#mr man i’d die for u

[ginalinettiofficial]

the toddler i nanny just woke up but instead of getting up and starting the day he covered his eyes with his hands and started chanting to himself “yellow. blue. green. yellow. purple. blue.” and i LOVE that for him. u go little dude. morning affirmations r so important 😇

[zaimta]

Hiii! Are your requests open? I’ve been reading your OP stories and I loooove them!

So I was wondering if I can request a story where Ace and zoro are both interested in you, like hella interested and causes a lot of tension ? You can choose how it ends and who reader ends up with lol.

zai broadcasts - pre time skip zoro gotta love him man this idea was a serve anon, im gonna split this into 2 parts bc i actually love both of them and i can’t pick one and i have ideas for both that i wanna use so stay tuned for em!!

˗ˏˋzoro ver. ˗ˏˋace ver.

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

“nice to meet you everyone i’m ace, and thank you for taking care of my kid brother by the way i know he can be a bit much.”

“oh no he is the near death situations we’ve been in is insane…and you just got on the grand line??”

ace laughed at your snarkiness “that is true he has a tendency to not think!”

nami shrugged her shoulders “well if we’re being honest here i don’t get paid enough to die every five minutes.”

“agreed.” the remaining stawhats spoke in unison slightly annoying their captain.

“hey i’m an excellent captain thank you very much!”

after the reunion between brothers ace revealed he was looking for a man named blackbeard and since their paths collided he decided to travel along with luffy and his crew.

“so are you gonna stop staring at him or go talk to him?” nami nudged you with a grin becoming aware of your little crush on ace.

you nudged her back with burning cheeks “shut up! it’s not like that nami.”

she rolled her eyes and mimicked your voice while fluttering her eyelashes “oh ace you’re so handsome! oh ace you’re hotter than your devil fruit! oh ace the things i’d let you do to me-”

“nami!” you shouted in embarrassment your face growing warm at her horrible impressions and the fact that he might’ve heard.

“the logical thing here would be to just talk to him! it’s not everyday you see a catch like him on the grandline y/n.”

“yeah…” you sighed looking over to where the green haired swordsman was leaned the mast he was napping as per usual, but the way the sun hit his skin just right. you couldn’t help but to stare, accidentally zoning nami out in the process only hearing her again when he gently nudges you for your attention.

“oohhh zoro too huh” she smirked at you but then sighed “personally im team ace im pretty sure he can pay his debts on time…”

“oh speak of the devil here he comes~” nami’s eyes followed ace as he walked along the deck of the merry, she noticed how his eyes lit up once he spotted you and she smirked to herself.

you turned around making eye contact with ace and turned around immediately, which caused nami to laugh at you being to nervous. “ready or not here he comes” she giggled.

“hey y/n, how are you doing”

nami giggled “oh? so excited to see them you forgot all about me?” ace attempted to respond but nami cuts him off speaking with a devilish grin directed towards you “up bup up! i’ll leave you two love birds to talk okay?” she ways goodbye to the two of you and walks into the kitchen of the merry.

ace sighs and sits next to you on the deck, his shoulder softly brushing against yours “so what was that all about?” he chuckles while pointing in nami’s direction. you roll your eyes with a slight smile on your face “that’s just how nami is, y’a know sweet dependable, insufferable nami…so” you look him in the eyes “what’s life like for you on the seas mr. ‘fire fist’” ace smiles at you “oh you know sailing, meeting amazing people, can’t forget running from the navy.”

you chuckle a bit “you don’t say?”

he chuckles “yup, the best part has been meeting amazing people like you” he takes his hat off and places it on your head with a grin “you’re quite the catch y/n.”

from the kitchen sanji watched the two of you on the deck, and suddenly gasped loudly which got the attention of nami and zoro “that bastard?! taking my y/n like that?!?” he shouts angrily. nami raises a brow “what now?” sanji points at the window with tears welling up in his eyes “everyone knows that if a cowboy puts their hat on someone, they’re claiming that person, that bastard just claimed y/n!” he speaks through sobs “nami-swan hold meeeee” me leapt into her arm’s crying into her shirt so she had no choice but to comfort the cook “there there” nami rolls her eyes while patting his back lightly.

“so what you’re saying his y/n is his now?” zoro said suddenly grabbing the attention of nami and the weeping cook, nami smirks at the swordsman “what do you have a crush on y/n or something? y/n looks cozy with ace don’t you think, are you sure you can’t even make a dent in that?”

zoro sucks his teeth “what’s that supposed to mean?” nami’s smirk grew wider and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes “im saying that y/n seems pretty into ace, unless you’re into y/n and you want to change that.” zoro snaps at the ship’s navigator in frustration “of course i want to change that!”

zoro’s eyes grow wide at what he said and a brush quickly creeps up his neck and spreads across his face “i mean-”

sanji looks at zoro in shock while nami has a grin on her face, she points towards the deck where the two of you are sitting “so how about you go do something about it, swordsman.”

[emlovesstates]

Incorrect quotes

New York: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Nevada : Hi, I’m ‘things’.

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New York: Go fuck yourself.

Nevada , smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

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New York: Stay foxy.

Nevada : Die lonely.

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New York, sweating: Nevada , there’s something I need to ask you-

Nevada : Finally! You’re proposing!

New York: How’d you know?

Nevada : New York, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Nevada : I even picked it up once.

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New Yexas

New York: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Texas : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Texas : Know why I called you in here?

New York: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Texas : *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Texas : I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

New York: What- how?

Texas : You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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New York: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Texas : Nope, there's 26.

New York: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Texas : Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

New York: You'll get the D later ;).

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New York: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Texas : Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

New York: ...

New York: You mean ring bearER, right?

Texas : ...

New York: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Texas : Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.

New York: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win!

*later*

Texas : They're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they.

Flo: Yeah, probably.

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Flo, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

New York, not looking up from their book: Really? Texas , why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

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Flo: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Texas : *raises hand*

New York: *puts Tex's hand down*

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Flo: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with New York recently.

Texas : No, Flo, it's not what it looks like, I swear.

Flo: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?

Texas : No! You’re the only one for me.

Flo: Is that so?

Texas : I promise! New York and I are just dating, okay? They’re my partner.

Flo: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?

Texas : You are still my one and only best friend! They’re just the love of my life, nothing more!

Flo: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?

Texas : Of course bro!

Flo: Bro...

New York: What the Fuck(I had to)

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Flo: This totally sucks, man.

New York: This is horrible.

Flo: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

New York: No, it’s not that, it’s Texas .

New York: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!

[harringtown]

sorrow is a season

a/n: ik I've been super sporadic these last few months, but book revisions and tight deadlines have had me v busy!!!! anyways I’ve spent so so long on this and wanted to pull off some wild plot stuff but then I got busy and I figured I couldn’t just let the 2k I had go to waste and so, here we are. apologies for the wait anon, its been TOO long, but I hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie munson is dead. or is he? (aka a kas/vampire Eddie au)

word count: 4k

warnings: blood/death/violence mention

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In the end, he is alone, like he always knew he would be.

Even the bats, either bored of a limp plaything or drawn away, fly off. The lightning seems to follow them, leaving Eddie alone on the grass in a cold, gray version of a place he never liked all that much to begin with.

The only thing that ever made the trailer park worth it was you. Though, to be fair, the only thing that made a lot of things in this shitty town worth it was you.

You. You, smiling at him from the passenger seat as you sing along to the radio, and you, whispering to him under the stars at midnight, and you, looking at him like you never want to stop.

He would give anything to see you one last time. To make sure you’re alive. Because he can’t be sure—he doesn’t know if his sacrifice is amounting to anything, or if you’re dying, too, just out of sight. Panic clears some of the fog from his brain.

At first, he doesn’t realize he’s speaking, calling out the word, “Please,” until his raw throat protests. Even then, he doesn’t stop, forcing his voice louder, screaming into the twisted ether.

Please, don’t take me away.

He isn’t sure who he’s yelling to, exactly, because he’s never believed in God, and even if he did, God sure as shit can’t hear him down here.

“I don’t want to die,” he says. Tears have mixed with the blood on his face, and his vision blurs red.

What are you willing to give in order to live?

The voice asks, and Eddie isn’t entirely sure it isn’t just some figment of his dying brain.

He shakes his head, letting it thump back against the grass. Above him, the dark red sky doesn’t hold a single star.

What are you willing to give? The voice asks again.

Later, he’ll understand what he’s about to do. But not yet. Not yet.

“Anything,” Eddie croaks. “Anything.”

A tall, hulking silhouette moves through the shadows, but Eddie can’t see their face, or anything, really. All of his senses disappear, and he’s lost in an endless sea of darkness.

Eddie Munson dies. And then, he wakes up.  

-

Eddie Munson is dead.

Three months of telling yourself those words, and they still don’t sound real.

Two months since he was legally declared dead—there wasn’t a body, still isn’t, probably never will be, but in Hawkins, this is no longer a strange occurrence—and three months since you dragged Dustin away from his body, and it still doesn’t feel real.

You’re beginning to doubt it ever will. Maybe it will always be this way. You, looking out your front window every time you pass it and expecting to see his van idling at the curb. You, accidentally ordering his coffee alongside your own enough times that even the barista pities you.

You, still waiting for someone who isn’t coming back.

“But you’ll be there, right? 10 am?” Robin asks, her voice garbled through the phone.

Lounging on your bed, you push up, keeping the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder.

“10 am, on the field. I know. I’m not going to miss my own graduation,” you say.

“Our graduation,” Robin says. “And thank the heavens, because I swear to God, I don’t think I’d have survived another week with Mrs. Burton. If I had to read another sexist, poorly written poem by a long dead man, I was going to spontaneously combust.”  

You laugh, but something about the words our graduation sticks to the back of your throat like phlegm. You and Robin’s. It was supposed to be three of you, though.

It’s as if Robin can hear your spiraling thoughts, because she says, gently, “If you want company, I can force Harrington to buy us beer and drive me over.”

You smile. “I’ll live. Besides, there’ll be plenty of beer at all the after parties I’m dragging you to tomorrow night.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Robin quips. “For once, I don’t mind hanging out with these people, considering I’ll never have to see most of them again.”

“One can dream,” you say.

“One can,” Robin says. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Tomorrow.”

You exchange goodbyes with Robin and walk the phone back to the receiver, untangling the twisted cord, and hang it up. Before going back to your bed, you bring two fingers to your lips, then press them to the red electric guitar hanging over your dresser, like you do every night.

It isn’t the guitar he used to draw the very bats that killed him. That guitar was lost with Eddie.

It, along with a few tee shirts, the rings he pulled off his fingers and jammed into your hands before you left him, and a few photos, are all that remain of Eddie Munson.

You’d made a thousand plans together, and even if 99% of them were impossible, the 1% that weren’t still clatter behind you everywhere you go.

I think it’s finally my year.

1986 should have been the beginning of the rest of his life; hopefully, a life alongside you. It should have made high school and the monsters you’d fought an old story.

This, an empty grave, shouldn’t be the end.

-

The lock on the window in your room has been whining as long as you’ve lived in the house. A few years back, your parents tried to get it replaced, but you’d refused. You couldn’t tell them why, but you weren’t about to get rid of a built-in alarm on that window.

The whining sound pulls you out of sleep and off the mattress in under two seconds. You pull out the sledgehammer you have hidden under the bed before your eyes find the silhouette slipping through the now-open window and into your room.

Of all the nights for someone to break in, it had to be one of the miraculous few you weren’t having a nightmare. At three in the morning, that alone feels worthy of at least a tap with the hammer.

The second the figure hits the middle of your room, you lunge.

The figure ducks the swing, and jerks to the side, face illuminated by moonlight streaming in the window.

A face that can’t possibly be standing in your bedroom.

Eddie Munson. Or his ghost. Or something—

“Jesus Christ, babe, where the hell did you get a sledgehammer? Were you going to hit me with that?” Eddie exclaims, except it can’t be Eddie, because Eddie died in your arms. Because you pried Dustin off Eddie’s body. Because you’ve seen his death in your dreams every night for months.

It can’t be. It isn’t. But someone, or something, is wearing his skin, masquerading as the boy you love, and it’s the last of many, many straws.

You swing the hammer, but faster than your eyes can track, Eddie’s hand moves—you blink, and he’s holding the metal edge in one fist.

The hammer’s head is too heavy to be caught without breaking a finger—but the speed with which he moved is more troubling.

“Who the hell are you?” You snap, wrenching the hammer out of his fist, swinging again. “Get the hell out of my house, now—“

“Hold on, hold on—“ Not-Eddie backs up, hands raised, and with each second that passes, your brain files away the subtle differences. The color of his eyes, that beautiful brown, almost has a red tint in the dark. “It’s me. I swear to God, it’s me.”

“Whatever this sick game is, I��m not playing.” You raise the sledgehammer parallel to the floor and point it at him, using it to push him back toward the window. “Out.”

“Okay, okay, just—just wait.” He jumps to the side just before hitting the window, skating along the wall and darting around you. You whip around, and Eddie is there in a blink, plucking the hammer out of your hands. He tosses it onto your bed and slides into place directly between you and your weapon.

“If I wasn’t me, how would I have known how to open the window?”

Your Eddie could pop the lock in seconds. It was why you always kept it locked, because the only person who might need to get in could.  

“Anybody—anything— can jimmy a lock,” you snap.

Maybe it’s your lack of a good night’s sleep in the recent past, or the darkness of the room, but you swear, he almost looks hurt.

“Harsh, but fair.” He takes a breath. “But it really is me.”

“Eddie Munson died three months ago,” you say. “I was there.”

“Yeah, I saw the gravestone. Bet my funeral had a hell of a turnout,” he says.

“Just stop. You’re not him. I don’t know what you are, but you’re not him.”

