he made prior to Floyd waking up and shrugs.

“I don't know I always thought you'd be more into jazz funk maybe you know something like that”

Floyd guess he can kinda understand but he was the emotional one not the calm one or happy one.

“ I can see where you're coming from but I was the emotional one, not the calm or happy one. Not that I didn't try to like them, they just weren't emotional enough for me I guess.”

Branch looks at him considering what he was saying then understanding.

“ I think I understand now”

Floyd just hums as he continues to make his coffee. He checks the clock on it and it says 10:30 am riff and barb will be here around 12:00 so he has an hour or two to get ready so he starts breakfast and teasing branch.

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It's 11:28 and he just got out of the shower. He's now drying his hair, setting out his outfit. He's just going to do something simple so he doesn't give riff a heart attack and a boner in front of everyone again. All it is are some baggy cargo pants and a cropped mouth eating sweater with a couple other accessories.

He hurries up and gets everything done and by time he gets ready it's 11:44 so he quickly gets himself out of the bunker and to poppy's place where they will be meeting.

‘What if riff has already moved on?’ no ‘ I mean for all he knows you abandoned him' no I didn't. He could feel his thoughts start spiraling and he's ready to get Lost in them until a loud voice cuts him out of it.

“POPROCKS!”

his eyes meet riffs single as he holds up his beany and waves smiling as he slides down a giant angler. Floyd can help but be charmed bye his goofy metal head.

“RIFF”

He runs right to him tackling them both to the floor.

“ Yo what's up man been doing well?”

‘Pfft- this dumbass’ he looks up at the riff . He's a little more disheveled than usual. At least his beanie is on the floor and you can see his loving eyes. Floyd can feel himself about to cry.

“Your lucky I am happy to see you”

Riff smiles, wrapping his arms around Floyd, making him feel safe again. :Hell I am going to cry so fucking hard.’

“ Yeah yeah tell me about it, but for real I have missed you so much and when I seen what happened I wanted to come here as soon as I could but I didn't kn-”

Floyd leaned in and kissed him and riff instantly melted into it. They just lay and kiss until Floyd breaks it.

“ It's okay I understand I have missed you to I have been so lonely without you I was in that Crystal jar for two months I was so scared u thought I left you or that you move on and wouldn't love me any more-".

This time it's a riff that initiates the kiss using his hand to bring Floyd's face to his. He pulls them into a setting position before breaking.

“ No baby no, I just couldn't find you I was so worried about where u were I never stopped loving you”

Floyd was now sobbing into riffs shoulders.

“L-love..you t-to man”

Riff just holds him there until they have to go.

Might put this on ao3

When u join fandom late 😭

[ayyeitssarahh]

Kinkmas Day 2! Billy Hargrove x Reader(Spanking)

TW: Spanking, Fingering, squirting, slightly Mean!Billy, maybe toxic!billy(if you squint), Soft!Billy, aftercare.(I believe that's it but lemme know if I missed any!)

(A/n: This is super late but I lowkey forgot so sorry abt that. Also I mentioned a taxi once or twice here and they probably don’t have taxis in Hawkins cause it's a small town but lets pretend ok. Also, There's like 2 maybe 3 time skips to get to the Smut faster. Anddd I wrote this at like 5 am so sorry if there is misspelling  Lol, Anyways enjoy.)

Word Count: 2.1k

“Do you have to tell him when you got out all the time?” Claire asks as we get dressed in her room. 

“No. He just worries a lot so I tell him so he doesn't.” I tell her, buttoning up my jeans. 

“Mhmm, sure.” She replies in an unconvincing way. I roll my eyes. Turning around to look at her. 

“You ready? I told Billy that I'd be home by 11 and it's 9 now. I wanna get hom ebay then because he said he has a surprise for me!” I said, getting a little excited. 

“Yeah yeah, lets go, it takes like 10 minutes to get there so lets bounce.” She said, grabbing her house keys and walking out the front door. Locking it once I'm outside too. 

“We’ve got everything? Keys, wallet?” I ask, just making sure before we actually leave. 

“Yep! Let's get going. Hopefully the line isn’t too long” She said, walking down the driveway. I follow after her. 

“We can always use our special charm! You know, being a woman and all!” I smirk, sending her a wink when she turns around to give me a quick look. 

“Jeez Y/n. You are such a weirdo!” She exclaimed. Getting into the taxi she called 15 minutes ago to come get us, me getting in behind her. 

*Time skip to the bar. 1 hour in*

The music is bumping in the background. Claire found someone to dance with about 20 minutes ago and since then I've been sitting here slowly sipping on my 4th drink tonight. A Bronx Cocktail. 

Looking around, I spot a pair of green eyes staring at me, a male, maybe one or two years older than me. 

I smile and look away, not noticing them coming my way. 

I take another sip of my drink, feeling a tap on my shoulder. 

“Excuse me miss, I noticed you're all alone and was wondering if you'd like to dance?” He asked, politely, might I add. Totally surprising to me. 

I blush, realizing I haven’t answered him yet. 

“Oh I’m sorry. No, I actually have a boyfriend so I don’t think that would be appropriate but thank you for the offer.” I told him, giving him a small smile. 

He smiled and nodded, “understandable. Well then, you have a nice night…”

“Y/n” I told him, “And you have a nice night too…:

“Shane” he said. 

“Well you have a nice night too Shane” I said. Giving him one more small smile and a wave as he walks away. 

A couple moments later, Claire stumbled over. 

“Who was that?!” She asked, hiccuping after. 

I grab her hand, helping her sit down, waving the bartender over to ask for a glass of water.

He sets it down and I push it in her hands. 

“Down this and then I'll tell you.” I told her. 

She rolls her eyes, ”Yes mother.” She said, downing it and slamming the glass down after, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Better?” I ask. 

She shrugs, “Kinda. Now, tell me. Who was that?” She asks again, shaking my shoulders. 

I chuckle, shaking my head, “That was Shane, I just met him tonight, he asked me to dance but I told him I had a boyfriend and he totally understood. We said goodnight to each other and he walked away. It was nothing.” I explained to her what happened. 

She shook her head. Getting another water. 

“He asked you to dance?” She asked. 

“Yes” I answered her. 

“And you said no?” She asked, like she was double checking I really did that. 

Annoyed, I nodded, “Yes! He asked to dance and I said no. I Have. A. Boyfriend. Claire. One that I don’t think would approve of me dancing with another guy.” I said. 

Leaning over, she took my shoulders, Looking me in my eyes. 

“Look girl, I’m not telling you what to do, you can do whatever you want. I just want you to have fun, and sitting here by yourself when I'm over there dancing, isn't fun. Now it's 10:30, before you have to get back, maybe asking for a dance, even just one could be fun. But if you just wanna sit here, by yourself for the next 20 minutes, then by all means go ahead. However, I am going to go back over there and dance with Danny, and then maybe go home with him, if you know what I mean.” She said, winking. 

I laughed, shaking my head, “I know what you mean. I just, isn’t it cheating if I dance with another guy?” I ask her. 

She shook her head, “No, not if you guys are friends and it's friendly. You said it yourself that he understood you had a boyfriend. If you just ask him to dance as friends, you're fine. And even if it's one dance, it can still be fun before you leave.” She explained. 

I nodded, ”Yeah, I guess you're right.” I said, thinking about it. 

“You don’t have to of course, but you have 15 minutes and like I said, one dance couldn't hurt and could be fun. Just think about it, ok?” she asks, standing back up, getting ready to head back over to Danny. 

I nod for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“Thanks babe. I'll see you later ok. Call me when you get home or call me in the morning if you don’t go home tonight. If I don’t hear from you by noon tomorrow, Imma call the police. Understand missy.” I tell her, jokingly but also serious. 

“Yes, yes, I understand. I'll call you later. Love you!” She yelled, already walking away. 

“Love you too!” I yelled back. Turning back towards the bar. 

I sigh, rubbing my head before finally making up my mind. 

“Excuse, Sir? Can I get a shot of tequila please? Thanks” I said as he set it in front of me. 

I grab the glass, counting to three before taking the shot, making a face at how strong it was before shaking my head. 

I stand up, smoothing down my shirt, turning around, ready to have a bit of fun. 

*Time skip. 45 minutes later*

“You did not!” I exclaim, slapping Shane's arm as I die of laughter. 

“Yup, I totally did. I looked him up and down and showed him a shrimp. He was being a complete asshole and he deserved it for talking to my sister like that.: He said, laughing along with me. 

“That's Hilarious!” I said, still laughing. 

“What hilarious?” I hear a deep voice ask behind me. My eyes go wide before I quickly stand up and turn around. 

“Baby.” I said in a greeting. Walking over to Billy, I grab his hand. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask him. 

“It’s 11:30. I got worried” He said, his voice holding no emotion, his eyes staring holes into Shane's head. 

“It Is?! Oh my gosh, babe I'm so sorry I must have lost track of time. Lemme go close my tab and we can go ok?” I tell him, kissing his cheek before walking past him to the bar. 

I do that real quick before walking back over, Billy in the same spot where I left him. 

“Okay I'm good. Let's go.” I said, walking over to the table where Shane was at to grab my purse. 

“Oh yeah! Baby, this is Shane, we met tonight and he was telling me about how this guy was an asshole to his sister and all that. It was so funny. Anyways, sorry about this Shane. It was nice talking to you.” I said, grabbing my purse and waving at him, grabbing Billy’s hand and walking to the door. 

Shane waved back and in a second we were out the door. 

Walking to the car, Billy opens my side for me before shutting it once I'm in. He walks around the car and gets in, turning it on and backing out. 

Doing all this, unusually quietly. 

“Hey,” I said, grabbing his hand, “You ok?” I ask

He clenches his jaw, “You were 30 minutes Late because you were talking to some guy! What the hell Y/N?! I thought we said 11 because of the surprise I had?” He asked, slightly angry. 

“I'm so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to lose track of time. It won’t happen again, I promise” I said. Leaning over to kiss his cheek in reassurance. 

“I know it is not. Not after I teach you a lesson.” He said quietly, I almost didn't hear it. 

