#not expecting anyone to care about this or anything this just took 4 fucking ever and I like it so yeah

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Woaaaaaaaa cat oc stuff be upon ye

Edit: ALMOST FORGOT but I used @official-darkforest 's cat head stamps as a base for these! So so so useful.

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 8 - Catharsis

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? 

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 4,900

Warnings: self-deprecating thoughts, thoughts of death, heavy drinking, use of alcohol and sexual behavior as coping mechanisms. you know it's what you can expect from a blitzo-centered chapter. this happens right after the ozzie's chapter.

Blitzø is going to die alone. 

He’s going to die alone and no one will attend his funeral or even visit his grave other than to spit on it and his gravestone will read ‘Here Lies Blitzo Buckzo’ and nothing more because no one will be there to tell them to cross out the O and he most certainly won’t be a beloved anything. He'll just stay Blitzo Buckzo, forever.

And Blitzo Buckzo fucking sucks. 

Sometimes he wishes he was able to think before he spoke. He never does much of that and he’s aware he’d probably have refrained from hurting half the people he’s hurt if he could just keep his damn mouth shut. He didn’t think about this all that much… except for when he did. 

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? 

Her voice rings in his head non-stop, like one of those annoying fucking church bells he’d come across once in the living world that ring every single hour, making it unable for its existence to be forgotten.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? 

It rings over and over again, stubborn, and it just won’t fucking go away.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? 

Blitzø drives home on his own, but not in silence. He turns the radio on and the volume up until he figures it must be loud enough that he’ll have trouble hearing his own thoughts. It doesn’t work. The shit thing about thoughts is that they’re not something you can just turn off when you get sick of them. They follow you everywhere, all the time, inconvenient and impossible to get rid of. He proceeds to ignore the songs that come on in favor of mumbling incoherent things under his breath in a desperate attempt to reassure himself that he’s not bothered by everything that just happened.  Things like I can think about people’s fuckin’ feelings and think you’re so much better than me, well fuck you and rich fuckin’ asshole thinks he’s hot shit and probably suckin’ face right now. 

You know, things that prove he doesn’t care one bit. 

Whatever.

He parks the van without a care, still too busy mumbling to himself, leaving it askew, taking up almost half of the parking spot next to his own. The old lady from 22 is gonna be pissed at the inconvenience. Well fuck her too. He doesn’t spare another thought on that. 

He dreads the walk up the stairs to the apartment, wishing he lived somewhere with an elevator, or in a house, or in a super sick fancy mansion where he used money as toilet paper when he took a shit because he was just that rich. Actually, scratch that, that sounds uncomfortable. At least his shitty apartment with limited hot water and four flights of stairs before it had real toilet paper, and it was the nice kind even, he always made sure of it even if it was a little more expensive. 

His little luxuries start to sound stupid when he’s been spending so much time around Stolas and all his fancy stuff.

When he opens the door and enters the apartment, his first immediate thought is to knock on Loona’s door. He groans once as he walks towards it and then once again when he spots the note she left taped to it. ‘Tex invited me to a party. Don’t wait up.’ Yeah of course he fucking did.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? 

Does he? 

He does. He thinks he does, at least. Maybe not all the time, but why else would he have said those things to her other than to protect her feelings? It’s not his fault if she was setting herself up for heartbreak. She needed to kill those feelings and if she wouldn’t then he would, fuck being the bad guy. In fact, fuck her too! He could so think about other people’s feelings.

He groans a third time at the thought of spending the night all alone, because he already knows what being alone makes out of him, and he doesn't like it one bit. If he could, he’d never be alone, not even for a single second, ever. Maybe that way he wouldn’t be so pathetic and so sad, because that’s what being alone made of him: pathetic and sad. 

It’s why Blitzø used to hate weekends. 

Satan, he fucking hated them. Why couldn’t every day be a work day? Why would they need a break? If it were up to him, there would be no such thing as a weekend. Because on weekends he had nothing to distract him from the ever-growing nothing in the pit of his chest and that wasn’t much fun at all.

Until Y/N accepted the job at I.M.P.

Before that, they used to speak almost exclusively through text, extremely inconsistently. He’s never really been the greatest at texting, but he could spam her with stupid memes and pictures of him doing random things throughout his day and horse doodles that she didn’t seem mad about receiving. They spent a whole year like that, only meeting in person a few times here and there.

When he offered her the job he promised himself not to have any expectations because, well shit, why would she trade in an obviously well-paying job, with her best friend as her boss, where she’d been working for years on end without having to hurt or kill anybody, for whatever it was he was asking her to do? 

But then she said yes.

It wasn’t long until he figured out they weren’t all that different from each other. Apparently, as much as she liked to complain about needing a break, just to annoy him, she dreaded weekends too. Not that she’d just admit that point-blank, but they did go out on on a Friday night after work and she did drink one too many and she sighed and complained about having to go home and it was all so much like him. ‘I don’t wanna be alone, Blitz,’ she’d told him. 

He didn't wanna be alone either.

And so he took her back home and he slept on her couch and he stayed there the next day, keeping her company and, honestly, enjoying hers. 

That’s how their tradition started. Almost every single weekend, the two will find themselves in either of their apartments, in the ugliest clothes they own, to cook or order something extremely greasy and unhealthy and marathon a shit-ton of movies, staying in on Saturday after going out somewhere on Friday. Loona would routinely call it ‘patheticville’ and ‘loser day’ and things like that. 

He doesn't hate weekends anymore. 

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? 

And now he’d fucking gone and done this. 

He still wanted to fight, then. To argue, to scream, to yell. He wanted them to do it too. To get down and dirty and scream back at him. He wanted a reason to react.

Blitzø has always been very good at reacting. 

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than you own?

But how was he supposed to react to that? The thought of grabbing his phone and texting her something along the lines of ‘fuck you and your pet bird too’ crosses his mind for a moment and, shit, maybe he is a prick, and he was gonna die alone wasn’t he? He was sure to if he kept doing this kind of thing. 

And maybe he fucking deserves it. 