Eddie seems to chew on his words for a moment. “We met in gym class. You were a junior. I was a senior, the second time. You were hiding behind the long jump mats during the mile run, and I army-crawled my ass over to you so that ancient gym teacher didn’t bust us both. Naturally, he saw me, and the second he yelled, you shoved me out onto the track on my ass.” He grins. “I was pretty much done for, after that.”

You shake your head. “Twenty other people were on the track  that day—”

“Fine. Okay.” He huffs a breath. Folds his arms over his chest. “Right, okay, so a few weeks after we started hanging out, I took you to Lover’s Lake. We ate Cheetos and drank warm Coke on the dock, and you told me about that field trip, the one to the museum in middle school. You got lost, ended up in the art exhibit for two hours until a chaperone tracked you down. After that, you couldn’t get enough of all those old—what is it? Abstract paintings.”

Your heart beats like a kick drum, so loud you’re surprised it hasn’t woken the whole house.

Eddie’s gaze darts down—and you don’t remember much of the few anatomy lessons you had, but you’d swear he looks where your heart is.

“This isn’t possible,” you say softly.

Eddie’s lips pull thin. “You kissed me outside that gas station on main because you said you were tired of waiting for me to do it.” A smile softens his expression. “And the first time you told me you loved me, we were in this room, in that bed, but you had to whisper because your parents were downstairs.” He takes a step forward. “And I said it back. Didn’t even hesitate. Didn’t whisper either, but you weren’t even pissed. Y’know, I’d only said that to one other person before you, but I didn’t hesitate.“

“No. You can’t be here.” You swallow. Shake your head. Hope is banging its fists against your ribcage, desperate to break out of the prison you locked it in. Tears prick at the backs of your eyes, but you don’t dare let them fall.

Eddie shrugs. “But I am.”

He takes a step toward you, and when you don’t move away, he takes another. Only when there are no more steps to take does he stop, the rubber of his sneakers kissing the tips of your toes.

He doesn’t move any further, like he’s leaving the last inch up to you.

You hold his gaze. Reach a hand up and let it settle on his cheek.

“Eddie?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he says, leaning into your hand. “It’s me.”

Just like that, the sob that’s been sitting at the base of your throat for months dislodges, and you throw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He still feels like your Eddie, still smells like him beneath that overhanging scent of ash.

The moment he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you, you know it’s Eddie. You’ve been in these arms so many times, you fit like puzzle pieces.

“Eddie,” you say again, voice muffled by his hair, and he just holds you tighter, so tight you can barely breathe but you don’t care.

“I’m here,” he says. “I’m here.”

And for the first time in months, you can breathe.

-

For ten minutes, everything is like it was. Eddie is all bravado and big smiles, like the last three months never happened, and you let the lie hang because you’ve missed him too badly to pull it back. But it’s more fog than curtain, and it evaporates fast.

Eddie pulls you onto the bed and into his arms, just holding you, and the way your bodies fold together may be the same, but nothing else is.

His skin is cooler, dryer. Covered in scars. His scent, one you can’t describe but know, isn’t totally different, but it’s not the same, either.

And his eyes. He clearly took efforts to keep them out of the light—asking you not to turn a lamp on, keeping his chin ducked—but up close, there’s no mistaking it.

The deep, dark brown is more like a deep red wine someone spilled on a carpet. It’s a beautiful, inhuman shade of red. And you may have seen enough weird shit to fill a museum over the last few years, it sets off every alarm bell inside you. Like an ancient voice is urging you to run while everything else tells you to stay.

Your first observation was right. He isn’t your Eddie. He’s something different. Evolved. And you’re not sure if it’s for better or worse. You’re also not sure if you give a shit.

There are so many questions to ask, but they’d all break the bubble you’re resting in, so you settle for the softest you can think of.

“Tell me what happened to you,” you say gently, keeping your forehead pressed to his chest so you don’t have to look him in the eye; that, and because you’re trying to find a heartbeat. You haven’t. “How you survived. I’m not an idiot, Eddie. And I can only pretend I haven’t noticed that your eyes are a different color or that you move faster than you should. That somehow, you’ve been in the Upside Down for three months, and you’re not a decayed corpse.”

Eddie’s hands, steady as they glide up and down your back, your arms, your sides, stall, and his fingers curl slightly into your hoodie.

“You were there,” he says. “You saw it all.”

“Clearly, not everything. You were dead when I left—”

“Almost dead.”

“What?” you stiffen.

“I wasn’t… I mean, I was mostly dead. Kissing Death, straight on the lips, tongue and all. And then…”

“And then?”

He inhales, and says, “And then, I made a deal with the devil. A deal I can’t take back.”

You lean back. You may not have all the pieces, but you have enough to get some understanding at the full picture.

The only devil in the Upside Down is Vecna. And if he brought Eddie back—whatever the definition of back is—he didn’t go it out of the goodness of his heart.

“Eddie, what did you do?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Look, I know you want answers, and I want to give them to you, but I…” He pauses. His hand comes up to your cheek, his cold fingers tracing a line down to your jaw. You shiver. “I’ve spent the last three months waiting for a single minute he wasn’t on my ass, watching me, and I don’t have a lot of time. So, I swear to God, I’ll answer all your questions, but right now, I just want to be here. With you.”

You frown. “You’re not staying.”

Eddie is silent for a long time before he says, “I can’t. Not yet.”

You shift back, sitting up so that only his outline is visible in your periphery. From this angle, blurry and out of focus, he still looks like the Eddie you lost. An Eddie whose biggest problem was whether he’d actually graduate this year.

Eddie sits up beside you, a hand on your arm. He exhales, dropping his chin onto your shoulder. It’s a familiar position, and without thinking, you tip your head against his, temple to temple.

“I’m still a puppet,” he says softly. “Just because he’s not holding my strings right now doesn’t mean he’s not coming back for them.”  

You scoff. “If you’re just… some puppet, how are you here now? I mean, am I even talking to the real you right now?”

Eddie stiffens.

“I’m me,” he says. “A lot of the time… I’m more him than me. But right now, right here, I’m me. I’m just Eddie.” He lifts his chin. You crane your head to meet his eyes.

“I spent months waiting for a chance. V—He’s been so weak after everything that went down, he’s been stuck down there. Healing. Even when I came topside to fee—” He stops abruptly. Changes course. “But now…” Eddie pauses. It’s like he’s battling two voices in his head, one telling him to speak, the other urging him silent. “Let’s just say, he’s on a business trip, and I’m supposed to be down there, keeping an eye on things. I only had a few hours.”

“I don’t want you to go,” you whisper, like if you keep your voice low enough, the world won’t hear and jinx you.

“I know, angel,” he says. He drops his chin and presses a long kiss to the side of your head. When he pulls back, his expression has shifted, freezing over like Lovers Lake every December. His voice isn’t entirely his own as he says, “But there’s something I need to take care of before I can stay.”

“Something?” you ask. “Or someone?”

Eddie lets out a long sigh. He rolls onto his back, hands coming up behind his head, and the posture, his presence beside you, the tickle of his hair against your shoulder, is somehow familiar and foreign at once.

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“I want you to stay alive—” He lifts his brows, and you huff, pressing on. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. And you know that it wasn’t some… miracle that brought me back. It was—” He stops. “If he’s still around, I’m not really me. I’m just another one of his weapons.”

“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. No human should be able to hear it. But Eddie does.

“I’m gonna try,” he says.

“And if you can’t?”

Eddie shrugs. He pointedly averts his gaze as he says, “If I can’t, then I go out fighting. Maybe I can get a few decent shots in before he takes me out.”

“Eddie—”

Eddie twists, shifting so he’s half in front of you. He takes your face in his hands and forces your gaze. The angles of his face are sharper, his eyes are clearer. He isn’t the Eddie you lost, but he’s still your Eddie, under it all.

“I’m already on borrowed time, sweetheart. Might as well make it worth something.”

You shake your head. “No. That’s bullshit. We’ll just… we’ll get out of here. Tonight. We can get in my car and drive until we get to a city big enough to disappear in. It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“You know, I’ve been running since I learned to walk.” His thumb traces a line up and down your jaw. “I never even thought about stopping. Never wanted to.” A sad smile ghosts his lips. “Then, one day, I met you. And I had a reason to stay. So, I’m gonna fight for it. And I’m gonna come back for you.”

Before, Eddie Munson could have won a contest for stubbornness. It appears dying or almost dying didn’t change that.

You take a breath. Close your eyes for a long moment. When you open them, you say, “You better. If you don’t, I’ll kill you. And I’ll make sure it takes this time.”

Eddie snorts a laugh and loops his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. For a long time, you stay that way, holding each other and pretending the seconds aren’t rolling by.

And then, much sooner than you’d like, Eddie peels himself out of your arms. He climbs off the bed, and you follow him back to the window. The latch whines in protest as he lifts the windowpane, like it too is dreading his departure.

He climbs out onto the roof and turns back to the window, his slender hands on the sill. His fingers look naked without their rings.

Your stomach clawing up your throat, you lift the thin chain out from under your shirt, the metal rings hanging from it clacking. You unlatch it and pull off a thick, black ring. Unlike the others, taken off him in the Upside Down, you’ve had this ring for ages. He gave it to you a long, long time ago.

You lift one of his hands, sliding it onto his middle finger. He curls his fingers around yours, squeezing hard.

“Come back to me,” you say.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says. “Promise.”

Eddie leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, and the cool touch of his lips disappears. When you open your eyes, he’s gone. Like he was never there at all.

Maybe he wasn’t.

-

Three weeks pass. By the fourteenth day, you’re halfway convinced you hallucinated Eddie. By the twentieth, you’re sure of it.

Call it your brain trying to process the mountain of grief inside you. Or the end of the slow spiral into madness you started three years ago, when a Demogorgon nearly dragged you through a portal in a tree.

Fantasizing a conversation with your dead boyfriend isn’t exactly the weirdest thing that’s happened. It’s better than the alternative: that Eddie is gone, for real.

And then, on the twenty second night, the latch on your window whines open.

In seconds, you’re up and out of bed, standing in the middle of your room just the way you were a few weeks ago. Staring at a silhouette near the window just the way you were a few weeks ago.

The figure half-covered by shadows is limping, and something dark drips off their hands—what you can see of them is covered in a dark substance that has to be blood.

“I know, I know, I’m an asshole. I don’t write, I don’t call…” A familiar, if not a little rough and raw, voice says, and the massive knot that’s been coiling in your gut for weeks untangles itself in an instant.

“Eddie,” you breathe, as he steps into the moonlight.

“Told you I'd be back,” he says, flashing you a smile between heavy breaths. His canines are wickedly sharp, longer than they should be, and shining with blood. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You’re really here? I’m not hallucinating?”

A smile twitches across his red lips.

“You’re not hallucinating. I’m here,” he says.

“For good?”

“For good,” he says. His mouth curves up, and his smile appears here to stay.

Like him.

And you don’t care how he got here. What he had to become just to be standing here right now. You don’t care what it might take to keep him here, either.

All that matters is that he’s here. Period.

So, you cross the room in three steps, and pull him into your arms. Blood and all.

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[chilapis]

hii almandine 🫶 what kind of nicknames / endearments would leon use to refer to u? what abt vice versa? (@dmclr)

Hi Clara! I hope you’ve been well? It’s awful late there for you, so I really do hope you’re resting up well. That, and the usual; hydrating, stretching, taking care. <3

I hold, a deep resentment for most Leon depictions. Not only because they’re . obnoxiously wrong, and they keep somehow turning him into a fucking freaky sexist life-ruining mafia husband from one of those wattpad-esque novels that suburban mothers and middle aged women rave about on booktok, but also because they manage to get the little things wrong. That man is not calling anyone anything close to “sweet girl”. He would not partake in the use of intricately strung out endearments, have you SEEN this man.

Overall I’d say I view the matter of endearments with him to be pretty similar with Ajax’s? Receiving and giving both. He seems more the type to use more casual endearments, such as “babe”, “baby”, “sweetheart”, “my girl” — the occasional “darling” and “dear” thrown here and there. I feel like older Leon/Leon from later installations might lean into more domestic endearments too, such as “honey” or “pumpkin” — definitely not RE2 or RE4 Leon though.

I also feel like Leon (irrespective of era/timeline placement) definitely calls me his wife or Mrs. Kennedy teasingly here and there though — married or not — once he realises how badly I melt at them. I feel like RE2 Leon might not reallllly be into domesticity so it’d be just limited to teasing but RE4 and onwards Leon seems like he’d be more into it so he would definitely say it with more… meaning? emotion, conviction. RE2 says it playfully to get a reaction (unmarried), RE4 says it with conviction (unmarried but planning) and then onwards it’s, as a reminder of the love and commitment (married).

As for myself, I usually prefer to use more. formal endearments? Sweetheart, dearest, darling, my dear, my love, beloved, sweeting, and so forth. I do however have, the biggest soft-spot for calling partners “puppy”? It’s cute, it’s lighthearted & it’s playful. So, you know. puppy! Same goes for pretty-boy and handsome, but puppy is the main one when it comes to more playful terms; I think it’s also one of my “default”/most subconscious ones along with darling and sweetheart, but darling is probably the “most used” one. I feel like I’d try to return the domestic teasing of RE2 & RE4 Leon by calling him my husband despite being unmarried but just end up flustering myself in the process than anything else.

I just completely drop his actual name & start almost solely using pet names instead so I feel like it’d become routine for us. I accidentally say his name instead of a petname and he immediately perks up like Did I do Something Wrong. Do you want me to die. but also I feel like it’d go both ways. He says my name instead of calling me his girl and I kill us both dead. (Joke

[ray-the-fanatic]

2k12 tmnt for the fandom asks

(sorry i haven't answered yours yet, been having an off day but i'll get to it soon 🙏)

(lol no worries take your time friend!)