“W-what? What's that supposed to mean?” I asked.

His hand left the steering wheel, putting it on my thigh. Gripping it kinda hard. 

“You’ll see when we get home,” he said. And that was it for the rest of the car ride. 

Nothing but silence. 

Once home, he opens the door and lets me go in first. Smacking my butt a little to hurry me up. 

“Go in the room and get undressed. Everything off in 2 minutes” He said in my ear, walking off into the bathroom before I could ask questions. 

Part of me wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t but the other half didn’t want to see what would happen so I went with the second one. 

Walking in, I quickly undress and sit on the bed, waiting for Billy to come out. 

A couple minutes go by, when the door creaks open and he walks in shirtless. His jeans unbuttoned but zipped up. 

He walks over, and sits down. Looking at me then patting his lap. 

Thinking he meant to sit on his lap, I go to do that when he stops me. 

“No baby, lay across my legs, ass up dove.” He said. 

I slowly do as he says, slightly confused. 

He rubs my ass softly, massaging it almost. Until I feel a sting on it. 

“Ow!” I said, trying to get up but his arms held me down. 

“Hey- Billy , what are you doing?” I ask. 

“Teaching you a lesson dove. Now count for me. If you refuse or stop for longer than 5 seconds, we're starting over. Understand?’ He states more than ask.

I just nod, not wanting to make a big deal and just get this over with. 

“Good girl. Now let’s start”

He rubs my ass before I feel a smack.

“Count!” He demands after I don’t say anything.

“O-one” I say almost breathlessly. 

“Hmm” he hums, smacking my ass again. 

*A couple mins later*

“T-Twenty” I said, stuttering, Tears running down my face. 

He rubs my ass, soothing it a little. 

“Good job baby. We're all done. You did so good for me.” He says softly, still caressing my ass.

His hands, go over from one cheek to the other then slowly moving down until,

“Ohhhh”, I moan, my eyes rolling back. 

He slowly moves his finger in and out of my, then adds a second one. 

“Since you did so good for me baby, you can get a little reward.” he said, starting to move his fingers faster. 

I grip the sheets, moaning out. 

 I feel my orgasm start to come unbelievably fast. 

“I'm gonna, Oh god Billy! I'm gonna cum!” I screamed, cumming around his fingers. 

He slows down his fingers but doesn’t stop, helping me ride out my orgasm. 

“Okay baby, I'm gonna pick you up and lay you down. You made a mess so I gotta change the covers really quick.” Billy said, slowly pulling his finger out of me and removing me from his lap, taking the covers and then laying me down. 

I yawn, “Mess? I made a mess?” I ask, confused but also very tiredly. 

“You squirted all over my fingers and the blankets dove.” he said. Walking back over with a new blanket, shirt and a tube of something. 

I hmm, not really caring anymore about anything except sleep. 

“Alright dove, let's put this on, sit up really quick,” he says, helping me sit on a sore butt to slide a shirt on really quick. 

“Okay now lay on your stomach, I'm gonna rub this ointment on your but ro help and then we can cuddle ok?” he says, Putting some cool ointment on my burning hot ass. 

I nod, totally out of it now. 

“There we go. All done! Alright dove, let's go to bed.” He said, getting up to wash his hands and then turn off the bedroom light. 

He pulls the covers over you both, carefully putting his arm around you, mindful of your butt. 

He nuzzles his head into your neck, “I love you, you know that right?” he asks, but you're already knocked out. 

He chuckles and closes his eyes. So much for the surprise.

[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 7

Warnings: blood, injury, stitching, bruises, that kinda things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 6979

A.N: Things get a bit bloody. I feel like Reader has the same fate as Steve at this point. Both of them getting wrecked at the end of every season haha If that doesn’t scream “true soulmate” I don’t know what does lmao As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 6 || Chapter 8

“Mother of God,” muttered Owens as everyone stared at the monster that had just crawled out of the abyss and got close to the glass separating you from it.

Hopper leaned a bit to inspect it. You knew what he was thinking. The thing, even though it was a bit smaller and couldn’t stand on two legs, looked exactly like the Demogorgon. What you had speculated came to be true. The monster was really back. Although this time it wasn’t just one. There were multiple of them.

It snarled and lurched forward hitting the glass and making you all jump. 

“It’s…It’s polycarbonate. It can’t get through,” reassured Owens even though he didn’t seem to believe in his own words.

The monster, as if taking this as a challenge, let out a loud, echoing growl, calling its siblings who immediately answered the call and started crawling out of the hole, one after the other.

“Uhm, ok, maybe it can hold against one of them but against a dozen? I don’t think so,” you quipped and just as you said that, the monsters lunged at the glass and began landing hit after hit, quickly creating cracks in the structure.

“Yeah, you sure about that glass?”

“I think we should go,” you took a step backward. “Now!” you yelled panicked which drew Hopper’s attention and he signaled you towards the door while Owens pressed a button and suddenly all alarms were blaring.

You didn’t waste a second in bolting out of the place, Hopper and Dr. Owens hot on your tail. You stopped by the large metal door and let all people go through before Hopper closed it.

“This way! The stairs!” instructed the doctor as he ushered you and Hopper towards a staircase and you began climbing like your life depended on it.

Because it did.

Before you knew it, you were storming into Will’s room. You looked in confusion as you saw your mom with a syringe and your brother passed out cold.

“We gotta go! We gotta go!” said Hopper urgently and you didn’t hesitate to take Will into your arms while Mike grabbed a bottle of anesthetic drug and all of you ran out of the room and into the hallways, following Dr. Owens’ lead. Monsters had swarmed the whole institute and the sounds of shooting, growling, and screaming people came from every turn and corner as you ran down the corridors.

“Come on!” the man pretty much forced you into a room after you heard growling and shouting coming from somewhere ahead and you hid inside and locked the door, staying silent and unmoving as you waited for the storm to pass and watched the shadows of the monsters pass by.  

You panted as you laid Will down on a table and planted one hand on the surface to support yourself while the other flew to grasp your head and rub it in hopes of battling off the headache that had increased drastically due to all the rapid movements. You squeezed your eyes and let out a quiet grunt through your teeth as you waited for it to go away. Meanwhile, everyone looked at the camera monitors, seeing total chaos and death unravel right in front of their eyes.

“Oh, my God,” let out Bob which drew your attention and you peeked through your fingers, tired eyes widening at the sight.

Almost every hallway was littered with Demogorgons.

And as if that wasn’t enough, the lights began flickering before the electricity went out completely, leaving you all shrouded in darkness. 

“Ok, what do we do now?” you asked as you wrung your hands nervously and Joyce came to your side to wrap an arm around your shoulders and bring you close as you looked expectantly at the doctor. “We’re-we’re trapped. There’s no way we can get out of here without attracting the monster’s attention. I mean, if it was one, sure. They rely mostly on their sense of smell and hearing so as long as you’re sneaky and don’t get hurt and bloody, you’re good. But there are dozens of them!” you rambled on with a trembling voice.

“We can still try,” muttered the doctor as he scurried to open a drawer and pull out a couple of large papers, slapping them onto the desk, while Hopper turned on the flashlight so everyone could see. “Look, this is us,” he grabbed a marker and drew a circle on the blueprint of the lab, “and this is the nearest exit. I’m sure we can… somehow make it there. The thing is that… there’d be no way out if we don’t fix this one problem at hand.”

“What do you mean?” asked Hopper.

“The locks are fail-secure which means if there’s a power outage the building goes on full lockdown,” clarified the doctor.

“So, that’s the problem. Ok. Can it be unlocked remotely?”

“With a computer, sure, but somebody’s gotta restart the breakers.”

“Where are the breakers?”

“In the basement, three floors down,” before he even finished the sentence, Hopper was already turning his back on him and heading for the door.

“Where are you going!?” asked Bob fretfully.

“To reset the breakers,” answered Hopper like it was the most obvious thing in the world and you clicked your tongue. Of course that he would always get the dirty job done but you weren’t sure he’d be right to do so this time around.

“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you drawled and he arched a quizzical eyebrow.

“How come?”

“Cause when you reset the breakers the only thing that’s gonna change is that we’ll get the power back on,” you unraveled and Bob nodded.

“Exactly! If you actually want to unlock the doors, you have to completely reboot the computer system and then override the security codes with a manual script.”

“Which I highly doubt you know how to do,” you added and the man looked back and forth between the two of you, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Fine, then just tell me how do I do that?”

“You can’t! Not unless you know BASIC,” exclaimed Bob, and Hopper sighed.

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It’s a computer program language,” joined Mike.

“Then teach it to me!”

“Shall I teach you French while I’m at it, Jim?” scoffed Bob. “How about a little German?” he turned around to face Owens. “How about you doc? You speak BASIC?”

“No.”

“Okay…okay, I got this…I got this,” he exhaled with a small confident smile and your face fell.

“No, Bob,” your mother shook her head as she tried to protest and stop the man but he reassured her that he’d be fine and that he’d complete the task without a problem. You looked away as they hugged, hand going to rub your face and move to your neck, as more worry and helplessness began settling in.   

Shortly after, you said your goodbyes to Bob as he and Hopper exited the room and went to retrieve some weapons. When Hopper returned, you whirled around to face him and your mother.

“It’s not too late. Let me go with him. I can protect him!”

“No!” exclaimed Joyce firmly. “This is out of the question!” she waved her hands categorically and you sniffed.

“He's risking his life! For our family! And none of us is going to lend him a hand?!” you looked at them with an expression full of sadness and guilt.

“Honey, do you think I don't want to!? I just can't!” cried out Joyce. “I can't shoot! I can't do a-anything to help! And we need Hopper because how else are we supposed to keep Mike and Will safe!?”

“That's why I offered to go!”

“No, kid!” Hopper joined in. “This is non-negotiable! This time I'm serious!” he stated sternly as he leveled you with a look and you faced away. “You're not going out there and that's final!”

All you could do was wait and pray.

“Why are the lights off?” inquired Jonathan.

“Maybe it’s closed?” offered Nancy unsurely.

