#mole can and will drink from his cup holding it like that

[mxviko]

Coco by the fire

[lottiies]

ALL THAT GRACE, ALL THAT BODY

→ you wash the grime off your boyfriend’s body after he returns from a mission!!

CW: x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, i think that’s it!!

WC: 800+

NOTE: i didn’t really imagine this with any leon in particular ˃ᴗ˂ just a short fic hehe i haven’t really written anything in a while…let there be no typos

MASTERLIST

Kissing and sex can be casual, in some cases. Hook up culture and games like seven minutes in heaven and truth or dare allow for them to be. In the heat of the moment, specks of unique imperfections are completely missed.

There is nothing casual, however, about the act of running your hands through someone’s skin and hair with the intent of cleaning them and nurturing them back to a better state. It’s the exact scene that played behind a particular shower curtain.

A chaste kiss was pressed against the mole on his neck, and another one landed on the healed up scar tissue on his shoulder. Steamy water washed away your gentle touches, leaving a blank canvas for you to adorn with affection over and over again.

For the most part, Leon didn’t speak much during this unless you voiced the thoughts in your head, he was too caught up in enjoying your caresses. The only think he requested was for there to be no talks about his missions and work while in the shower, he wanted to focus on you and not the hell he just returned from. Thankfully, he didn’t return too battered up this time. Just a couple nips and bruises, nothing fractured or broken like other unfortunate times.

His skin was already reddening just a tinge from the temperature, similar to the shade he turned whenever you littered gentle nips against his neck. But he always asked for the water to be turned up high, he was used to it. Before he met you he had felt so lonely and hot water had always been a comfort for him. Plus, colder water just reminded him of when he’d try to sober up after some drinks, terrible terrible times.

“You know the drill! Close your eyes for me.”

His eyelashes fluttered as he followed your instructions. Hands perched themselves on your hips so he wouldn’t lose his balance. You began threading your shampoo lathered palms and fingers through his hair, gently rubbing his scalp.

“Mm…” He purred contentedly, his tense shoulders relaxing. Leon was almost tempted to slump against you, would you hold him until the end of times? He’d like to think the answer is yes. “You should work in one of those uh…what’s the name? Those…head spa places? You’d put others out of business.”

“Yeah? Does it really feel that good?”

“Y’know, you ask me that every time, hell yes. Feels like my brain is turning to mush. Careful sweetheart, I might just topple over you.”

“Pfft.”

You pushed all his hair back. He looked otherworldly. One look at him, and no one would believe that he’s a man keeping the world safe with a mountain’s weight of survivor’s guilt on his shoulders. How could he look so tranquil?

It was no use, you shook the thought away. You’d ask him another time.

“It kinda pisses me off how good-looking you are.” You whisper to him, washing the residue of shampoo off your hands before cupping his face. Once upon a time, his cheeks had been more sunken in. But they had gotten fuller being in a relationship with you.

“When did you become such a flatterer?” He asked, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. Just a subtle one.

“I dunno, maybe the moment I laid eyes on you.” You tug him more towards the water, washing away the shampoo from his hair as he lowered his head. “I’m pretty hard to please y’know…got really high standards.”

“No way I met all of them.”

“Passed with flying colors. You raised the bar a bit, actually. Think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger for eternity.”

With a washcloth, you cleaned the expanse of his skin, leaving it smelling faintly of rosemary. Your water bill is begging you to hurry your pace, but you went as slow as a snail.

Thank God he could finally open his eyes again, there was nothing he loved more than having his sight on you.

If only you could see yourself from his perspective. He saw everything. The way you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth while you did your best to wash around one of his wounds, you didn’t need to be so gentle with him but you were anyway, and the glimmer in your eyes when you took a brief peek at his face.

“Sorry, baby…” Your murmur was accompanied by a wince when you thought you rubbed too harshly. It felt like a tickle to him though, nothing more, and he reassured you of that.

One minute turned into five, then five into ten, then ten into fifteen. Ten of those minutes were dedicated to cherishing the body that belonged to the recipient of your adoration.

The white noise of running water came to an end with a twist of your wrist. He pulled you close, curling his fingers under your jaw as he leaned in to kiss your lips. It was a small token of appreciation for how tender you always were with him. Droplets from his hair fell onto you, for some reason it felt intimate. “Thanks…I feel as good as new.”

“You should get some shut eye after this, when’s the last time you slept?”

“Been a while.” God, he didn’t even remember. His assignment had been long and frankly he hadn’t had the luxury of resting.

Leon shook his head before scrunching his hair with a smaller towel that hung from the curtain rod, some of the water on his hair went flying.

“Bad dog!” You couldn’t help but giggle.

He shot you an amused huff. “Yeah yeah, my bad.”

Accepting love had been hard, but you were full of it and oh so willing to give it that Leon had grown to depend on you.

Maybe you and him were meant for one another.

[dixidin]

♰𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Notes: I promised you guys I'd give them to you, so here we are. Anywho! Here's all the Argenthill (Argenti/Boothill) headcanons that I have. If you'd like, drop some other scenarios for these losers that I can use next time <3 (FYI, sorry if the formatting is a bit weird! Will potentially change it in the future)

Pet names (for each other)

Boothill: Darlin', rosey, hun', sweetheart, cutie, pretty boy, sugar, dimples (my hc for Argenti!), snookums (joke)

Argenti: Dearest, my rose, honey, lovely, dove, beloved, loverman (yes, based off the Ricky Montgomery song)

Hands

Boothill (when he had human hands): Pretty rough and calloused, maybe a few old scars here and there, wears rings a lot, probably bites his fingernails (causing them to be very jagged or even bleed due to his shark teeth)

Argenti: Very smooth and well taken care of, occasionally painted nails, but always trims them, a few moles here and there

Sleeping positions/habits

Boothill: Snores, knocked out like a light every time he sleeps on top of Argenti (wasn't really held that much), only wears red flannel pants to sleep (....whore...)

Argenti: The only one used to it, occasionally drools, usually sleeps on top of Boothill due to his robotic body, always gives Boothill forehead kisses when the outlaw does sleep on top of him. Night gown, bunny slippers, sleeping mask, you get the gist.

Both pretty light sleepers, but Argenti is definitely a bit heavier than Boothill

Both/Customs: They normally hold hands and face each other's foreheads when sleeping

Mornings:

Boothill usually wakes up before Argenti (which results in Argenti to stir and wake up himself), but Boothill always gives him a kiss to the back of his head and whispers a "Rest easy, hun'" or "Get some sleep, darlin'"

Random "opposite" headcanons

Boothill: Likes Venus fly traps. Collects bottles caps, lighters, hour glasses, and marbles

Argenti: Likes white roses with red tint. Collects small potion like bottles, candles, pocket watches, and jewelry

Drink dates:

Boothill takes Argenti out to bars, while Argenti takes Boothill out for tea parties. It's unusual to see an outlaw like Boothill sip from a tea cup, and weird to see a knight like Argenti to sit at a large stool sipping some wine. But it's a wholesome moment between the two and pretty healthy by introducing each other to stuff that they like that the other might not be too used to. (They make me ill)

Movie nights

Boothill's main movies: Django unchained, The harder they fall, Silence of the lambs, and The man who knew too much (Action, Thriller, Western revenge, and occasional Sci-fi)

Argenti's main movies: Pride & Prejudice, Her, Melancholia, and Elizabeth (Drama, Fantasy, Crime, and occasional Period romance)

Together, they create Brokeback Mountain (they sob everytime they watch it)

Dancing

Boothill: Tango, Quickstep, and Waltz. Literally flustered the entire time

Argenti: Ballroom dance, Foxtrot, and Waltz. Helped Boothill learn how to waltz

Cooking

Boothill: 4/10. Considering he's mostly robotic and usually gets drunk, he doesn't have that much knowledge when it comes to cooking. The worst is it being extremely burnt, and the best is when it's edible and helps you live long enough

Argenti: 6/10. Just a smidge better than Boothill, still a bit clueless when it comes to cooking. Rather a baker than a cooker

Carrying each other

Boothill: 8/10. Literally so easy. The only -2 points are that he can still slightly feel the weight (more noticeable when Argenti is wearing armor) and if Argenti has collapsed or is injured in his arms

Argenti: 7/10. A bit harder to carry cause of the large amount of metal (he's a strong boy, so dw), maybe a bit shaky the first few times Argenti picked him up

Random extra hcs and I don't know where to put </3

Boothill has flirted with Argenti many, many times when drunk, not even realizing that's his partner. Argenti always teases the cowboy about it the next day.

Boothill: .... why do ya' have.. mushrooms?

Argenti: I just think they're neat!

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[russellsppttemplates]

Summer break (Mick Schumacher)

Small bikinis, new outfits, loud parties with alcohol to spare are some of the memories you get from summer break with Mick

Note: english is not my first language. this is a long piece that I hope will keep the interactions back up (I love getting your requests and overall having you interact with the posts and having some random thoughts shared too!), so I hope you enjoy this piece as I tried to combine to smaller requests into a big one

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

Tw: mentions reader's insecurities (scars, stretch marks), some smutty comments

"Come here, pale boy, I need to put SPF on you, otherwise you'll turn into a lobster by midday", you urged your boyfriend, grabbing the sunscreen bottle from your bag and seeing him comply with your request.

You started applying the cream product to his arms and shoulders, massaging it all along his back ensuring every bit of skin was covered and protected, "turn for me", you whispered on his ear as you noticed his spine shiver despite the warm air around you. Slowly, your boyfriend complied and you sprayed the product on his chest, circling his nipples and then moving to his tummy before heading back up to his neck and then his face, taking the opportunity to appreciate his handsome facial features. Your thumbs travelled from his forehead to his cheeks and then his lips, memorising every dimple.

"Can you do my back, please?", you asked him, handing him the bottle so he could do your back, the only place you hadn't been able to reach on your own. Mick was quick to u fasten your bikini top, making you place each hand on your boobs, hoping you wouldn't flash anyone, "Mick! You could've warned me!", you swatted his arm, not missing his smirk, "I just want to you to be protected everywhere, liebling", he said nonchalantly, rubbing the product before spraying it on your butt, "you have this really tiny piece that I love, but I can't risk you getting burnt either", he said, looking around as he bent down to kiss just over your bikini bottoms.

You were laying on the lounging area of the yacht, faintly hearing Esteban sing loudly (and terribly) to some song you couldn't point, your head on Mick's chest while your leg was hoisted up on middle section, his fingers tracing the stretch marks on your thighs wirh a soft touch, "it tickles", you giggled, running your hand on his chest, "but it doesn't hurt you, right? I quite enjoy to do this, but I don't want to make it uncomfortable for you", he muttered, kissing the top of your head, "it's fine, just thought they would be bumpy and weird for you", you mumbled, receiving a weird look from your boyfriend, "Y/N, I love you. I love all of you, and I love how your moles and stretchmarks and birthmarks make you you. And these", he traced the stretchmarks again, "they always go lighter in the summer, or the rest of your skin darkens I guess, and they glisten in the sunlight, and you look so beautiful. It's just another point that proves that you are, in fact, an angel that was sent to me and I couldn't be more grateful".

.

"Here you go", you said, holding Mick's cup on your hand while you poured the alcoholic mixture on it, handing it to him so you could share the drink once you reached your previous spot on the yacht.

Esteban had some friends over and the party was on a roll, dancing and drinks being refilled as they yelled random lyrics you wouldn't be able to understand even if you wanted to given the mixture of accents and foreign languages. And you and Mick had been in the middle of all of it for a while, deciding now to hang out in a quieter part of the yacht, sitting in the lounge sofa and enjoying the sunset, "you look beautiful, liebling", Mick began, his hand coming near your face to tuck a strand of your curly hair behind your ear, "so do you, my love", you mumbled, a little bit tipsy, kissing his cocktail flavoured lips and keeping your hand in his cheek, craddling his face to take in all his beauty. It didn't matter that you had been dating him, like many people often joked about, since you were in diapers, you could never get over how delicate and expressive his eyes were, how soft his cheeks were, how living his smile was. To you, he was simply the most handsome, and you thanked your lucky stars everyday that he was yours to appreciate like this.

"You're really tanned, my love", you mused, rubbing your thumb on his cheeks, "You look like a golden chicken nugget", you giggled, bringing a smile to your boyfriend's face, "perfectly crispy outside and chewy soft on the inside? I thought you preferred when I was har-", he blurted, only stopping when you clasped your hand on top of his mouth, his dirty comment muffled on your palm, "Mick Schumacher! You kiss your mother with that mouth?!", you scolded, "liebling, you know how I can do a lot with this mouth, especially when it comes to you", he teased you, his hands pulling you to sit on his lap, peppering your neck with kisses, "since you're so eager, care to show me those skills tonight?".

.

"I'm going to brush my hair and then we can leave", you announced to the rest of the group, Mick coming right behind you so he could get dressed to go out too, having decided to stay in comfier clothes until everyone was finally ready to leave.

You were brushing your hair and putting some product in it, the constant sun and salty water combination needing some extra products that usual so your hair wouldn't dry out, splitting your hair to your usual parting and heading to the room so you could grab your sandals, seeing Mick in his outfit for the evening. You gulped, and probably louder than you anticipated since your boyfriend looked at you with concern, "are you okay? Did you have something that didn't settle well in your tummy?", he said, his ring cladded hands coming to rub your lower stomach, not knowing the impact it was clearly having on you, "I'm good, I'm good", you muttered, managing to put your sandals on while you looked at your boyfriend, the black and white outfit complimenting his tanned skin in the most perfect way, the added silver jewellery catching your eye.