SEND ME A FANDOM

 I’ll tell you:

The first character I first fell in love with:  I feel the answer is well know XD I love Raph! I mean makes sense he was my favorite in 03 but I turly loved what 2012 did with him as well. He such a cocky shit at the start of the show and its not that he stops that trait but you do see how he develops for the better as the shown went on. Him feeling he was better and should be leader to how he more takes to his role in his team. You see him go from someone who cracks under pressure when given leadership to making sure he's always prepared, how he makes sure none of them esp Leo are left behind how he lets his softer side come out more when Chompy comes in. HE's also a little smart ass and people need to let him cuss he's had it u-u

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

Shinigami, I sort of dropped off watch 2012 during season 4 so I didn't see her much outside a few epsiode I caught here and there. I havent quite gotten to when she is in the show now either outside clips and such I have seen. But I expected me to feel as I do Renet shes fine but there. Honestly though? I love her. I like how she isn't the usual gloom and doom but even laughs at Mikey's jokes i dunno I just enjoy her.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

Renet, I wouldn't say I hate her. Much how I just wasn't much for the 03 version I would say gose the same in 12. I like her just fine shes a fun charater for the episodes she comes in for and such mostly love the season 5 monter arch. I personlly love her most for the fact she shares a VA with Terra from Teen Titans so it was like getting Beast Boy and Terra back. She just there she's fine I dont find her annoying but Im not hyped about her personally myself.

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

I wouldn't say he is hated but I do see Casey tends to not get much love or people will makes statments about him I just don't agree with like saying he is selfish and uncaring. When you do see that isn't ture. You learn that he and raph talk about stuff like what happened to spike. You see hes the one April talks when at the time who she thought was her mom wanted to leave and she had to pick to stay or go with her. Casey dose care about the turtles he often right there when they need help, he covers them in their battles and like the nightmare episode from the farm house arch he was ready to beat an old man for possibly being the reason they were going to die. I genuinely just love Casey my re watch has made me love him even more I just can't get over his stupid laugh sometimes XD

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

Slash, NOT that I hate him either I thought he was villain longer though? but he had such a sudden turn around and it felt like such a waste to me. I felt like he could have been good as Raph arch enemy over Xever. Could been used to add to Raph and Casey friendship/partnership. I still like Slash I just wish he had been a villain a bit longer just for all untap story he had to offer.

The character I would totally smooch: 

Give all the turtles smooches on their heads they been through it in this shown u-u

The character I’d want to be like: 

hmmm mr murakami? I dunno dude seems to be enjoying live got hos own businesses willing to make stuff for the turtles he seems chill despite getting dragged into stuff from just knowing the turtles.

The character I’d slap: 

-Raph I love my boy but he needs to be slapped u-u

-Leo also needs a slap sometimes

-Casey he exsits hit em

-Donnie i love him to but smack this boy A pairing that I love:

Rasey uwu I love these two no matter the series I gotta ship these idiots im a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope A pairing that I despise:

hmm I don't think I have any sure theres some I dont ship or personally like much but eh cant say I have a ship I like hate you know? Besides I rather spend time enjoy what I love anyway.

[empress-of-snark]

In your friends au, r u thinking about doing a drunken Vegas marriage like the one in Vegas? Id die 😂

Ooh, man, I’m not sure! I would love to, but I’d have to figure out how to fit it into the story.

If I did, though… I think it would have to be Jonathan and Nancy, just because it would be extremely out-of-character for both of them (her especially) and therefore hilarious. She’d have the Sharpie mustache, and he’d have something like ‘Mr. Nancy Wheeler’ written on his back, which he doesn’t even really mind, honestly lol.

Eddie and Chrissy are the ones who find them stumbling out of the chapel (like Chandler and Monica, they’d impulsively chosen to get married before then deciding against it). Eddie will not stop gloating about “prim, responsible Wheeler gettin’ wasted and hitched in a Vegas chapel by an honest-to-god Elvis”

Major difference would be that, unlike Ross, Jonathan WOULD get the annulment when asked because he’s not an idiot. He may be sad about it, but he’d still do it.

Or maybe in this version, Jonathan and Nancy are still dating when this happens, and despite not quite being ready for marriage just yet, they decide to stick with it and try to make it work anyway. I think it could be cute to see them try to adjust. Marriage of inconvenience lol.

Thanks for the ask!

(And I know I said I’d try to get chapter eight up by today, but it’s looking like it might be another day or two. Not long though, I promise!)

[garoujo]

emmie i luv u but i couldn’t help but notice there is 0 kokonoi hajime here!! i don’t think you’ve ever even given any thoughts about him :0 i’m always interested in what people think of characters who aren’t their faves (yes mr stinky 6’4 reaper man. i mean u.) and i noticed you’re in a tokyo rev brain funk rn so!! do u have any thoughts about pretty boy hajime? i adore him so much but i’m not surprised he’s not popular, even with the new season ueueueueue he’s just too mean sob sob sob! so, any thoughts on koko? (or anything you can think of about the charas in tokyo rev you don’t mention often?) much love emmie i wish u the fluffiest of pillows and warmest of beds <3

nonnie i luv u but u are so right !!! honeslty i don’t think ive …. ever ? spoke bout him but i think he’s soooo sexy !!! like he’s so pretty + i’d die if i seen him irl like he’s majestic ! so stunning ! <3 hmmmm hmmm koko lemme see ! lemme see ! i can see him liking bondage mhm id say so, likes watching you play w urself while u watch him count his money .. spoils u 2 ! like a whoooole lot ! buys u the prettiest lingerie sets + makes you model them 4 him b4 he’s fucking u in it in the same heartbeat ! gets hard watching u use his card 2 buy things ! >_< gets u the prettiest jewellery 2 omg i think he’s so hawt help <333 loving u nonnie ! this is just random stuff off the top of my head hehehe ;u; i hope atleast some of it appeals 2 u tho ! i am wrapping u in the fluffiest blanket evrrrr !!!

[outerbankies]

You know how teenager rafe is gonna just be spiralling over reader going to prom with someone else? I’m going to cry cause like he’s a baby and he doesn’t know why he has these feeling for this one person that he’s always kind of orbited around?? And he knows she’s it for him but only deep down cause he’s trying to figure so much out and how could you know who you’re going to end up with at the age of 17 let alone 10 or 12 but he’s always known and aaaaah imagine that kind of love

an angsty little pre-series prom blurb partially inspired by this ^ ask that made me spiralll. thanks anon i hope u like this!

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new light blurb: before we knew — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

obv takes place pre-series in high school! referenced in part 1

warnings: underage drinking

“Top, it’s not fucking funny.”

“It’s kinda fucking funny, Y/n/n. Like, way more than a little.”

Rafe had ditched the last fifteen minutes of statistics when he finished his test early today, and he’d been messing around on his phone for ten minutes waiting for the rest of you to come and get in Topper’s Jeep so you could all go to lunch off-campus today.

Rafe stands up straight from where he’d been leaning against the hood when he hears your voice approaching, his smile matching yours once you see him. “Hey, Rafe. How did your stats test go?”

“Good, hey, Y/n. What’s not funny?” he asks, opening the passenger side door for you before sliding into the backseat behind you.

“Oh, get this, Rafe,” Topper says, laughing. You just groan again, clicking your seatbelt on. “Griffin is gonna ask Y/n to prom. Tomorrow.”

Rafe blanches. “Griffin?”

He knew Griffin thought you were hot. Certainly had to hear it enough times in the pool at practice every day. Rafe always found himself biting back a remark—well, almost always. As captain, Rafe was able to tell everyone to run another play whenever he felt like it. The extra exertion in the pool was nothing compared to having to tread water and hear his teammate talk about you like that.

But even after all of that, he still had no idea Griffin had the balls to actually make a move on you. Because Rafe could tell you’d seriously rather die than ever give Griffin the time of day. And Griffin had been pursuing you without luck for months, even though you’d been trying to gently show you weren’t interested. Half of the time, Rafe wished you'd just tell him to fuck off.

The other half of the time, Rafe was considering just doing it for you.

Rafe clears his throat after his outburst, a finger digging into a hole in his jeans. “How do you know?”

“He just told me in PE,” Topper says. “He said he has this huge banner, and speakers, and he’s gonna do it at lunch right in the middle of the quad—”

“Topper.” You cut him off a bit more seriously this time; Rafe can hear the shift in your tone. You've always hated being anywhere close to the center of attention, getting embarrassed by the smallest things others wouldn’t even think about. If Griffin actually knew anything about you the way Rafe does, he’d know you wouldn’t like something big and flashy. “Can you stop?”

“Hey, cut it out, Top,” Rafe is saying immediately. Topper just rolls his eyes, but Rafe doesn’t care. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Rafe,” you say, smiling over your shoulder at him. “M’fine.”

“Do you want me to tell Griffin to—”

Topper laughs from the driver’s seat, clearing his throat to cover it up when you look over at him. You look back at Rafe, and his heart breaks at the worry in your face. “Don’t, Rafe.”

“Are you gonna say yes?”

“No,” you immediately laugh, looking at him like the idea is preposterous.

“Oh c’mon, Y/n/n. Can’t say no to him in front of all those people,” Topper teases. “And where the fuck is Kelce? I’m starving.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna embarrass him. I’ll just find him after school today and tell him I’m going with Kelce.”

Topper’s eyes widen, Rafe catches it in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looks away. Rafe clears his throat, settling back into his seat from where he’d been leaning into the front space to talk with you. “You—uh, are you actually going with Kelce?”

“Yeah,” you nod, distracted by your phone. “We said we’d go together if we didn’t find dates. Kelce didn’t really wanna ask anyone after what happened last summer. And after nearly being set up with Top last night, I’m about ready to throw in the towel.“

Rafe looks to his friend that sits in the driver’s seat, who's looking straight at his lap, the back of his neck bright red. “Wait, you two?”

“It was just our parents, dude. Went to dinner at the club last night and our moms brought it up,” Topper mumbles. You giggle at the idea, completely unaware of the energy in the car right now.

“Yeah, sorry, Thornton. But no thanks. You and Emily should be really cute, though,” you say earnestly, patting his shoulder.

Topper just stares straight ahead. “Thanks, Y/n/n.”

“And then this thing with Griffin—I’m just so over the idea of finding an actual date at this point,” you sigh. “Plus, I know Kelce won’t put up a fight about the color scheme. I’m thinking like, aqua. Or maybe pink? I don't think I'd look good in gold.”

You'll look good in absolutely anything, and Rafe will just have to watch you from across the floor of the Island Club, while Kelce twirls you around the dance floor or holds you close during a slow dance.

The guy in question opens the car door and slides into the backseat next to Rafe right then, sighing as he slides his backpack off. “Sorry guys, coach stopped me in the hall. Where are we eating?”

Rafe glares at him.

“I want a smoothie,” you declare from the front seat.

“Fine with me,” Topper nods, pulling out of his parking spot. “Guys?”

“Can we go to that place with the deli next door? I’m so hungry,” Kelce says.

“Yeah, I like their açaí bowls,” you say, twisting around to look at Rafe one more time. He must not be able to hide his emotions as much as he thought, because your smile drops when you see him. “Rafe? Does that sound good?”

He turns his body to look out the window, eyes flicking back to yours one last time. “Not hungry.”

—

Rafe meets Topper and Kelce at the dock later that night, the three of them intending to get drunk and maybe take Topper’s boat out if they felt like it.

Kelce is already there by the time Rafe pulls up, drinking a beer with Topper while they laugh at something on his phone.

And Rafe paces right down the dock, snatches Kelce’s phone out of his hand, and pushes him off the platform and into the water.

“Rafe, dude,” Topper says, immediately pushing him back by his chest.

“What the fuck?” Kelce sputters, spitting out water as he surfaces and climbs the ladder back up. “What is your fucking problem?”

“You couldn’t ask literally fucking anyone else? It had to be Y/n?” Rafe says, laughing indignantly. He looks down at where Topper is still keeping them separated. “And you—what the fuck—”

“I told you, man. It was just our moms. We didn’t even consider it,” Topper says, rolling his eyes.

“You both lied to me,” Rafe accuses. “Because you knew I’d be mad.”

“And why’s that, Rafe?” Kelce spits, reaching around Topper to try and push at his chest. “Why are you mad? Not like you were gonna ask her.”

“No,” Rafe says immediately. And he isn’t even lying; it’d never crossed his mind as a possibility. Which is why he can’t even begin to try and work out why he’s this upset about it. He didn’t do anything to stop this, but it’s still happening, and it’s making him crazy. “You know my dad’s making me take Reagan since we’re both on prom court.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kelce grumbles. “I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

“Soon, I just—we made the plan so long ago, bro. Neither of us wanted to worry about dates… but I gave it time because I thought you might—I dunno,” Kelce trails off, shrugging. “I dunno.”

“Thought I might what?”

“Figure your shit out and ask her yourself,” Topper says, coming back from the boathouse with a towel that he passes to Kelce.

“Even if I could, Y/n/n would never say yes to me,” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head and reaching for the six-pack they were working through.

Topper scoffs back. “Oh, yeah ri—”

“Guess we’ll never know,” Kelce says, cutting him off while he dumps the water out of his shoes. He sighs at his soaked clothes before he looks back up at Rafe. “You know I’m not into her right? We’re just going as friends. It’s senior prom.”

“Why would I care what you’re going as?” Rafe says, shifting in discomfort, hand clutching his already-half-empty beer can a little tighter. “None of it even matters.”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, bro,” Kelce sighs, grabbing his phone out of Rafe’s hand and pushing past him to go change.

—

“Nice taste, Y/l/n.”

You whirl around from where you’d been adjusting Kelce’s boutonnière (you’d only pricked him twice, which was a personal record for you) at the sound of Rafe’s voice, plastering on a smile before you face him. Your eyes drop to his attire immediately. “Oh shit, Rafe. We match.”