“Security took the night off? I don’t think so,” he closed the car’s door as he went to the security cabin in order to inspect and see if pressing buttons would do the trick but it didn’t. And that only made him get more anxious because things were going from bad to worse and he was pretty sure that his family was most probably trapped in the lab right now and he didn’t know what to do.

“It’s not working?”

“No! The power’s off.”

“Jonathan?”

“What?”

The two of them fell into silence, bodies stilling, as they heard rustling nearby.

“I think there’s something in the woods,” muttered the girl as she began walking towards the sound and he quickly went after her, grasping her by the shoulder to pull her back.

“Nancy. Nancy, stay back.”

But then they saw lights peeking through the trees and their rapidly beating hearts calmed down a bit as they came to the realization that there were humans out there and not monsters.

“Hello?! Who’s there!?”

It was no other than Steve and the kids who exited the forest and both parties halted and stared at one another in confusion and shock.

“Steve?” exclaimed both Nancy and Jonathan.

“Nancy?”

“Jonathan?” shouted Steve and Dustin at once.

“What are you doing here!?”

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for Mike, Will, and Y/N,” explained the girl, and Dustin and Steve looked at each other in confusion.

“Y/N and Will? I thought they were home. Didn’t Y/N call yesterday, saying she’ll be staying home with Will because his situation was worsening?” Dustin turned to look at Lucas and the boy nodded.

“She did. But then she never called again. Mike got very worried. I think he went to check on them and see what was going on.”

“Well, they weren’t home. Nobody was,” Jonathan threw his hands in defeat and Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. It was pure chaos for a minute and then dead silence engulfed the whole group.

“They are not… You don’t think they are in there…are they?” asked Dustin hesitantly and everyone turned to look at the dark lab as a suffocating unsettling feeling crept within everyone.

Then the screeching of monsters echoed, making them all jump in fright.

And now Steve couldn’t help but think that yes, you were most definitely stuck in the lab with monsters lurking in the darkness. His heart burst out of his chest at the thought of something bad happening to you and he almost immediately bolted for the building to see if he’d be able to somehow get inside and save you.

He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you.               

You let out a big sigh of relief once the lights flickered and turned back on, showering the room in bright luminescent light. It usually made your eyes burn a bit but now it made you the happiest person ever. The others seemed to share the sentiment and you turned to look at the now working camera monitors, seeing Bob by the computer.

“He made it,” commented Mike and you smiled.

Bob was actually really, really smart. Sure, you had enjoyed his goofy personality since the moment your mother had introduced him to you, but what you appreciated more about him was his intelligence. You were grateful that over the course of a couple of months, he had helped expand your knowledge. You hadn’t learned much other than some basics – it was only theoretical knowledge, not practical knowledge – but now you were looking forward to expanding that knowledge even more, seeing as how it could be useful in such circumstances. You were definitely going to ask Bob to teach you more once you got out of here and fixed the whole situation with Will and the shadow creature.

“Ok, Bob, can you hear us?” Dr. Owens interrupted your train of thought as he spoke to the man.

“Loud and clear, doc. Can you hear me back?”

“We hear you.”                                                       

“All right, give me a minute,” he said and you all waited nervously before he finally said the magic word. “Open Sesame,” and the doors got unlocked.

“It’s open!”

“Son of a bitch did it.”

For a moment you had all gotten a near heart attack when you saw a monster going Bob’s way but the man was smart and he managed to distract it by turning on the fire alarm sprinkler system.

“Ok! Ok, that worked! Now, get out of there!”

“And I think we should go as well,” Joyce commented and Hopper nodded as he approached the table Will was laying on but you intercepted him and shook your head. “No, I got this,” you took Will in your arms, letting out a grunt. He was surely growing up and getting heavier.

“You sure you don't want me to carry him?” asked Hopper with an arched brow and you nodded.

"It's fine. Your hands have to be free so you can shoot if push comes to shove. Go on. We gotta hurry," you ushered and everyone got out of the room after Dr. Owens handed Hopper a walkie-talkie, telling all of you that he’d stay behind to look out for you and guide you and Bob out of the building safely.

Anxiety was eating you from the inside out as you moved silently through the corridors. You were flooded with memories of the time you spent in the Upside Down, running and hiding from the Demogorgon.

And to think you had sworn to never play hide and seek again.

Will was heavy in your arms and your body was exhausted and aching due to the lack of proper rest and the blow to the head you had received thanks to the vines, making your head buzz and your arms and legs feel a sting as if someone was prickling them with needles. But the adrenaline and the fear running in your system, coupled with the determination to leave this wretched place and bring your brother to safety, gave you the needed strength and pushed you to keep on going.  

And at last, you reached the exit.

The sound of a door sliding open was probably the best thing you’ve heard in a while. You and Hopper let Mike pass first, then it was your turn with Hopper following close behind. Your mother stayed inside, however, waiting for Bob. Your eyes darted between her and the others, heart-clenching, and you let out a sigh, passing Will onto Mike and Hopper.

“I’ll go to her,” you informed them and after a hesitant nod from Hopper, you went to join your mother inside, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “He’s gonna be fine. Dr. Owens is guiding him through the hallways. He’ll evade the monsters and come out safely,” you tried encouraging her and she nodded but you could see she was beyond worried and you couldn’t blame her. You were worried too.

You slowly approached the large double doors and hesitantly wrapped your hand around the handle. You gulped as you opened the door slightly, enough so that your eye could peek through the thin crevice.

“Y/N, get away from the door,” scolded your mother in concern but you opened it a bit more instead. The hallway was empty and there was no sound of growling nearby. You don’t know if it was your intuition that had prompted you to open the door but whatever it was you were grateful for it because thanks to that you were able to see Bob round the corner and run full speed towards you.

“Shit!” you cursed as you opened the door fully which allowed Bob to pass by without a hassle and you immediately shut it close and locked it, your body jerking when the monster hit the wooden surface.

Your breathing was ragged as if you had just run a marathon but really it was only the stress and the fear. You stared at the door that was shaking and bouncing under the hits of the monster and you whirled to look at the man who was stupidly standing there and looking at your mother instead of running. You rushed to his side and grasped his arm.

“We have to go! C’mon!” you forced him to move forward, practically shoving him towards your mother.

But just before you could take a step after him, part of the door got thrown open and the monster flew inside right towards you. You let out a sharp gasp as it tackled you to the ground.

Joyce witnessed it all unfold with wide eyes, hands flying to her face as she watched the monster sink its claws into your left side, slashing at you. You let out a pained screech that mingled with your mother’s terrified one, eyes shutting as your body convulsed because of the unbearable pain. Hopper entered the lab immediately, face falling in shock and panic at the sight.

Suddenly, you felt the Demogorgon’s weight disappear, its claws being pulled out of your flesh. You turned your head and opened your eyes only to see that Bob had wrestled the monster off you and was now trying to keep it at bay. He couldn’t fight it for long and he yelled in pain when it sunk its claws into him just as it had done to you.

You could only watch in utter mortification as you felt arms wrap around your body and lift you to your feet. Hopper didn’t hesitate to pick you up, managing to carry you with one arm while he tried shooting at the monster with the other that was holding the weapon. You could hear screaming but at this point, everything was mixing together. You could hear both your mother and Bob screaming and sobbing and you could hear multiple monsters growling and screeching as they broke down the door completely and joined their sibling in tearing up Bob and you could hear Hopper yelling at your mom to go.

He had given up the thought of saving Bob already and was pushing Joyce away from the scene and out of the lab, harshly opening the door and leading you all outside.

“No!” she screamed as she looked back at the bloody scenery and Hopper went to stand in front of her and block out the view.

“He’s gone!” he yelled. “He’s gone but your children are still alive and they need help! We have to go!” he tried to snap her back to her senses while Mike looked between the three of you in panic.

Then the sound of honking came through and everyone turned to look at Jonathan and Nancy driving by.

“C’mon! Get in!” shouted Jonathan and Joyce stumbled forwards, helping Mike carry Will into the car before climbing in as well.

Meanwhile, Hopper adjusted his hold on you and ran to his car and only when you were put down on the seat did you snap back to reality and the pain returned full force, making you whine as your hand flew to the bleeding wound. Your clothes were torn at the place it had slashed and there was blood everywhere – on your hands, on your pants, on your abdominal area.

“Hang in there, kid, you hear me!?” asked Hopper as he grasped your face firmly but got no response other than a sob. “I need to know you can hear me! C’mon, kid,” he shook you lightly and you nodded. “Alright, alright, that’s good,” he closed the door and got onto the front seat, speeding off after Jonathan.

A minute later, both cars were already at the front gate, stopping to pick up the rest of the group. Joyce placed Will on her lap so Mike could scooch over and open a seat for one more person. 

“Harrington, get in! I need you here!” yelled Hopper and Steve looked between the two cars before he climbed in the backseat of Hopper’s, followed by Max, and his eyes widened when they landed on your bleeding form while Dustin climbed on the passenger seat.

“W-what happened!?” exclaimed Steve.

“Got attacked by those monsters,” snapped Hopper. “Try to put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding!” he ordered and Steve looked around in panic, wondering what to do. Max was no better as she just stood in shock trying to process what was happening. Steve clumsily took off his jacket and bunched it up, proceeding to place it above the wound and add pressure. You whimpered in pain, body spasming, and his one hand went to push away the damp strands of hair and grasp your face in an attempt to reassure you, smearing blood on your skin in the process.

Dustin turned to look at you from the front seat, eyes filled with horror while Max snapped to look at Hopper.

 “W-we have to go to-to the hospital,” she stuttered out and Hopper shook his head.

“No hospital! We don’t know what’s gonna happen with Will when he wakes up. And apparently, she also has this…mark from that thing. We’ll end up attracting those things there and we can’t risk it and put this many people in danger.”

“What?!” Steve snapped his head to look at the man. “But Y/N-“

“We’ll clean and stitch her wound ourselves. If we’re unable to stop the bleeding, we’ll take her to the hospital.”

“We’ll be gambling with her life then!” screamed the boy with eyes full of anger and panic and Hopper tightened his lips. Just when he was about to change his mind and choose to drive to the hospital, you spoke out.