Sometimes he wonders just how he’s going to die. Will it be peaceful? He hopes not. He sure as shit does not deserve peaceful. Maybe it could at least be cool. Maybe he could go down in a super badass shootout in the human world or a cool-as-fuck sword fight or something. Or maybe he’ll die in some dumbass way like tripping on the sidewalk and cracking his head open on the pavement. Maybe it’ll be in one of those days when he’ll be climbing up Stolas’ balcony and then he’ll slip and fall and break all his bones only to be found dead on the grass surrounded by ball gags and anal plugs. A stupid send-off for a stupid motherfucker. 

He throws himself on the couch instead and curls up into a ball, wishing he had a big royal-size bed with soft sheets and like three or four fluffy pillows, or even a simple twin-sized one, or at least that the couch was a pull-out. 

He grabs his phone and inevitably goes where he always goes when he feels like this- his ‘people I care about’ folder. He swipes through the various pictures. The ones of himself with I.M.P. in the living world, the one he made Moxxie pose with him for with them pointing their guns at each other, the one with Millie when she still had her long hair. The one from the day of Loona’s adoption, the one he took of Stolas sleeping next to him. The selfie with Verosika, the one he secretly took of Y/N watching the screen when he first showed ‘Spirit’ to her. 

And then he lands on the one. The one with Barbie and his mom. 

Blitzø is a 35 years old single father who kills people for a living. He’s been handling his own shit for almost two decades now. But in this moment… he just wants his mama.

Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? 

What would she have thought of that?

Yeah, he should have known it would be a ‘cry himself to sleep’ kind of night.

Blitzø doesn’t know for how long he’s been passed out when he wakes up disoriented. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, and that probably explains why his body ached so much with how uncomfortable the position he’d slept in was. He wakes up with the barking sounds of Loona’s special ringtone and scrambles to pick it up. 

“Loonie baby? You alright? Did something happen to you, are you hurt?”

“No, Blitz. I just- can you just come pick me up?” She sounds like she’s been crying. Fuck, no, his baby needs him. No time to be sad.

He’s up in a second. “On my way. Send me the address.” He hangs up, searching for his car keys (which he found between the couch seats) and running down the stairs.

Loona went two rings down to Gluttony for this party. It makes sense, he supposes. He’s more of a Lust Ring party kind of guy himself, but he’s heard Gluttony parties got crazy. He accelerates as fast as the shitty van will let him and gets there pretty quickly, only to find her outside, still crying.

He rolls down the window before he even stops the car completely. “Hey, Loonie. How ya doin’, you alright?”

She wipes a tear with the back of her hand and enters the car with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, I’m fine! I just wanna go.” She sounds anything but fine.

He’s about to ask her what happened when some fuckface he definitely doesn’t remember calls him by name. The wrong one. “Hey! That sounds like Blitzo!”

“The ‘O’ is silent, asshole!”

“Hey, I knew it was you! Fuck, man, where you been? You here for the party?”

“No, I’m just here picking up my daughter.”

The guy walks up to Loona’s window, and she hides her face from him with her hands, embarrassed. “Oh, shit, you have a daughter now?”

“Adopted!” She yells out, and it stings a bit, regardless of being objectively true. 

“Oh, man, you’re already leaving? Things just got started! Come in and show us all up again.”

Blitzø groans, annoyed by the insistence. “No, no, thank you, but I think Loonie wants to head back now.” 

Some other weirdo approaches the van, leaning on the passenger’s window. “Huh, the hottie wants to leave?” Come on, right in front of him? 

He instinctively starts to growl. “Watch it.”

“I mean, we could stay a little longer,” Loona tells him.

He sighs. He’s not normally one to turn down a party, especially one with free booze, but he feels that’s probably what he should do.. “I think we need to go, ‘kay? I think it’s been a long night.”

“Well, these people seem to know you. Come on! I think I wanna give this another try. Pleeeeaaase?” She gives him the goddamn puppy dog eyes and she knows he can already hardly resist fulfilling her requests.

Well, if she insists. He could definitely use a drink…

“Okay, fine. Maybe one drink.”

… Or a good old night of drinking to forget.

Blitzø downs two tequila shots before he’s even made it into the house. He downs four beers at rapid speed as soon as he does manage to get inside, crushing the cans and cheering loudly when he was done, and then suddenly he finds himself saying yes to a keg stand. It’s so easy he can do it in his sleep. Fuck being too old for this, he’d never be too old to have fun. And he can handle so much more than a keg stand. “Ha-ha! That was nothing, bitch! Give me a real challenge!”

Beelzebub herself appears in front of him, seemingly materializing out of nowhere (or maybe he’s just drunk), all cheers and neon colors and psychedelic paraphernalia floating around her, and she does challenge him. “Oh yeah? Wanna fucks with the big bitch, imp boy? I got a challenge for ya.” 

Someone somewhere murmurs “He’s gonna die.”

Now that sounds like a challenge he can get behind.

Vortex walks up to them, carrying two huge gallons of something and placing them on the floor between him and the Sin. “Aaaaight, let’s do this! From Bee’s personal supply, the hardest shit there is.” He crouches down to Blitzø’s height. “You ready, my man?” 

Fuck, this better fucking kill him alright. “Bring it, barky! I will drink you under this fucking table, you have no idea what kind of night I’ve had.” He struggles trying to pry the gallon open, and Bee uses her magic or whatever to make them levitate, extending a straw from it. Of course she’d flaunt her magical powers and her easy fucking life to him.

“Alright, shit-talker, but there hasn’t been a soul yet who can beat me at my own game, so you better bring the fire, baby!.” 

“Ohh, is Queen Bee too scawed to lose to a widdle imp like me?” He bets she is. And he bets she’ll be embarrassed when she loses to him (because she is going to lose). Fucking big names like her always are. 

“Oh, okay. Let’s get it on, you little bastard!”

Vortex signs for them to begin and it takes about two seconds for Blitzø to have downed about a fourth of it already, but why stop there? He pulls the straw out and pours the drink straight into his mouth, downing the entirety of it at light speed. He’s so quick Beelzebub even stops chugging her own, amused… Concerned? Noo, no way. Amused. 

He climbs on top of the huge gallon to be at face level with her and properly rub it on her face, high on the adrenaline of it all (and perhaps a little bit on the buzz from the extremely strong drink too). “Yeah, who’s the queen now?”

Loona cheers for him loudly, and it fills him with joy when she proudly yells out “yeah! That’s my dad!” Yeah. That’s damn right. 