“I know,” he laughs. “My step-mom wants a picture.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in your heels, the tule of your dress suddenly itchy against your legs. “Um. Shouldn’t you take one with Reagan?”

“We already took a million. From every angle. With every possible fucking pose,” Rafe sighs. “C’mon, please? Before the limo comes.”

Rafe grabs your hand and you look back at Kelce who just nods, downing some champagne. “Take care of my date, Cameron.”

You can see Rafe just shake his head where you trail behind him, leading you back to where Rose is talking to one of the other moms. “There you are. Your dress is beautiful! I wish we'd found one like that for Reagan. It looks great with Rafe's tuxedo.”

“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you, Mrs. Cameron,” you say politely, ignoring the last half of what she said completely. She pulls up her phone and Rafe’s bringing you into his side, his hand resting in the middle of your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your neck as he leans down.

“Yep,” you say quickly, but you can’t help but look around and catch multiple of your friends watching you, including Reagan, who promptly rolls her eyes once you make eye contact with her.

“Y/n, sweetie, just a few pictures for the newsletter,” Rose says, reminding you of your purpose right now.

“Right, sorry,” you say.

“Hey,” Rafe whispers. You look up at him, feeling his hand bring you closer to his body. “Take this a little more seriously, Y/l/n. Don’t you know that the next issue of the Island Club newsletter will be completely ruined without this one specific photo, that will probably be squished into the corner of a terribly- edited collage?”

You laugh in surprise, hitting him on his chest for joking about his step-mom right in front of her. “Rafe. Be nice.”

He just grins down at you, before straightening up and turning back to the camera. “If I’m nice, will you save a dance for me later tonight?”

You’re glad he’s not looking at you anymore, because then he’d see the way your smile faltered before you turn back to the camera as well. “Sure.”

—

“How is my flask empty?” Kelce groans, tipping it over and shaking it out for emphasis.

“That’s what happens when you drink it all, bud,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at you, linking his arm in yours as you both pass through the crowd to find Topper and his date, Emily. You all watch Rafe up on stage, waiting to inevitably be crowned prom king.

He was a shoo-in anyway, but you’d definitely distracted your English teacher with a conversation about the 1984 essay you just turned in while Topper and Kelce stuffed the ballot box he was meant to be guarding.

Rafe seemed like he couldn’t care less about stuff like prom court, just shaking his head when his name was announced over the speaker as a nominee three weeks ago at lunch.

And he’d dragged his feet through finding a date, just shrugging whenever you brought it up to him, prying partially for your own sake.

You couldn’t figure out why he seemed so averse to the entire event, but you supposed that was better than having to hear him go on and on about Reagan and how he asked her and what corsage he bought for her and if he was bringing her to after-prom—or anything else that would’ve dragged up some feelings you thought you’d firmly buried at this point, telling yourself for years that you never stood a chance with Rafe.

But the closer graduation got, the more you’ve been realizing that things with your friends would never be the same. Things with Rafe would never be the same.

“Kildare Academy, your prom king is Rafe Cameron,” the DJ says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Kelce and Topper cheer obnoxiously while you laugh, a little grateful they’re both drunk and distracted—so happy their plan worked (Rafe subtly flips them off behind his back as he’s crowned) that they can’t notice the way your shoulders slump as Rafe leads Reagan, just crowned queen, out to the middle of the dance floor while some Ed Sheeran song starts playing through the speakers. You’d roll your eyes at the terrible music selection if that was what you could focus on.

All you could focus on was wondering if Rafe would even remember that you promised him a dance tonight.

Kelce is dramatically bringing you into his arms as the prom court dance takes place, subtly turning you around so your back faces the stage and the court, smiling as he holds your waist. “C’mon, dance with me.”

—

Rafe’s letting go of Reagan as soon as the song ends and everybody cheers, dashing off to the DJ booth after telling her he’d be back in a bit. She merely shrugged before adjusting her crown and going off to some friends.

“Hey man, can I pull some prom king privilege right now?” he says, leaning in to speak into the guys’ ear. “I have a song request.”

“Playlist is set, approved by the school,” he says dismissively.

“Thought you might say that,” Rafe grumbles, reaching into his breast pocket before he can take the time to wonder if he’s really going to do this—if he’s really going to bribe the DJ to play a song by your favorite band before he goes to cash in on that dance together that you’d promised.

He hands him a crisp hundred.

The DJ sighs, snatching it out of his hand and pocketing it while Rafe smirks in victory. “Alright, what song, country club?”

And then it's practically a race to find you before the Kid Cudi remix currently playing ends. Rafe heads off in the direction where Topper and Kelce had been yelling when he was on stage, evening his pace when he spots you jumping around with Kelce, your dress fanning around you while you laugh, the string lights illuminating your face.

You’re smiling so big that it stops Rafe in his tracks.

Guys had always shown interest in you, and you turned most of them down. Not all of them; Rafe still had to see you with guys who absolutely did not deserve you giving them the time of day, sometimes at parties or maybe at the Club. Rafe could usually lie to himself, write off these feelings as some protectiveness over you, a nice girl who’d been a good friend to him his entire life. Rafe was protective of all the people he held close in his life, why wouldn’t he look out for you, too?

But something must have changed, because now—now Rafe’s looking at you, and he knows time is running out before you both set off on your futures. He has three weeks of school left with you, then a summer of seeing you around. And then... that's it.

And now he’s looking at you, those feelings less and less ignorable with every single second closer Rafe gets to not having you around him every day anymore.

Those feelings are crowding every corner of his mind, finally coming to the surface after all of the drama with prom dates had forced Rafe to wonder why he couldn’t stand you going with Griffin or Topper or Kelce. Couldn’t stand thinking about you ever being with someone that wasn’t him—a reality he knows he’d have to get used to you a lot quicker than it took him to even realize he’d fallen for you.

Because the future’s coming, and maybe in the future you actually end up with someone like Griffin, or Mateo, or that guy from the party that one time, or that touron from New England that your parents tried to set you up with, some hotshot you brought home from California after a semester, or Kelce—even Topper. Your parents would love that one. And one day in this future, you’re running into Rafe on the soccer field; your kids play for the same team together. Rafe ended up settling for someone he could never like half as much as he loved you, and he sees you across the field with a sweater tied around your shoulders, chatting with all of the other moms. The lucky asshole you finally chose just watches you the way Rafe always had, the way he is now as you dance with his best friend, the way Rafe will probably never be able to stop himself from doing.

Or maybe there's another future without you, where you move away to somewhere that suits you; the Outer Banks had never good enough for you, in his mind. Maybe you stay in California after school. And you bring home that hotshot that’s perfectly matched for you, who gets to hold you and kiss you and have you. Rafe only gets to see you every once in a while, when you decide to grace the Outer Banks with your presence for the holidays or for Midsummers. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe was never able to find someone else, maybe he shows up solo while you flash your engagement ring when the old crew gets together for drinks—no, you wouldn’t do that. You’d be absolutely smitten with whoever won your heart, showing the ring he got you to your girl friends with an embarrassed little smile pulling at your lips while they all gush over it. And maybe one of your friends jokes about how Rafe used to have a crush on you. You'll just laugh and shrug it off, nodding—because you knew all along. Of course you knew, everyone had to know at this point. And Rafe can picture you merely laughing at his feelings for you as the other guy gets to pull you closer on his lap.

The opening chords of your song snap him out of his reverie. He can see the exact moment you realize what song it is.

Rafe beelines for you, holding his hand out as soon as he’s in your vicinity, fully pretending he hadn’t just realized he’s fallen for one of his closest friends in the middle of prom. Like he hadn't realized that he wasn't just into you, didn't just think you were cute or like the way you made him feel when you remembered his stats tests or wore his shirt to his water polo games. Like he hadn't just realized that no matter how many times he'd told himself it didn't bother him that much that you'd never come close to giving him the time of day, that he'd never forget what it felt like to not even be on your radar.

“You promised me a dance, Y/n.”

You look at him and his outstretched hand and smile, then look back to Kelce, who's quickly letting you out of his arms, casting an accusatory glance at Rafe. But then he smiles a little. “I'm gonna hit the restrooms.”

“Too bad our one dance is gonna be to a song by a band you hate,” you laugh, accepting Rafe's hand. Rafe’s on autopilot, his hands resting on your lower back while yours move to his chest, swaying the two of you in little circles. The song is already through with the first verse.

“I don’t hate this band,” he lies. But maybe it’s not a lie—how could he hate anything you loved?

“Okay, prom king,” you laugh, fiddling with his pocket square a little, the one that matches your dress. “Still can’t believe we ended up matching.”

“Great minds, Y/l/n,” he shrugs, eyes trained on your face. Your hands slip up around his shoulders, and you nudge the plastic crown on his head before leaving your arms to rest there, fingers locked behind his neck. Rafe pulls you closer. The second chorus was already starting up. Time was running out.

“I’m not sure what the optics are of our matching and you leaving the prom queen to come dance with your friend,” you say, your small smile turning into a frown. “Reagan already seemed pissed earlier.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Rafe says. “It’s just you and me right now.”

“When we go off to college, I think I might just miss you, Cameron,” you say, smiling.

And Rafe might not ever get to tell you how he feels, or ever be with you the way he wants to, but at least he got to dance with you at his senior prom.

“I know I'm gonna miss you.”

—

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Master Eddie Munson Fanfiction Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Melissa (Made-up character)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Angst, BDSM, Blood, Drug mention, Occult, Unprotected sex

Summary: Mel comes to Eddie’s trailer to make a deal, but then everything spins out of control.

Way down the gravel road layed my worst nightmare - aunt Linda's house. I had lived with her ever since I turned 15. Back then, I was lost and worried. That's because I wasn’t sure she’s that different from all the foster homes I've been in.

They weren’t related to me, they didn’t have to care - I thought to myself. 

I really didn’t wanted to come home. It was already past my carefew and I was way too high for my caretaker's antics. Barely standing on my feet, I made a u-turn, making my own head spin. She’ll soon catch up that I’m stealing her drugs. I knew I shouldn’t... but I loved the thrill and the money that came with it. 

The thrill specifically was one boy. Social reject marked by Hawkins as a waste of air, a complete loser. But to me he was a young god. His unexpected presence in my life was refreshing. I saw who I was, and who I'm able to become if I simply wanted to. With him everything seemed more simple, the burden of existence much lighter to carry. I used to think that I’d die before I let him leave, but in the end I was the one who cut the string. Of course I didn’t want to, he was my friend, but I was weak and he didn’t deserve a half-assed friend like me. That’s what I told him anyway. 

In reality, aunt Linda heard the rumors. They were mean and scary. People were grilling the shit outta Hellfire Club - saying that we were organizing satanic rituals, orgies and the most disgusting unholy... stuff. I didn’t want to upset Eddie - he cared deeply for his fellow sheep, and tried to seem like a true Dungeon Master. But in his mind… He was always agonizing over the thought that maybe his hand didn’t fit the glove of a leader.

Early summer wind graced my exposed collarbones. I was dressed in a strapless shirt and preppy flared skirt wrapped tightly around my waist. Just came back from a festival the other day, so no one from school knew I’m back. I was kinda scared of what Eddie would say.

Silence between us was killing me. I didn’t give a shit that he might’ve known I’m a traitor. I longed for him for way too long to be able to think straight. I went for it. It took me half an hour to arrive at Forrest Hills Trailer Park. 

I was amazed by the fact that this inconspicuous place so easily managed to feel way cozier than my own home. A fucking trailer seemed more appealing and felt way way safer than a big house on Hillside Avenue. I heard music blasting from the back (Eddie’s room) and I immediately knew he was indeed home.  

I fidgeted in place, suddenly feeling unwelcome in his little, corroded palace. I was just a peasant demanding audience late at night - I was mad thinking he would even consider letting me in.

“Melissa?” I heard Eddie’s uncle calling from the tilted window. 

“Um, yeah… Hello, Mr Munson” I said with a sore throat. It started to get cold as the sun went down to sleep and the moon came up to play.

“Are you coming in, or you want me to call for him?” 

“No, no, I’m coming in" I stepped into the trailer seeing Wayne Munson's work equipment on the kitchen counter. “T-thank you for letting me in this late”

“You’re always welcome, Kid” The man said gathering his stuff, leaving the counter smeared with grease. “He’s in his room and I’m going out to work. Remember to lock the door before you two go somewhere.” 

He didn’t know what I did. Cool. At the same time I knew I shouldn't come inside. But... I didn't want to get ripped apart by Eddie in the cruel summer cold, I felt I'd rather do that while feeling some warmth.

“Okay” Nodding, we said our goodbyes and I proceeded to the back room, the only one. Wayne Munson usually slept on the living room's couch. He was a great father figure to Eddie.

Oh shit - I looked around, hearing the shower running - That’s really bad. 

My eyes fell to his beloved guitar hanging in the center of the mirror wall, just next to the drawer. There was a radio, few pictures and a bunch of clutter, including harmonica, other small instruments, some half-empty glass pill bottles. I recognized our 85’ yearbook photo pinned to the wall above the bed. It was taken about 3 weeks ago. Me, him and the whole Hellfire in one picture smiling, peacefully living our best life… And once again I felt like the worst friend ever. 

The sudden surge of sadness was quickly overcame by a tingly, cheeky feeling in the pit of my stomach. I stupidly wondered if he'd come here naked or dressed. Knowing him for a while, I could tell that he’ll be out completely bare, considering that he knows his uncle is at work. I knew what I was supposed to do, but I haven’t had the courage to announce my arrival through the speakers blasting loudly. Some Black Sabbath played - his latest obsession, I gathered. 

I felt my heart swell at the memory that we discovered them together one night in late december, sitting on the floor in his kitchen listening to the radio whilst fixing his shitty old TV. It took him a while to get hold of some of their casette tapes. He sure used them well. Without further overthinking it, my hand gently touched the boombox, visibly reducing the volume. 