Mick was heading for the bathroom, brushing his hair with his fingers and you just about caught him about to grab some hair gel, "No!", you blurted, "can you leave it soft? Pretty please?", you pouted, fumbling your fingers around his blond hair, "do you like it?", he said, looking at the adoration in your eyes, "what? The hair? Or the outfit? Or the fact that my boyfriend looks insanely good and I have to go out with his friends for a bit before I can get you all to myself?", you questioned, lacing your hands around his neck and kissing his jaw, "c'mon, I want to take a picture of you looking like this. Me and your mother need to gossip about how handsome you look and I need to have this materialised forever in my phone", you urged him, holding his hand and making him go and take pictures at sunset.

[theladybarnes]

CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER FOUR

"Remind me, when do they become reasonable human beings again?”

▸ summary: spring break is just a day away, but something else is looming around the corner.  ▸ characters: robin buckley, eddie munson, steve harrington, dustin henderson & nancy wheeler  ▸ word count: 7.4k ▸ warnings: angst, semi-fluff, & slight depression ▸ series masterlist

FEBRUARY 28TH (TWO WEEKS LATER)

 The two of you haven’t stopped glancing at each other all night. 

 With every little still in conversation with a party goer, you rewarded yourself a chance to glance over at Steve. He’s talking with another girl, short, curly red hair, cute. But even with their in-depth conversation, his eyes always seemed to find yours.

 It’s been only two weeks since the two of you started to secretly hook up again. Neither brave enough to talk about it, nor explain it to your friends. But simply enjoying the sinful pleasures that each other gave. Seeming to forget the world when it came to each other.

 It was a bad idea.

 “So I must look pretty good if you can’t keep your eyes off me.” 

 You glance again this time to watch as Steve slid over the kitchen island so that he could stand beside you. 

 Alone.

 It gave you a moment to really look over his outfit. Eyes scanning over the black crew knit sweater that tugged over his top looked great with his jeans. Correction, his tight jeans. The very ones he bought at the outlet mall when he caught you staring last fall. 

 Next your eyes danced across the many features of Steve’s face. The constellation of freckles and moles on his skin. The way his deep eyes would always stare at you so intently. The warmth they seemed to only hold for you. All things you missed dearly.

 An overwhelming feeling hit you suddenly and you forced yourself to avoid his gaze any further by glancing down to the can in his large hands. “What are you drinking?” you asked, nodding towards it. “Aren’t you driving?”

 He chuckled a bit at the deflection before he looked down at the can with a small amusing smile. “It’s just a cherry coke.” He said simply before he held the can up towards your lips. “Want some, pretty girl?” 

 The use of an older pet name left you stunned with the offer. A heat quickly spread over your face but you managed to press on as you leaned forward to take a slow sip from the rim. All while keeping eye contact with Steve. That seemed to do something for him as he proceeded to bite down on his lip. Letting his eyes shift down to your mouth while you drank the sweet liquid. 

 A small dribble of the sugary drink managed to coat your bottom lip, making you jerk back in reaction. But before you could wipe it away, Steve already leaned forward in time to cup the side of your face. “So messy.” he hummed, letting the pad drag slowly over your bottom lip before he pulled away to casually suck between his lips.

 You couldn’t help but gulp, nervous for the way Steve seemed confident in all his actions.

 “So, I figured you were done with parties since Fall break.” you blinked, trying to gain back some control. “What brings you here?” 

 He paused for a second, brow raised at your sudden question before he quickly shook his head. Brushing off his past convictions apparently.

 “I’m here to see you.”

 “Really?” you scoffed, finding it both amusing and hard to believe that he’d be here for you at all when he wasn’t aware of any of your plans. Your answer thankfully came when Steve let out a small chuckle. He brought a hand up to point meekly behind you to where the other party guests were at. 

 “Patrick started on the team around when I did. Never really had a fall out with him so told him I’d stop by at work the other day.”

 The boy himself came into your vision as he tried leading a group of kids away from one of the rooms in his house. Apparently Patrick McKinney had a super strict Dad. Which made the party itself questionable, but in a town like Hawkins you can’t really argue with a free party.

 “And what about you?” He asked, stepping closer to bop at the tip of your nose with his finger. “It’s not like you to come to a party alone.”

 “Nancy.” You frowned, swatting lightly at his hand before pointing over towards the backdoor that led to more party guests. “Some people from her editing team are here and she wants to make friends with them. I offered to come with her for support.” 

 “And Nancy is your only company tonight?”

 Your lips pursed at the slight mention to Eddie. Both nervous and hesitant to bring your friend up at all. There was no telling what bringing him up would lead the conversation to. 

“Are you really interested in what Eddie is doing or are you wondering why I’m not with him?”

 Steve sighed, leaning in to rest his elbow against the counter. Bringing you both shoulder to shoulder and close enough that you could inhale the scent of cologne off his collar. You wanted nothing else but to turn your body over and bury your face into the fabric. Seeking the regular comfort it usually gave off whenever you used to cuddle up in his bed. Luckily your mind wasn’t foggy enough to give into that urge.

 “He’s with his friends. I don’t really keep tabs on him.” you answered anyway, keeping your gaze now at the can in his hands rather than his curious one. He let out a small sigh of relief before his elbow nudged into your side lightly. Almost playfully. 

 “So you’re not going to see him tonight?”

 Though he was trying to keep the mood light, there was a bit of worry in his tone that had your stomach twisting. The never ending conflict of keeping up the mindset of moving on and making sure that whatever you said wouldn’t hurt Steve’s feelings. 

 “No, I’m not.” you sighed, feeling suddenly tired with your internal struggle. “So if that’s all you came to catch up on then I guess we’re done with that.” Stealing his can of soda, you made your leave from the kitchen and tried to venture back out into the party. Hoping that the footsteps behind you weren’t his. 

 “Who’s to say I’m all done? What if I asked because I wanted to hang out with you tonight?” Steve asked, hand sliding up to rest on your lower back as he carefully led you towards the foot of the stairs. His palms were warm. Warm enough to seep through the fabric of your dress and nearly have you curling to wrap around him.

 “Is hanging out what we’ve been doing lately?” you asked, pulling yourself away as you leaned against the banister.  The small space only gave you the smallest amount of composure as you stared over at him. There was a small smirk tugged at his lips as he placed his hand right beside yours. 

 “Well, I’d consider it.”

 You threw him a weird look, only shaking your head as you took another sip. “You’re getting too comfortable.” His brow raised at that before they knitted together. “Maybe we should be hanging out differently.”

 He pursed his lips, displeased with that notion. “I kinda prefer what we’re doing now than the weird avoiding thing we had before.” he took the can from your hands, taking a quick drink before he gave it to you again. It was oddly sweet and reminded you of last year. When the two of you finally became friends and shared lunches together. You’d steal his drink then and he’d say nothing about it. Just like now.

 “And the sex wouldn’t be the reason for that, right?” you asked slowly, looking away. He simply reached a hand out to cup at your chin, gently turning your face back to look at his again. He was serious now, leaning in closer so that only you could hear his words next. 

 “I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not enjoying the sex.” he said, breath fanning over your already flushed face. “But that’s all you’re offering me and I’m going to take every bit of it you give me,” he explained. “Because we both know that if things were my way...it would be different.”

It took you too long to physically pull yourself out of his grasp. Needing a bit of space to get some clarity. You two were on the stairs in the middle of a party. Not at the privacy of each other’s houses. Where you were allowed to be lured in by his words.

 Carefully, you moved up a step. Giving yourself the higher ground and hopefully more confidence to put down the tone of the conversation Steve is turning things to. But even with that help, you struggled to bring the words past your lips when you saw the small bit of longing in his eyes. 

 “I’m not dancing around the subject again, Steve. We both want different things.”

 “It’s not like we aren’t used to dancing, Trouble.” His eyes locked onto something around your neck before he looked back at you again. “Besides, we both know the only thing I want is you.” 

 Shaking your head, you left him there. Needing to head up the upstairs to clear your mind. It was becoming harder and harder not to give in again and you were scared the next time you did you’d fall back into something that would get broken.

 Steve’s hand gripped lightly onto your arm when you reached the top. Gently ushering you into one of the empty rooms before you could protest. “Four months.” He said letting you go to close the door. “Four months is all I have and then you’re just gone.” 

 You stared at him in shock. Watching as the semi reserve he had moments ago slowly faded away as his worries seemed to kick in. “Steve,” you sighed, setting down the can on a nearby dresser. “Please. We shouldn–”

 “You’re still wearing it.” he interrupted, stepping towards you to reach for the chain against your neck. The small lamp over at the desk shined just enough to make the S around your neck glimmer. “You’ve been wearing this the whole damn time and I’m not supposed to take it as a sign? Do you..do you not love–”

 His sentence was cut off when you jumped forward to crash your lips against his. Hoping to stop the question from ever coming past his lips. Like always, his lips were soft, warm, and inviting. This time with the lingering hints of cherry cola still there. 

 He eagerly kissed back, Moving his arms to wrap around you as he pressed your chest tighter against his. It wasn’t long for the air to leave your lungs. Making your chest fill up with a burning heat that you tried to ignore in order to dive deeper into the kiss. There’s only a second you give a small space of shared air for the two of you. 

 Steve followed the same hungry path. Turning your kisses open so he could pant hotly into your mouth before closing it with his again. You’re not sure what’s making your head spin so much. The shared hot breaths between the two of you or just the usual pleasure that came when being this close to Steve. 

His hands found purchase over the round of your behind. Cupping at the cheek briefly before he squeezed it lightly. Your legs wobbled from the sudden touch and you couldn’t help but wrap one leg around his to stable yourself while your hands wrapped around his neck. Bringing him closer than ever tonight. 

This could have gone further. You wanted it too. But the sudden sound of something breaking downstairs caused you to flinch back and look at how much you allowed yourself to give in. The two of you rested foreheads against each other while you calmed down from the heat of the moment.

 Looking up, you saw that Steve had been watching you silently, but questionably. Probably even more confused by your actions that went against your words. You reached out to cup the side of his face, letting your thumb caress his cheek softly. 

  “I love you.” you said out of breath. “But that’s the problem. I love you and I need to be able to move on from you. Because I am leaving soon, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to step on any plane if I can’t get over you now.”

 “Honey..”

 There’s a sudden knock on the door, and the two of you jumped a bit before Nancy barged in the room. Her wide blue eyes scanned over your close positions before she shook her head. “We get outta here.” she said quickly. “One of Patrick’s neighbors gave the heads up and someone called the cops.”

 Steve quickly took your hand, leading the three of you back down the stairs to the hustle of party goers trying to make their exit. “You guys parked close?” he called over his shoulder, keeping you both nearby as he pushed through the crowd of people.

 You were about to answer his question when the sound of a prissy voice called out to Steve. The short girl from earlier pushed her way through people, beer in hand and a lazy smile on her face. “Stevie! You left without giving me your number, silly. I thought you wanted to talk about what school I’m going to?”

 The three of you stand there kind of frozen in place. From one side you could see Nancy glare over at the girl, probably confused about what she was going on about in the first place. On the other, you could see Steve's shocked face turned into a grimace. Feeling bad for the girl who was unfortunately in the middle of a drama she wasn’t even aware of, you quickly help end the problem. 

  “Harrington.” you told her, dropping out of Steve’s tight grip. “They’re listed.” 

  Without saying anything else, you reached for Nancy’s arm and dragged her out the door of the house. Towards the direction of her car. “Did that seriously just happen?” she asked, perplexed, trying to keep up with your fast pace. “Did you really just give that girl Steve’s information?”

 “Not now, Nancy. Please.” you said, voice wavering as you held in the mix of emotions. Why did you do that? You’ve been saying this whole time that the two of you needed to move on, and you’re even attempting something like that with Eddie. 

 So why was your stomach twisting so much about it? 

 The two of you only got half way down the block before a hand grabbed at your shoulder. Steve, who had barely caught up to the two of you, was glaring at you now. 

 “Why would you tell her that?” He asked. You tried to get out of his grip, wanting, no, needing to get away before you cried in front of him again. But Steve gently reached for your hands, getting you to stand close in front of him. “I thought we were...what changed just now?” 

 “I’m just.. trying to do the right thing for once.” 

 Nancy, who while free now, was still at your side. Looking over the two of you with such turmoil on her face as she witnessed everything. Steve didn’t seem to care how awkward that might be as he moved a hand to cup the side of your neck. Trying to bring you down to Earth with him.

 “Right thing? How the hell can that be the right thing? What about what you said, not five minutes. I thought you still loved—“

 You quickly reached up to cover his mouth. “Four months.” you said, repeating his words back to him. “Four months and I’m due back home.”

 His brows knitted tightly together as he shook his head in disagreement, reaching his hand up to pull yours away from his mouth. “But we..we still feel it. I still want this..us.”  

 “It doesn’t matter what we want at this point, Steve. Neither one of us should be held back because we’re too scared to face reality.” You took a step back and quickly reached for Nancy again. “I want us to be friends, Steve, but we can’t do this if we don’t get over each other first.” 

 Not having the heart to hear more of Steve’s pleas, Nancy quickly took the lead this time and dragged you away from the boy. Rushing the two of you towards her car and thankfully away from the peering eyes of everyone. 

 It wasn’t until you were both strapped into your seats that you finally broke down. Letting the hot tears roll down your cheeks. Nancy reached over to place her hand on your arm, calling out your name softly until you finally looked over at her. 

 “Are you going to be okay?” she asked softly. 

 You shook your head, looking at your friend sadly. “I love him so much, Nancy.” She reached out to hand you a tissue from her glove compartment, watching you with a concerned look on her face. “Please tell me I’m doing the right thing.. I need to know that this isn’t a mistake.”

 “You’re doing what’s right for you, and that’s all that matters.” she said softly, “Steve will understand eventually. We both know he’s a good guy..”

 “He’s the best guy, Nance.” you corrected her. “He’s the best and he doesn’t want to come with me.. why doesn’t he wanna come with me?” 