Bee lets her own unfinished gallon fall down to the floor and crosses her arms over her chest. Yeah, definitely impressed. “Well, fuck me. That’s a first. I haven’t had a first in a while. That was magical, seriously. Impressive. I tip my crown to you, imp boy. Respect.” Fuck her still calling him imp boy, but she’s actually admitting his victory and shes bowing to him, as she fucking should. 

She howls, every hellhound around following suit, and Blitzø feels on top of the world. 

Why does the world start spinning when you get yourself on top of it? 

He almost falls to the ground, but then he’s getting held up by a bunch of strangers like a cool-as-fuck goddamn rockstar and, shit, why had he stopped getting wasted and doing this kind of thing every night again?

He doesn’t exactly remember when people started doing body shots off of him but he does remember getting freaky with a few of them, which did very little to make him feel good and honestly felt a little gross with the amounts of drinks getting spilled all over and making things rather… sticky, but it was doing wonders to his thought problem. 

Who would have known having four strangers’ tongues inside of you at once could be a great way to muffle the unsolicited thoughts in his head?

The second those people fuck off somewhere else the thoughts come in again, though. Stolas hiding his face in shame behind the menu. Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own? Y/n unable to look him in the eye. Are you worried someday I may have enough of it as well? Fizz is gonna hate him forever. You’re not my real dad! Verosika will always regret him. We could just… talk. Or… watch a movie? Or maybe… cuddle? Y/n’s crying face, Stolas’ disappointed one. Oh, they both had such fuckable faces didn’t they? Which reminded him: he really wanted to fuck someone.

He’s making out with a guy whose name he doesn’t know and whose face he doesn’t even remember when Loona pulls him off of him. “Oh, piss on a dick! What the fuck are you doing, Blitz?”

“This guy,” he grins, pointing to the unnamed man, who now stands still behind him. Wasn’t it obvious?

“It looks like you’re in the middle of a goddamn orgy. Stop!” Oh shit. Loona saw all that? An orgy does sound like some real fucking fun right now. Wait, focus, Loona. Fuck.

“Look, I didn’t expect you to come here and see any of this, Loonie, I’m so sorry, but it’s a party! I’m just having fun with uh… uh…” he turns back around to the man Loona pulled him off of. “The fuck is your name again?”

“Dennis.”

Ew. “Christ on a stick, you would be a Dennis. Get the fuck away from me! I’m not fucking a Dennis tonight. I need a Monica or an Alejandro here, stat.” He’s genuinely surprised that works when some hunky dude pulls him into his huuuge chest. Fuck yeah. “Better.”

Loona punches his Alejandro in the face, and he sincerely doesn’t give a fuck about it, because the world is spinning again, which is weird because this time he does not feel like he’s on top of it at all. In fact, it feels like the world is the meanest dom top ever and he’s a whiny, whiny bottom just sore all over from getting spanked ‘till his ass hurt. Not in a good way.

He falls back on Loona, and she catches him. “You don’t need anyone else sucking your face, freaky weirdo.” She throws him over her shoulder. “You need to drink something other than beelzejuice.”

She pulls him into the van, and she doesn’t rush to get home, because, according to her, she can see he’s already about to throw up. No he’s not, no sir! Ma’am. Loonie. 

Whatever. 

His mind clears a little as they make their way back home, and he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. Thankfully it’s still there.

“The fuck are you doing, dumbass? That’s gonna make you dizzy.”

“Gotta… gotta draw a thing.”

“You gotta draw a thing?”

“Yeah,” he affirms, as if that was enough information for everything to be self-explanatory, even nodding his head yes for emphasis. He surprisingly manages to take his time and put real effort into doodling it, showing it to Loona before sending it.

“Does it look like I did it drunk?” He slurs, letting out an unintentional burp.

“It actually looks pretty good, Blitz.”

“Okay.” 

“So. Who’d you call stupid?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay.”

“Can you call me dad again?”

“Nope.”

“Okay.”

He presses send and clicks on Stolas’ contact next, only to see there’s an unread message in their chat.

Stols:  I’m sorry if anything I said or did offended you tonight. 

Ha. Bet you really fucking are. 

Still, he’s not Stolas’ fucking boyfriend. What was there to expect from him? Why would he expect anything? 

Blitzy: ITZ WUTEVS

To Blitzø’s surprise, Stolas begins typing immediately, as if he’d been waiting obsessively for his reply.

Stols: Next time you come over, maybe we can talk about what happened at Ozzie’s?

Talk about it? What was there to talk about? Blitzø wanted nothing more than to bury the memories of tonight the deepest under the ground he possibly could. But of course Stolas would want to talk about it.

He always wants to fucking talk about shit.

Blitzy: Y?

Stolas types for what feels like forever, and it must have been, seen that they’re now only one street from the apartment complex, before he sends in a huge-ass paragraph. 

Stols: I’m sorry! Nevermind, it’s not a big deal. I was just worried about you. You seemed very upset and you took off so fast. I’m sure things will be fine with Y/N, she likes you very much, I can see it. Maybe I read too much into everything, though. Not everything is about me, haha. I’m  glad that’s not the case. I wasn’t upset either I just wanted to make sure you weren’t and obviously you can handle a stupid joke a clown can make. Asmodeus can be very invasive in his humor, and Y/N says she’ll talk to him about it, but I thought it was funny myself. What he said about me at least. I enjoy being the subject of jest. Maybe you can say mean things to me too next time you come over. 

Now that is too much to fucking deal with right now. Which means he won’t. 

Blitzy: SHUR.

He clicks out of Stolas’ chat, taking one last glance at Y/N’s before turning his phone off. She hasn’t seen what he sent yet, and that’s actually okay. 

Loona parks the van messily, doing the same thing he’d done earlier and letting the car occupy some space from the neighbour’s spot. He doesn’t even think before asking her to fix it.  “Sweetie, could you just park it a little more to the right?”

“Why?”

Yeah, Blitzø, why do you even care? “Well I don’t want that freaky cat lady to be up my ass about it tomorrow.” Yeah, that. Sure.

She doesn’t seem to find it in her to argue or even as much as groan, simply readjusting the car. She has to carry him over her shoulder again and all he wishes on the way up this time around is that he were a little more sober. She plops him down on the couch and he curls into himself once again while she grabs him a glass of water. 