“No hospital,” you groaned and Max sniffed, looking at you.

“You-you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t want to,” you coughed. “I d-don’t want to put pe-people in danger,” you stammered out as you grasped Steve’s hand and he looked away, trying to blink a couple of times in order to prevent tears from gathering in his eyes.

“I just want to go home.”

You didn’t know how much time passed since you set off but to you, it seemed like ages until you finally felt the car come to a stop when Hopper parked in front of your house.

Steve threw open the door and jumped out, quickly reaching back to pull you towards himself and position you properly so he could take you into his arms. Meanwhile, Hopper jogged towards the house and pretty much kicked the door open to make way for Steve to pass through. Jonathan watched in utter shock and horror as he rushed to get out of his car, followed by a terrified Nancy, Lucas, Dustin, and Max. Mike ran to help Joyce get out of the car as she tried to adjust her hold on Will and carry him, and everyone hurried to enter the house.

You groaned when Steve gently let you down on one of the sofas and took the jacket out of your hands that you had been holding weakly. In the meantime, Hopper was tearing through all shelves and cabinets in search of the first aid kit and the proper tools. 

“Remove that shirt, it’s gonna get in the way,” he yelled at Steve over his shoulder and the boy didn’t hesitate to do as he was told.

“Hopper, what are you doing? Why didn’t you take her to the hospital?” Joyce spoke with raised, trembling voice and Hopper had to have the same conversation with her that he had with Steve back in the car. She wasn’t pleased that the life of her daughter was being put in risk’s way but they had wasted enough time already and they needed to act fast. 

“Ok, I know this is gonna hurt but I just need you to,” he grasped the hem of the shirt and began pulling it up. “-lift your arms for a bit, ok?” you groaned in pain when you felt the wound stretching and bit your lip while the boy pulled the shirt over your head. Thankfully you had a tank top underneath otherwise you would’ve died from embarrassment. It was more than enough that Eddie had seen you in your bra.

Hopper laid out a clean kitchen paper on the coffee table and placed the freshly sanitized instruments on it, making sure everything was within reach. At the same time, Joyce laid down Will on the opposite sofa by the window and joined Steve by your side while Jonathan, Nancy, and the kids stood aside and could only watch fearfully, not knowing how to help.

“Let’s inject her with the drug we used on Will,” offered Joyce as she wiped her tear-stained cheeks.

“No! No anesthesia,” said Hopper as he scrubbed and washed his hands before he rushed to the sofa and sat by your side. “We don’t know the proper dosage to put her under. We might end up putting her to sleep…for good,” he explained and Joyce exhaled shakily.

It was true. Thanks to Dr. Owens they knew what dosage Will needed in order to be put to sleep safely. But you were older and the dosage varied for different ages, weight, etc. They could either inject too little which would do nothing or inject too much which may indeed put you to sleep forever. Anesthesia was a tricky thing and it was especially risky and dangerous because you were injured and already slipping in and out of consciousness either way.

“Hey,” called gently Hopper as he took your face in his hand and had you look at him. “Look at me, kid. I’m gonna stitch the wound. It’s not too deep but it ain’t superficial either. It’s gonna hurt like hell,” he informed you and you bobbed your head tiredly.

“Do it.”

He lifted your top a bit, revealing your stomach area and everyone cringed at the sight. Max and Dustin watched with wide eyes, rooted to their spot, while Mike’s hands flew to his head as he tried looking anywhere but at the blood but couldn’t. Lucas just watched on with a scrunched-up face while Nancy gasped and Jonathan’s fisted hand pressed against his trembling lip.

“M-mom,” he croaked and Joyce turned to look at him. “How can I help?”

“Come. Help us hold her,” she beckoned him over.

“And bring me a glass of alcohol,” you added weakly and he rushed to grab a bottle and bring it to you. You took a couple of big gulps, hoping and praying that the alcohol would be quick enough at entering your system and numbing your senses.   

Hopper proceeded with the treatment then. He first properly cleaned the wound with hot water and you hissed, letting out muffled grunts the whole time. It hurt but it was somewhat bearable.

The real challenge came when he plunged the needle into your flesh, making your body jerk as you let out a cry.

“It’s ok, dear, you won’t feel your arm in a bit, I promise,” reassured you the doctor after withdrawing the needle from your vein and going to prepare the tools she’d need to stitch it. True to her word, you were beginning to feel your left arm going a bit number. Local anesthesia was truly amazing.

“Did you call mom?” you asked Hopper timidly and he nodded.

“Of course, I did, kiddo. She’ll be here soo-“

“Y/N!” as if on cue the door burst open and Joyce stormed inside, followed by Jonathan and Will, their eyes searching the room frantically before they landed on you.

The sight they were greeted with was terrifying.

You were sprawled on a chair, your face was all bloodied and beaten, your right arm was resting on your spread thighs as blood sipped from your hand. The upper part of your dress was torn and the white color was dirtied with splatters of blood, there were bruises on the inside of your thighs, and the most striking was your left arm that was perched on a desk, a big gash oozing blood was decorating it and the doctor seemed to be getting ready to stitch it up.

Will let out a terrified gasp and Jonathan pulled the boy towards him. Will’s back hit Jonathan’s torso and his older brother was quick to cover his eyes but Will grabbed his hand and pulled it away, not wanting to be left in the dark – literally and figuratively.

“W-what happened!?” cried out your mother and your eyes widened as you shut your legs closed and straightened up in your seat, ready to stand up and go hug her and reassure her you were okay but Hopper, who was standing next to you, placed a hand on your shoulder to remind you that you shouldn’t move.  

“Um, Joyce? Can I talk to you for a second?” asked Hopper as he walked towards her and pulled her outside the cabinet.

Meanwhile, Will rushed to your side with Jonathan following close by. He looked at your face and gulped. You could see he was fidgeting and wringing his hands with worry as he tried fighting the gathering tears and you lifted your right arm, beckoning him to come for a hug. He didn’t hesitate to crash into you and carefully wrap his arms around you. You kissed his temple and rested your chin on top of his head as your arm wrapped around his shoulders, mindful to not touch him with your hand and dirty his shirt. 

“What happened?” asked Jonathan as he crouched in front of you and placed a hesitant hand on your knee.

“I had a crazy night,” you sighed as you watched the doctor come near you and Jonathan stood and moved away to give her space, Will doing the same and pulling away.

Then Hopper and your mom returned inside and came to stand by your side. Joyce sent you a wobbly smile as she caressed the side of your face, eyebrows furrowing when her eyes shifted to look at the wounded flesh of your arm, gulping.

You let out a hiss, body shuddering when the doctor plunged the needle and she immediately ceased her movements, looking up at you in confusion.

“Are you still feeling pain?”

“Not much but…yeah, I do.”

“Oh gosh, I’m-I’m so sorry. I must have miscalculated the dosage. I’m still relatively new. Let me-let me call someone else-“

“Just keep on going,” you interrupted her. “It’s fine.”

“Honey, I think we should-“

“Please…I don’t want to waste more time. I just want this to be over. I wanna go home,” you told her and she tightened her lips, looking at Hopper who let out a sigh through his nose and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Alright then, doc, just…keep on goin',” he nodded at the woman and she gulped nervously as she steadied her hands and proceeded with the suturing.

The pain wasn’t too sharp which you were thankful for. But it still hurt and you clenched your eyes shut, focusing on breathing and Will’s hand holding your wrist.

You never wanted to experience needles and suturing again.

The irony was excruciatingly irritating and painful right now.

Your neurons were set on fire.

Joyce and Steve held you down while Hopper tried his best to stitch the wound. It resembled two large claw-like gashes. You weren’t sure if the monster had gotten any organs damaged but seeing as how you were still breathing it probably hadn’t. Otherwise, you would’ve been dead before Hopper had the chance to drive away from the lab.

Your body jerked once again as Hopper pierced your skin tissue and you grunted gravelly through clenched teeth, back arching, making the three apply more pressure to steady you.

Joyce’s eyes welled with tears once again as she listened to her daughter cry, sob, and let out choked yelps of pain. Jonathan wasn’t any better. He couldn’t even stomach the sight so he faced away while his hands squeezed your shoulders in his attempt to hold you steady in place and Nancy rubbed his back soothingly, caressing his face and wiping away his tears. Steve looked at you through red-rimmed eyes as he reassuringly rubbed your knee and tried to make you focus on him and remind you to breathe.

It felt as if the pain went on for hours when you finally felt the suturing stop and looked down through half-open eyes to watch Hopper do a surgical knot.

“Where did you learn all that?” you whispered barely audibly and Hopper hummed.

“During the war.”

When the knot was done, he put some antibacterial ointment on it and you released a strangled gasp at the slight pressure. It might have been slight pressure he put while applying the ointment but to you, it felt as if someone dropped a brick on you. Afterward, he wrapped it up tightly to prevent bleeding but not too tightly as to do more harm than good.

He finally stood up, taking a stumbling step backward as he let out a long exhale and Steve, Joyce, and Jonathan took a hold of you and slowly lowered you down, helping you lie down and adjust your position so you could be as comfortable as you could.

“There,” murmured Steve as he gently laid your head onto a pillow and carefully removed his hand from under your neck, and settled it on your head instead.

“Are you crying for me, Harrington? That’s not like you,” you whispered tiredly through half-lidded eyes and his pupils darted around as he gulped, the words getting stuck in his throat when his hand went to wipe the one barely visible stray tear that had escaped him.

“That’s just sweat. You really got us all worried… troublemaker,” he sniffed and you smiled weakly before slowly turning your head to look up at Hopper.

“Thanks, old man,” you uttered and he shook his head.                        

“There’s nothing to thank for, kid. Just rest and get better, ok? We’ll get you to a hospital as soon as we beat this son of a bitch,” he sent you a smile before he gave your head a small pat and left to wash his hands. You looked at your mother and brother who were on the other side of the sofa, reaching out to grasp your hand. You gladly accepted their warmth. 

“I’ll go get you a blanket, ok?” smiled Joyce faintly before retreating to her room and you let out a sigh as you turned your head to look at the opposite sofa where Will was lying.