 She didn’t answer you, probably unable to think of a good response for it. All she does is start up the car and keep a hand patting at your arm. “I wish I knew.” she said eventually. “I really do..”

  MARCH 20TH (THURSDAY NIGHT)

 It was the soft sounds Eddie strumming against the strings of his guitar lightly that had lulled you to sleep. It filled the room with such soft background noise that easily relaxed the moment you arrived from Family Video an hour ago. 

 You had spent the majority of the night listening to the new songs that his band were planning on covering soon. Some too out of your tastes, and some like this current medley that pulled you into a nap. Which was all a pretty good distraction from your current problems. 

 It was weeks of you running on autopilot through work and school while you tried to ignore the ache in your chest. It would turn out that sticking to what you thought was right would only lead to you feeling worse. Every day was filled with a headache, stomach ache, or the current of your problems. Nightmares. 

 Every night, you found yourself dreaming up various scenarios that ended with you running away from everything. Leaving all your loved ones in broken pieces. All because you’re too scared to fight. It was torture and brought your current guilt of disappointing everyone to a new high. 

 Things only seemed to worsen when you found out later that weekend that Steve took your words to heart and decided to go out on a date with that girl.

 Then again the next night when he went out with another girl.

 Then another.

 And another.

 It was safe to say that you were definitely over now.

 But you knew better than to voice out the hurt of that reality. Especially when you still found yourself sitting comfortably in the Munson trailer over in Forest Hills. Making out with Eddie, touching Eddie, and occasionally letting Eddie touch you. But with your heart so out of it, you didn’t consider it actually moving on. But it wasn’t like you could claim that as being single either. 

 It was beyond messed up. You were totally fucking up your life and you weren’t sure how to control it anymore. The only relief was that you weren’t ruining anyone else’s. 

 Steve didn’t deserve the stress of having to uproot his life just for you. As amazing as that dream sounded, that’s all it was. A dream. You were asking for too much. You were too much. 

 A pity party for one, how sweet. (Tick)

 You squeezed your eyes tight, fighting against the venomous voice that seeped into your mind more than ever these days. 

 Venomous voice? Is that how you see it? Others would say I’m just brutally honest. (Tock)

 Something about the words threw you off and you found yourself squeezing the blanket tighter. Hoping that the cotton of Eddie’s blanket would ground you. But something about that voice started to sound familiar..

 Maybe it’s your guilty conscious finally catching up on– (Tic–)

 “Ah, now I don't hardly know her. But I think I could love her. Crimson and clover..”

 The soft singing from the edge of the bed pulled you out of your thoughts, calming down the building back in your chest. Turning over you caught sight of Eddie watching you from the bedside. His singing had stopped, but he continued the light strumming to the song. 

 “Ah, she wakes up to her favorite.” he mused softly. 

 Rubbing the sleep away from your eyes, you moved to crawl up in the bed. Sitting beside Eddie with a pillow hugged to your chest. You watched as his fingers worked the strings on the guitar. 

“Sorry I fell asleep.” you said eventually. 

 “S’okay,” he shrugged a bit, glancing over at you briefly. “Your snoring makes up for a nice break from hearing you talk.” 

 You fought back a smile, instead, playfully frowning at him while you pinched at his rib side. Causing him to briefly mess up on a note. “How do you know I liked this song?” 

 “You only ever make me shut up whenever it comes on the radio.” he snorted, finishing up the rest of the notes before setting the guitar to the side. He carefully turned around so that he could face you now, causing you to back up a bit. “It’s a good song. Did it cheer you up?”

 “How did you–”

 “You’ve been pouting so much it’s showing in your sleep.” 

 Letting out a huff of air through your nose, you looked down at the pillow. Unsure just what truth would make Eddie feel too uncomfortable or not. But instead of saying anything, you pushed yourself forward to capture your lips against his, wanting to distract him, and yourself, from any real worries for just a moment. 

 “Mm, Princess,” he chuckled against your lips, reaching out to gently push you back. “As much as I’d like to kiss you, I can tell you’re not into it right now.” 

 You looked down to your lap ashamed. Wondering just how much you were breaking through your usually well put up walls. Eddie poked gently at your cheek, waiting for you to look back up at him. 

 “We’re friends, right?” he asked, his voice gentle.

 “It’s up for debate..” 

 “As friends,” he drawled out, ignoring that bit. “I think that kinda means you gotta be honest with me now and then.” 

 “Honest?” you asked, feeling a familiar lump return to your throat. “Since when am I not honest?” 

 Eddie sighed dramatically as he crossed his arms over his chest. Patiently waiting for you to actually just give in to his request. Licking over your lips, you tried to pull your staggered thoughts together. 

 You sighed, a mixture of frustration and longing tugging at your heart. “It’s Steve,” you whispered. “He’s been dating now.. which means things are really changing.”

 Eddie's expression softened, and he nodded, waiting for you to continue.

 “I never meant to make things so complicated for myself. For anyone. But I’m still.. struggling to get over him.” The memory of his face when you left him at the party flashed in your mind and you fought hard to shake off the physical pain that came from the image. “Now he’s going on dates, doing the thing I said we should both do, and it’s killing me. And the hardest part is that it’s completely my fault and I don’t have a right to feel any of this.”

 He didn't say anything for a moment, processing your words. You could almost feel the conflict within him—the desire to talk against the very type of people he usually despised and the other to actually provide some help for you. 

 "Look, I'm sorry," you started, preempting any awkwardness. "You don’t need to say anything. I just needed to vent it out I guess.” 

 Quickly, you made an effort to climb off his bed but was gently pushed back into place by Eddie’s hands. He shook his head, a determined look in his eyes. "First off, don't apologize for giving me the answer to my question, okay?” he said slowly. “Second, I think it’s kinda a normal thing to feel shitty after a breakup.”

 “So you don’t think I’m just a whiney bitch who’s changing her mind quickly when she suddenly doesn’t like getting what she’s asked for?” you asked softly, feeling your own venomous words get to you.

 Eddie reached out to place a hand over yours. Brows knitted together with concern over your words. "I don’t think you’re a bitch at all. Maybe a pain in the ass, but definitely not a bitch.”

 With a sigh, you let silence fall between the two of you. Playing instead with the hem of your shirt as you tried to not overthink everything you’ve just said in the past five minutes. 

 Eddie leaned in, his voice carrying a comforting tone. "You know, you don't have to figure it all out right now.” His hand reached up to tip at your chin, making your gaze return to him. “I’m serious. You’re in your Senior year, you’re hot, single, and sometimes fun to hang out with. I think you should just forget about shitty ex-boyfriends, and think about doing cool stuff.”

 You couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. "You make it sound like that’s easy."

 "Definitely not easy,” he agreed. “But sometimes a friendly distraction helps.”

 “And what kind of friendly distractions do you have in mind?” you asked, leaning in towards him. A small noticeably blush spread over Eddie’s cheeks. He didn’t back away though, only clearing his throat before he brought a hand up to brush a bit of hair away from your eyes. 

 “Tomorrow night.” he said softly, “Come and watch me play with the boys.”

 You raised a brow at him, wondering how quickly his band managed to rehearse the songs he had just collected for them a day ago. “You have a gig tomorrow?” you asked, thinking about if you had any outfits at home that would look cool in a rocker sort of way. 

 Eddie’s eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. “Wrong choice of words. I meant Hellfire’s Campaign.” 

 “D&D?” you groaned, chucking the pillow at Eddie’s face. “You know better than anyone that I do not have any interest in that stuff!”

 “Come on! You’ve barely given it a chance! I’m really good as Dungeon Master.” he tried pleading, pushing the pillow away. You took the chance to roll off the bed, reaching for your shoes on the floor. “Wha- now you’re leaving?”

 “Yes!” you laughed, slipping on the boots quickly. “I am not about to sit here and get another lecture on the fundamentals of D&D and how it can open my imagination of storytelling.” 

 “Okay, that was only once. And to be fair, Dustin had some really good points that day.” 

 You threw him a pointed look before getting off the bed, going towards the mirror where his electric guitar hung to check on your hair. “I’m working tomorrow night anyway. Keith pleaded with me to close the store. Says he ‘needs the help’ or something.” you sniffed, fixing up the rest of your outfit. “You’ll have to have fun with your campaign without me.”

 “Ooh I love it when you talk with the right lingo.” he cooed softly, climbing up from the bed to stand behind you. “The game lasts pretty long.. I bet if you get off early you can catch it.”

 “I’m still gonna have to pass.” you said turning around to face him. 

 Eddie had a small pout on his face, and you couldn’t help but reach out to pinch at his cheeks. “While you’re kind of terrible at providing ideas on what I can do, I’d say you’re pretty good at keeping me from thinking too much about my other problems.”

 “Yeah? You feeling all better now?” he asked, a crooked grin tugging at his face. 

 “I’ll get there. Especially if you keep up with that nonsense talk.” you teased, watching as his smile quickly turned into annoyance. “Can’t wait to see what other songs you learn for me.” 

 He smiled a bit before quickly draping his arm around your neck, keeping you close in a small choke hold as he led you over towards his front door. “Keep teasing me and that might be the last song you get from me.” he said, lightly giving your hair a toss.

 You slapped at his hands, trying to keep your hair from looking crazy but he only held you tighter, making you laugh against his chest. With his free hand he pushed open the door, letting the chilly air seep inside the warm trailer. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

 “Yeah, I’ll try and find you for my next set of problems.”

 “Sounds like a plan.” 

 "Goodnight, Eddie." You leaned up as much as you could in your position, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before you slipped out from under his arm out the door. With a glance over at your car, you couldn’t shake off a bittersweet feeling. Eddie was funny, caring, and possibly into you.

 The only problem was, you weren’t so sure where you stood with your own feelings. At a second glance, you watched as he gave you that same lopsided grin again. You couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, you could figure it out soon.

 For Eddie’s sake.

  MARCH 21ST (FRIDAY) 

 “We’re going to be late.” 

 “He’s just getting dressed dear.”

 “It’s about fifteen minutes before we’re out of luck.”

 “He’s trying to figure out his style! It takes time.” 

 You pushed the set of pain relief pills into your mouth, downing the glass of cold water before you looked over at your Aunt incredulously. She had been pacing in the living room for ten minutes now while you both waited for Dustin to finish getting ready. It’s the third time this week he’s pushed the limits of being later or not, and you’re frankly tired of it.

 “He’s worse than me.” you pointed out, looking at the time on your watch again. “Then again, I only take long because beauty takes time. Boys taking long though.. well, we both know there’s only a couple of reasons for that.” 

 Aunt Claudia paused, eyes went wide at the nefarious thoughts before she instantly shot down the hall. There were a couple of swift knocks to his door as her worried voice perked in your ears. 

 “Dusty-buns what’s going on in there? You guys are going to be late!”

 “DON’T COME IN I’M NAKED!”

 There was a loud gasp and she slowly ventured out back into the living room. Her face pale and worried as she leaned against the archway. You couldn’t help but shake your head, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m telling you, worse than me.”

 She wiped a hand over her face, groaning a bit before the sound of Dustin’s door sliding open stopped her. 

 Dustin, looking a little bit smug for some reason, came down the hall. Completely dressed with his backpack hitched over his shoulder. “Shall we get going, ladies?” he chirped before making his way out the front door. You share a confused look with your Aunt before gathering your things and joining out with him. 

 After a small fight for the front seat, the three of you were thankfully on the road to school. Dustin was grumbling about something under his breath from the backseat before he leaned forward to peek over at you.

 “Since when did you care about getting to school on time? You’ve been close to late for the past two years.”

 “The word is close to late. And that was only because I was adjusting.” you scoffed, glancing over your shoulder. “I wasn’t fiddling around in my room doing God knows what, like you.”

 Dustin rolled eyes, his Mother beside him shaking her head swiftly. “I don’t like this Dusty, you need to be better at managing your time if you’re.. busier in the mornings.”

 Your cousin’s eyes narrowed over at you before he looked over to his Mother. Trying to put together what it is you two were insinuating. “Look, whatever crap she’s filling inside your head, just push it out. Because the only thing I’m doing in the morning is making sure that I’m ready for my education.”

 “And talking to Suzie.” you piped in, pulling down the sun visor to check your reflection, catching the stink eye from Dustin in the backseat. 

 “I wouldn’t expect anyone to understand the relationship that I hold with Suzie.” he sniffed, looking away. “Especially you, the girl who has put herself in the unfortunate position of being single even though she had a perfect relationship with the coolest guy.”

 "Ah, the expert on love speaks.” You chuckled dryly, pulling out your red maxi-color lip gloss to spread over your lips. “Tell me, Dustin, are you pursuing a class in relationship counseling now?”

 He rolled his eyes. “I don’t necessarily need to be in a class to know that you two were good together. It just doesn’t make sense why you make it seem like you guys are incapable of holding a long distance relationship. Suzie and I do it.”

 “Suzie and you met at a summer camp where she miraculously was not bothered by you in the first five minutes of speaking together.” you said with a head shake. “It’s complicated for some people, Dustin. College is a whole different world. Different schedules, different priorities... throw in things like long distance and it's a recipe for disaster."

 Dustin scoffed, crossing his arms as he fell back into the seat. "I think you’re just being overly dramatic about this. You guys could make it work if you wanted to."

 "It's not just about wanting to.” you turned over to look over at the back, watching as his annoyance turned slowly into a frustration you didn’t think he could have about it. “It's about feasibility and reality. And unfortunately, dear Dusty-buns, reality tends to be a buzzkill."

 There wasn’t much said from him after that as you guys neared the long road down to the school. All the kids were gathered around the main entrance, making their way across towards the gym for the early pep rally. Dustin was quick to brush past you without a goodbye. Making his way to meet up with Mike before the bell rang. You figured he was just on the list of people you were hurting from your decisions. 