Seconds after the shower stopped running, and so the dominoes started falling. 

“Uncle!” Shout echoed through the emptiness of Munsons’ trailer home. I felt myself flinch, realizing I’m now at his mercy. 

“Uncle, why aren’t you at…” his arm opened the door, and before he could finish the sentence his eyes fell on mine. “Jesus H. Christ, Mel!” He retreated back into the bathroom, dressed only in a towel around his inked v-lined waist. 

“That wasn’t exactly modest of you, Sir” I couldn’t stop myself from nervous laughter. It’s been a while since I saw him without a shirt on. He was always dressed and we weren’t intimate like… Ever. Because we were friends, right? 

“Can you tell me what you’re doing here, huh?” He replied sternly as he leaned out from behind the door pulling his pants up. I saw the curves of his back and ass in the bathroom mirror. My legs clenched at the sight. What’s wrong with you, Mel?

“Bargainer, I would like to make a deal” Instead of seeming scared, I pretended to be playful, relaxed. It always worked wonders on people, especially on him. Confidence and flattery worked on him, he admitted that to me once.

“Why won’t you come to Hellfire tomorrow and we’ll discuss it then, Lady Darlok?” He looked expectantly, whilst putting on his sleeveless Motley T-shirt. 

Lady Darlok was my D&D name and we sometimes got into character too much. If I’m being honest, talking to him in character seemed safer at the time.

“Maybe it’s not my game to play, through” 

“And what games do you play Mel, huh?” 

“Eddie, listen I need to get something off my chest” 

“So take this necklace off. Must be heavy. You can leave it here, don’t worry I won’t steal it”

“You think it’s funny” I stepped back, feeling heavy from defeat. He literally could destroy me in a span of a sentence and he fucking did. I despised him for that ability sometimes. “On the spot, damn. You really must be mad at me.” I finally snorted.

“You know what would happen if Riffer Rick found out you’re dealing?!” He came straight at me, pinning me into a drawer, a dull ache coming up and down my spine right where he pushed me. 

“I’d probably be dead” I shrugged, feeling kinda dizzy from our sudden closeness. 

“Sure, you’d be, pretty one” he remarked, placing his hands on both my arms, holding me in place. “If it wasn’t for me”

“ I…” The words stung at the end of my tongue, but nothing came out. 

“I told him you’re covering for me. He doesn’t know about your stash. And it better stay that way…” He stepped away, leaving me cold and hungry for more of him. 

“I wanted to propose to you morphing our companies” I said ominously. 

“Breaking the rules isn’t for you, doll. You need to stop doing this shit. I’m talking forever, not two weeks or any other loophole you’ll find” 

“You can’t be serious”

“I’m deadly serious. You need to stop before they get to you” 

“You don’t need to protect me”

“But I can’t not” He looked me dead in the eye. His brown irises making me melt. “The problem is that I can’t stop caring about you, Melissa. You’re fucking disgusting, you made me belive I can be redeemed, but then you left. And your dumb explenations. Go fuck yourself, you fucking hurt me, fuck!” I saw him hit the wall with his back and then fall to a sitting position by the door.

“Eddie, please don’t…”

“I don’t know what I did” He shook his head, long curly hair falling into his mouth, sticking to his wet cheeks. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you” I gasped, feeling myself cry too. “Never…”

“It’s always like that for me. Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?” He wrapped his arms around himself,  probably to create the illusion of comfort in this preplexing situation. “I’m the freak” He mumbled after a moment of silence. 

“I don’t feel like fighting, Eds” I pulled myself up, knowing that if I leave right now, it’s over. All our sleepless nights, quests and true friendship - it’ll all go to waste. And against all the odds, I realized I can’t leave, nor do I want to. “I’m gonna… Oh, God. I’m sorry”

He looked at me as if I was a ghost. Now I was the abuser. And yet everyone would believe me If I said that he was the one who hurts people, the black sheep. But it was me, everyone was wrong this whole time. I was The Freak. 

“What do you want me to do? Thank you?” He seemed really angry. He thought I’m not being sincere. I shook my head no.

“This got so messy, I just got a change of heart. I need you…”

“Where were you when I needed you, yeah?” He flipped the switch with his back, the whole room falling dark. 

“It pains me to say the truth, but have you heard the rumors?” 

“Of course it’s about that” he sighed, crossing the room just to hover over me like a hawk over his defenseless prey. “I’ve been hearing rumors” 

“They got to my aunt” I explained, placing my hands flatly on his clothed chest. 

“And why can’t you clarify” he pulled my chin up, just as I tried to look down. 

“I tried but she’s a psycho. She threatened me she’ll send me off” 

“She’s just playing” He laughed nervously, looking concerned for the first time. I knew he’s feeding me lies. 

“Bullshit, Eds. But you’re right about one thing, I should’ve tried to defend you” I felt so ashamed I’d let him end me then and there. 

“But instead of that you’ve got yourself new preppy friends and a new sense of humor” He bit back. 

“Fucking sharp, you always are, aren’t you Edward?” 

He lunged at me, pushing me on the bed, making me squirm. 

“Don’t you dare, calling me that” He stood at the foot of the bed, flipping his index finger at me. 

“You’re going too far” I snapped, pushing myself up to sit. 

“Too far, huh?” He started pacing around the bed like a predator, eyeing my legs and my short skirt. “You’re a fucking traitor, do you realize that?” 

“And there it is. I knew you’d say that” I said under breath. 

“If it was so obvious, then why are you here?” 

“I don’t know” I shrugged “Maybe because I can’t let this die?”

“Then we’re both gonna die, because as much as I hate your guts…” He trailed off, pulling at his hair in distress “ I fucking love you Mel” 

“Eddie, don’t call it spade if it isn’t a spade” I rushed to say. He was always quick to say I love you’s, but I felt the need to delude myself that it was different this time around. 

“What?” he scrunched his nose, looking at me in confusion. 

“Oh my God” I started to laugh at his lack of knowledge about idioms “I meant not saying things you don’t mean” 

He was so quirky, I felt my bruised ribs hurt from laughter that overcame me. 

“But I meant every single thing”  He joined me, smiling like a psycho, and before I could gasp his mouth was on mine, kissing me hungrily. 

“Greedy” I finally managed to gasp out. 

“Only for you, pretty girl” He lifted me, to carry me further up the bed, setting me comfortably on the pillows. 

I felt myself melting against his big, rough hands, feeling the coldness of his stainless steel rings against my inflamed skin. 

“Just touch me, doll. I don’t wanna die out here” 

And I did not only touch him, I dove into the madness. I felt his labored breath against my neck as he fought his ridiculous cuff belt. I helped him out with a hum escaping my  already swollen lips. Some rock ballad was playing faintly, getting me all relaxed and ready for him to take me. 

“I love it… When you do that, I mean” he smirked at me mischievously. 

“Do what?” I asked, brows narrowed. 

“When you're comfortable, you hum” he explained “You seem so sure It's not gonna hurt”

“Then hurt me” I challenged “Hurt me back, Munson” 

“Trust me, I will, baby” he sat on my thighs, his weight almost crushing me while he set his hand on my throat, another set my tits free from my shirt, leaving it torn in two, just like I left his heart when I left him. 

“No, no, no! Christ!” I yelled at him. “How am I supposed to come home now, dumbass?!”

“From now on you'll do as I please” He said powerfully, holding my chin between his long fingers. 

“Y-yes, Master” I uttered, feeling the flood pooling between my legs. 

I felt him getting more and more confident at pleasing me. He seemed to like what I responded with. He went for it, and grabbed my panties and tore them apart, bruising the soft skin of my thighs. Not long after he brought the panties to his nose, inhaling the scent. 

“Goddamn Mel, you smell like heaven”

And before I could respond his finger was inside me, playing me like a violin. 

“I've been dreaming of this” He admitted “Of you in my bed, coming undone by my hand”

“Only by your hand?” I bit harshly into his bottom lip, feeling blood on my tongue. 

"Shut up" he spit into my mouth, flipping me over, so I layed on my belly, head buried in the pillows. “You drew the first blood, now you’ll pay”

I felt him smacking my ass like a drum, making me shiver and whimper for him to fill me already. 

“Oh poor baby girl, laying face down, not knowing what I'm supposed to do to her. Flip the dice, m'lady” He licked my entrance, sending me into a spinning dizzy mess. 

“Oh, Lord” As much as I tried to breathe he didn't let me pull my head up by holding my neck in place. 

As I felt myself drifting away he pulled me up, his hot mouth on mine, my back to his chest. Through the sensations I didn't even notice him going inside me. It felt like he was always meant to be there. And he was, and he always will be - I thought to myself, as he pulled me up and down his shaft, biting and nipping at my breast, neck, and ears. 

He worked me till I was so fucking headempty that I just wanted him to possess me just like devil possess his accolites. 

“You're killing me, Eddie” I managed to cry out breathlessly against his hair. 

He was all sweaty and hard-muscled, that I just gave up fighting for dominance. He was the one who was supposed to be leading this quest. 

“You're not the smart cookie now, aren't you, baby?”

“I think I fell in love” I said, feeling my orgasm winning over my trembling body. 

He grabbed my ass like a stairway railing, holding it tight as he slammed into me again and again until he suddenly pulled back and came all over my back. 

“Sorry, pretty. I didn't want you to hate me even more” 

“I would never hate you, Master” I said, falling stomach flat on the bed. 

“I guess I lied to you” He retorted, laying next to me, his hand over my back, toying with my tangled mess of hair. “You're not disgusting and I'd never hate you, Lady Darlok. Although, this mattress now is and I fricking despise it” 

[write-like-wright]

u asked for requests so im here to comply😳could you maybe do a ”should you date them” with the defense attorneys in the series?? or just generally some other characters?? bc the prosecutor one added like 20 years to my lifespan lmao. hope u have a great day!!

I'm so glad you liked it!!! Here's the sequel, just for you <33

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Should you date them: Ace Attorney defense lawyers edition

Phoenix Wright

yes, you really should

probably one of the best, if not the best, boyfriends in the series

wanna get married? husband material

wanna have kids? father material

has a tendency to casually adopt children actually, could be an issue at some point

worships you

you know how some guys brag about how they'd die for you?

Nick would unironically die for you

may even come close a few times but I'm pretty sure he's canonically invincible (eating poisoned glass and falling off a burning bridge, who?? tis' but a scratch!)

massive gossip

gets home after an investigation and immediately starts like "you won't believe what I found out about Gumshoe today"

somehow surprisingly mature and good at keeping secrets in spite of everything

has a lot of really cool friends!!! and larry

have you seen those shoulders tho?? mans built like a dorito, smashing through massive wooden doors n stuff

biggest monthly expense is hair gel

claims his hair is natural but you know better

don't be the big spoon, he will poke your eyes out

can somewhat read your mind tho? a bit off-putting but ok

marry him before Edgeworth someone else does

Mia Fey

hell yeah, dude

cool, calm, collected

has literal superpowers

successful business owner at 27!!! unironical #girlboss

went from being a lame rookie to a literal legend with her own practice and an apprentice in, like, three years

she's so smart, I fear her

has the fashion sense of a female character drawn by a cis man... oh, wait

god help whoever tries to hurt you

will literally kick their ass to hell

family-oriented

believes in second chances

took phoenix under her wing after everything, mia has the patience of a saint honestly

drops cool oneliners in everyday speech like a marvel character

curve lovers rejoice

doesn't mind being called dorky nicknames

major wife material

Diego Armando/Godot

I already covered him in my prosecutors list,, literally did not occur to me to split Diego and Godot into two lists

but to sum up, if I had to choose between the two, I'd go for Diego

i like my men like i like my coffee - tall, dark and bitter

^^ eats up pickup lines like those

Apollo Justice

Polly is such a sweet babey boy, please be nice to him

short king

low on confidence, makes up for it by being loud

*voice cracking* HE'S FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

your neighbours will hate him

such a pushover, will do anything you ask of him

sensitive boy, not afraid to cry

pretends not to be dorky - is very dorky

consumes nerdy media almost exclusively (canonically a Whovian! but Capcom can't say that)

bikes everywhere and is apparently good with a hula hoop

Polly got cake is what I'm saying

have you seen his cool street style clothes?? sk8er boi

very grounded, literally

might play around and hold your hand for comfort

won't come to visit you if you live on a high floor, sorry

cat dad!!! cat pics!!! yes!!!

about 7 different tragic backstories

new secret family member drops every week

stares at you when you speak sometimes

is he jealous of Klavier?? does he have a crush on him??? who knows but it's funny watching them interact

bicon

spends way too much time on his hair

someone please date him, he deserves some love

Athena Cykes

holy childhood trauma batman

been through a lot

total empath

if you're sad, she's sad

can kinda read your mind... why is this such a common thing in AA games?? I like my privacy

super energetic

will drag you to the gym, take you on hikes, practice wrestling moves on you...

you will always be sore but also in the best shape of your life

has minus 25 chill

incapable of keeping secrets from you

her weird goth convict uncle threatens you every once in a while

she promises he means it in a friendly way

loves europop

way too accomplished for her age, everyone in this game is so smart, help

i feel like she'd enjoy theme parks idk

date her, she's baby and she needs some TLC

Kristoph Gavin

no

he's scary

thinks he's better than you

thinks he's better than everyone

has the audacity to wear white shoes with a blue suit??? are you going to prom????? sir????

obsessed with phoenix wright to an alarming degree

perfectly manicured nails!

the kind of guy who warns you never to go into his basement

nice on the outside but it's all fake

deeply rooted issues even he's unaware of

if you like drillbit hair consider Klavier instead

Ryunosuke Naruhodo

world's biggest baby

secretly a bitch

loves to clown on people

fake it till you make it

has no clue what he's doing most of the time

very determined in spite of that

everyone loves him

so many cool friends

cries at the thought of your bare ankles

physically incapable of walking by a shop and not buying something he doesn't need

"look, i got you a gift!!" "awh, how sweet! ...what is it?" "i don't know, i'll ask Mr Sholmes when he gets home!"

good with his tongue

may be somewhat trapped in the closet

has literally zero chill

remember when he just casually chased armed robbers??

must be a family trait

Iris interrogates you about your intentions with her brother

she has a gun

you have no privacy at his place

Sholmes crashes your dates

his bromance with Kazuma sometimes drops the "b"

becomes ultra cool eventually

hop into that time machine and date Ryu's ass, but be prepared to deal with period-appropriate homoeroticism and misogyny lol

Extra little shout out to Kazuma Asogi for that one time where he was a defense lawyer for, like, an hour and a half and somehow managed to cram 50 of the horniest one-liners in the game in that very limited time. Date him.