“How is he?” you asked and Steve peeked at the boy over his shoulder before back at you.

“He’s sleeping…He’ll be ok…You both will be,” he tried to reassure you.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry that I wasn’t there,” muttered Jonathan as he stroked Will’s head and looked guiltily at him then at you.

“Don’t torment yourself…you wouldn’t have known,” you gave him an understanding smile.

“Sam Owens. Dr. Sam Owens... I don’t know how many people are there! I don’t know how many people are left alive!” spoke Hopper on the phone. You supposed he had called friends of Dr. Owens from the government. “I am the police! Chief Jim Hopper!”

You let out a huff. These people were not going to help you. You were pretty much on your own in this fight.

“They didn’t believe you, did they?” asked Dustin deflated.

“We’ll see.”

“We’ll see!? We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!” yelled Mike.

“We stay here and we wait for help,” stated Hopper firmly before going to Joyce’s room.

Meanwhile, Steve headed for yours. He opened the door hesitantly and looked around. He felt like he was trespassing but at the same time his curiosity won over his guilt and he fully entered.

It was a nice, cozy room. There was a big bed covered in fresh sheets that smelled like [your favorite scent]. There was a desk by the window that held a Greek god sculpture, a couple of Egyptian deities figurines, a stack of books, and an open notebook where you had begun writing something, only for the sentence to cut midway.

Next to the wardrobe was a bookshelf that was filled to the brim with books of all kinds and more, small, beautiful figurines. You had one of those sun catchers, dangling by the window with its multiple beads of different shapes and colors, reflecting light and casting it all over the room. Part of the window was made of stained glass that you had made yourself a year ago with the help of your brothers, of course. You always loved to try out new artistic projects and this one had been the most challenging yet, but totally worth it. The stained glass was beautiful and had similar colors to the Tiffany lamp on your bedside cabinet. You had covered the plain walls with nice wallpapers and had hung some posters of bands and favorite celebrities. There was an easel and a stack of canvas and lots and lots of paint and brushes and jars.

He smiled softly as he explored the space and shook his head, having to remind himself that he didn’t come to snoop around your private space but to get you a blanket.

“Here,” he said as he draped it over you and you sent him a smile while he sat on the ground next to you and took a hold of your hand after you had lifted your fingers to indicate that you wanted him to hold it.

And so the waiting continued.

The deathly silence continued.

The hopelessness, the despair, and the defeat continued.

And for you, the pain continued.

“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” asked Mike suddenly. “He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fund-raiser for equipment...Mr. Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?...We can’t let him die in vain,” spoke the boy firmly.

“Well, what do you want to do, Mike? The Chief’s right on this,” Dustin confronted him. “We can’t stop those Demo-dogs on our own.”

“Demo-dogs?”

“Demogorgon… dogs… Demo-dogs…I mean if it was just Dart, maybe.”

“But there’s an army now.”

“Precisely.”

“His army,” interrupted them Mike, drawing their attention. “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army too.”

What followed was a whole brainstorming session with the children trying to piece together everything but the majority of what they came up with was something you, Joyce, and Hopper had already reached a conclusion to back in the lab while speaking to Dr. Owens. But at least now you had a name to put to the face – The Mind Flayer.

“Very poetic, I gotta say,” you drawled and Steve and Jonathan snorted lightly, shaking their heads at you.

“Sense of humor is still intact. That’s gotta be a good sign, right?” asked Steve as he turned to Jonathan and he smiled.

“Ok, so this Mind Flamer thing-“

“Flayer. Mind Flayer.”

“What does it want?” asked Nancy.

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the Germans!” joined in Steve and you tightened your lips as you tried to hold back a laugh because you knew it would hurt like a bitch.

“Uh, the Nazis?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Nazis,” he stammered and Hopper rubbed his temples in exhaustion. You could swear on his behalf – he was done with children at this point.

“If the Nazis were from another dimension, totally,” nodded Dustin. “Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wants to spread, take over other dimensions.”

“Well, that one seems very plausible if you ask me,” you added.

“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it!” joined in Lucas and Steve just threw his hands in frustration.

“That’s great. That’s great. That’s really great! Jesus!”

“Alright, but how do we kill it? That’s the question,” asked Hopper.

“Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because,” stammered out Dustin, “because zombies, you know, they don’t have brains and the Mind Flayer it, it likes brains,” he explained and Hopper just threw the manual onto the table and let out a defeated sigh.

“What the hell are we doing here?”

“I thought we were waiting for your military back up,” said Dustin ironically.

“We are!”

“And even if they come, how are they gonna stop this? You can’t just shoot this with guns!” barked Mike.

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!”

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab!”

“We know the monsters are gonna molt again!”

“And we know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach the town.”

“They’re right,” came Joyce’s voice suddenly and everyone turned to look at her. She looked utterly exhausted. “We have to kill it…I want to kill it,” she sniffed.

“Me too. Me too, Joyce, okay? But how do we do that?” asked Hopper and suddenly, realization dawned upon you.

“Spy!” you yelled and lightly lifted your upper body to get a better look at the group but regretted it immediately because it put a strain on the wound, making you let out a heavy puff of air as you slumped back down.

“What?” asked Steve.

“Will spied on the Mind Flayer before, right? When he found me Hopper in those tunnels. Get him to spy again and find out what’s the weakness of this creature and where is its origin,” you explained a bit out of breath and Mike nodded.

“I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore,” Max pointed out questioningly. “I thought he was a spy for the Mind Flayer now.”

“Yeah, but…he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.”

[oliverwolfboy]

Ranpoe hc's

Some headcanon's for the characters appearances, and individual headcanon's for sexuality and gender, as well as some nsfw headcanons, but they are mostly sfw.

•Ranpo has very fox like eyes, and a small button nose. His face is diamond shaped but with more rounded cheeks, and no dimples. His hair is straight but naturally messy and very choppy. His skin is oily and has a light tone.

•Poe has thin almound eyes. Their nose is medium sized, it's bridge has a little bump in it, and it's tip is slightly protruding. Their face is triangle shaped, and has sharp cheekbones, he also has dimples, but they are not very prominent. Poe's hair is naturally slightly curly, they can straighten it, but he likes the way it naturally curls. His skin is the combination type, and has a pale tone, he also has beauty marks.

•Ranpo is transmasc he/him afab and achillean. Yosano was the one who did his top surgery. The ada had the special division change Ranpo's gender to male on his files, so he didn't have to go though what the japanese government wants trans people to go though just to change their gender on file. When he did have breasts they were easy to hide.

•Poe is nonbinary masc leaning amab he/they and bi.

•Ranpo is autistic, so is Poe. They have different traits tho.

•Poe has a habit of being so obsessed it's unhealthy (this obsession can be devotion or revenge), this man will neglect their own physical and mental health, it's not good. This most definitely comes from some childhood trauma and attactment issues. Ranpo didn't really notice at first, but he has noticed it now and is trying to get Poe some help.

•Poe wants Ranpo's validation, they had always had the people who he didn't really care about's praise, whether that be in the military or literary, but he never really got any validation from the people he really wanted it from, like his adopted parents, who he always had to prove that they were worth keeping to. Ranpo was the first person who really gave them any validation, so of course they wanted more. Now this made their feelings very mixed, as on one hand they wanted Ranpo dead, but on the other hand they didn't want to lose him.

•Poe is to Ranpo's surprise an alcoholic. Ranpo didn't find this out until he went over to Poe's house for a surprise visit, and instead arrived to Poe passed out on his living room floor with five bottles of tequila, two of which were emptied. Let's just say Ranpo was worried.

•Poe has depression and anxiety. They've always had a hard time making friends, this is one of the reasons they are so attacted to Ranpo, it was a lot easier to make friends with him, since Ranpo constantly invited himself into Poe's house and also invited Poe places, and Poe also had a reason to be around Ranpo because of their rivalry.

Ok onto fluffy headcanons now.

•Poe knows how to do a lot of little things like nit and cook (these were skills they learned in the military since it made it easier to survive), they use these skills to nit Ranpo and Karl sweeters, and make Ranpo's favorite meals.

•Whenever Poe begins to withdraw Ranpo is always quick to notice and pull him into a cuddle session.

•Ranpo is the little spoon Poe is the big spoon.

•sometimes when Ranpo gets overwhelmed, Poe always has noise cancelling headphones on him.

•Ranpo has had a crush on Poe ever since they first meet, when Ranpo realised Poe is almost as smart as him, and when he saw him again that crush came crashing back Down on him, he kinda freaked out, because how bad must he have messed up if the guy he had a crush on litteraly came back to kill him.

Some nsfw headcanons

•Poe is in fact a top, not because they are dominating, but because Poe is the type of person to give and give and give and ask for very little if anything back, it only makes sense this would apply to sex as well.

•Ranpo's a bottom, he enjoys praise and attention, he also likes sitting back unless things get serious, so yeah he is a bottom.

•Ranpo is very whiney.

Back to sfw

•Poe dissociates, Ranpo has learned to spot when this happens.

•Ranpo is sensitive to sounds, and used to often have meltdowns because of it, so now Poe carries sound cancelling headphones.

•when it has been a bad day for one or both of them, they just kind of cuddle together while reading or watch a movie or show, Poe typically holds Ranpo close, to either reassure themself that he is there and safe, or reassure Ranpo or both.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Gat any juicy ✨aPoCaLyPsE✨ aus??? (Any other are welcome too, I will eat.)

GO ALL OUT, DO IT.

Ahh!!! Ok. I dont personally have any apocalypse aus, HOWEVER!!!! I can make up headcannons for how I see things going in this hypothetical

Now the rules I personally am going to use is Zombieland and Last of Us. Im not doing slow zombie shit thats BORING!!!! Alright, here we go.

Cartman:

The first one to be bit out of the boys

Look, Zombieland rule number one right here

Tbh he thought the person who bit him escaped the looney bin

He didnt care

...until he realized his mom was turned

Fuck

So naturally he goes to Kyles

Got there last tho

Kyle let him in

Look, he may hate Cartman but he felt bad!