 As you made your way towards the school gym amidst the bustling crowd, a familiar voice called out your  name.

 “Hey! Wait up!”

 You turned around to see Robin beckoning you over from Steve’s car. The unexpectedness threw you off. Causing you to lamely stand in place as you figured out what the best response would be. Robin quickly grabbed her stuff from the backseat before she started heading your way.

 "Hey!" Robin grinned, falling into step beside me. "You came right on time today."

 “Barely.” you chuckled, throwing a sideways glance at her. “Ready to huff out air in your lungs for the sake of school spirit?” 

 She shrugged, adjusting her bag on her shoulder while her hands struggled to keep her cap and trumpet in place. “That’s the plan. Though I’m pretty sure I'm just a walking zombie at this point with how tired I am. Who knows how well I’ll do.”

 Taking her feathered cap, you give her bangs a quick fix with your fingers before smiling over at her. “Well, at least you’ll be the prettiest zombie. So it can’t all be too bad.” you teased. She rolled her eyes but wasn’t able to hide away the shy smile from her face. 

 “Come on, let’s go so I can liven up your spirits.” she said eventually, nodding towards the school.

 "Yeah, let’s see about that.” you hummed, trying to match her enthusiasm before you glanced back towards Steve.

 His eyes met yours, and in that brief moment, a rush of emotions flooded in. Still, you managed a sad smile and lifted your hand in a small wave to him. His lips turned upright in a small attempt of smiling back before he nodded at you. 

 Robin followed your gaze and caught sight of Steve. "Hey, you okay?" 

 You nodded, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, just got caught up in the moment. Let’s go.” 

 Together the two of you turned towards the gym, heading inside for what was bound to be an interesting start of the day.

  The pep rally did not uplift your spirits as intended. 

 After having the loud music from the band buzz in your aching ears, the whole school was invited to listen to evangelistic words of Jason Carver. Someone you did not think you’d grow to dislike so much, but after hearing him speak of the many passing people of the school, including Billy and even Hopper, all for the sake of a championship? You easily found a disdain towards him.

 Even now as he sat comfortably gathered by his friends, you couldn’t help but scowl at him. 

 “Do you think if you glare hard enough he’ll just leave?”

 You stopped momentarily shooting daggers at Jason to look over at the table you had been walking to originally. Robin, who had saved you a seat at her table, looked up at you amused. She was finally out of uniform. Sporting her regular jean jacket than the ruffle and white combo that you saw her in previously. 

 “Unfortunately, I’m not El and can’t just simply move him out of the cafeteria with my mind.” you sighed, sitting down across from her. 

 Robin chuckled, taking a bite of her sandwich before she reached over on your tray to steal a fry. “I’m guessing that his little speech didn’t inspire you today?”

 “Oh you mean the speech where he callously mentioned the deaths of fellow students and Hopper in order to justify the team’s need to win?”

 “That would be the one.” she said, stealing another one. “I for one, have learned how to drown out kids like Jason after all this time.”

 "It's just hard not to slip back into being a mean girl again," you admitted with a sigh, picking at bits of your sandwich. "But people like this guy seriously make me want to reconsider.”

 Again Robin couldn’t help but chuckle at your words before she patted your hand lightly. “Don’t worry, kid. A few more months and you won’t have to worry about any dumb high school jocks.” 

 You leaned back against your seat, nodding your head in agreement. “A little disappointing I won’t be able to enjoy that new freedom with you.”

 “Hate to say it, but that’s high–”

 “But as long as you’re into band, or science, or parrrtieesss, or a game where you toss BALLS into laundry baskets!..”

 You, Robin, and the majority of the students instantly turned your gazes over towards the center of the cafeteria. Where Eddie of all people, decided to make a sudden ruckus amongst the already noisy room. He was standing on the table looking towards the direction of Jason.

 The other boy slowly rose up from his seat, confidently glaring over at Eddie as he stood ready for action. “You want something, freak?”

 For a second you were worried that there might be a sudden random fight in the middle of lunch. But Eddie, ever so serious, raised his hands up to his head in a horn-like way, and sputtered out a weird random response to the blond.

 Students all around seemed to drop their attentions after that. Most likely unsure how to react to that. You on the other hand couldn’t help but laugh at how oddly timed that was in comparison to your conversation with Robin. It wasn’t until you watched Eddie hop down from the table that you glanced back at Robin again. Her face was curious as she stared at you.

 “So, Eddie Munson, huh?” she hummed, taking a swing from her coke. “Are you two uhh..”

 “Together?” you asked incredulously. She slowly nodded her head. “No, we’re just friends. I’m not planning on dating anyone right now.”

 “Really?” she asked, perplexed. “There’s no one here to change your mind?”

 “Nope. I’m staying single until graduation and after that I’m out of here.” you frowned, balling up the remainder of your sandwich in the foil. “I am so done with high school romance.”

 “Oh, well if you’re done with high school romance..I do happen to know this out of high school guy..”

 “Robin..” you sighed, rubbing your hand against your forehead.

 A coy smile tugged on her face as she meekly held her hands up to you. Trying to feign some innocence with words she knows are completely biased. Apparently, it wasn’t just Dustin who had reservations about your relationship with Steve. 

 “Hear me out! He’s cute, has great hair, drives a nice car, and from what I know is super into you.”

 “And is also going on dates with other girls,” you reminded her. “Not to mention he’s part of the reason why I’m not dating anyone right now.” 

 Robin sat up right, setting down her food in order to reach out for your hand. “Look, I don’t know the full details of the break up.. just that it’s official. But I truly do not believe you or Steve are over each other. Regardless of what either of you is doing.” 

 Holding up your hands, you tried to shake your head innocently. But Robin only shuts that down when she pointed over at Eddie. “I’m not dumb. Don’t think I haven’t seen the way that guy looks at you when he’s picked you up now and then. It’s anything but just friends.” 

 You can’t help but sigh, feeling a little bit ashamed all of a sudden under your friend’s gaze. “It’s complicated.” You mumbled, unsure how to stick up for yourself. “We’re friends but sometimes more.. then I’ll think of Steve and pull away. It’s just..”

 It’s pathetic. (tick)

 The table before you blurred a bit and you tried to control your breathing. The familiar ache suddenly surged into your head. Making you reach out to grip against the table before you shook your head. 

 “Are you okay?” You heard Robin ask. 

 “I’m fine.” you said suddenly getting up from your seat. “I think all this noise is making my head worse.”

 YOU are making things worse. (tock)

 Robin stared up at you worriedly, her blues flickering over your face as she tried to piece together your sudden ailments. You reached down for your bag, slipping it over your shoulder before you pushed your chair in. 

 “I’m gonna head out. Take care of a couple things before the bell rings.”

 “Okay,” she replied wearily. “Do you want me to go with you?”

 You quickly shook your head, finally gaining back some composure. “I’ll call you later? Maybe after the game?”

 “Yeah, we can talk then.”

 With that you gave her a quick wave goodbye and quickly made your leave. Chucking the trash into the bin before pushing your way through the double doors back to the hallway. The halls were oddly quiet and you finally had a moment to let out a relieved sigh before you felt a warm liquid begin to pool above your top lip.

 Bringing a hand up you slowly swipe over your lip before looking to see that it was blood. Pinching your nose, you rushed over towards the nearest bathroom and rushed into a stall to retrieve a piece of toilet paper. 

 The bloody nose didn’t last long. In fact, it left just as quickly as it came. You couldn’t help but wonder where it even came from. Could it be that bad of a headache that it was making your nose bleed?

 After checking for any more blood on your face, you slowly came out of the stall, looking at your reflection in the mirror to make sure you were presentable again. The lights in the bathroom flickered. Sending an oddly familiar up in your spine before it returned to its normal fluorescent hue. 

Today was slowly turning from annoying to just plain strange.

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to give you guys an update. I've hit a bit of a writing block and had to split this up in order not to rush the whole first ep. Another update should be happening soon so you guys can get back in the flow of the story. Hope you enjoy!

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can i get uhhh the softest smut ever with vash. like insanely loving, where they are just having a good time together. i just think vash needs some love <3

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Live, Laugh, Love. Spicy 98!Vash x gn!reader

Contains: Vash in a silly goofy mood, it turns into mushy sex. Reader calls Vash their pretty boy. Vash has both a cock and cunt and they're both lovely. 98! Vash being 98!Vash and begging. Laughing and giggling and good times in general.

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Laying with Vash on top of you, his head tucked into your neck, was your favorite way to relax together. It was sometime in the middle of the night. Things had been smooth lately and life felt right. With Vash in your arms and you both cuddled on the bed in your sleepwear, it felt perfect.

You'd both spent the evening at the bar together, laughing and talking with each other and some other folks around while enjoying a few drinks. For once you'd both decided to stop while you were ahead, since Vash could get especially rowdy and you'd both wanted some relaxing alone time together tonight.

Vash made a little humming sound and nuzzled further into you. His hair, freshly cleaned and flopped over his forehead, rubbed right under your ear, and you couldn't hold it in. You tensed your neck and started laughing.

In the midst of your giggles, Vash popped his head up to give you a mischievous smile. Uh-oh.

"Vash! No!"

Too late.

With his head tucking back into your neck, Vash inhaled and quickly blew the biggest, loudest raspberry he could right on your throat. Peals of laughter left you, your hands going to his shoulders to shove him off of you. You barely managed to speak through your laughing, "Stop Vash!" His head pokes up again, and he puts on his most innocent smile.

"Why? I thought you liked my mouth on you!" This dork. "Well maybe I wanna use my mouth on you, huh?" You coo at him, putting as much affection as possible into your eyes as you stare him down, hands having moved to cup his face. You don't even give him time to finish processing how fried his brain is before you were pulling him to you and whispering, "Come here, honey."

You feel his face warming under your hands, and you give a little giggle into the kiss. All you can do it make the sweetest little hum in response as you start to pepper him with kisses all over his sweet face, planting a few extras on the little mole beneath his eye. "My pretty boy, you're just the sweetest, you know that? you mumble into his ear before pulling back to watch him come alive under your attention.

As he opens his eyes, a sweet little smile appears on his face and he strikes you with the most lovesick look. You can almost see his pupils turning into hearts. "Please won't you? Won't you use your mouth on me?" It's been clear from the moment you met him, he wasn't above begging, but you just can't get over how he sounds. How it makes heat and butterflies stir in your tummy.

"Of course honey, show me where you want my mouth." You plant a final kiss on his lips before he sits up on his knees over you. He reaches down for the waistband of his grey pajama pants, and you help him shimmy them down enough to expose the swelling tip of his clit, still in it's sheath, and the unfurling petals of his cunt. He shuffles up the bed so his crotch is closer to your face. Spreading his fingers in a 'V' around his clit, he asks "Here? Please?" Nodding, you replace his hand with yours and use you other to stroke at his petals, feeling slickness building between them. "Already getting wet for me hun?" You tease him with a smile.

Giggling, he looks down at you. "Of course I am! You're so good to me Mayfly!" He sighs and tilts forward until he's resting his elbows on the headboard, lazily rocking his hips into your hand as you get his little clit-turned-vine/cock at full attention. "Yeah? Am I good to you Vash?~" You can't suppress a grin at the little whine that follows, his hips giving a little jolt. "Mmm... yes, yes Mayfly. So good."

God he's so sensitive. The petals of his cunt are fluttering and almost gripping over your fingers and hand, like his body's begging you to enter. Naturally, you comply, sliding a single finger in and hooking towards yourself as you replace the hand on his cock with your mouth. The reaction is instantaneous and gorgeous. His abdomen is trembling as his hips twitch and jerk, trying not to thrust right down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut as you begin leaking into your own underwear at his beautiful cry of pleasure.

"Ahhhh~! Good, it's s'good. Thank you, thank you~!" You hum around him as your tongue explores his slippery length and your finger pets and strokes at his insides. The vibrations are just on the side of too much for him as his hips jerk and his cock hits the back of your throat unexpectedly. You have to pull back to cough the irritation out of your throat and catch your breath. He whips his head down to look at you and you hold your hand up before he can apologize.

"All good Vash, just surprised me is all." Eyes locked on his, you press a little kiss to the tip and lick the slit to soothe him and show there's no hard feelings. The face he makes in return shows you it worked. He looks like a dream. Bottom lip bitten between his teeth as he gives you a dopey grin, eyes half lidded and face flushed the prettiest shade of red.

"Can I make it up to you anyway?" You love this little shit. "Watcha got in mind baby?" You don't know how he manages it without breaking your nose or falling off the bed, but he eagerly swings his leg back over you to shimmy his pants the rest of the way off, before reclaiming his spot facing the other direction. Gods, the view of his ass is incredible. He turns wink at you. "I wanna give you my mouth too." How could you say no to that? With a kiss pressed to his ass cheek, you give your assent. "Yes please!"

It's all he needs. He's tugging your underwear off and going to town on you near instantly. His oral fixation could give Wolfwood a run for his money. Not to be outdone, you quickly take his squirming cock back in your mouth as you press two fingers into his pussy. Within minutes you two are a mess. Both of you moaning into and around each other, giggling when it tickles and sighing when it's juuust right.

Your competitive streak urges you to make him cum first. All in quick succession you: pull your fingers from his cunt, pop off his cock with an obscene slurp, begin jerking his cock with your sopping wet hand, and dive tongue first into his pussy. The whorish cry he lets out in response is one you will remember forever. "Ohhhhhh~ fuuuck! Mayfly!" He's still moaning and panting as he puts in mouth back to work on the throbbing between your thighs. Listening to him, it's a close thing, but you manage to make him cum first by only seconds.