Nothing to distract him from his thoughts now. 

“I had a really shitty day,” he tells her.

“Oh, yeah? Is that why you drank like five gallons of who-knows-what?”

“I don’t want her to hate me.”

“The person you called stupid?” 

He nods, hiding his face from her when the tears start coming in. “Fuck, Fizz was right. I’m gonna die alone, aren’t I? Just a wrinkly, old, withered waste. Will you be there, Loonie?” Blitzø feels whatever consciousness he’d gained back slipping away again by the second, this time from the need to sleep rather than the alcohol. At what point did he get so tired?

“Be where?” Loona asks, and he’s too out of it to respond properly, only mumbling half-coherent things like lonely and die alone over and over. “I’ll be there, dad," she tells him anyway, and covers him with a blanket, the softest one they own. “Now go the fuck to sleep,” she orders, and he does hear it, he just doesn’t have the strength to say anything in response as he feels himself drifting off to sleep, his last thoughts being that at least he can’t think about anything while asleep and that… 

He vomits all over the living room floor. 

“Oh, fuck, I did need to throw up.”

[. . .]

You feel stupid when it’s Fizzarolli who finds you crying in Ozzie’s waiting area. He skips his way to the room, humming along to some song you can’t quite make out, and he almost doesn’t see you on his way into the office. He hears you sniffling, though, and turns to face you. It takes him a couple seconds to process that it’s you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? Um. You okay there?”

You look up at him, but it doesn’t feel like you can say anything yet. 

“I-” He motions behind him with his thumb. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna get Ozzie. Stay here, yeah?”

You don’t even know why exactly you’d asked Stolas to send you here when you were still mad at Ozzie. Or maybe not mad. Just… sad about everything that spiraled out of what he did. 

Then again, did you even have anywhere else to go? You could absolutely not make the night worse for Millie and Moxxie by showing up at their place, thinking of Blitzø made you sad and Stolas was not an option. You had Ozzie, though. And you know you always will, despite whatever stupid shit one of you might do. 

And it honestly beats going home to a big pile of nothing. 

Ozzie appears shortly, Fizz having done as promised and fetched him. Fizz doesn’t come back, though, letting you and Ozzie have a moment to talk on your own, which is nice of him.  

“Hey, pretty babe. Fizz said you were here.” He looks you up and down, worried. “Are you crying?”

“Why did you do that?” 

“What?”

“Why did you fucking sing about all that, why did you- it was so humiliating, Oz, fuck!”

“Oh. I am so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know. It got out of control. I didn’t even know you would be here tonight. You didn’t call me.”

“I didn’t know I was coming either.”

“You wanna tell me what that means?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Alright. That’s okay. I am sorry, though. We took the joke too far and I realized too late that it wasn’t funny.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t. So please don’t fucking do that again. It’s humiliating enough to… fuck... and everybody saw it, and- I…” You groan in frustration, struggling to get your words out. 

“No more about Stolas or any of you. Okay? Promise.” He sits down next to you on the fancy couch and he lets you lean on him. “Did something happen between you?”

You hesitate before speaking. “I didn’t- I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I am stupid. Of course he’s ashamed to be seen with us.”

“Stolas?”

You nod. 

“Did he… tell you that?”

“Well he didn’t deny it.”

“Okay." He takes a deep breath, probably trying to think of how to handle the situation. "You’ll have time to think about all of this. Alright? Now you’re coming with me, you’re taking a bath and you’re sleeping over, and we’ll talk about everything tomorrow. There’s no need to hurt yourself more thinking about it right now.”

He stands up and turns to leave the room, but looks back when he doesn’t hear you do the same. You’re still sat sit still on the couch.

You look up at him. “Oz?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” You repeat yourself.

“What- of course not. Did somebody say that to you?”

You don’t reply. 

He purses his lips together, thinking. “Are they worth feeling stupid for?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve gone through this before.”

“It’s different, you know that.”

“Yeah, it’s worse. They’re not hurting you back this time around, they’re just hurting you.”

You decide he was right. You don't want to talk about this right now. “Can we please not talk about it?”

He hesitates before nodding in agreement. “Yeah. ‘Course, babe.” He grabs your hands and pulls you up. “Come on.”

All the crying makes you so tired you’re almost passed out the second you lie down on the soft, silky bedsheets of Ozzie's guest room bed. Taking a look through your texts before you let yourself fall asleep, you click on Stolas’ contact once you see a notification for an unread text. 

Stolas: I am truly sorry if I did something to hurt you or make you uncomfortable with me tonight. It’s not your obligation to talk Asmodeus  out of doing anything and I did not feel embarrassed because of you or Blitz. If you need space from me I will understand, but I want you to know that is not how I feel. And, for the record, I don’t care what that Verosika person said about you. I hope you’re alright. 

It is way too late and you are way too tired to process or deal with all of that, and honestly? You still do feel stupid, and don’t want to further that feeling by replying to him immediately. That feels too pathetic- it feels like proving Blitzø right.

You’ll reply tomorrow.

You click on Blitzø’s contact next, which also had a notification signaling an unseen message, and you brace yourself for a 'fuck you’ text or something of the sorts. 

You can't keep yourself from smiling when you open the text, turning the phone off and just waiting for sleep come to you, and things feel a lot less shitty than just a second before.

Having friends is pretty fucking okay.

A/N: everybody say thank you @sweetadonisbutbetter and also wish them a happy birthday!! the adorable little doodle blitzo drew is theirs and they did it especially so i could put it in this chapter which is so nice of them and so fucking cool!!

[lovelyiida]

mha marriage headcanons<3

INCLUDES: bakugo, iida, midoriya, denki, kirishima, sero

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes.

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WORDS: 0.9K

KATSUKI BAKUGO

• the both of you always have hectic schedules...being pro heroes and all.

even when you guys are apart, you never shut up about each other. Especially bakugo whether that be interviews, events, etc. he's always about 'my wife my wife my wife.'

when both of you finally have time off, you need to be physically ripped off one another. hip to hip, chest to chest, lips to lips, you name it.

he loves it when he's finally able to relax from his hard days and come home and cuddle with his wife, he's not able to show his timid side all the time, he was so thankful for you.

you were the sun, moon, and stars for him. nothing you could do was bad in his eyes.

that's why if anyone ever talked shit about you, he'd lose his shit.

pull the "do you know who the fuck I am? Do you know who my wife is?"

he's just so happy to have you.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the. perfect. husband.

anything you want, you get.

hair? done. nails? did.

he feels bad that he's never really there due to him being the top pro hero. so he always makes sure you're taken care of.

multiple calls day and night, he loves to hear your voice...or moans.

loves to show you off when he can, usually at special events where he's able to bring a date.