[junicai]

NCT being whipped for miyazu aria for seven minutes ;

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[ NCT 127 Takes a Friendship Test ; Glamour 2020 ]

offscreen: “So, what was your first impression of Aria?” 

Aria pressed herself into Doyoung’s side briefly, muttering a translation of the question into his ear. They had been briefed on the questions beforehand anyway, but she wanted to make sure he understood before he began answering - just in case he had forgotten.

Doyoung tilted his head down to Aria, a mischievous grin making its way onto his face; and it was only then, that Aria remembered exactly how the two had met in the first place. 

Aria started to flush, shaking her head rapidly and burying her face into her hands. “Oh god no,” she whined. 

Doyoung laughed at her, pulling her into his side with an arm over her shoulder and holding her there while he began speaking. 

“Ah, Aria? We met for the first time when Aria was still tiny - well, tinier,” 

“Hey!” 

“And,” Doyoung continued on, laughing, “I had left my jacket in one of the practice rooms. It was a gift from my hyung, so I had gone back to get it even though it was really late. But when I went in to get it, I found Aria, sitting on the floor in the dark with it over her lap instead.” 

At this point, Aria had fully buried her face into Doyoung’s chest, in a futile attempt to hide her reddened cheeks. “I thought it belonged to one of my friends,” she weakly protested, embarrassed by the laughs of the staff members behind the camera. “You scared me when you came in!” 

“You stole my jacket!” 

Aria sent a withering look to the camera. 

“Czennie. Doyoung-oppa doesn’t care if I freeze, I want you to remember this.”

Doyoung gaped at her, yanking her back into his arms with an offended gasp, “Yah, you brat that’s a lie.”

Aria began sliding to the floor, letting her arms go boneless and limp. “You don’t love me!”

Doyoung started to stop with her, trying to hold her up in his arms. “Aria, Aria don’t sit on the floor it’s dirty, get up-”

The music of the other idol groups played quietly through the green room’s speakers, a small television setup in the upper right hand corner allowing the idols inside to monitor the performances outside. 

Renjun tossed a half full water bottle over to Jisung, who was sitting on the floor beside the sofa where Jaemin, Jeno and Aria were; all three of them looking elated yet exhausted. 

Ridin’ was a choreography heavy dance, and although Aria hadn’t many lines in this particular song, she was still struggling to push through the residual pain in her lower back. She had strained it earlier on in the month, pushing herself too far with too little preparation during rehearsals and was paying the price for it.

Most of Aria’s time in the greenroom before their performance was spent ensuring the other boys that yes, she was ok to perform and no, she wasn’t going to sit this one out.

The boys begrudgingly accepted her protests; but that hadnt stopped Jeno ever-so-carefully tugging her onto the sofa once they returned to the greenroom post-performance, gently pushing her to lie her head down on Jaemin’s lap and bringing her legs up into Jeno’s. 

Jisung had wandered over later, eyes stuck to his phone screen but he willingly sacrificed his left hand to hold onto Aria’s when she hissed at the knot Jeno was trying to knead out of her lower back.

Jaemin shushed her softly, running a hand through her hair and untangling strands with his fingers. When Aria’s eyes had clenched shut and a whimper broke out from between her lips, Jeno’s hands froze in their movements, instantly bending closer to whisper apologizes.

“No, no it’s okay,” Aria said, attempting to prop herself up. 

Jaemin pressed her back down, her head staying in his lap. “Stop it, let Nono help.”

She knew that there was something more to say, but having awknowledged that their current circumstances were not the best to have such a discussion, he settled for carding a hand through her hair again. 

Aria let her eyes drift closed, hand still curled in Jisung’s, and legs pillowed in Jeno’s lap. 

Who’s name do you think matches their appearance? 

Kun pressed his lips together, thinking. 

“Hm, all of the members put a lot of thought into their stage names, so they all fit very well,” he hummed, eyes flickering between the paper and the camera. 

He took in a breath, clearly torn. 

“Ah!” he exclaimed, looking up to the camera. “Aria, her name fits her really well; Akari is such a beautiful name and it compliments her personality perfectly. She’s really like a fruit sometimes - she’s always cheerful and energetic, like she’s on a constant sugar rush. Very sweet.” the smile that overtook Kun’s features was nothing sort of soft. 

He quickly scribbled down Aria’s name in Hangul, before rolling the pen into the middle of his palm and straightening up again.

“Yiyang, is her Chinese name - she asked me to give her one last year. And you shouldn’t listen to Winwin, her full name is Qian Qiuyue, ok?”

Kun was laughing at himself now, picking back up the pen and moving to read the next question.

a/n: i know mr qian kun did NOT just say aria was fruity. 

aria nct lgbt sub-unit confirmed

Renjun was sat beside Aria on a single piano stool, shoulders pressed together as she leaned forwards to try and make sense of the notes written on the pages in front of her. 

“You know the basics, right?” Renjun questioned, hand coming out to flip forward in the music book a few pages. The single crotchet notes quickly turned into more complex rhythms, and from the side of his vision he could see Aria paling slightly.

He turned his head to look at her, “Riri, c’mon I know you know more than Mary had a Little Lamb, you can’t stay at beginner level forever.”

“Yes I can.” Aria sulked. 

Renjun sighed. “You were the one who asked me to teach you.” 

“Yes! When I thought it would be easier than this, my fingers just don’t do what they’re meant to do!”

“That’s why I’m here!” Renjun cut off her tirade. “I’m not going to laugh at you if you make mistakes - you’re learning, and everyone makes mistakes when they’re learning.”

“Promise?”

He ruffled her hair slightly, “Promise. Now here, look, this one isn’t difficult you’ll manage this one fine.”

“Injunnie.”

“Mm?”

“-nevermind, okay just. How do I?”

Renjun lifted his hands onto the keys of the piano, showing her the placement of her fingers and getting her to copy him. Aria did so, and then he was running her slowly, step-by-step through the first few bars of the piece, catching her when she played dud notes and clapping softly when she played through without stuttering. 

Soon enough, Aria was playing a simplistic but solid melody line with her right hand, basic accompanying chords with her left, and Renjun was staring at the side of her face; head tilted slightly to the left and a small, barely-there proud glint in his eye. 

 [BUBBLE UPDATE 210205 ]

ARIA~~

czennie

i heard about the tiny horse

do u think they’d let me get one

if i asked nicely??

“Jae, Jae! Jaehyun!” Aria coughed out the older boy’s name, throwing a glare over her shoulder. “If you insist on leaning your entire bodyweight on me, please don’t throttle me in the process.”

The man only sent a weak apologetic grin her way before his feet slid out from underneath him and he was left grappling at the small girl yet again. 

“You know when you said you wanted me to teach you ice-skating I didn’t know this was how you were planning on murdering me. If I have to die, I’d rather go out with a bang - ya’know? Not death by groupmate, that’s borinG-” Aria’s voice wobbled as she was pulled yet again. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Jaehyun apologized, going so far as to take his hands off her shoulders. “I think I’ve got it now.”

He made it another few steps forward before he was tossed off balance by an eight year old boy rushing past, startling him to the point of jumping backwards.

When Jaehyun’s legs went from underneath him, he flailed his arms in a futile attempt to regain his balance - one of the windmilling arms catching Aria’s extended hands in the process. 

Aria let out a shriek as her skates went as well, tumbling backwards. Her head would have made a harsh impact onto the ice - no arms ready to catch her fall - if it wasn’t for Jaehyun’s hand catching the back of her neck and taking the brunt of the impact. 

Lying on the ground, Jaehyun coughed out a laugh, Aria staring him down. 

All too soon though, Aria joined him in the laughter, head still pillowed on Jaehyun’s arm and the pair of them still lying on their backs on the ice.

“Hello everyone, today I’m with my favourite baby, say hi baby!”

Ten’s grin was audible in his words as he spoke to Aria, who waved before opening her mouth. “Your favourite baby?” 

Ten cooed, “Yes, my favourite baby,” while crossing the floor of the practice room to throw his arms around Aria. 

He rocked her side to side, pressing kisses to the top of her head. 

“And what makes me your favourite? You know Yangie won’t be pleased if he hears he’s been replaced,” Aria lifted her head to look up at Ten. 

“You accept the title of my baby, and are therefore my favourite. You don’t fight my love.” Ten shakes her dramatically side to side, mourning the one-sided relationship. 

Aria only patted his head in solace. “It’s ok. If it’s any consolation the only reason I don’t fight your hugs is because you’re faster than I am.”

Ten let out a pained gasp. “Betrayed by both my babies. How ever will I survive!”

Aria tried to pry his arms away from her shoulders that were shaking with barely-suppressed laughter, worming her way out from his embrace. Ten only tightened his hold, going limp and dragging her onto the floor.

“No...” Ten cried, “I’m dying...”

Aria’s laughter turned to shrieks when he began to tickle her stomach on the skin that was showing from where her t-shirt had lifted up from the movement. 

“No no no no stop Ten, TEN stop I’m sorry I take it back I take it baaack-” 

“Say it!” Ten demanded, unrelenting. 

“I’m your baby! I’m your baby I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Aria was rolling away from his hands, trying to escape but Ten only turned to lie flat on top of her. 

“Exactly.”

a/n: nct world 2.0 gave us so much content of the boys loving aria im :’( smth in the water made aria super cuddly this time around i think she’s after all of their hearts 

- aria collecting nct members like pokemon cards

Immediately after Jungwoo’s defeat, Aria sidestepped to behind Lucas where she fisted her hands in his shirt. 

“Aria! You’re next!” The presenter called out, and soon all the members in OFN has turned to face her. 

She poked her head around to see Yuta standing at the arm wrestling table already, tongue between teeth and grinning at her partially hidden form. 

Aria squeaked and ducked back behind Lucas. “Noo,” she moaned, already knowing what was going to happen.

To their credit, Johnny and Jungwoo tried their best to bolster her spirits before she emerged, but Aria still shuffled up to the table with her head tucked down, paying no attention to the calls of support from the boys behind her. 

Yuta rolled his sweater sleeve up again, and Aria looked up to meet his eyes.

“Onii-chan~” she tried, biting her lip to stop the laughter from bursting out. 

Yuta brought a hand up to his mouth before turning away, eyes wide. Aria could hear the cheers of cute! from her teammates behind her; Yuta’s teammates doing their level best to convince him not to cave under Aria’s widened eyes. 

“Onii-chan, you know I’m not very strong,” Aria made sure to heighten her voice’s register a bit, and stuck out her bottom lip, “Can you go easy on me?” 

Aria could hear Mark calling out to Yuta to not fall for it.

“Yah!” Aria dropped her voice back to her normal register, yelling out to Mark. “Stop it this is all I have!” 

The laughter was heard from across the field from the members in the tents, and Aria was left to sadly shuffle her way closer to the table and interlink her hand with Yuta’s. 

He sent her a consoling smile, the referee blew the whistle and then Aria was pushing with all her might against Yuta. Her legs came up like Renjun’s did, face scrunched up with the effort before the back of her hand met the plastic-covered table and Yuta was announced the victor. 

He quickly made his way around the table, wrapping Aria in a hug and picking her up to spin her around. Aria only giggled at him, sticking her tongue out at Ten who called Yuta out for fraternizing with the enemy.

Aria knew that a springboard worked off of your downward momentum, so it seemed perfectly logical to assume that if she barreled her bodyweight into the jump, then she would make it high enough to get over the 200cm vault. 

She’d made it over the previous heights with varying degrees of success, but the new towering height was throwing her off a bit. Cheers came from both her teammates sitting down beside the mat as well as the other members sitting in the shade. 

“Aria! Challenge accepted!” she called out, pumping her fist into the air. 

From the corner of her eye, Aria could see Johnny leaning forward with his hands on his knees, watching carefully as she ran up to the springboard. Lucas was in a similar position, was it not for the wide grin he sported.

Beginning her run she tried to use up as much speed as possible, sprinting to the vault before jumping with her feet together onto the springboard and allowing it to propel her up and over the vault.

However what she had failed to account for; was the length of her arms. 

Aria made it over the 190cm vault, but her fingertips barely scraped the top and it left her with a choice of either trying to become Superman and face-planting into the mat on the other side, or bringing her legs together prematurely and hope she didn’t lose a leg. 

She couldn’t hear the gasps that left everyone’s mouth once her hands missed the top of the vault, missing the way Lucas moved closer to the mat with a jerk forward. 

Bringing her legs closed, Aria swung her bodyweight forward and grappled behind her for the vault in a panic. A yelp left her mouth as her hand caught on the rung and she tucked it back into her body when her feet met the edge of the mat.

Unstable, Aria toppled backwards with her hands stretching out behind her again to prevent herself from falling. Her back landed against the vault, and she knocked it over, falling on top of the now-split pieces. 

Despite it all, Aria was laughing hysterically, hands coming up to cover her face as she tried to hide her flaming red cheeks. An arm extended to her and she hoisted herself out of the middle of the vault, soon coming to rub at her back.