At the base of his cock, his knot swells and you you squeeze, milking him for everything he can give you; your lower face is quickly coated in thin, syrupy-sweet slick as his cock twitches and spurts all over your chest and neck. Vash moans long and hard, refusing to take his mouth off you, desperate for you to follow him quickly. You couldn't deny him if you wanted to.

A cry is ripped out of you as your orgasm crashes over with the gentleness of a tsunami. Strong hands hold your hips down as you thrash beneath him. Your brain and body feel like they've been struck by lightning and set ablaze, until the wave recedes, leaving you a mess in it's wake. When you still, he clumsily moves himself until he can flop down beside you.

You can't say how many minutes pass while you both lie there, panting and dazed. At some point your eyes meet, and you both dissolve into giggles and curl into one another, basking in the afterglow and sticky-slick with your combined mess.

A kiss is shared and, both sleepy, you bid each other goodnight with an "I love you."

[familyvideostevie]

omg can I please request a steve blurb with the barista meet cute?! like a customer/customer sort of deal?? I am literally obsessed with that list that you just put out!

ah! this list! i like that list, too <3 thank you for allowing me to write you something from it! | meet cute, 1k

The first time you see him you think he's cute. And like every other cute guy you've seen in passing in your life, you sigh and wish you were the kind of person who flirts with strangers.

But then again, who really wants to be bothered in line at the cafe? So you don't say anything to him, though you do stand next to him while you wait for your coffee. Just for fun. He's boyishly handsome, though you expect that he's around your age, probably off to a job or higher education of some kind after this. Long lashes and a few freckles and moles on his neck, hands tucked into jeans as he rocks back and forth on his heels. You can't believe you've never seen him before. But if you had you know you'd remember.

"Steve!" the barista calls, setting down a cup on the bar. The guy steps forward with a smile and a thank you -- nice voice too, you think. He doesn't really look like a Steve. Maybe a Tommy or a John. When he turns around he makes eyes contact with you and gives you the stranger-to-stranger smile before heading for the door. He's got nice eyes, too. Damn. Have a nice life, Steve.

But then you see him again.

This time, you're there first, already waiting for your drink when he stands near you. He's in blue work pants and a yellow sweater and he looks how you feel: tired beyond belief. It's one of those days when the barista is calling orders and not names, so you're trying to pay attention. When they call your order, you step forward for it, but so does Steve. Your hands brush in front of the cup and he jerks back.

"Oh," he says, shaking his head a bit as if to bring himself back to the present. "Sorry."

"I, uh," you say. "I think this is mine?" He takes a step back and grins ruefully, cheeks a little pink.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he says. "You were here first."

You duck your head and grab the cup. "Thanks," you say, softly. "Good taste, though!" He looks a little surprised at your attempt at levity before he laughs.

"You too," he says. You raise your cup a little and hurry towards the door.

After that, you keep an eye out for Steve. Sure, you spoke once and you were awkward, but he was cute and it's nice to look forward to the little things, right? But you don't see him for a few weeks. Maybe he found a new shop, or maybe he decided to stop drinking coffee.

It's a pretty busy day at the cafe but you've snagged yourself a small table in a corner to read and sip your drink. It started pouring just after you arrived, so you figure you'll stay for a while rather than get soaked running for your car. You're pretty engrossed in your book, the noise of the shop a buzz in the background, until you realize someone is standing fairly close to you. You look up and it's Steve.

"Hi," he says. His hair is practically dripping wet and he's got a soaked jacket in one hand and a drink cup in another. "Can I sit with you? Till the rain lets up?"

You'd probably say yes to anyone who asked, but you're a little quick on the jump, since it's Steve. The mystery cute guy you've seen...twice.

"Totally," you say. He looks very grateful and sits across from you, draping his dripping jacket across the back of his chair.

"Do you have our usual?" he says, pointing to your cup. You laugh a little. Our usual, you think.

"I do," you tell him. "Do you?" He shakes his head.

"Trying to cut back on the caffeine." He looks at his cup like it's personally wronged him. "Just hot chocolate for me today."

"Ah," you say, taking a sip of your drink. "Tough choice."

He sighs dramatically, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. "I'm Steve, by the way." He holds up his hot chocolate cup and points to his name written in the hurried hand of the barista. It's a dorky move and he seems to realize it when he quickly sets it back down on the table and rubs the back of his neck.

You copy his movements, pointing to your own cup. Steve says yiour name out loud, nodding like he's committing it to memory. "Well, don't let me bother you," he says, eyeing your book. "Thanks for letting me sit here."

"Oh, you're not bothering me," you say. You dog-ear your page and close it. "It was getting a little slow anyway." His eyebrows raise. "Well, the big thing has already happened, but the main character --" You launch into an explanation about the importance of a compelling recovery from the climax of the plot before you realize it. Steve just watches, mouth curled up at one corner as he slips his drink.

"Sorry," you say, after a few minutes. "You didn't ask to hear me ramble about a book."

"No, no, by all means, keep rambling." You wonder what he'd do if you died of embarrassment right here, at this table.

"Are you a reader?" you ask, face a little hot. He shakes his head.

"No, not really. But that book sounds interesting the way you tell it." You laugh a little, glad he's nice enough not to make fun of you. It would be a real bummer if your coffee shop crush was an asshole. He looks pleased with himself that he's made you laugh. You look out the window and he follows your gaze, now frowning at the continuing deluge.

"Doesn't look like it's going to let up soon," you say softly. You look back at Steve and find that he's already looking at you.

"Well, keep telling me about this unsatisfying main dude," he says. He leans forward in his seat, looking genuinely interested.

"Okay," you say. "But don't forget that you asked for this, Steve." It's the first time you've said his name and you notice that his mouth twitches as you do.

"Somehow I don't think I'll regret it." Your stomach flutters and you roll your eyes but can't hide your smile. The cute guy from the coffee shop is flirting with you. This is better than any book you've ever read.

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[em-prentiss]

intertwined, sewn together

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Chapter 2

A series of unconnected fluff blurbs inspired by prompts from this prompt list <3

Prompt: They gently trace patterns on each other’s skin, like absentmindedly drawing circles on the other’s arm.

Word count: 1.2k

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Aaron 

Emily has the softest skin. 

It’s something he’d discovered early on in their relationship—feeling the slip of her warm thighs beneath short shorts, the hidden expanse of her inner arm around his neck, his fingertips on the exposed skin of her midriff when she’d get up on her tiptoes to reach him. It always smells faintly of the lotion she’d lathered on that day, either vanilla or cocoa butter; doesn’t matter what it is, because it’ll have Aaron pressing his lips to the curve of her shoulder anyway.

The soft skin of her inner elbow is his target tonight, though he’s not really conscious of it. When Emily finally slides back into the booth with both of their drinks in hand, his arm slips around her shoulders before he even reaches for his scotch.

“What took so long?” Aaron murmurs, his lips to her ear so she can hear him over the music.

Emily rolls her eyes. “The bartender was too busy flirting to notice me. I almost shoved my badge up his ass.” She grumbles, the scrunch between her brows loosening when his fingers dip into the crevice of her elbow.

Aaron laughs. “Honey, you don’t have your badge on you.”

“Don’t I?” Emily frowns, just buzzed enough to forget she left it in her purse in the car, along with her blazer. She leans further into him, her knee hooking over his. “I could’ve just taken yours, then.”

Aaron rubs circles into the warm expanse of her skin. There’s a mole right in the center of her inner elbow, and though he can’t physically feel it, the imprint of it is there under the pad of his finger. “I’m sorry to say we don’t look very much alike.” Her dark hair falls against her cheek and he smiles as he tucks it back behind her ear. “And I’d hate to see you go to jail for identity theft at a bar.”

A soft pout curls her lips. “You’d bail me out, wouldn’t you?”

It’s almost painful, the way his heart aches in his chest. There’s a softness to her when she’s like this, a little drunk and a little pouty, melting into his chest as she looks up at him with her beautifully glittering eyes. There’s no one at the table but him and her, though it feels more likely that there’s no one else to exist outside this small bubble of them. Without his permission, a heart draws itself on the silky skin of her elbow.

“Of course I would.” Aaron says, and her jutted lip is chased away with a brilliant smile. Emily’s teeth glint under the lights as she takes his hand, links their fingers together.

“Dance with me?”

Of course he would.

Emily 

He won’t admit it, but he’s sleepy. Emily has learned to pick out the signs; continuous blinking, a pinch to the corner of his mouth as he stifles his yawns. Add to that the drowsy slant of his eyes, the way his lashes almost kiss his cheeks, and she knows he’s only hanging on by a weak thread. 

As they walk through the parking lot, her eyes catch the subtle way he sways. Both of their bags are hooked over his shoulder, tilting when he does. He holds the car key in a loose fist, toying with it until they finally reach the car, pressing the unlock button with a click as he heads for the driver’s side. Emily follows him.

“Aaron.” She cups her hand over his, trying to worm her fingers into the gaps between his knuckles to reach for the key. He gives her a confused frown and she tries to flash an encouraging smile. “Let me drive.”

The space between his brows lessens further. “Why?” He closes his hand tighter around the key, trapping her fingers out. Emily swallows a sigh.

“Because you’re dead on your feet.”

He shakes his head, “I’m fine.” 

Emily opens her mouth to protest and his fingertips nudge her lower back, gently pushing her to the passenger door. “Get in, it’s late.”

She persists. “Which is why I should be driving. You haven’t slept all day—”

“Honey, please.” His sigh is smothered in a kiss to her hairline. “I’m fine, I promise.” He mumbles. Emily doesn’t miss the slight way he leans into her, his weary bones resting against hers for a split second before he carries himself upright again. “Just get in, please?”

“I don’t know why you won’t just admit it,” Emily huffs as she pulls away from his arms. She’s not 100% either, but at least she’d gotten some shut-eye on the jet, closed her eyes while he worked on his report to spare himself a trip to the office. 

The slam of her car door is loud in the deserted parking lot, and yet she still hears Aaron’s low sigh as he tosses the bags in the backseat and slides in next to her. 

Just a few minutes after he drives off, she hears his intake of breath as he yawns, then tries to stifles it.

I told you to let me drive won’t do anything helpful, so she picks his hand up from where it rests on his thigh. Emily gently digs her thumb in the groove between his thumb and index finger, bringing his hand further into her lap as if to inspect it. As if she doesn’t have every detail about it committed to memory, from the roughness of his calluses to his neatly trimmed nails and the dusting of hair running from his forearm to the back of his hand.

She traces her short nail between his knuckles. Just with her index finger, an aimless path from his joints to his wrist. With her other hand, she absently intertwines her fingers with his, squeezing and getting a weak squeeze back.

“Is this your way of trying to keep me awake?” His voice comes soft, a bit of gravel threading through the words.

“Hmm,” Emily hums, dragging her nail through the dark strands of hair at his wrist and back up to his knuckles, “since you can’t have any coffee. And didn’t listen to me. Is it working?”

“It’s kind of ticklish, so yes.”

Emily flattens the pad of her finger on the back of his hand. She moves it without purpose, drawing wavy lines and the occasional circle on his warm skin. Her lips follow after in a soft kiss.

“Now you’ll put me to sleep.” Aaron teases. 

Emily’s head snaps up, her eyes narrowing at him. “I hardly think it’s my fault.” Her voice echoes in the quiet of the car, thick with accusation.

“Shh, I’m okay, Em.” He lifts their joint hands, turns them so her knuckles feel the press of his lips. “We’re almost home. And I haven’t crashed yet, so…” He trails off, the smile audible in his voice as he shrugs.

“All thanks to me,” Emily grumbles.

Aaron smiles against her hand. “All thanks to you,” he agrees, kissing it again.

“So does that mean you admit I was right?”

The sigh leaves his lips before she’s even done asking her question.

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[lost-inthedream]

Can you please write remembering your first time having sex with sf9. Idk if that makes sense? Hehe like maybe having a convo with them about it 😀

I hope you like it, anon!!

Remembering your first time with SF9

Sf9 x female reader.

Warning: nudity and mentions of sex

Suggestive content under the cut

Youngbin:

Your boyfriend came from the kitchen holding two big cups of strawberry shakes. You lifted your head toward him and winked validating his neverending efforts to make you happy. "Are you trying to flirt?" he jokes handing you the shake.

"Always..." You narrow your eyes bringing the pink milk closer to your mouth.

He sits closer to you as you taste the drink. Your expression seemed unbordered while he placed your legs on top of his thighs and thumbed your skin in a mindless massage. "You know I wasn't trying to seduce you into doing anything sexual" you resumed "yet, I noticed how yummy you look in that tank top"

He looked down at himself chuckling. "You always liked me in tank tops. I was wearing one when we had sex for the first time"

You almost choked. "I don't remember that detail"

He smirked rising his hands closer to the hem of your pajama pants. "You had never griped my arms that tight before so I knew we were about to take the next step" he nodded at himself. "We waited a bit long but it worthed it."

Inseong:

The back muscles of your big boy did not feel tense anymore. It was not a case of magic, yourself made that with your own hands and that was a pleasure.

"Can you believe I'm feeling more relaxed as well?" you asked with joy melting from your voice.

"You're such an angel" he voiced from under you. His tone was as slack as his body and mind.

The massage was finished but his broad shoulders and back kept attracting your touch. Thus you stayed there sitting on his buttock comfortably and tracing a few moles that decorated his skin.

"All this reminds me of the first time we had sex" you said in a vague way.

Inseong asked you why, torn between motioning you to leave him or staying immobilized by your soft weight. The Downside was that he could not look at you.

"The way you touched me back then made me chill. Everything seemed so right."

"That was because I'm the right guy for you, honey" he jested.

Jaeyoon:

"Sometimes I get jealous of you..." you thought out loud while you analyzed Jaeyoon taking bed selfies to his fans.