"hey! have you met my wife? she's lovely isn't she?"

"yeah my wife and I have been married for three years now, she's the most perfect wife I could ever have!"

TENYA IIDA

high school sweethearts, proposed at graduation.

had the biggest wedding out of everyone

values both of your privacy very deeply, one day he caught a peeping tom at your vacation villa. finding out that it was the paparazzi, he punched him square in the mouth.

wants kids, very, VERY, badly.

preferably 3 (2 boys and 1 girl).

if you ever were pregnant, he'd spoil you ROTTEN.

not one finger would be lifted.

sadly, Iida is the type to have favorites (he's a girl dad, no questions)

will do anything and everything for you, sometimes he does too much.

"I don't need your help, Iida"

"baby please."

SHOUTO TODOROKI

he didn't love you at first...

forced into a quirk marriage, it was cold, quiet, and lonely.

things would be so awkward, laying in a bed with a stranger that you are miraculously married to.

he knew that you didn't want your marriage to turn out like this, not speaking to each other only when necessary, empty conversations, and no signs of love or adoration besides a hand held in public outings.

so he decided to get to know you.

sooner than later, your relationship began to blossom into a beautiful relationship. the both of you felt like teenagers falling in love, the bond you discovered was so deep and intimate, it was love at second sight.

he became absolutely smitten for you, so smitten, he decided he wanted to get re-married. and you gladly complied.

BIG RING. BIG WEDDING. BIG CAKE.

he cried seeing you walk down the aisle, he honestly cried the whole wedding. he was so thankful for a woman like you in his life.

HUGE HONEYMOON.

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

beautiful marriage, a happy home , and way too many kids. six youngsters in total, 4 girls and 2 boys.

no one expected you to have so many kids, he just can't help to be all over your beautiful body.

from the loud tea partys with sharp plastic tiaras and itchy too-toos, to the late video game nights, he loves every moment with his children. and to top it off, he gets to kiss you goodnight.

even though you two have so many children, they have never been seen by the public. only photos of them when they were just born.

if he ever found out that his children were exposed to the media, he will go apeshit.

loves all of his kids, there are no favorites in this household.

but if he did have a favorite, it would be you.

DENKI KAMINARI

also, high school sweethearts, split up before graduation but got back together two years later.

it took a couple of years before Denki popped the big question, he wanted to be sure about your relationship before he made such a big commitment.

the proposal was intimate and private, just like the wedding. only your and his closest friends and family could attend. he wanted to make sure things were absolutely perfect.

the both of you are the peoples' favorite couple, always seen on variety shows/competitions.

CANNOT keep his hands off of you, no matter where you are.

in private or in public, his hand would be on your lower back when standing, or when you'd be sitting next to him he would rest his head on top of yours whilst his hand caressing your thigh.

from someone who is known to be of higher energy, he loves that he's able to be his calmer self around you.

he just can't get enough of you.

SERO HANTA

the last to marry

he loves you SO MUCH

he also had a big wedding, but the honeymoon was amazing, so amazing, it became the reason why you had two beautiful children today.

while they may not be angels, they are yours.

sometimes sero and your little devils would play pranks on you, hearing their loud giggles and tiny footstep ran away from you, it was annoying but you loved it.

sometimes you would come home from a patrolling shift and see sero singing the kids to sleep as he softly strings at his guitar.

you think to yourself how you wouldn't have it any other way.

hello guys!!! glad to be back for a little, I know I've been gone for a long time but I've been in school and it's currently beating my ass. hopefully I'll have more time to write soon.

also, like my new user and theme??

- lovleyiida<3

[nana-mania]

pls can you do a part 2 for the red flags of bllk characters!! it was so good!

࿐*ೃ sure!! i actually plan to do for more characters in part 3 so characters suggestion is highly encouraged! (4 CHARACTERS MAXIMUM)

“HIS RED FLAGS” - PART 2 - what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : reo mikage, seishiro nagi, oliver aiku, rin itoshi

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst.

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : cheating, manipulation, profanities, toxic relationship.

REO MIKAGE

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Reo would be the best, most perfect partner ever if only he believes that not everything can be resolved through his wealth. He loves you, he does but you're never his priority. All he cares about is his football career. He barely has time for you, often spending time with Seishiro to practice soccer together until dusk nearly everyday. When you tell him about your worries, you expect him to take action and finally considers to mend the relationship again. But he never. He just gives you tons of money and tells you to have fun by yourself to cheer you up. When you insist him to spend quality time with you, he harshly rejects you by saying he is busy. Indeed, he is busy. He is busy being Seishiro's servant and prioritizing his happiness more than yours.

“Sorry, Y/n. Not today. I have practice.”

“I told you, I don't have the leisure time to play around. I need to practice soccer!”

“Just take this money and enjoy yourself. Leave me alone and never speak about this matter ever again.”

SEISHIRO NAGI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Seishiro...is lazy, in general and in all ways. Relationship is a hassle for him to handle due to his lazy nature. He never make an effort to spice up nor mending his relationship with you. If it happens, it happens. That's his motto, one that he never fail to hold onto. Seishiro basically doesn't even care about you let alone your feelings for him in the slightest bit. He is solely using your vulnerability to his advantage. In all honesty, he only engages in relationship with you because he thinks you would be useful to assist him with his daily needs. You're a gullible person who simply follows all his orders like a servant, only thinking you only do this out of love and casting aside the fact you're being manipulated by your own boyfriend. He asks for breakfast? You make one for him. He tells you to wash all his clothes while he play games? You gladly do so. This goes on for a while until you realize how wrong this is and confronts Seishiro about it. The result, he never give a flying fuck. Instead, Seishiro manipulates you into thinking this is your own fault and makes you feel much worse.

“So...what's your point actually? You're blaming me over your own stupidity?”

“You're really dumb, Y/n. So dumb that it took you this long to notice.”