“Does that count?” Aria could hear the presenters asking should she be disqualified for knocking over the vault even after landing, but she was more concentrated on the hand on her back that was guiding her to her other teammates, all clapping wilding and cheering. 

“You okay?” Lucas’ voice came in her ear, laughter but also concern audible in his tone. His hand was still rubbing slowly along her back, soothing the reddened skin underneath the t-shirt she was wearing. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” Aria let her head fall forwards as she laughed at the thought of the picture she must have looked, flailing as she barely made it over the vault. “I don’t know if I’ll make it over the next one though.”

“Ah it’s okay. I’ll knock it over too and then I can join you.”

The gate at the back end of the tunnel swung closed with a clang, everyone inside letting out a shout. 

Aria, having been standing in front of Johnny, tucked inside his coat while he back hugged her (she wasn’t built for the cold weather, and the denim jacket she wore was doing nothing to save her from hypothermia) let out a yelp and turned her face into Johnny’s chest.

Johnny pushed her behind him slightly as he turned around to look what had happened, and Aria clung to his waist while the others around them furrowed their eyebrows in confusion. 

Trapped?

a/n: and a bonus clip bc shes was so CUTE during mtopia i couldnt not 

In the emptied dining room, the SuperM members scattered around the different table set ups, searching for the coloured pieces of paper. Taeyong had wandered over to the food counter, while Ten had migrated towards the opposite end of the hall.

Baekhyun could see the other members in various locations; all apart from one. 

“Oh? Aria, where did you go?” 

The youngest member was no where to be found, and Baekhyun’s question gathered the attention of Taemin and Mark who were standing nearby. Mark tilted his head in a question, eyebrows lifted and then furrowed when he too looked around for the girl and couldn’t find her.

“I’m here!”

Baekhyun let out a small scream, jumping back from the table he was standing beside.

Beneath the tablecloth poked out Aria’s head, a sheepish smile on her face when she realized she’d scared her leader. 

“I thought there might be some clues underneath, so I wanted to check.” she explained, slowly shuffling out from underneath the table. 

“Baekhyun hyung did she scare you?” Jongin teased, as Taemin cooed over the adorable picture Aria made as she straightened up and brushed off the dust from her skirt. 

Baekhyun floundered, spluttering “What? No! I don’t get scared.” 

He puffed out his chest theatrically.

“Sorry oppa, I didn’t mean to scare you~” Aria said through suppressed laughter, coming over to hug him around the waist.

Baekhyun deflated slighty, “Ah, it’s okay,” he grumbled, petting her hair. 

thank you for watching ! - haechanieski

[sunaswife]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎

“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

[babvblue]

ok u big weenie 🤍 + tommy & mal and tai & noah <3

 & you say you're the annoying one . i’m the annoying one bc i can’t do anything normally so we’re getting all the ‘volumes’ <3 i’d apologise for the length that is under the cut but we both know i am not sorry <3

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU  ft  vol. 1  +  vol. 2  +  vol. 3 

TOMMY & MAL

volume one

who is the most affectionate? personally i think both of them are as equally affectionate but bc tommy is a physical touch boy , he’s more physically affectionate . while mal is more emotional affectionate . same but different !

who initiates the handholding? you guessed it , thomas ‘gentle giant with physical touch as his love language ’ connelley 

who worries more for the other? tommy worries like a normal person worries ya know. worries that she’s overworking herself bc she’s never been able to simply stop & that girl’s in the medical field & worries if there’s something wrong . ya know, normal things ! but mal definitley worries more about thomas connelley bc ... it’s thomas connelley & he MAY be doing well but he’s been through some shit ya know . also mal has always been the mom of the group so <3

who is more likely to ask for help? i WOULD have said 100% malia schafer bc tommy would rather Die than admit he needed help . but then thomas went to therapy & actually did the work & kept up with said work so honestly ... both are just as likely .  if not actually mr thomas connelley more so now 

who is the one always losing the keys? m..al ... but only bc that girl works shift work at a hospital & is allowed to be tired & forgetful & it wouldn’t be ALWAYS , just sometimes 

who leaves little love notes for the other? never forget thomas connelley leaving mal lil post it notes with silly lil drawings & short notes for her to find in her things & around the place

who can’t sleep unless the other is there? thomas :/ don’t know why he ever thought he could survive without her honestly

who is more likely to propose to the other? thomas connelley !!!! he is a GENTLEMAN , even if it takes him 35464574523 years

who introduced the other to their family first? mal got introduced to tommy’s mum & sister first but that’s only bc mal’s family was in america . i imagine if they had been in the same place ... i think maybe thomas would have met mal’s family first bc thomas was a sneaky secretive lil shit & it took quite a while for him to take her back home to meet them anyway 

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? thomas do be a physical touch boy but i think this one’s gotta go to miss malia schafer 

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? i could say both & i wouldn’t be wrong . before , when they were at uni together , it was 100% mal keeping tommy fed & hydrated . now , tommy maybe reminding mal a little more but it can still be mal when tommy’s got a big project & she’s off .

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? personally i think no one would risk saying shit about mal around tommy just bc that man is 6′4 & looks mean so for that reason alone i think mal’s probably gotten more of a chance to stand up for tommy .

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? it’s shocking but it’s tommy . they’re not BIG surprises , just small ones . like lil weekend trips or her favourite things when she comes home or just nights out , things like that ya know . but he did surprise her with a trip to paris after he graduated to tell her he was moving to america to be with her so like ... maybe also big surprises .

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? mal’s the type of dork who’d make tommy pinky promise & like the soft boy he is , he’d do it happily & keep it 

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? tommy connelley <3

volume two

who is the little spoon? it’s not that tommy is opposed to being the little spoon , there will be times when he is & he’ll be happy to be , but more often than not it’s mal 

who sings in the shower? no offence but i don’t think i’ve ever imagined thomas connelley singing . that man is a hummer AT MOST . so mal !

who plays pranks on the other? i ... don’t think either of them are pranksters ?? just not the vibe . neither <3

who is the one who listens to pop music? .... mal ..... just bc .... i bet she loves a good pop song & you know what ?? she’s right to !!

who brings the other a random cup of joe? probably mal but only bc tommy works from home mostly 

who picks the cheesy movies for date night? thomas !! connelley !! & it’s ALWAYS an animated movie !! & they are not cheesy !! he’s been known to pick the same movie more than once bc mal is horrible at staying fucking awake , he thinks she’ll see them in full eventually if he keeps putting them on 

who is more likely to feed the other in public? okay neither , they aren’t about that life 

who gives the other random little compliments? i think they both are good at giving each other lil random compliments here & there okay , they’re just 2 soft kids ya know

who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? mal & tommy doesn’t bat an eye over it . might even nudge his plate closer to her so she can reach easier .

who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? neither of them had a car when they were at uni , they simply took the train everywhere or got an uber/taxi places if they had to go out bc everything was within walking distance . & now i personally think even if they might have their own cars , neither of them blink an eye at letting the other take their car bc they may as well be shared 

who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? it’s a shared thing , they both put down things as they need over time so once it gets to shopping day they don’t have to think much about it

who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? they are both very good at looking after the other whenever they’re sick but since mal’s a doctor ..... mal 

who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? mal grew up in a house full of Boys so like ... mal probably knows more than tommy does when it comes to watching american football & they probably only watch it during the superbowl . so mal when tommy moved to the states & he still doesn’t really get what happens & why the hell it takes so gd long but he’s just there for the ride . very much prefers his football ( soccer ) .

who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? it can change depending , but i think miss mal pulls that giant man off the couch to dance with her more often than not

who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? i honestly do not think that either of them are the type to be late . tommy takes about 4 seconds to get ready & mal’s got her life too together to be out here running late but i reckon mal’s more likely to just gently remind tommy bc even though he takes 4 seconds to get ready he waits until they have like half an hour before they gotta leave to start

who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? neither of them would but if ANYONE was to get one it would probably be tommy getting mal’s 

volume three

who cooks meals for the other? i hate myself for not remembering if mal’s a decent cook or not but for right now i’m going to say she can , you can fight me if it’s wrong later . so ... i’m going to say it can be them taking turns & it depends what their schedules are doing . mal will cook if tommy’s busy & she’s free but tommy will make mal a lil something before & after work .

who spams the other with memes? i personally see them as a pair that ... don’t . maybe the odd one every so often .

who likes to tidy around the house? it’s been 3459346 years , i’m so sorry , i can’t remember if mal’s a neat girl but in my brain she has neat girl vibes . permission to fight me x2 if it’s wrong 

who asked the other to move in with them? not gonna lie , tommy basically invited himself to live with mal & she just had to deal with it bc the boy booked a whole trip to paris just to insert himself into her life whether she wanted it or not

who is in charge of the music during a car ride? mal bc tommy prefers to drive

who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? thomas connelley & he has an unfair advantage bc he is a fucking giant & mal is tiny . she truly stands no chance against him .

who needs to hold the other during scary movies? hate to be that person & go with the obvious just bc but i’m gonna go with mal 

who has to help the other when it comes to technology? both of them are good with technology but ... tommy works with it a bit more bc graphic design & concept design so he’s gotta be kinda techy so for that reason alone , tommy helps mal if she needs it

who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? i .... neither . mal isn’t a terror ( unlike sOME ) and tommy might be a physical touch boy but he’s not into pda . there might be lil comments whispered into each others ears at the end of a night SOMETIMES but i’d say that’s about all that happens

who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? depends on mal’s shifts again . sometimes it’s her waking up first , sometimes it’s him . & they only wake each other up if they are leaving , otherwise they let them rest .

who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? it’s equal i’d say . started bc they were long distance for so long & photos kept them going & it probably just ... kept happening when they were finally living together .

who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? neither of them are that forgetful so for this i am going to simply say neither !!

who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? they sleep well at night bc thomas connelley sleeps like a little baby with mal there so that means mal also gets to sleep like a lil baby .

who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? tommy will argue HE is the better gamer bc he is a gamer . & seeing as though they were once banned from game night & take things far too seriously & are far too competitive , there would be no mercy shown .

who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? you said “whoever is the least subtle” & i literally do not know who that is when it comes to these two . so i’m just going to mal would accidentally wake tommy up bc they have a massive bear of a dog on the bed and him getting up to follow mal would be the reason why tommy wakes up .

TAI & NOAH 

volume one

who is the most affectionate? just from what i know currently , i’m going to say sir tai rakena . but only bc he is very open & very laidback so he doesn’t overthink anything

who initiates the handholding? for the same reasons as above , tai <3

who worries more for the other? listen , i have no doubt that noah is a v caring person & she would care & worry about tai . but i imagine that it’s tai that’s the one worrying over noah more . she’s got a lot going on & a lot to figure out ya know .

who is more likely to ask for help? even though tai has a habit of being an Independent Boy who handles things on his own ( & usually does so successfully ) , he isn’t afraid to ask for help or admit he needs help . 

who is the one always losing the keys? tai :/ he do be a bit forgetful honestly

who leaves little love notes for the other? i don’t know why but i feel like miss noah has love note vibes

who can’t sleep unless the other is there? idk how to say this but tai will sleep anywhere & everywhere so it’d be noah if it was going to be either of them

who is more likely to propose to the other? tai’s probably the type to just vibe out & not get married but like .... he may as well be . you know , mr ‘ why do we need a piece of paper to tell us we’re married , we already are . ’

who introduced the other to their family first? both of them seem big family people so it could honestly be a toss up & since they’re both from coston bay it’s likely they already know each other’s families so there wouldn’t be any like ‘official’ introduction . but i think maybe they’d ease in with tai’s family just bc it’s .... smaller 

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? tai playing with noah’s hair ,  confirmed . he’s got a sprinkling of physical touch 

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? i’m going to go with tai doing lil check ups with noah that she’s eating & drinking . nothing big ! just subtle lil comments here & there ya know , things more where it’s more him going ‘ i haven’t had lunch yet , wanna meet up & get something ? ’

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? going off of my limited knowledge , i’m gonna go with tai . simply bc he does not give a shit & will call people out left , right & centre no matter what .