The turning process took 3 days after he was bit

Day one was the show of pink eye, eye crust and a slight green tint

Second day he looks worse, eyes look all hazy and he looks grener and more deshevled

Third day; yeah hes turned, foaming at the mouth

Butters went to check on him since hes the medic and it ended with Kyle killing him and Kenny getting bit

Kyle:

Didnt know the apocalypse was happening for a good while

Just knew he wasnt going to school for a while so win win

That was until they were out one day and saw a zombie themselves

Oh yeah theyre OUT!!!

Making a break for the house Kyle had to watch his parents get bit

Picked up Ike and was outie like a belly button!!!

Had to gear up on survivalist stuff

Guns, medical equipment, stuff like that

Somehow became the leader of a small group including himself, Ike, Kenny, Stan, Butters, and Cartman.

They stayed at his house until they discover Tolkien's alive

Now they on their way to his house (which has more space and food)

Either the last to be bitten or a survivor

Very distrusting of new people after the cartman incident

Or just people in general

Checks DAILY for bites

If someone's found with a bite they talk to Kyles PEW PEW

Stan:

Co leader of Kyles little resistance thing

Goes out with him on hunts or killing sprees

Found his house after his sister was turned

Not the first few bit but he def doesnt survive

Its either a self sacrifice thing or something depressing where Kyle and Stan are crying

Kyle has to leave him behind which really sucks :(

But they arent having another Cartman situation.

During the apocalypse his drinking problem gets worse

Several times where the group was thinking of just leaving him cuz hes a liability but Kyles like

"No dude hes my friend >:("

Kept Sparky around to sniff for stuff and as a general alert system

Someone at the door?

BARKBARK BARK

Someones turned?

BARKBARKBARK

Stuff like that

OOOOO Sparkys gonna be SADDD when Stan dies

Or he'll just die with him

Idk

Kenny:

Second to be bit and turned

Before that he was the rations, weapons, drinks, etc guy

Main weapon was a flame thrower

Why? Cuz its cool as hell

Def gives tallahassee from Zombieland in a survival scenario

That man will do CRAZY SHIT

God i LOVE Tallahassee!!!!

Shame Kenny got bit

They basically were like

"Yeah no"

And threw him outside.

Then Kyle and Stan became the new scavengers

Poor Kenny :(

Butters:

Both his parents turned so he was outie like a belly button

Left with more truama than he had

Ended up becomming the group medic

The boys try to do everything to keep him from turning

Their efforts are successful until they make their way to Tolkiens

Then he gets bit by a zombie cuz hes frozen in some kinda fear

Kenny returns and CHOMP

Then the groups like "FUCK" and run away

He did survive for a while so like, good on him

But his ass cant use a weapon for shit

Tweek:

It could go both ways with him

Either he dies really early

Or dies really late

But i do think hes a hermit whos gone crazy in bith scenario

He def things Craig and his friends are dead

Hes survived on eating coffee beans and no sleep

Eventually tho i think he cant take it anymore and runs for the zombie hoarde

A certain someone does save him tho and hes in a camp with a few other people

Still bonkers crazy tho

Man thinks hes in heaven

Talking for hours abt how excited he is to see Craig

Poor dude is nuts

Craig:

The one who saved Tweek

Has a resistance of his own with Dougie, Wendy, Terrance Mephesto, Bebe, Clyde, Damien, Mike and Pip (yes Pip is alive in this au. Fight me)

They have a pretty big camp, too.

Theyve essentially been glamping for half the apocalypse

Staying in the mephesto place for like, the entirety of the apocalypse

Pip informs Craig on Tweeke mental state very often (Pip is the medic and group therapist)

Craig is almost never at the base cuz hes out getting stuff

Makes sure to go out in something the zombies cant bite through too

Just in case

Leaves Stripe in Pip's care, ends up bonding with him too

"Yknow frenchie? You arent that bad"

"Uhm..im not french, but thank you!"

On a mission to find Tricia since they seperated

Least he found Tweek

Main weapon is a sniper rifle. Likes hanging out on rooftops and going zombie hunting that way.

Informs the group on the staus of the people hes seen as Zombies.

"So uh... Stan, Cartman, Kenny, and Butters turned.."

And the whole groupis just like 😨

Clyde:

If you think this man is lasting long you are a FOOL

That man would see something truamtic

Cry

And get eaten by a zombie hoarde

I dont see him contributing much to a group at all

Just staying inside cuz hes a wuss

They had to force him out

And thats when he fucking died

Jimmy:

Staying in Tolkiens house with him

Theyre pretty set on food and water

Will go out with Tolkien if they need to get stuff

Can use crutches as a close combat weapon

Trying to keep the situation light

Joking abt everything to make Tolkien feel better

More than happy to welcome the rest of the boys into their home

Survivor, yes, im biased

Tolkien:

Stayed pretty much unaffected by the apocalypse, lucky fuck

Goes out with Jimmy if they need anything

Became the new leader of the resistance

Kyles now on medic duty

Also a survivor

Makes sure weapons are all good and everything

Very good with the organization aspect of the apocalypse.

House is also very spacious

Overhears mephesto working on a cure so that keeps his morale high

Nichole is also staying with him and Jimmy, but mostly for security.

Girl can kick ass

Hope you enjoyed, anons!

[yifftwiceplz]

[ Years in the future, but not many… ]

[ +10 to be precise]

“Is it really that crazy to think I don’t want to lose you?”

“I don’t know what you expect Dave,” Karkat sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose, “it’s not like I can go down to the hospital and get mortality reassignment surgery.”

“We still have access to the rest of the omniverse. You know I don’t ask the council for jack shit, and you know they love you. We could find a blood quest bed if we just looked around.”

Karkat throws his head back and groans. “You seriously want to risk infecting the universe we worked so hard to protect with another Jack Noir or Lord English? Or some other unknowable horror? Just for this?”

“Just for this?” Dave raises his voice slightly, despite the shakiness permeating his body. “Our marriage, which you so fuckin' casually gesture and refer to as ‘this’, is everything to me, just in case that wasn’t extremely god damn obvious.”

Karkat narrows his eyes at Dave in a cold glare. “Don’t twist my words. Don’t try to make it sound like I don’t care about our marriage, Dave. That’s not fucking fair and you know it.” He spits, making an effort to bite back tears.

Dave remains silent.

Karkat continues. “Has it not occurred to you, even once, just once, that I don’t want to live forever?”

“Has it not occurred to you that I also don’t want to live forever? Especially if it’s without you?” Dave retorts.

“Oh!” Karkat throws his hands up. “So I’m the lucky one, because I get to die early!”

“Kinda, yeah!” Dave shouts, hands visibly shaking. “You fucking asshole. How do you expect me to take it knowing every day I get a little closer to watching your health decline?? To watching you fade away. Going to your corpse party. And then coming back to our house, alone.” His voice cracks.

Karkat remains silent.

After a long, pregnant pause in the conversation, Dave wordlessly puts on houseslippers and a hoodie.

“Where the hell are you going.” Questions a deflated Karkat.

“I gotta get some air.” Dave mutters to himself. He exits, restraining himself from slamming the door when he hears Karkat call his name. He turns his phone off and shoves it in his back pocket.

Dave stops at a cornerstore for some cigarettes and a cappuccino. Normally he’d mix all the flavors. He barely has the heart to push the buttons and talk to the cashier. He notes Karkat is usually one to facilitate transactions.

He chooses to walk. Kind of annoying to smoke and have coffee while you’re flying around like Superman. Not that he has a solid plan for where he’s walking. The urge to get out of the house provided enough fuel to walk to the gas station, and beyond that, he’s acting on pure impulse. He naturally finds himself wandering through the park to Dirk’s apartment.

Dirk answers the light rapping on the door almost instantly; does this dude ever sleep? Dave makes a note to hound him about that when he’s not in the middle of a fight with Karkat.

“Sup.” He says flatly.

“Sup.” Dave responds flatly. “Wanna go to Vegas?”

There’s barely a moment of pause before Dirk points out the obvious.

“Are you and Karkat fighting?”

Dave sulks, somehow expecting Dirk to not put 2 and 2 together. Or at least not comment.

 “Do you want to talk about it on the way to Vegas or not.”

“... Yeah, ok. Do you want clothes?”

Dave looks down to check his fit. He admits to himself it’s a bit dumpy. It’s then he notices the grey symbol on the chest - he’d grabbed Karkat’s hoodie. His heart sinks in his chest and he flinches. Anyone other than his family wouldn’t have noticed. “No,” Dave voicecracks. After a moment he adds, “It’s Vegas right? Who cares.”

Dirk, equally dumpy looking, blinks owlishly behind his shades and gives a light shrug. “Are we taking the car or flying?”

Dave dumps his empty coffee cup in the apartment dumpster. “I know it’s a pain in the ass but can we take the car? I like the rumbling. And I don’t want my eyes to be dry as shit when I get there.”

“Yeah, of course.” Thank fuck for Dirk always being down to clown.

Within ten minutes, the Striders are loaded up in Dirk’s car with an itinerary, westbound and down.

[desiccatedwithering]

we live in troubled days (oh, my friend, we have the strangest ways) — ch 3/6?

(4k || read on ao3) (ch1 || ch2 || ch4)

“Ahoy,” Eddie says upon his return to the kitchen, compelled to keep pushing this button until it kills him. This is why he prefers to be the DM instead of a player.

Harrington just sighs and asks, “Everyone good?”

“Who?”

“Your bandmates? Are they good?”

Eddie freezes. Is this a trick question? Was Harrington eavesdropping on his phone call? No, he’s probably just trying to pretend to be a normal, friendly person who doesn’t kill people every year. Eddie forces his shoulders to relax and lets out a high pitched, awkward chuckle.

Harrington stares at him, eyebrows steadily climbing. Fuck. Right. He asked Eddie a question, didn’t he? Those usually require answers.

“Uh, kinda?”

Harrington’s eyebrows furrow, which is fair, because what the hell does that mean?

“I mean, I didn’t get through to everyone,” Eddie says, finally remembering how to string words into coherent sentences, thank god. He shrugs a little. “I’ll have to make some more calls later. If you don’t mind.”