“Apologize? I never do anything wrong. It isn't like I hit you or anything.”

OLIVER AIKU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ We all know what this man is capable of; cheating. From the start of the relationship, he has dropped countless obvious hints. During date, you will always find his eyes lingering on other people as he “admires” them with a lustful smirk on his face. When you confront him, Oliver just brushes it off and says you're overreacting. It doesn't matter how many times you scold him, he will repeat his doing. And as time passes, he straightout flirts with anyone that catches his interest right in front of you. Daring to even exchange number while his lips curves into a seductive smirk. He barely has time for you and frequently leaving the house to have fun with his “friends”, which turns out to be his secret lover, one that he has been cheating on you with for a long time.

“Jeez, you're overreacting too much. I'm just being nice to them.”

“What's wrong with getting their number? You know me, I like making new friends!”

“Come on...can you just be open-minded and let me do anything I want? I can date anyone I want besides you. You have no control over my life.”

RIN ITOSHI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ You and Rin were like dream lovers, perfect for each other and completed each other's heart. That's it, until the dispute between Rin and his older brother happened that drastically changed him...and his relationship with you. Rin is not as sweet and as caring he used to be, solely focusing on his goal to surpass and beat his older brother in their unhealthy rivalry. He has become more distant and acts colder toward you. There is no spark of joy in the relationship anymore, with Rin drifting apart from you and you hurting from his cold-hearted treatment. You try to be there for him, supporting him in his journey to be the best striker to prove to his older brother but your efforts are often overlooked and left unappreciated by Rin. In fact, he sees you as a nuisance rather than his biggest supporter.

“I don't have time for you. Screw off, (Y/n).”

“You interrupted my practice to tell me to fucking rest? Are you telling me to laze around?”

“From now on, stop visiting me during practice. You are a fucking nuisance.”

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[kenlvry]

main four reacting to you coming home drunk and calling them pretty

reader calling the main 4 pretty while drunk

an, OKAY BOSS 🫡🫡

kenny

it is almost 2 am and you are still not home, he is so ready to put on his mysterion costume on and search the whole town for you. hearing a car pull up he jerks from the couch and look at the window, it was you barefoot holding your heels waving goodbye to your friends. he waits infront of the front door excited to greet you, the keys rattling to unlock the door followed with "shit whcih one is it" kenny sighs and open the door. "KENNYYYY" you hug him and kenny can tell that you have been partying hard, you reek of alcohol. "im not one to get mad at you for drinking but you need to control your parting habit, youre always dizzy in the morning and regret it" he lectures closing the door you still hugging him "boo buzzkil" he gives you the 😐 r u fr look and you laugh. "hmmm have i ever tell you how pretty you are, so pretty" you cup his face and observe it he blushes harddddddd. you have only called him handsome or sexy or hot so far never have anyone called him pretty, "oh yeah? im very pretty huh?" he smirks taking this chance to do smthn with you iykyk "i might be drunk but im still sober enough to know what you wanna do" with that you let go and walk to your bedroom with a smiling teasing kenny in suit. " 'm so pretty right?" the morning was hell and he wouldn't shut up about it "ugh kenny that's the third time this morning fuck yourself" you groan as you walk away from kenny with the hangover medicine with you "thats not how you talk to your pretty boyfriend" he laughs.

stan

you had texted him earlier that night saying your gonna be late "im goung tobe kate" "what" "latw" "okay". he sleeps before you come home knowing you didn't want him waiting on you and that your friends was there to take care of you. he was about to sleep but the door knob twisting and the keys desperately being pushed into the keyhole was too loud to not hear from the bedroom. he groans and gets out of bed heading towards the door. "hello stan 😊😊😊 thankyou 🥰🥰" you walk past him and wow tyou smell like alcohol, even he wasn't this bad. following you to the bedroom you lay down throwing your shoes and bag on the floor "geez y/n atleast take a shower first" he puts his hands on his waist. you lay on your side and tap the empty spot beside you signalling him to join you, despite the smell he lays down and looks at you. you stroke his hair staring at him "you're so pretty stan, maybe even prettier than me" his eyes widen at that like me??? pretty??? really??. he quickly realises you are very drunk and you probably don't mean it "okay y/n, get some sleep" he lightly push you by the shoulders to lay you down properly "no nooo im being honest, your face is so pretty, your hair black hair and your eyes fuck i could get lost in your eyes, especially your lip-" you sleep before you could say anything more and he just layed there with a blushed face. he gets up and walk over your vanity grabbing makeup remover and a cotton pad, sitting beside you removing your makeup. he stops to think what you said earlier and is so embarrassed, bro is kicking his feet squealing and covering his face rolling around. it gave him sm confident and remembers that compliment to this day.

kyle

it was around 12 pm that night, kyle was jus chilling watching movies in the living room and eating popcorn. you told him you'd be home a little late and to not wait for you, so he took this chance to enjoy some time for himself. suddenly the door knob shake violently and bangs from the door can be heard, he was so scared who the hell was it he thought, burglar? murderer? thief?. he slowly approach the door looking through to the keyhole expecting a fucking clown or smthn with a knife but it was you. he sighs and opened the door "you had me scared to death! and i thought you were coming home at 2??" your stance was pretty obvious you had gotten too drunk "my friends said i drank too much and i need to go home 😊" , well it isn't the first time, "cmon wanna watch a movie tgt?" "kyle i smell like im stans dad i need to take a shower" "but i miss you ☹️" "then shower with me pretty boy" he makes a slightly disgusted face while laughing lightly but stop when he remembered your words "pretty?" "mhm!" you nod your head repeatly and make you way upstairs, his cheeks were a tint of pink smiling at the compliment, you stop midway and look back at him. he wasn't wearing his hat and he rarely takes them off that was what made him so pretty, his pretty curls. you walk back to him getting reallllyyyyy close staring at him, his cheeks turning a a darker shade of pink avoiding eyecontact "uhh" "you look so pretty, should take your hat off more often" you kiss his cheek and continue your way upstairs. he just stares at the stairs holding his cheek "pretty?" he mumbled and walk his way to the couch sitting on the couch "pretty .." he loves it sm when you call him pretty and you know it so you call him pretty more often.