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? that would be tai once again . but more in the way he gets an idea & just runs with it , not a BIG planner . he’ll just show up 1 day & say , yeah we’re going on a road trip , surprise ! <3

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? honestly ? tai probably . but like as a joke

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? acts of service street rat soft boy tai rakena 

volume two

who is the little spoon? miss noah <3

who sings in the shower? my immediate reaction is tai just bc i ... know he would . it COULD potentially be both . but i know for certain it is a tai thing to do 

who plays pranks on the other? once again , tai former street-rat rakena . but just stupid innocent lil things . nothing over the top & idiotic 

who is the one who listens to pop music? you know what ? tai’s not ashamed of admitting he likes pop music , that shit is a vibe sometimes . but idk if this is a good thing or not but ... noah also gives me pop girlie vibes (in a good way)

who brings the other a random cup of joe? tai will show up with coffee & a snack for noah when she’s working

who picks the cheesy movies for date night? i think noah would be on movie picking duty bc tai’s a lil annoying bitch & would say something like ‘i’ll watch whatever you wanna watch, i’m easy’

who is more likely to feed the other in public? not like FEED per-say , but tai will hand noah things to eat just bc & just bc he likes sharing

who gives the other random little compliments? very much tai bc miss noah needs it and deserves it !!

who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? i think tai is likely more inclined to reach over a swipe some of noah’s food

who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? i .... tai’s got his stupid truck largely for work but he wouldn’t be bothered lending it to noah in case she needed something bigger to transport things around

who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? that feels very much like a noah thing . tai just goes in there blind & hopes that he doesn’t forget anything he actually needed

who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? this feels like a both situation . i think they’re both equally likely to bc i know tai would since he helps/helped ani a lot so he kinda has it built into him to look after people

who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? tai might have been born in america but his dad is a kiwi through & through & they are likely a big rugby fam so i imagine tai’s gotta explain to noah about what the hell is going on if she was ever to go round & an ab’s game was on

who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? you said noah’s selfconscious & i do not know if that goes into ... being a lil nervy , but in my brain this is a tai thing to do .

who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? 100% noah . tai’s too relaxed & i imagine it stresses people out sometimes . boy needs a hurry along sometimes & honestly ? he deserves it be clapped at to get a move on .

who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? tai lmao. he wouldn’t , but like he also would

volume three

who cooks meals for the other? i don’t know noah’s cooking habits but tai would happily cook noah a meal . wouldn’t be anything IMPRESSIVE but it’d be edible & decent !

who spams the other with memes? maybe not SPAM but tai probably would be more likely

who likes to tidy around the house? i. ..... noah . tai’s a messy , unorganised boy :/

who asked the other to move in with them? i imagine tai would be more likely to be more forward about it 

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride? might chop & change honestly . but tai believes in passenger seat control so it’d depend who drives & who’s in the passenger seat ! 

who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? tai <3 get the girl laughing & smiling ya know 

who needs to hold the other during scary movies? i...feel like noah would hold onto tai . tai’s sitting there making about 5 different expressions in the span of 0.5 seconds

who has to help the other when it comes to technology? i think both of them are likely decent but noah might need to show tai how to use things here & there (but more like social media - he’s decent but like not extremely up to date)

who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? he wouldn’t try anything but tai’s probably more likely to say something to noah when they are out in public . possibly just to get her a lil blushy & a lil stupid smiley

who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? depends on what’s happening !! tai’s a heavy sleeper & sleeps for a very long time if he’s just left to his own devices so noah would likely wake up before him unless he was going with her to surf in the morning !

who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? i like to imagine tai taking many , many photos of noah bc that girl is STUNNING & he thinks she’s also real cute

who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? tai is more likely to forget his wallet :/ so sorry noah :/ he’d offer to pay her back though !!

who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? if it was going to be anyone , it’d probably be noah

who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? tai’s a video game boy .... so maybe him . he’d also possibly go a little easier on noah when they played together but not go as far as letting her win . he just wouldn’t want to risk thrashing her OISHFNLKSG

who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? tai’s more likely to try get out of bed sneakily without disturbing her before walking into something & causing chaos

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

part two to this :)

request for @mediocre--writing and @castielle711 <3

the heist

—

to say john harrington was a kindhearted and devoted father would be a lie. he was in his robe and slippers on a tuesday while his son was going through something serious off who knows where. the guy obviously didn’t like hopper or joyce, even more obviously believed he was above them. wouldn’t even acknowledge billy.

“harrington, where is steve?” hopper demanded. his hands were up in a mock surrender under mr. harrington’s glower.

“he was causing mayhem,” john dismissed and went to close the door. billy stepped back with the ghost of a smirk when joyce immediately deflected the door with a fist. hopper held a hand out as of to refrain her. she shoved him back without looking over.

“you will tell us where he is, and then you will bring him back. now!” she poked his chest.

mr. harrington rolled his eyes but he relented, “the church took care of it. i’m not sure where they took him.”

hopper gently pulled billy back, “the church?”

the door shut and locked without anymore talk.

billy cleared his throat, “i have a feeling i’m not the only one who’s thinking this.” hopper and joyce turned around and regarded him as though they had been struck. “but i don’t think the church are the right sort to deal with harrington’s ptsd.”

“no,” joyce brushed her hair back, “they’re not.”

hopper dug his keys out of his pocket, “i gotta go meet up with murray. if anyone’ll know what this shit is about, it’s him.”

—

hopper didn’t let joyce or billy follow him through to visit murray. and when he returned he was fuming.

“it’s equivalent to torture what they’ll do to him.” hopper jammed the key in and twisted it to start the engine. joyce covered her mouth and reminded billy of how a chihuahua shakes.

“he doesn’t deserve this,” her voice muffled against her palms. “and after the russians ordeal.” she shook her head and hopper leaned back into his chair as though already accepting some part of defeat.

“i won’t blame him if he never recovers from all this.”

billy leaned forward, “don’t know if this is the wrong time. but…russians?”

joyce sat up and wiped at her face, “oh, right. you don’t know yet.” billy made a disgruntled face.

hopper u-turned back onto the road, “strap in, son. both metaphorically and literally.”

—

the building was bleak and crumbling. billy almost thought he’d seen it before in the black and white horror tapes his mother would play on halloween nights years ago. not a plant or even a weed alive on the lawn. there was definitely a basement, there were barred windows that proved it.

hopper, once again, returned in a fit of internalized rage. “they’re not budging. the nuns here are like statues and the pastor looks like the boogie man came to life.”

joyce covered her mouth again, “oh god.”

billy opened the van door and eyed the rectangular windows aligning the church’s perimeter. “what if i look through those windows and see if i can find steve? we’ll work through it from there.”

“absolutely not,” hopper turned in his seat with a finger already pointed out for scolding.

at the same time joyce perked up interestedly with brightened eyes, “it’s worth a shot!”

hopper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “joyce, we can’t risk it.”

joyce slapped the man’s shoulder, “we need to get steve out of here. and if that includes taking risks, than so be it.” she crossed her arms and winked at billy before he took the hint and left the vehicle before hopper lost his lid.

it was dusty as hell with all the upturned road and falling stone from the bell tower. when he was low enough he could tell that the bars were rusted. the rooms inside were overly lit up. as though they wanted to be able to see through the windows.

the first room was empty but he could already tell it was meant to be used as a sort of cell. he blanched at the thought that steve was being held in one. with all the shit he heard, this was certainly not a safe place for steve’s head to be stuck in.

the next one held a middle aged blonde woman. winkles adorned her forehead while the rest of her was oddly smooth. she looked at him and then away, uninterested.

the next one held a boy no older than eight with shaggy, dark hair. colorful sketches and drawings were attached around the walls of the room. rainbows and animals and buildings from dreams and memories. definitely nothing found around the location presently.

finally, the next window he looked through held steve harrington. his hair was droopier and his face was hidden, but it was no doubt steve harrington. he was dressed in grey woolen trousers and what looked to be a simple cotton dress shirt neatly tucked in. whether it was what he’d been dressed in when admitted or not, billy never would find out. his face was obscured due to the fact that he seemed to be crying into his own bent knees.

he bolted back to hopper’s van and knocked repeatedly on the window before it was rolled down. hopper got out while joyce made her way over to the driver’s seat. ready to make a getaway.

“i found him,” billy mentioned as hopper gathered a crow bar. he watched after pointing to the correct window as hopper managed to pry off the old and rotting material. when they leant down to check the situation inside they were both startled to find steve standing directly under them and staring unsurely.

hopper knelt on the ground, obviously not caring about the sharper gravel pieces against his knees. “come on, steve, let’s get you out of here.” harrington didn’t make any sort of move, just gaped with wide, wide eyes. “can you open the window?”

it was then that steve jumped into action, he reached up and flung a clasp over before shoving the window open. he immediately had shaky hands pushing the screen out before grabbing onto the edges of the window. a door swung open behind him and yelling broke out.

someone on the other side grabbed harrington’s legs just as billy grappled into both of his hands.

“kick, harrington,” he ordered as he yanked with all his might. nothing much budged until steve started squirming with his brute force on the opposite end.

with a few moments time and hopper’s assistance, steve was out and panting. he clung to billy and didn’t let go all the way to the van. he had to pull them both up and into it so hopper could close the door. it was messy and there would be a few bruises from hitting the ends of different parts of the car, but steve was solid beside him.

he couldn’t say he was annoyed by the desperate hug-like attachment steve was frozen in around billy’s waist. although, it was obvious steve was horrified and even more traumatized, and that just made billy want to back and kick the idiot people’s teeth in.

he smoothed steve hair back with gentle touches all while whispering to him. “you’re with us now. you’re with your real family, steve. you’re safe now. all safe. we won’t let them get you again.” he slowly wrapped his finger around steve’s limp one. “i pinky promise.”

hopper smiled at him while billy begrudgingly stuck his tongue out. he didn’t stop giving attention to steve though, didn’t even think about it, even through hopper’s silent teasing. joyce radiated pride and maternal engrained worry as she constantly checked on all three of them.

he watched the old man buckle his seat belt, “one more stop and then we’re all out of here,” he promised.

steve whispered thickly against billy’s shoulder, didn’t even lift his head, “all of us?”

“all of us,” joyce accentuated, “i’d die before it were any other way.”

[adezahnae]

My Protector (Part 1)

A/N: Hello! This is my first series for Ten!! I hope this story doesn’t flop😭😭

Warning: sexual tension, grouping of the breasts, neck kissing, Ten is gonna be a bit cocky.

Next Chapter ->

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

I walked up the stairs to me and husband’s house and I see two men by our door. I widened my eyes and exclaimed my husband’s name. “Jake? Jacob!!” He then came out the door and let me by the two men. “She’s my wife, don’t worry.” He said. “My apologies, Mrs. Kang.” One of the security guards said. He took my hand and led me into the house.

“Jake? What the hell is all of this?” I asked. “I told you, since I’m running for president now, we are gonna need more security.” He said. I sigh. “Okay fine. This a good measurement anyways...” I said looking around. “I know right?” He smiled.

Just when I was about to speak again, I was met with a dangerously handsome man.. “Y/n, this is Ten. Your personal bodyguard.” My husband smiled. “M-My what now?” I asked astonished. “Since you are the wife of a future president, you will also need protection.” He explained. I nodded my head and walked up to shake his hand.

“H-Hello, Uh I-I’m-“ “Y/n. I know.” He said cutting me off. I was taken back by his sudden outburst. “My apologies..” I said bowing. “I hope you take good care of me.” I smiled. He grinned a little. “I will, no worries at all...” He said. Why did that shoot a spark in me?

“Okay well Y/n, you can carry on your day. I’ll be out.” He said walking to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked following him out the door. He turned around. “I’m going out to handle some business sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.” He said. “So....you’re leaving me with a stranger?” I whispered the last part. I heard a chuckle from behind me.

“Stranger is not the word I’ll use when it comes to me. I’d say acquaintance instead.” Ten said. My husband laughed and smiled at me. “You heard him. Don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long. I’ll be back.” He said with that charming smile. I smiled and nod. “Okay. I love you!” I said. He smiled. “Bye Bye, Y/n.” He kissed me on the forehead and got in his car with the other guards.

After his car pulled off, I walked back into the house and shut the door. I walked to my office and sat down my things. The entire time, Ten was right behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “Is there a problem?” He asked. “N-No! I’m just not..used to someone watching over me...” I said. He hummed and sat down on the couch in my office.

“Well Mrs. Kang. You must get used to this if you don’t wanna die.” He said. “D-Die?” I asked. He laughed. “Wow...you’re so innocent. You don’t even know about death.” He said. I furrowed my eyebrows. “I do know about death!” I defended. “Have you witnessed it?” He asked. “I-I....Well—“ he laughed again and sat back against the couch.

He removed his gun from himself and sat it down. I gasped when he removed it. “Wow...you’re one jumpy girl.” He said with a smile. Wow...that smile....I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. I tripped over my heel and almost fell hitting my head on my desk. Ten quickly got up and caught me by my waist. As he caught me, he pulled my hips to his causing me to moan.

I quickly covered my mouth, hoping he wouldn’t hear but it was too late. “Ahh, was that a moan?” He asked me. “U-Um n-no? Why?!” I stammered. He lightly chuckled and pulled me up closer. He mouth was next to my ear. “You like this don’t you?” He whispered. I whimpered at the feeling of his breath over my ear.

His lips were now attached to my neck, forming a deep red mark on it. I gasped and moaned out. He took his hands and placed them over my breasts. He then pulled away. I whimpered at the feeling of his body away from mines and I turned to him.

He smirked at the pout on my face. “You’re so cute....” He said. “W-Why did you do that!? Do you know who you work for?!?” I exclaimed out, finally realizing I have the upper hand. “I protect a woman who is in need of a man’s touch. I know that much.” He stated. I closed my mouth and narrowed my eyes.

“You don’t know anything about my love life NOR personal life!” I said. “So why didn’t you push me away when I kissed your neck? Matter fact, why didn’t you push me away when I held you by your waist?” He asked completely calm about the situation.

I stood there in silence, not having a comment. “Hm.” He hummed as he finally won the argument. I sat down in my chair and just started working. I avoided all eye contact with him and typed up some things. He was a charming young boy. Was he even young? I don’t know, but he was right. I do need a touch of a man but he’s here to protect me, not make me feel good. Or can he do both?

I didn’t realize that I was now biting my lips while thinking of all the dirtiest things. The way his hands held my breasts the way I liked and...his lips on my neck. I traced my fingers over the mark where he kissed me at and bit my lip more.

Ten sat there in amusement, watching your every move and action. You must’ve forgot that he was there. He leaned back and enjoyed the view. You then gasped and yank your hand away from your neck, remembering, he was right there..

“I...Um..” I mumbled. He only chuckled and got up from his seat. I got up from my seat and grabbed my purse and phone. “Uhh I have to go and attend a meeting, with a friend at lunch in 10 minutes...” I said rushing out the room. “You might want to cover that.” He said referring to my hickie. “O-Oh! I’ll..fix it in the car.” I said. We got outside the door and walked to my car. He opened the door for me and I got in. He entered after me and shut the door.

I shut the window to the front seats and took my mirror and makeup. I covered up the marking and quickly put everything up. “You know..if you want more, you can just ask.” He whispered with a smirk. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself in my seat. “Ten, can we keep this professional? Please?” I asked unsure in my own voice. He notices. “Okay. Professional...” he said. He leaned back in his seat and watched the outside. What is getting into me all of a sudden?