He looked at you over the cell phone and slightly tilted his head."Why are you saying that?"

You walked to him so you could sit comfortably too. "You're so pretty and kinda... Mesmerizing. I don't think this is jealousy for real, I just ask myself how you can be real."

He reached for your wrist and dragged you closer until you were practically on top of him. The mobile phone was now left to the side. "You're embarrassing me, honey"

You laughed throwing your head back and consequently you laid it on his chest. "I surely ain't. Remember when I lied here with you for the first time? You didn't seem shy at all even when you grabbed my butt first thing after the lights were off"

He laughed hard this time "I'm very open around you. I didn't have to think twice that day. We had teased each other the whole day before we went to bed. Nothing was fairest than going till the end with those games"

Dawon:

"Baby, please get out" you insisted, now pouting in order to convince him.

He shook his head for the millionth time and added "you're still breathing so I'm staying". He turned his head to the left and laid it on your bare chest as if you were his pillow.

"Crap, Dawon, you're heavy!" You finally gave up on being sweet.

He chuckled. "Okay, doll." Propping his body weight on his elbow, he pecks your lips before sliding his sweaty skin away from you. Then lied on his side to look at you nonetheless. It was still early in the evening, the perfect time for a pillow talk. "You look tired."

"Guess why. That's what you do to me. You fooled me back then in our first time. I thought you were vanilla"

"It was too early to wreck you. To be serious, I can go easier if that's what you need" He smooched your shoulder and stroked your hip tenderly.

You took a deep breath with your lips curled into a smile. "I like all your moods. Don't worry but maybe we could bring back the vibes of our first time now."

"I'd love it."

Zuho:

"I think we're done" he said again after listening to the new song one more time. It was funny like he was the only one working for the last two hours while you did nothing but be nestled on his lap.

"Is it real this time? You finished it for real?" you asked, voice tinted with irony.

It made him embarrassed so he finally closed the windows on his desktop. "I'll come back tomorrow then, baby girl. I belong to you now"

"Tomorrow is Saturday so we're going out" you corrected.

"Okay, boss" he mocked you. "May you stand up for a sec? I'll be taking you in my arms right away." He loved carrying you out of his studio bridal style.

"Not yet. I was thinking, Ju" you explained. "We had our first time here."

He held you tighter, rubbing your back "That was also your very first time here. I was so eager to impress you. Oh my"

"You did great."

"Are you in the mood for a quickie, by the way?"

Rowoon:

"Cheers" Rowoon exclaimed with the happiest expression.

Both you and he held glasses of champagne in order to celebrate the anniversary of your relationship. It was an intimate celebration at your place but he was dressed nicely and so were you.

"What can we make this toast for?" You asked in a playful manner. There was only one possible reason evidently.

"Cheers for 2 years of the best chemistry in bed" Seokwoo spurted in a fake solemn gesture.

As a result, you were not even able to sip on your beverage right away. You could not contain a genuine laugh. "We do have uncomparable chemistry"

"Unmached since day one"

You laid your glass on the table after tasting the alcoholic flavor and looked into his eyes. "You tried to get me drunk at our first time"

"Come on, love! We were having fun. Also, I got tipsy too"

Yoo Taeyang:

He surprised you in the bathroom when you had just dried your body from the shower. The door was open because you wanted to hear it when he arrived. Yet, he was pretty silent that night. You looked at him in the mirror. "Look at my boy, all handsome and prince-like"

He shrinks at your praise as if you had never said such before. "Your prince needs a shower too. Before anything" Then he clicks a kiss in your lips.

"Sure, I'm waiting right here" You said low before sitting back on the toilet bowl.

You two kept little talks going on while he freshened up behind the glass wall.

"You look so cute all wrapped in that towel waiting for me..." He said once he opened the shower enclosure. Unlike you, he was all naked.

"You can unwrap me if you feel like" you raised one eyebrow.

Water still ran down his body since he did not dry at all. He grabbed his towel. "I'm not a rushed lamb anymore"

You nodded. "Interesting. I remember when we had our first time, I blinked and you were naked. That was so cute and... also hot."

"I was eager to feel you against my skin" he confessed covering himself and blushing.

Hwiyoung:

You observed Youngkyun methodically tucking his t-shirt in his jeans. He was clearly trying his best not to look messy after you gave him... an award! For helping you at cooking dinner for your parents. They were about to arrive by the way.

"We aren't like this. Reckless. What happened?" he wondered with the silliest smile.

You just srugged and turned around to check your hair in the mirror.

That was crazy.

Hwiyoung resumed "I haven't been this flustered about sex since our first time".

"You were a nervous wreck but that was cute" you remembered. Your boyfriend was absolutely precious, the way he tried not to look nervous being the best part.

"It feels like it was yesterday. At the moment I got inside you, all my worries disappeared. It felt really good, babe."

Chani:

Chani tossed around by your side, making you suspect that he was still awake.

"Honey?" you tried.

"Yes. Why are you still up?" he asked you back almost nonchalantly.

"I was about to ask you the same." you chuckled, then he surprised you by pulling you closer.

"Too many thoughts, baby girl. It sucks" he explained stroking your back gently.

Since you suffered from the same issue, you suggested a conversation to ease your minds. "Earlier today I remembered our first time"

He immediately felt warmth spreading inside him.

"I wasn't really good in bed back then though."

"Who told you that? That was pretty good, I enjoyed our time."

"I didn't know your body yet. Remember that you asked me to slow down?" he questioned embarrassed.

"I just wanted everything to last more" you confessed pecking his chin.

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355: Motörhead // No Remorse

No Remorse Motörhead 1984, Bronze

I heard British comics writer Warren Ellis tell a story about hearing a horrible banging in the hallway outside his flat late one night in the mid-1980s. When he poked his head outside to give the noisenik hell he discovered Lemmy wandering around smacking the walls with a wooden cooking spoon. After he managed to get the metal legend’s attention, Lemmy waved the implement at him and snarled, “You ever hear of a coke spoon? This is my coke spoon!”

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This past Friday, I talked to a 50-something punk named Joey P who has 26 Motörhead records on vinyl (including the coveted leatherbound version of No Remorse). If you ever want to have a long conversation with Joey P, I recommend starting with a riff on if Ronnie James Dio was a mob-connected / Rat Pack wiseguy, and then letting him go into antiquarian detail on which Motörhead records are kind of underrated (Another Perfect Day), underrated (Bastards), and really underrated (1916). Love that guy, and I think he’s mostly right. 26 is probably too many Motörhead records even for me, but they are one of those long-running, very sonically consistent bands who turn their deepest fans into sommeliers. I can hold forth about the subtle differences in tasting notes between an Ace of Spades and an Iron Fist (let alone a departure like Orgasmatron!) while an outsider looks doubtfully into their two indistinguishable cups of Jack and Coke. A band like this gives men of a certain age a way to sniff each other over when they meet in a clearing, a low-impact ritual of butting heads.

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For years I remembered a story I thought one of my friends had told me about running into Lemmy at the Dominion Tavern in Ottawa towards the end of his life. He was miserably drinking white wine on his doctor’s orders, not looking for conversation. The image always struck me as both funny (I cannot imagine the house wine at the Dom having a nice finish), and sad (the day Lemmy Goddamn Kilmister lets anyone tell him he can’t have whiskey!). I think I’ve repeated it once or twice over the years as an example of how age mellows us all, but when I asked the pal I thought had told me, she denied it (though she did add that her ex told her Lemmy’d gone to see “the rippers in Aylmer once”). So, I dunno, maybe he escaped the fate of the Dom Chardonnay.

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Speaking of fate, Lemmy was a damned sharp fellow beneath all the drugging and boozing (who else could’ve written the lyric “Fourth day, five-day marathon / We’re moving like a parallelogram”), and he rightly figured his label had pitched doing a hits compilation in 1984 because they thought the band was washed up. (The limp sales and savage critical reaction to Another Perfect Day having had something to do with that.) Kilmister insisted on inserting a side’s worth of new songs onto the double LP comp to emphasize that Motörhead remained very much a going concern. Of the four, only the brilliantly dumb “Killed By Death” became a classic in its own right, but the new tracks showed the band were still capable of churning out the sound that had defined them with undiminished ferocity. They never lost it.

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I do know a woman who hooked up with Lemmy towards the end of his life (if anything in rock and roll can be believed, she had about 1,000 peers. It was like a more pleasant [?] Germs burn). They went home from the bar in Montreal and drank whiskey, and then she split in the morning without leaving her number. She thought the story was funny and I thought not leaving a number was a pretty good flex, but at the end she still gave a bit of a wistful, “I know he probably wouldn’t have called me anyway…”

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Lemmy picked the songs for No Remorse himself, and even provides short annotations in the liners, so if you’re going to quibble with the selections, you’ll have to take it up with the mole man. (As he says of “Like a Nightmare,” a left-field inclusion, “This was one of my favourite B-sides. Everyone didn’t like it, but seeing as I’m the only one of the old band left, here it is!!”) There are a load of Motörhead compilations out there (I’m partial to 2000’s lavish, oddly-sequenced double-CD The Best of, since it’s the one I had as a kid), and as Joey P will tell you, they did lots of good stuff after 1984. But if 1) you only need one Motörhead record on wax, 2) you’re mostly into the original lineup, and 3) you want something reasonably comprehensive, No Remorse is a no-brainer. It has a few relative duds (“Louie, Louie”) and lacks some absolute classics (“Dead Men Tell No Tales”; “Tear Ya Down”; “City Kids”; “Love Me Like a Reptile”; “White Line Fever” etc. etc.) but why complain given the teeth-rattling abundance there is? As Lemmy says, “Here is Motörhead as you’ve come to expect them. Write your opinion on a Beatle wig and send it to someone who gives a damn. Even if you get us banned, we ain’t gonna stop!”

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Motörhead were obviously a legendary live act, and they were my first metal show (on a bill at Detroit’s Pine Knob with Dio and Iron Maiden). They played a lot of arenas, but they made the most sense in small theatres. Bigger venues tend to dwarf them, like a small motorcycle gang trying to take over a castle. In a theatre, or better yet a bar, they own the place like The Wild Ones. I don’t remember much specific from their Pine Knob set, except that before closing with “Ace of Spades,” a song Lem was famously bored of playing every night, he told us all, “You’ll know this one, sing along if you want, I won’t be able to hear you anyway,” and then abruptly launched into that hellbent bass riff. Then he disappeared (probably there was some walking beforehand, couldn’t tell you for sure).

*

Lemmy’s funeral was livestreamed back in 2015, and it’s genuinely one of the sweetest, silliest things I have ever watched. The altar features flower arrangements in the shape of the ace of spades; an iron cross in place of a crucifix; two Marshall stacks; a pair of Triple H’s wrestling boots; a 3D-printed urn in the shape of his cavalry hat; and a mirror with a big line of speed on it. Everybody cries, many of them the sort of people the PMRC would’ve expected to burst into flames if they were to enter a church. Everybody talks about how genuinely nice he was. His girlfriend Cheryl, a job that earns you instant and eternal That Poor Woman status from all who observe, gives a super brief statement: “Lemmy loved me, but his greatest love was his fans and his music. I remember saying, ‘Baby, stay home, don’t go, skip this tour. And he said, ‘Baby, I can’t. I love my fans.’” (Imagine that being an interaction between two genuine living people—yet I believe it.) Apparently, he was an absolute pinball fiend. His bootmaker gives a speech. Somebody reads some limericks Lem wrote. What a life. What a story.

*

“Can’t get enough / And you know it’s some righteous stuff / Goes up like prices at Christmas! / Motörhead / Remember me now / Motörhead, alright"

355/365

[saturnscode]

PART 1: Cherub's kiss, Devil's touch

Kim is bored.

Two hours had already passed and the music is only getting louder. He doesn’t know half of the people there and if it wasn’t for Kinn, he wouldn’t even be here.

It was his brother’s boyfriend’s birthday and he seemed to be quite serious about this one so he had to behave. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy a party, he is quite known to know his way around places like this bar o any club, it was easy for someone like him to enjoy life and make the most of it. He had everything, the looks, the talent, the money, and older brothers who would do anything for him.

So, tonight, he has to be a good younger brother. He has to congratulate Porsche, wish him a good night right at midnight, and then catch up with his friends in the club they are in at the moment. He just had to wait.

Kimhan takes a sip of his beer and looks around the place. From what he knows, Porsche is around his age but this place looks more like Kinn’s vibe. The kind of bar to be boring, where tired office workers would come to have a drink after a long day… just like his brother.

He sighs, more people were coming in and the place is getting hotter. Porsche has a lot of friends because even though he made himself the bartender of the night and spend most of it making was making the drinks on his birthday, around ten people are behind the bar with him, laughing, moving around, and dancing. He doesn’t seem to mind, he looks happy, and if the way his brother is smiling at him as he can finally breathe every time Porsche smiles, he must be very loved.

Kim looks at his phone. 40 more minutes. He can do this, he just has to be in this corner, right next to the window so he can still feel the cold breeze on his neck. He is about to walk to Porsche and ask him for a drink after he finishes his beer when something caught his eye.

He seems out of place. Not only because Kim’s not even sure if he’s old enough to be in a bar, but everything about him seemed to belong somewhere else. Somewhere better.

He is standing near the door, next to the suspicious-looking couch at the entrance, holding a red cup and looking around, he seems to be bored too. Kimhan can’t even look at his face properly, he’s wearing a black face mask, but even across the room, he can see his eyes. Such pretty eyes.

Kim fixes his glasses and licks his lips. He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, especially after promising his brother he wouldn’t do anything to grab attention but the boy at the entrance looks soft and Kim wants to touch, maybe even taste if he lets him. So he bows in the direction of his brother, asking for forgiveness before walking up to the boy.