cartman

2 am. you aren't home yet and cartman is worried for his life, i mean he is pacing around the living room wondering why you aren't home. then he heard the door open and immediately jump on the couch turning on the tv, "oh hey, ur late not, that i was waiting for you" he says glancing at you, by how you were wobbling around it was kinda obvious you were drunk. you look at him smiling and walking over to him with wide arms "CARTMANNN HELLOOOO" you hug him and he loves it smsmsmsmsm but ofc he hides it "ew what do you want" you hop on the couch right beside him laying your head on him, he doesn't push you off despite the disgusted face you made. "mm your so mean ☹️" you make pouty lips at him, you cup his face pulling it close to you "your are so pretty you know that? i love you so much" then you hug him so tight he swears he can't breath. boy just sat there with a 😯 face on. since you were drunk you weren't gonna remember this so he decides to play along "i think yr prettier though" "NO. YOU ARE 🤨" you argued "its definitely you" "YOU CLEAFLY ARE PRETTIER IN OUR RELATIONSHIP 😒😒" "WELL I SAY OTHERWISE" you two literally argue like kids on who is prettier. you both agree that you both are equally pretty. the next morning you remember vividly what happened "sooo im pretty huh?" "i never said that" "you said that last night" "no stop being delusional thats gay".

[mandobatemans]

intrigue (Tom Wambsgans x f!reader)

warnings: infidelity, fingering, unprotected piv sex, soft!dom tom, size kink kinda, biting, greg, do NOT have sex with the head of conservative news organizations irl!!!, i am a shivcel fr anything negative abt shiv in here i didn't mean it ily siobhan 🫶, NSFW UNDER THE CUT

word count: 4,740 (i got carried away)

A/N: this is loosely based on s4 e7 but there's no real timeline so it probably takes place like somewhere around season 3 or 4? this is my first succ fic so...enjoy 🤗 & also this took me SO long to write i'm so deeply sorry to anyone who was waiting

also posted to ao3

Tom had never been a fan of the whole “open marriage” arrangement. When he thought back to that fateful night (fateful night…who else would say that about their wedding night?) what he remembered most was the look on Shiv’s face when she told him that she wanted an open marriage. On their wedding night.

It was more for Shiv anyway. Tom rarely thought about actually acting on the arrangement, whether it be out of love for Shiv or loyalty to her father, he wasn’t sure. Sure, he had kissed someone here or done oral there when high on coke, but he had never actually fucked anyone else.

Something was different, though, tonight. Firstly, they were hosting a Waystar/ATN event at their apartment, and despite being chairman of ATN, he wasn't even sure what the evening was for. Shiv had told him about it last minute, casually mentioning it as they were being driven to work, like it was dinner at Logan’s rather than hundreds of media moguls and politicians to host. Actually, dinner at Logan’s felt equally, if not more, important than tonight. A better equivalent for how nonchalantly Shiv had mentioned it would be Connor inviting them somewhere.

Secondly, Shiv had suggested, outright, that they both find someone to hook up with at the party tonight. Earlier in their bedroom, after getting dressed in silence, Shiv had turned to Tom while putting her earrings in to share the idea. He knew she would be acting on it whether or not he did, and why shouldn’t he? It had been a while since he had gotten laid and was verbally (and physically) assaulting Greg a lot more as a result.

Did he just pick someone? How did you approach someone and say, “Hey, I’m in an open marriage but I’ve never actually done anything more than get my dick sucked with anyone else…anyway, let’s fuck!”

Tom fidgeted with his glass as he surveyed the room.

Despite your personal beliefs and the endless human rights violations that Waystar was affiliated with, their (and by extension ATN) events were some of the most lavish you'd ever attended. As a political journalist, it was standard for your company to send a journalist or two to whatever soirée the Roys were throwing. Everyone took turns, and this time you had drawn the short straw. It hadn’t been too bad so far, you thought, although perhaps you were jinxing yourself. You had kept to yourself mostly, chatting with other journalists you frequently saw around the city on assignments, snacking on the hors d'oeuvres, and listening to the ridiculous conversations political and media bigwigs were having.

You had been to an event hosted by the Roys before, but they were usually at ATN, Waystar, or some expensive venue. Being invited as a member of the press to Shiv Roy’s apartment felt strangely intimate. You were certain this was some calculated business move on the part of one Roy or the other, but you honestly didn’t really care. Whatever drama was happening within Waystar Royco was contained within the Roy family. You were simply here to supplement a piece your coworker was writing on the atmosphere of this political season.

It was only an hour into the party when you had collected all the quotes and interviews you needed, and sampled almost all of the hors d'oeuvres. Your boss expected journalists to stay for most, if not all, of the night for these things, in case some political bombshell were to happen. You were pretty sure nothing too monumental was going to happen in this room full of suits, especially with all of the Roys notably absent from the festivities. Even Shiv, whose house it was, looked like she wasn't paying any attention to what was going on in her home. In fact, she had been in the corner all night, talking to some prominent New York and D.C. women, important enough that you knew their faces but not important enough for you to attach any names to them.

You checked your phone for the time. You could probably get away with leaving in another hour if you made up some family emergency as an excuse for your editor. Even another hour seemed like ages. Maybe you could re-interview some people? Speak to some guests whose quotes would never make it in the article just to kill time? Sighing, you opened your messages, thumbs hovering over the chat with your editor, putting your journalism degree to use by brainstorming an excuse to get you back home in your bed before ten o’clock. When you turned around to pace while you typed (a nervous habit), you found yourself face-to-face with one of your hosts.

It felt like a fucking cliché. Literally bumping into someone at a party? If one of your writer friends wrote something like this, you'd tell them it was bullshit and things like that didn't happen in real life. Yet here you were, inches away from–

“Tom Wambsgans, Chairman of Global Broadcast News at ATN.” He introduced himself, reaching out a hand for you to shake.

You returned the handshake, grateful that he wasn’t offended by you bumping into him. “I know who you are.”

“And I know who you are.” He paused. “That sounded stalkerish, didn’t it? I meant, I know who you are because I’ve read your articles.”

“You have?” You were surprised. Your company and your articles in particular were considered left-leaning, the very opposite of the stories ATN ran.

He nodded. “Gotta keep up with the competition. I’ve seen some of your features on the network, as well.”

“Really? I would have thought you would just watch ATN all day,” you teased.