Harrington waves a hand, turning back to the counter. “Yeah, no worries.”

Great. Time for another awkward silence.

He should’ve spent more time investigating Harrington’s room, done more than a cursory search of his desk. He’d been worried about spending a suspicious amount of time upstairs, but if he’d known that this was the alternative—

Eddie jumps a good foot in the air when someone behind him mumbles, “Cookies?”

He whirls around to find Robin Buckley standing right behind him, in a Hawkins High swim team hoodie and reindeer-patterned pajama pants, hair mussed, blinking at him with bleary confusion. “Jesus Christ,” he gasps, clutching at his racing heart. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“I’ve always been here?” Robin says, frowning. Which is an extremely unsettling sentence.

“She took a nap after her shift this morning, so she’s been conked out upstairs for the last few hours,” Harrington explains, reaching out to grab her hand. She lets herself be reeled in, tucking herself into his side and accepting a mug of coffee with a pleased hum.

“Oh.” Eddie jams a hand into his back pocket, crossing his fingers. “I didn’t wake you up with my phone call, did I?”

Robin obnoxiously slurps her coffee, eyeing him with what Eddie feels like is an unwarranted amount of suspicion, given the fact that he was invited to this dinner.

“Don’t worry; she sleeps like the dead.”

“Except the nightmares,” Robin mutters.

Harrington rolls his eyes. “Well, yeah, obviously, but it’s pretty clear when you have those, ‘cause you wake up screaming.”

Jesus Christ. Was she a witness or (unwilling?) accomplice to Harrington’s summer rampage?

Wait, has Eddie been thinking about this all wrong? Is it possible that he managed to earn himself the freshmen’s seal of approval, and now he’s going to be inducted into the cult by participating in Robin’s murder?

No, she doesn’t fit the pattern (which does exist; fuck you, Gareth). She may be weird and nerdy in her own way, but everyone knows that she and Harrington are connected; the whole school was abuzz with gossip when the fallen king dropped her off on the first day. The most believable rumor Eddie’s heard is that Buckley is a succubus who learned how to control her powers over the summer and now has Harrington under her thrall. (Ok, yes, he was the one to suggest that, and no one else is talking about it. But the girls who’d “overheard” him had only rolled their eyes and not even bothered to call him a freak, so who knows. It might just be getting off to a slow start.)

There isn’t as much gossip circulating about them these days, but pretty much everyone who doesn’t live under a rock knows that they’re an item or whatever. Way harder to buck suspicion if everyone knows that you’re the victim’s best friend slash coworker slash boyfriend.

Eddie squashes the tiny spark of hope—not that he wants Robin to die; he’d just really rather not be murdered himself. Plus, it’d be easier to rescue someone else from being sacrificed, especially if he’s expected to participate and therefore has a knife; he doesn’t really think he’s athletic enough to save himself when he’s strapped down to an altar.

Harrington steals her mug to take a sip, then says, “Robin always wakes up on the second to last tray of cookies.”

“That’s how long it takes the smell to fill your stupidly big house. Also, I notice that you’ve failed to provide me with said cookies.” She holds her hand up expectantly.

Harrington rolls his eyes but dutifully reaches past her to grab a cookie and move it the whole five inches from the cooling rack to her hand. God, straight people are insane, Harrington especially.

Eddie heaves himself back up onto the island, and Robin perks up and asks, “Ooh, are we sitting on Steve’s counters today?”

“No,” Harrington says.

“Yes,” Eddie retorts, swinging his legs.

Robin grins at him and hops up beside him, fully ignoring Harrington’s aggrieved sigh.

“Fuck, there’s two of you now,” he grumbles. He glares at them for a second then inexplicably hands Eddie a glass.

Eddie accepts it cautiously, squinting at the contents. It looks like perfectly normal water, but honestly, who knows? There could be some sort of poison in there. Cyanide is water soluble.

“I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” Robin declares, “so there’d be no reason to complain if there were two of me.”

Harrington smirks at her. “Wanna try repeating that in front of Dustin?”

Eddie sniffs his glass surreptitiously. He doesn’t smell almonds, but with his luck, he probably doesn’t have the gene that allows you to smell cyanide, so he’d have no idea it was there until it was too late. The safest option is to not drink it. After all, it’s way easier to poison a person with a glass of water handed to them than with a batch of cookies that anyone might eat.

“Uh, no. I value my hearing, thanks.” She rolls her eyes, then tilts her head, looking towards the counter. “Hey, why’s your murder knife out?”

Ha! Eddie hasn’t been overreacting; that insane cleaver is a murder weapon. …Oh no, it’s a murder weapon. Should he be running now? No, he still needs evidence. Which means finding a way to get back into Harrington’s room and actually snooping around, rather than getting caught up in giving Gareth an extremely important status update.

“Eddie asked to see my favorite knife.”

Robin furrows her brow, glancing from Harrington to Eddie and back again. “Steve.”

“What?” Harrington turns to meet her eyes, and his brows shoot up. “Oh. You think?”

Robin nods, hands fluttering.

Eddie stares at her blankly, waiting for her to say actual words, but Harrington just hums thoughtfully and says, “Huh, I totally missed that.”

“What?” Eddie asks, but he’s completely ignored as Robin huffs a laugh and makes another indecipherable series of movements. Cool. Eddie will just listen to half an incomprehensible conversation, then. Like a game of charades but infinitely worse.

“Hey! Not yet, at least,” Harrington says. “And I mean, yeah, obviously.”

Robin raises her eyebrows and bites her lip, drumming her fingers on her thighs. Harrington tilts his head, sets his hands on his hips, and says—

Nothing.

Fantastic.

Alright. Theory one: Harrington and Buckley are cyborgs, sent back to the past to ensure their successful overthrow of the human race. Admittedly unlikely, given the fact that he’s been in school with them for long enough to know that they definitely age like normal people—unless they were recently replaced with cyborgs or their design is so advanced that they can convincingly mimic human growth. Not to mention the number of times Harrington’s wandered into class with his face all bruised and bloody, not a hint of metal in sight. And Eddie seriously doubts he’s some sort of Sarah Conner; there’s no way he’ll ever be a vital part of fighting an apocalypse.

Theory two: Telepathic powers. Telepathy doesn’t really strike him as the sort of power that’d lead to a person becoming a murderer—though maybe he’s just biased from reading X-Men. ‘Cause, like, what if you heard something awful, like someone thinking about the best place to plant their bomb? Then it’d be your moral obligation to stop them, right? Kill one person to save many.

Though Eddie’s not really sure how Harrington’s probable victims fit into this scenario. Sure, Eddie’s thought some nasty things about the jocks at school, but he’d never actually hurt anyone. Just thinking about something doesn’t mean you’ll actually do it. There’s no way Barbara Holland or Bob Newby would’ve gone around setting buildings on fire just because they were bored and wondered how easy it would be to get away with. (Which is a question that Eddie’s never had, for any mind readers listening in right now.) And Hargrove’s thoughts were probably just as terrible as his actions, but the fact that he would beat people up for fun is what really matters, not whatever was going on inside his head.

Surely the first rule of telepathy is judging someone on their actions rather than their thoughts, right? Because most people have enough self restraint to not give in to their worst impulses.

Maybe instead of wanting to kill him for some sort of thoughtcrime, Harrington wants to kill him because his thoughts are inherently a crime. Like, maybe Eddie’s brain is just too loud and chaotic, and Harrington can’t tune it out, so murder is the only option if he wants to ever have peace again. He’s heard the kids mention Harrington’s headaches in hushed, secretive voices. And if they’re Eddie-induced headaches, then obviously they’d want to help Harrington kill him. He doesn’t have any illusions about where their loyalties lie first and foremost.

Can you hear me? Eddie thinks as loudly as possible, imagining the sound traveling straight from his head to Harrington’s like a phaser beam.

Harrington scratches just behind his ear, which isn’t very conclusive.

Hey, Harrington. Harrington. Harrington. Are you listening?

Harrington jolts and snaps his fingers. Is that a yes? He pulls something out of his pocket—probably a switchblade—and says, “Oh, hey, Rob, I got you an ornament for the tree.” He tosses it over to her, and she lets out a delighted gasp.

“Holy shit, Steve,” she says with actual human words, “he’s beautiful. Where did you find him?”

“At the thrift store,” he says, pleased as punch. “The woman who owns it gave him to me for free.”

“God, who would put a treasure like this at the thrift store?”

Harrington shrugs. “Some people have no taste.”

“What is it?” Eddie asks, leaning closer.

Robin hold it up so he can see better, and Eddie is confronted with the most fucked up Rudolph he’s ever seen. Honestly, it probably wouldn’t be recognizable as any sort of animal, let alone a reindeer, if not for the bright red nose on its sorry excuse for a head.

“Fuck, that’s incredible,” he breathes, reaching for it without thinking.

Harrington preens.

“Don’t even think about stealing him, Munson,” Robin growls, clutching melty Rudolph to her chest protectively and hopping off the counter to put some distance between them. “I’d fight to the death for him.”

He holds his hands up placatingly. “I wouldn’t dare, Buckley.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Harrington starts, glancing at Eddie. “I didn’t want the kids to see this, so—” Harrington turns away, rooting through one of the cabinets for his sacrificial blade.

Does Eddie have time to make a run for it? He takes a surreptitious glance towards the doorway, only to find Robin oh-so-coincidentally in between him and his path to freedom.

So this is how it ends. Stabbed to death, throat slit in Steve Harrington’s kitchen at the tender age of nineteen.

He’s had a good run of it. Sure, he’s failed to graduate from high school twice, and he’s about to die a virgin, murdered by his crush, but— Yeah, he doesn’t have an end to that sentence. This whole thing absolutely blows.

“Here you go!” Harrington says brightly, spinning around with all the enthusiasm of a hyper puppy.

It’s genuinely unfair that he still looks this unfathomably hot when he’s literally stretching his arms forward to stab Eddie in the gut with—

Eddie frowns. Unusual weapon choice.

“What is that?”