The closer he gets, the clearer he becomes. The light pink shirt seems to be one size too big and even if he’s quite tall, it makes him look small. Kim smiles when their eyes meet and the boy seems to hold his breath until Kim reaches him.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to be here?” Kim chuckles, tilting his head and squinting his eyes.

“I’m eighteen, phi!” he says, eyes wide open and Kim laughs.

He’s so damn cute with those rosy cheeks, the puffy dark hair, and those long eyelashes. Kim wants to bite.

“I’m just messing with you,” Kim takes a step closer until the boy’s back hit the wall and his cup touches his chest. “Are you sick?” Kim asks, barely looking down on him, examining every inch of his face that his eyes can see.

Damn, he has a mole under his eye.

“No.” he shrugs and provides no further information.

Kim has been bored for some time now. Not only tonight but it’s been a couple of months, even music – the one thing he has fought so hard to keep in his life, the thing for which Kinn sacrificed himself taking over the family business so Kim would be free to chase – seemed to be hollow.

But right now, he’s starting to feel curious. He keeps wondering what’s behind the mask.

“Can I tell you something, phi?” he asks softly and Kim nods, leaning his arm on the wall right next to his head. “But don’t get mad,” Kim can tell he’s smiling by the way his eyes get smaller and his cheeks bigger.

“Okay…” Kim squints.

“When you were coming here I thought you would say something like ‘are you lost, baby girl?’ – he fakes a deep voice, frowning, looking at the floor - by the way you were smiling and your gaze! And then, you kind of did!” he places a hand on Kim’s shoulder and laughs, loudly, head on Kim’s chest, and even when he’s in utter shock, to the point of having to physically step back, he’s spellbound.

Kimhan is not the kind of guy to blush. He doesn’t remember having blushed since he was fifteen, but right now, with the laughing boy in front of him, he can feel his face getting hotter and hotter.

The smart thing to do here is to turn around and go back to his corner, wait for another twenty minutes, greet the birthday boy and then leave, but his body seems to have a mind of its own because it won’t move, his feet seem to be stuck in the floor and he can’t take his eyes off the guy wiping his tears away.

“Huh,” he chuckles.

His interest has aroused.

And maybe the boy is aware of that because he gradually stops laughing and without taking his eyes off Kim’s, he starts walking away. Kim follows him, like a firefly flying towards the light, and there’s something in the back of his head that tells him he could get burned but he hasn’t felt this way in so long like his fingertips itch to touch like his eyes beg to take one more look, to discover, to learn.

So he follows. At a slow pace, at first, never losing sight of the smaller back in front of him, but when he starts walking at the center, going through the sweaty bodies dancing, he places one hand on his waist and feels him shiver.

Oh, he hasn’t been this excited in so long. Such a small waist, such a pretty boy.

The boy opens the back door as if he knew the place like the back of his hand and Kim doesn’t think about it, he’s not thinking about anything else than his boy leaning against the dirty wall of the dark alley with his hand at his back.

“You should not trust strangers like this,” Kim says, slowly approaching the boy.

“If you do something that I don’t want, you’re gonna get your ass kicked.” He says and sounds entitled, but then again, so is Kim. 

“And what is it that you want me to do to you?” he whispers.

The music at the bar is just a numb noise in the background. The boy tilts his face and Kim slowly pulls down his face mask.

Fuck. He is pretty. So pretty Kim holds his breath when he finds him biting his lower lip. He leans down, touching the tip of his nose with his own, and just when he sees him slightly part his lips and close his eyes, Kim closes the distance.

His lips are soft and sweet, maybe what he had in his red cup was some kind of fruity, not alcoholic drink or maybe this is just how he tastes, either way, it’s starting to make him lose his mind. Kim holds the boy’s head with one of his hands and hugs his waist with the other, making him whimper and that’s when their tongues meet.

His glasses are starting to get in the way but he couldn’t bother to take them off, instead, he lifts the boy, placing his feet at the top of his to have better access to his mouth, their heads turning from one side to the other. He feels his hand on his cheek and then an arm over his shoulder. Kim smiles into the kiss, he seems to be comfortable and Kimhan hasn’t enjoyed the company of someone like this for quite some time. 

When he pulls his hair, throwing out the tie and letting the straits of hair fall on his shoulders. Kim pulls away, breathing heavily as he takes a good look at the boy. His cheeks are red and his eyes are glossy. But his lips, they’re pink and swollen, and Kim wants to take a picture to keep it in his memory.

Kimhan looks him dead in the eyes as their lips touch in a peck, he sees the boy’s eyes shut, his long eyelashes touching his cheeks, making him want to touch them too, so he does, he kisses his cheeks. They’re warm and soft, just like he imagined.

The kisses start to go down his earlobe, his jawline, his neck, and before his teeth can touch the hot skin, he gets pulled away and the next thing he feels is a dull ache in the middle of his face.

His ears ring and he feels dizzy. He tries to maintain stability but he stumbles. Kim can hear screams in the background and can barely recognize some voices.Is that Kinn?

“You have to be fucking kidding me!”

Kimhan slowly comes back to his senses and touches his nose. He hisses. A punch right in the face. What the actual fuck?!

“Porsche?!” he says when his vision focuses enough to recognize the people in front of him.

Both the boy and Kinn are grabbing Porsche’s wrists, keeping him from jumping to Kim.

“What the fuck were you trying to do to my brother?!” he screams, he’s mad.

“Brother?” Kim repeats, feeling the blood coming out of his nose.

“Hia, please!” says the boy now holding Porsche’s arm.

And ‘oh’. Fuck.

“Let go, Chay or I swear to God.”

Kim has never seen Porsche like this, and even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s scared. So he does what he has always done since their mother passed away: he looks at Kinn but his brother won't meet his eyes. He’s fucked.

Kimhan opens his mouth, trying to explain himself but not a sound comes out, his brain is a mass of incoherent thought.

“I asked phi to kiss me, Hia, I’m sorry!” the boy cries at the back and when Porsches realizes that he stops, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

And just when it was getting quiet, Kim’s phone starts ringing with the alarm he set at midnight so he could congratulate Porsche and leave the bar. Now, he wants to smash his phone to the ground.

Porsche laughs but it’s an empty laugh. He turns to Kim and he doesn’t move an inch.

“Happy fucking birthday to me, I guess.” Then, he turns to Kinn. “I told you,” he points a finger to his chest and Kinn tries to grab his hand.

“Porsche-” he pleads.

“No,” he pulls his hands away. “Forget it, we’re leaving.”

He grabs his brother’s wrists turning to the backdoor.

Kinn steps closer to Kim. “I asked you foronething.”

He’s mad, his tone is cold and harsh. And he can see it in his eyes, he’s hurt and disappointed. Kim gulps.

But at that moment, before Porsche and his brother disappear into the bar, he makes contact with the younger one, he sees the fire in his eyes and the mischief smile of his grow slowly on his face.

Oh no, it’s game on.

[fratsweetie]

this was the new york city weekend:

cold and bright on friday and i overslept on account of waking up next to the man i love and cherishing the feeling as if it has not happened hundreds of times before and over lunch i went to bushwick to pick up a chair that didn’t work and the super was drilling in the courtyard so loud it made my room shake and when i logged off i got dressed in my one hundred and one dalmatians overalls, stolen from my sister’s closet, and i went to the whitney solo and i cried at the puerto rican art exhibit thinking about my home languishing so far away and so mad at the white people not understanding and making crass jokes and the tour guide who acted like it is a third world country and everyone is waiting to be saved and i took in the gorgeous gorgeous lights of this beautiful place i live in from the top deck and i walked back to my train and i ran back to my home and changed and met my father and my uncles and my cousin for late late dinner on the upper east side and the old fashioned burned my throat all the way down and my sandwich fell apart in my hands and my dad called me an uber by 11:55 and when i got home the man i love came home too.

then saturday was dreary rainy gray cold all day and it was so hard to get up off the bed but i did and i picked up my laundry and i got us two coffees (cold brew and a double espresso) and two donuts (white frosting and sour cream) and we laughed so hard for hours and watched law and order as if nothing had ever been so enthralling and when we arose at 4pm i began to schlep to manhattan to meet my father and uncles for dinner and i had to stop and buy a hat because my bangs were soaked through and when i found out they were going to a seafood boil restaurant and my allergies precluded me from going there i went to jack’s wife freda like a normie on my own and sat at the dim bar and ate two overpriced eggs and drank two drinks and in the bathroom they played françoise hardy and i went to the met to kill the time and when i was there in the spanish courtyard on the first floor who did i see on the second floor balcony but the man i love and overwhelmed with the joy of coincidence, of finding someone in a city of eight million i was going to let the moment soak in and not say anything and then he yelled my name from above but i was listening to music and i couldn’t hear and two rooms later he sends me a message and when i look up there he is! with his friend and he is wearing the jacket i got him for christmas and he introduces us and his friend is about to leave so he asks me if i want to stay there with him but my father is about to arrive and i have to go and we go to first avenue and get drunk at an old person diner and when i get home the man i love asks if he can come meet me and of course he can.

then magnificent sunday the first real day of spring everyone is in shorts i urge him to leave the bed before his sunday scaries take hold and we plan to get a pre brunch before our actual brunch but both places are full but oh, miracle, we walk to the other end of our neighborhood and we grab an outdoor table at a wonderful restaurant and we sit in the blinding sun and my duck confit is perfectly cooked and we share a cup of coffee because suddenly we are both broke and we walk to his place because he is in too many layers for such a beautiful day and i try to convince him to wear shorts but none of his shoes match and we decide to walk all the way down to prospect park, a beautiful 3 miles in the sunshine, and it feels like everyone is finally out like everyone has awoken from the mild winter and realized life in community is better than any other life and on the steps of the public library life feels so worth living and we sit on a bench and i lay my head on his shoulder and watch the buds on the trees shake and everyone around us bask in joy and i am scared a mole on my leg may be skin cancer and we sit on my (his) jacket on the lawn and listen to whale sounds and start walking back home and i have to lie to a restaurant server to use the bathroom and on the thirty minute ride home i sleep on him and when we are back in our neighborhood we get the first good chinese food we have had in a month and he asks if i will go home with him and watch him play video games and i say no but not because i don’t want to because of course i want to eat up all the time i can possibly get with him i want it forever but because i am being better about not canceling every plan whenever i am presented with the opportunity to be with him and my roommates and i want to watch succession so we do and i eat terrible snacks and i keep falling asleep because i am exhausted from a beautiful weekend and when my head hits my pillow i am out in a second. and it was all so good.

[hercrusadesheep]

Coffee pt 2 by her crusade sheep

It was a other boring day. I’m sitting in my office job. Still pondering of this woman. I’ve seen last week in my small office with other god awful people faking their smiles and laughing at David same old elephant joke. My ears are muffled out the chaos outside of my tiny little world. I have built for myself as I still have this image of this mysterious woman in the café. “Maybe I should go to the café again” I muttered out, so that’s what I did after some time past it was now 1pm and the shop closes in 6:45pm luckily for me, it was only four blocks away, so I just walked there as I was walking a witness many things to homeless people sharing drugs, a woman holding her slimy baby buying fruit from the local man, three dogs barking at mindless strangers. I finally made it to the doors of the café. I opened it’s doors as a little bell ring above my head it rings like little wind chimes in the Christmas season I look around there was only workers and elderly couple on the far right of the café talking. So I walk my way over to my table which is near the window in the far back of the café, then I go older, my usual black coffee, no sugar no cream just simple black coffee I reached into my case and grab my small half eaten salami sandwich I have made before I went to work as I was eating and watching the birds fly through the window the doors open again and I look up and almost choke on my salami sandwich it was her!!! the reason how and why I remembered it was her. I forgot some details of her face. She has a mole on her right cheek, she has small button nose full lashes and plump lips shaped like a little heart and of course her magnificent brownish blonde hair that is now curled into a bun my eyes are glued onto her as she walks up to the register to order her drink and can feel my heart beating fast in my chest. “Why am I so nervous?!” go speak to her! I yelled to myself internally I cautiously got up from my seat and made my way over. She was midway through to her order and I tap her on the shoulder. She looks at me and smiles softly “can I help you with something”she asked immediately my face bluster with red I was shaking in my dress shoes then she grabs my hands and says “hey why are you shaking so much? are you sure you are OK?” I quickly snapped out of my trance and nervously said yes I am OK but I have seen you before and I would like to get to know you, her eyebrows frown and she has a questionable look on her face then a lightbulb clicks then she says “oh! You’re that man that sits by himself in the far left of the corner of the shop, right?” I can feel my soul dying inside of the words left her mouth she already knows who I am? I know it’s not my nam- my thoughts were immediately watered down by a sudden movement as she garbs her cup of iced coffee with her breakfast bagel i stopped her by softly squeezing her upper arm and she turns back to me and says “ listen I have to be somewhere now, so please make it quick. Well I seen you here last week and I thought if I come here again I could meet you, so now that I’ve met you..can I ask you your name? I said my head hanging low to the floor and I hear her giggle bit and said “ it’s Jennie, what’s yours?” I look up at her with hit of pink and I said uhm..it’s Nicolas. She grins a-bit and she pulls my hand of her and walks out before she says well, I’ll see you around then Nicolas~ as she winks her eye at me…I can feel my legs shake my heart is running on steroids and I feel like a feather blowing in the breeze.. the way she said my name was so captivating that was transported to heavens golden gates! I am a lonesome man that wonders the earth searching for his place of rest and romantic affection..I best believe wholeheartedly that she’s is the one for me and that the bright fiery angels sent her down to this hellhole to be my mate in heaven..

[instantbanana]

I have a scene like this in something im writing where all the researchers all just… flip shit on em.

(Early sample of the story below the cut 👇 )

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Aaron scowled at the general, his hands shaking as his white knuckled grip on his sword threatened to crack the metal itself. In the dark, high arching chamber of the war room his words ground out and spread like thunder over the desert.