Harrington rolls his eyes, propping one hand on his hip. The other gives the thing he’s holding a little jiggle. “Maybe you’ve never gotten a gift before, but the whole point is that you don’t know what it is until you unwrap it.” Then a second later, he winces. “Shit, that was— Sorry.”

“I thought we weren’t exchanging presents,” Eddie says warily.

Harrington shrugs. “I wasn’t going to invite you over and then force you to get me something, dude. That’d be a dick move.”

Dumbfounded, Eddie takes the present. He shakes it automatically; Harrington snorts but doesn’t protest the investigation. Nothing rattles, and it feels solid. Eddie’s fairly certain that it’s a book rather than something deadly. He still holds his breath as he breaks the seal of the tape, slowly peeling the paper away.

“Oh,” he breathes, blinking rapidly like that might change what he’s looking at.

“Do you like it?” Harrington asks, anxiety clear in his voice. Eddie’s fairly certain that he’s wringing his hands right now, though he can’t manage to actually look at him to check. “Will said it was published this year, but if you already bought it for yourself, I have the receipt, so you could get something else. Sorry, I don’t really know what you like other than Dungeons and—”

“Uh, no,” he croaks. “I mean, this is— I don’t have it yet. Didn’t. I—” Jesus, he feels like he’s going to vomit. He makes the mistake of glancing up, catching sight of Harrington, yes, wringing his hands, brow furrowed, putting on an Oscar worthy show of concern, and—

“I have to go call Gareth bye,” Eddie blurts, words probably unintelligible with how fast he spits them out. He darts for the stairs before Harrington has a chance to react.

“Gareth, he bought me Unearthed Arcana,” Eddie hisses the second the line connects.

“Um. Gareth, it’s for you,” a woman who is very much not Gareth says hesitantly. She hasn’t even bothered to cover the receiver, which is rude, frankly. “Some weirdo talking about digging? Dirt? I don’t know.”

There’s a muffled, “Oh, Jesus Christ,” and then Gareth says, “Yes?”

“Gareth, it’s me, your friend Eddie who is not a ghost yet but will be soon.”

He sighs, like dealing with Eddie in mortal peril is the greatest hardship of his life. “Yeah, I figured. It’s been, like, fifteen minutes; what could you possibly be having an issue about already? You freaked out my cousin.”

“Unearthed Arcana,” Eddie repeats. “Harrington bought a D&D book. Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Yes, I am aware of what ‘D&D’ stands for,” Gareth says drily.

“He bought a D&D book for me.”

Gareth lets out a low whistle. “Shit, now I kinda wish I was invited. Seems like a better party than my family’s having right now. Do you think I could’ve gotten a new drum out of him?”

“You are not helpful,” Eddie says, gritting his teeth.

“Oh, sorry. It’s so tragic that a cute boy bought you the book you’ve been whining about for months. Do you think you’ll manage to survive this ordeal?”

“Do you have memory issues? Obviously not because he’s planning to murder me.”

“Why would he buy you a present before killing you?”

“It’s actually for the kids, and he just gave it to me to lull me into a false sense of security? Or maybe his deity requires happy sacrifices. I don’t know! I’m not in his head!”

Gareth sighs again and asks, “Why am I the one who keeps having to deal with you?”

“Because you’re my nearest and dearest friend,” Eddie replies, voice saccharine.

Gareth scoffs.

“And because I didn’t want to piss off Jeff's mom, and Frank would just get me even more riled up. I need to keep a level head if I want to make it out of here alive.”

“This is you keeping a level head?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Eddie shrieks.

“God, I hate being one of the only sensible people you know,” Gareth groans.

Eddie rolls his eyes. Like he’s not sensible. What does Gareth even know? He— Holy shit what is that?

“Hold that thought,” Eddie says, though he honestly doesn’t know what Gareth was just saying, so it might not have been a thought that merits holding. Much more important at the moment: “I’m being stared at by some sort of demon.”

“What.”

“It’s like some sort of fucked up cat?”

“Fucked up how?”

“I don’t know, it’s just creepy? And it’s staring directly into my soul. Like, you know that awful lemur that you had to do a project on? The one you complained about for weeks because you said it was giving you nightmares?”

“You said you would never bring it up again!”

“Well, anyway, picture that in cat form and then increase its evilness by approximately a thousand percent, and you might have a decent idea of what I’m looking at right now.”

“Christ, and this lives in his house?”

“Apparently. Unless it crawled in through whatever portal to hell he’s planning to shove me through.”

The sudden knock on the door would’ve given him a heart attack if it hadn’t been the familiar tap-tap-tap-tap, tap-tap pattern that the freshmen are always using. God, they’ve conditioned him, like one of Pavlov’s dogs salivating when it hears a bell. Have they trained him in other ways that he just hasn’t noticed yet?

“Uh, hey,” Robin says, hovering awkwardly just outside the room.

“Gare, I gotta go. I’ll call you later.” He just barely catches himself before saying hopefully.

“You really don’t have to. I—”

Eddie sets the phone down, then turns just enough so that he can face Robin while keeping the demon in his peripheral vision.

“Are you ok?” Robin asks and then gives him exactly zero seconds to answer. “Listen, I told the dingus down there that he shouldn’t buy you a present because it would make things awkward, but he’s, like, infuriatingly stubborn when he gets an idea in his head. So I get it. Or, I think I do. I don’t actually know what upset you, exactly. Is he coming on too strong? Or is buying books for a DM after they hit high school some sort of, like, nerd faux pas?”

“What? No, it’s not. Why would—?”

“Look, I don’t know what Steve did to you in high school, but I can promise that he’s not trying to buy your forgiveness or, like, flaunt his wealth or anything like that. He really does just genuinely enjoy getting people gifts. And I think it makes him feel better to use his Pawn Fund to make other people happy. Otherwise it just sits around, collecting dust and making him miserable.”

“Pawn Fund?”

“My name for it, not his. His asshole dad cut him off as soon as he graduated high school. But his mom and dad have… issues, so whenever his mom wants to piss his dad off, she sends Steve money. It’s fucked up and manipulative, but at least it means that Steve can spoil the kids at holidays.”

“Right,” Eddie says faintly.

“If it helps, you can just think of it like a gift he’s giving the kids, with you as his middle man or puppet or something.” She winces. “Ok, phrasing it like that makes it sound bad, but you get what I mean!”

Eddie honestly isn’t sure that he does. “I— Sorry, I can’t focus. Are you aware there’s some sort of hellcat in here?

Robin follows his line of sight, then lets out a horrified gasp. “Oh, Steve’s gonna kill you for insulting his baby.”

Fuck, what Eddie wouldn’t give for the ability to summon his DM poker face in times of crisis.

Whatever expression he makes sends Robin backpedaling furiously: “Kidding! Steve doesn’t have a violent bone in his body. Unless you threaten to hurt the kids, and then he’ll hit you with a car. But there were extenuating circumstances there, and he didn’t, like, enjoy it. Honestly, I think it sucked for him because getting into a car crash when you already have a concussion can’t be fun. But if he hadn’t, the kids and Nancy would be, like, definitely dead, so—” She finally stops for a breath and seems to take note of the fact that whatever that was didn’t help the situation even remotely.

“Okaaay,” she says, eyes darting around the room. She claps once. “Forget literally everything I just said! The point is that whatever you think you know about Steve, you’re wrong. I know what he and his friends used to be like in school, and I know what all the nerds and outcasts thought of him. But he’s nothing like that, ok? He’s honestly the best person I’ve ever met, so if all this—” She gestures at all of him “—is because of your preconceived notions about Steve? Knock it the fuck off. I’ll kill you before I let you hurt my soulmate.”

“Um. Noted,” Eddie says, because that honestly feels like the only safe response he could give.

“Ok, great!” Robin claps again and grins at him. “Now that that’s sorted, you should come back to the party. Steve just heard through the walkie chain that Mike is finally off his phone date, so the kids are actually on their way now. Come on. You, too, Keys.”

Eddie watches as the hellcat jumps down from the bed and trots over to Robin. “Harrington’s cat is named Keys.”

“Her legal name is Carmilla—”

“Like the vampire?”

“Yep.” Robin scoops the cat up, and she immediately perches on her shoulder like some sort of bizarre gargoyle. “But Steve has a friend in Indianapolis named Camilla—without the r—and he thought it’d be weird for her. Which she thought was weird, since she’s never been to his house and never plans to, so why would it matter, right? But Steve thought it’d be an issue or whatever, so we usually call her nicknames. I like Keys—or Car Keys—because I think it’s hilarious that she always tries to steal Steve’s keys to stop him from going to work.”

“Right,” Eddie says again. “Why not just name her something else?”

“Because she was pretty feral when he first got her and kept biting him hard enough to draw blood.”

“Ah.”

Robin frowns at him. “You still seem weird.”

“I’m not being weird!”

She gives him an unimpressed look. “I watched you pour an entire glass of water into a plant.”

“It looked dry!” It did not. It was probably the most vibrant and colorful thing in this awful house.

“A fake plant.”

Ah. Well, that would explain why the water just conspicuously pooled on top of the soil. He curls his shoulders in, tugging some hair across his face in a futile attempt to hide his blush. “Oh.”

“So, again, why are you being weird?”

“I’m always weird?” Eddie gestures to himself. “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, remember?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re bizarre and off-putting; we get it. What’s actually up, though?”

“Nothing.”

She tries to set him on fire with her mind.

“Fine! I just— Has Harrington been replaced by a pod person or something?”

“Ugh, is he doing that thing where he doesn’t want to seem like a bully, but he overcorrects and is way too agreeable and it’s creepy?” Once again, she doesn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll deal with it. Now come back downstairs.”

Eddie casts one last forlorn look around the room, then trudges after Robin. Next time he’s in here, he will actually investigate. No more panicked phone calls to Gareth. But for now, he has to try to act normal around Harrington to assuage Robin’s suspicions. So once more unto the breach. He can do this.

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(ch4 on ao3 or tumblr)

If you haven't read Do You Mind? (will you mind?) by GreenQueenofClubs (the fic where Steve is a telepath and Eddie's brain is too loud for him to tune it out), I'd highly recommend it!!