“What the hell do you mean “do it in two”? I said it will take three.”

The general didn’t hesitate to hold up a hand, silencing the strategist. He turned imploringly to the crown prince, who sat in deep thought.

“I will,” said the prince, softly, “hear both arguments. There are many paths to victory, so we must view the entire map, after all.”

Aaron felt ice drop into his stomach. The general grinned, hearing the prince repeat what he had said just two days prior.

“Your highness, We don’t have time to wait for the rituals of alchemists, the weapons need to be distributed or we’ll be overrun before the first day of spring. We cannot hold of both this winter and the invaders without weapons, your highness,” the general said, somehow both deferring to the prince and patronizing him.

It was clear to any observer that the general thought the prince a young fool to be taught, perhaps even used as a puppet in the future. Though the prince fought to keep a neutral expression, Arron had know him long enough to see the flash of distaste.

“It simply can’t be done in two weeks, your highness. That is all there is to it,” Aaron said. Prince Ramiel’s expression told him all he needed to know.

Baited breath in the room was the only sound as Prince Ramiel pretended he hadn’t already made up his mind. It took everything in Aaron not to let out a laugh at General Vaughn’s expense.

“Three weeks, if we can buy more time we should,” said the prince.

“But-” the general was cut off when his highness raised a brow. An outburst in the war room would not be tolerated, and the crackle of pure power in the air reminded everyone that the Prince’s guards were merely for show, reminded them why he was the commander of their troops.

“Aaron, you are both my strategist and an alchemist, explain to General Vaughn the concept of an alchemic production line, I would but I am beginning to lose patience with his ineptitude.” The prince took a long drink of wine from his cup, and Aaron grinned.

“Of course, your highness,” said Aaron, rounding on General Vaughn, who, to Aaron’s delight, looked as though he was a stiff breeze away from fainting.

“You see, General,” he said in a sickly sweet voice more suited to chastise an unruly toddler than a general, “none of that time is spent waiting. We’ve been pulling eighteen hour shifts to finish these weapons. The six hours of down time aren’t because of ritual, but because explosive paste takes six hours to cure so it can continue to be processed.”

The general opened his mouth to speak, when he noticed the pleading looks from one of his advisors, and shut it.

“Before you suggest we cure it all at once, I ask you, General Vaughn, to take a step out of your comfort zone, and think. We could do that, but it would turn every highly targeted factory along the perimeter into a bomb, and we both know, General, that there are moles and conspirators throughout the kingdom who would all too easily take advantage of your lack of planning, or do you forget the fiasco at the northern shore already?”

Every eye was on the general, who looked prepared to sink into the floor. He had been planning to make the suggestion that the strategist rebutted. The prince placed his goblet back on the table. Vaughn’s loss on the northern shore was one of the most spectacular military snafus since the war had begun, only second behind the tragedy on Haltuck.

“So, Arron, what you’re saying is we can cut corners, as Vaughn suggests and blow up the walls for the invaders, as well as provide us with potentially faulty equipment or we could…”

“Not do that.” Aaron said, shrugging nonchalantly. The prince nodded back, and the council around them slowly turned their attention back to their leader. The prince smiled, and then, in the same sweet tone the general had used on him minutes before, spoke.

“It will be three weeks before the weapons are ready, so I suggest, General Vaughn, that you stop trying to make my alchemists work faster, and start focusing on using my soldiers to defend us properly, for once. It will take three weeks, and if you’re worth even one of those shiny medals my father gave you, which I hope to the sun you are, we’ll be alive to see the end of it.” The prince reached up and laced his fingers in Aarons shirt collar, pulling him close to whisper.

“Aaron, check over his strategy. If it continues to be as poorly thought out as this I want to know if you think it’s due to incompetence or if Vaughn is a traitor”

Aaron smiled as he was let go, but the nerves in his hands jittered. The Northern shore had always nagged at him, but to hear the prince express the same concern was like missing a step in the dark, in that he did not know how things were going to fall.

“Let’s get to work.”

[classickook]

Lil blurb taking care of a drunk + touchy Steve? (hi Katie!!! Hope ur well<3)

hi ri !! i hope you had a great day and tysm for requesting <3

steve has had way too much to drink.

he’s lazily sprawled across the couch and taking up too much space, thigh-to-thigh and arm pressed against yours; it’s as if he can barely hold himself upright anymore and has to lean on you for support.

the party has died down a bit by now, the current time reaching close to 2am, but there’s still a quiet buzz of muffled conversations and low music filtering throughout his living room that’s interrupted by the boy next to you.

“you’re so pretty,” he slurs in your ear. his head is resting on your shoulder, the messy pile of chestnut hair brushing across your cheek and you’re wondering how it would feel to run your fingers through it—would it be as soft and full as it looks?

he doesn’t mean anything by it, he’s just drunk, you convince yourself. steve is your best friend, after all. he’s never shown any interest in you like this before.

“i think that’s enough for you,” you tease gently, slipping the red solo cup from his other hand and placing it on the side table next to you. “you’re talking nonsense now.”

“not nonsense,” steve mumbles argumentatively, a soft pout to his lips. “prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he readjusts his position on the couch, the movement causing you to tilt toward his lap. you quickly pull away so as to avoid any further awkwardness between the two of you, but he just slips his hand into the back pocket of your shorts and brings you to rest fully on his lap.

“there,” he whispers, a satisfied grin pulling at his lips.

your face heats at the contact. you’ve never been this close to him before, the most you’ve ever done was hold hands or playfully punch his shoulder, but this is a completely different territory for you and you aren’t sure what to do. the close proximity allows you to scan his features: the strong brows and constellation of moles that dot his face, the soft pink lips and wide brown eyes that shine a melted caramel in the lamplight around you.

you clear your throat softly and stand up but steve stops you before you can take a step further.

“where are you going?” he pouts, hands reaching for you as you pull away. he looks so adorable like this, so unlike his usual cool self that you can’t help but giggle to yourself.

you clasp his hands in yours gently before lowering them back to his lap. “just going to grab you a water, harrington. i’ll be right back.”

he reaches for you again, this time hooking his fingers into your belt loops to tug you toward him and in between his spread legs. “but i’ll miss you.”

you bite your lip to suppress a smile, his childish antics alighting your chest in gooey warmth and sunshine. “i’ll be right back,” you assure him. “you won’t even notice i’m gone.”

he quickly shakes his head back and forth, causing the mop of messy brown hair to flop around and fall into his eyes.

you chuckle before tenderly brushing it back and meeting his gaze. with a defeated sigh, you ask another partygoer nearby to pass you a bottle of water from the cooler without you having to move away from steve.

bottle in hand, you wipe off the condensation and twist open the cap, passing it to steve and watching as he takes a few gulps, adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater and hands it back to you to place on the table alongside his cup from earlier.

he nuzzles into your side, the warmth of his breath tickling your neck as he rests up against you, arms wrapped comfortably around your hips.

“thanks for taking care of me,” he whispers.

you smile to yourself as you rub his back, “always.”

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Reader x Thor

Chapter 9

Warnings: swearing, angst, injury

Y/N woke up to a beeping sound and felt someone holding her right hand. She opened her eyes but couldn't see for a minute until they adjusted to the bright light. She looked to see who was holding her hand.

"Mama? You're awake!" She rasped out.

Her mother smiled but had a sad look in her eyes "and now you are too" she squeezed her hand then brought a cup of water with a straw up to her "Take a drink, you've been out for a couple of days."

Y/N tried to sit up but her whole left side felt like it was on fire, she huffed in frustration and waited while her mom adjusted the bed.

"Please tell me Natasha is taken care of. And Thor is ok"

Her mother nodded "Yes, she's dead and he's fine. Most of your people are fine. James too, in case you were wondering."

She made a face "I don't know if I care about him. He chose her." She felt a tear "and Clint, Clint was the mole. He betrayed our family for a piece of ass. He said Dreykov was going to put him in charge of our family." She tried to look around "Mama, my arm hurts and I can't move it. What happened?"

Her mother looked at her with tears in her eyes "You were shot baby. In your left shoulder. The doctors did everything they could but-" she choked back a sob "Honey they couldn't save your arm."

Y/N shook her head "That can't be right, it hurts so much." She reached with her right hand only to find the stub at her shoulder. She looked back at her mother with wide eyes "Mama my arm. How will I ride now?" And burst into tears, her dream truly was gone. She cried onto her mother's shoulder for what seemed like forever. Her mother just rubbed her back and whispered soothing words.

Y/N pulled away from her mother when she heard someone come into the room. Her mother moved out of the way as Dr's Banner and Strange looked at her.

Banner looked at her kindly "How are you feeling kiddo? You've been out for a couple of days, had us worried."

She looked at him irritated "I really don't know, Bruce, considering I just learned my lifelong dream is gone. I guess I'm just a mob boss now. Something I never expected to be until after I had my gold medals."

Stephen tried to console her "I know it's terrible but your life doesn't have to be over. Once you're fully healed we can look into prosthetics. Your godfathers company has done some incredible work on that front so I'm sure he can-"

She snapped at him "Don't try to bury me with your optimistic bullshit. How would you feel Stephen if you lost the use of one or both of your hands? All I ever wanted was to ride horses but this mob shit keeps fucking with my life" she yelled and threw the food tray across the room "GET OUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!!!"

Y/N sat there breathing heavily and crying "I can't do this mama. I just can't. Please leave me alone."

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At the Barnes townhouse Steve knocked on Bucky's bedroom door "Hey, Buck?" And heard a groan "She's awake so you might want to take a shower and sober up. We're going over to see her after lunch."

Bucky groaned again, he had come home from the hospital with a few bumps and bruises then dove into a bottle of scotch until he couldn't feel anything anymore.

Steve opened the door and made a face "Damn dude, take a shower. This whole room smells like a bar."

Bucky flipped him off "She's not gonna want to see me after everything. You guys go on without me."

Steve frowned "You need to get your nasty ass up before I call Sam to help me."

"Fine. I'm up now fuck off." He dragged himself to the shower and sat under the hot water berating himself for the many ways he screwed everything up. 4 years with Nat and it was all a lie. He scrubbed himself until his skin was red, trying to get rid of her touch but he couldn't. He desperately wanted to see Y/N, to apologize and beg her forgiveness even though he didn't feel like he deserved it.

When he saw her thrown back and the blood on her chest, after Clint shot her, he felt like his chest caved in. If only he had listened to her.

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At the hospital, Y/N was being a difficult patient yelling at everyone except her mother and throwing whatever she could reach. Her mother finally had enough and called him.

Thor arrived at the hospital 30 minutes later, hair still dripping from his shower. He could hear her yelling from down the hall and grinned that she still had her fire. He knocked on the door frame "Hey there, little one" and went in to hug her.

The hug was desperate, clawing, wanting to be closer but unable to. She sobbed into his chest as he soothed her. "Alright little one, I'm here, you're alright."

She pushed him away angrily "No, nothing's alright. Everything is fucked. How can I ride or compete like this? It's over. I might as well marry some boss and start popping out kids while he stays out late to fuck his mistress. My life is over."

He pulled her back and stroked her hair "No little one, it's not over. You'll have to make some changes and adjustments but you can do it. Remember Sonora Webster? She kept diving horses after losing her sight and she didn't have a godfather with a tech company that happens to make prosthetics. You'll be brilliant little one."

She calmed some "How can a prosthetic be as sensitive as the real thing?"

A voice from the hallway "Are you questioning the quality of my work, kiddo?" Tony and Pepper walked in with a huge bouquet of multicolor roses and set them on a shelf across from the bed "If you work with me we can make something that will almost be indistinguishable from your right arm. Have a little faith."

Y/N looked at them and tried to smile. "Hey Tony, Pepper"

Pepper gave her a small smile and gentle hug. Tony on the other hand was, well, Tony. "I've already been working on your new arm. The Wakandans were happy to give me the vibranium to make it and Princess Shuri has been brainstorming with me.

We should have it ready by the time you are healed enough." He grinned proudly

Her smile was a little more sincere "Thanks Tony. I don't know what I'm going to do but I guess that's a start."

"Consider your dreams delayed. You need time to help me perfect the arm and hopefully Destry will stoop balking at water features" he quipped

A small chuckle snuck out and she covered her mouth with her right hand. Tony grinned "That's my girl. I know it's all a mess but you have us. We'll help you through."

Thor sat quietly holding her hand as she spoke with Pepper and Tony. When they both gave her kisses and left he was still there.

He squeezed her hand "See little one, it's not all so dire. It might not be easy but you have support and will be ok."

She looked at him, really looked for the first time since he came to visit. "Thor. What's going on?"

Thor blushed and rubbed his neck "What do you mean?"

She scowled "Don't play that game with me. There is something....."

He sighed "I planned to wait until you were better but you're too perceptive. I met someone."

Her heart stopped and she tried to smile for him "That's amazing Thor. I'm so happy for you."

"You know I love you little one and I always will. Jane is just, incredible."

"She's a lucky lady." She said sadly

Thor gently grabbed her chin and pulled her to face him "This doesn't change anything between us. I'm still your friend, trainer and whatever else you need me to be."

She looked surprised "Does she know about me?"

"Of course, you know I'm not one for keeping secrets. We are not committed at this time." He tried to reassure her.

Y/N smiled at her friend "I'm happy for you, Thor. Truly. I am getting very tired though." She stopped as an orderly came in and set her lunch on the tray. They chatted about nothing as she picked at her food. She would miss the physical aspect of her relationship with Thor and hoped he would still have time with her outside of training but she really was happy for him.

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And resigning herself to being the old mobster lady with all the horses, there were worse possibilities. At least she never married Zemo.

Chapter 10

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