Tom made a face and then shook his head. “No, no, no. Plus, I wouldn’t really call any of our journalists ‘journalists’ so much as pretty faces. You do your own research and look good on the camera. That’s impressive.”

You raised an eyebrow and Tom’s eyes widened, processing what he had just said.

“God, I do sound like a fucking stalker.”

You laughed, “Just a little bit.” You let him cringe for a second, then smiled to reassure him. “No, but I’ve seen some of your interviews since you took over ATN. You look good on the camera, too.” You paused, before adding, “Maybe that makes us both a little stalkerish.”

His eyes lit up at your response, earning a genuine laugh (the first one that night not faked for some suit, he noted).

“Uh, sorry for bumping into you. I wasn't looking where I was going,” you explained, waving your phone in your hand for context.

“Ah, cell phone. The curse of the twenty-first century.”

You furrowed your brow involuntarily for a moment. He wasn't how you expected the spouse of a Roy to be like. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, you weren't yet sure.

“I’m making a huge ass of myself, aren't I?” He sighed. “I’ll leave you to the party–”

“No! It’s okay. Stay,” you heard yourself say. It was Tom’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Okay. You found him attractive. And even despite his eccentric comments, you also found yourself wanting to talk to him more. You were, however, purposely avoiding looking at the wedding ring on his finger.

To Tom, it all seemed too perfect. You, for example. He was being honest when he said he had seen and read some of your work and that he enjoyed it, and he did sometimes watch other networks to get an idea of the competition, but he had left out the fact that there was something about you in particular that made him watch the entire segment when you happened to be on air. And the fact that sometimes he'd scroll through your articles online and imagine you reading them aloud to him. But he wasn’t a stalker. And now you were here, in his house, on the night that his wife had all but shoved him into the bed of anyone that he wanted.

But still; one pleasant, slightly flirtatious conversation didn't mean you wanted to ride off into the sunset with him. Or, more accurately, go upstairs with him.

He scanned the room for Siobhan. Although it had been her suggestion, and he knew she had acted on the arrangement before, he still felt like it was somehow a trap. Like she’d hire someone to hide behind the bedroom door that night and catch him with his pants down (literally) to use as blackmail.

But sure enough, she was across the room, laughing at something some lobbyist had said, and resting her hand on the other woman’s arm slightly longer than a casual touch would last.

The longer he thought about it, the more confident he felt. If you were interested, he wanted to spend the night with you. And maybe more. But he was getting ahead of himself.

“It's kind of loud over here. Come on,” he gestured with his head toward the opposite corner of the apartment, one not occupied by any guests save for an elderly politician snoring on the couch.

You followed him, nodding when he asked if you wanted another drink before picking a champagne flute off of a passing server’s tray. He handed it to you once you reached the corner, your hands touching during the exchange. It seemed like even more of a cliché to feel sparks fly at this tiny touch, so you ignored that, as well.

“You host these kinds of things often?” You asked, leaning against the wall and taking a sip of your champagne. The room was full of very important people, though none of them seemed to be talking about very important things. You couldn't quite wrap your head around why a high-level executive who had married into one of the largest media conglomerates was wasting his time talking to you (flirting with you?), but you had seen stranger things in this city.

He grimaced and shook his head. “No, no. I’m usually just a guest.” Tom laughed and took a sip of his drink. “And not a very important one, at that.”

“I’m sure that's not true. I mean, how many people watch ATN? And you’re in charge of what airs or doesn't air.”

“1.89 million,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink, “Outside of the office, nobody’s really worried about what I think.”

“Not even your wife?” You stopped after you said the words, giving your brain a second to catch up with your mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect, I–”

“No, no, no, no, it’s okay,” he assured you, reaching out to rest a hand on yours consolingly. Tom leaned in closer so only you would hear him, unnecessary considering the secluded corner you two were in.

“But no, not even my wife.”

Your eyes darted to his hand atop yours, suddenly aware of how large his hands were. They almost completely covered yours, and they felt so comfortable and right there, like–

“We have an open marriage,” he suddenly said.

“Oh.”

Tom seemed disappointed with this reaction, quickly removing his hand from yours and adding, “That’s just to say that, our marriage is, uh, unconventional, so her not caring what I have to say isn’t that unusual.”

You were still processing the feel of his hand on yours, much less the revelation that he actually might be flirting with you and that it actually might go somewhere. By the time your thoughts caught up with you, it seemed like he was about ready to excuse himself and go scream at his reflection in the bathroom.

“Well, I’m sorry about that,” you responded, mirroring his gesture from before and resting your hand on top of his to comfort him. “You don’t deserve that, really.”

He scoffed. “You don't know what I deserve.”

You looked up at him, taking the time to absorb the look in his eyes that revealed just how much he was going through.

“Uh, Tom?”

Tom rolled his eyes and turned away from you to snap at the source of the interruption. “What, Greg? Can’t you see I’m having a conversation?”

“It’s just–well, Shiv is leaving with someone.” The taller man gestured at the door, where sure enough, Shiv was weaving her way through the crowd toward the elevators with the lobbyist from earlier, her hand guiding her by the small of her back.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek. “Well, Greg, we do have an open marriage. So, everything’s fine. Now, scram.”

Greg looked between the two of you and hesitated for a second before nodding and disappearing back into the bustle of the party.

Tom turned back to you. “That’s Shiv’s cousin, Greg. I’ve sort of taken him under my corporate wing, so to speak. Showing him the ropes and all that.”

You nodded, finishing your champagne.

“Well,” he said.

“Well,” you echoed.

He paused for a minute, though it seemed to last much longer than that. “You’re writing an article about this party, right?”

“Yeah,” you responded, unsure of where he was going with this.

Tom leaned in, lowering his voice. “What would your editor say if you got a behind-the-scenes look at the party?”

You raised your eyebrow.

“Of course, you'd have to come upstairs…” Something shifted in his tone. You were well aware of what the change implied, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't want to jump at the offer. This wasn’t you, though. Sleeping with a married man? On top of that, not just any married man, but the host of the party that you were covering for work. It sounded like a problem you’d encounter on an Intro to Ethics exam. But any moral qualms you had about the issue were pushed out of your head when you registered the way Tom was looking at you.

“Of course,” you repeated, nonchalantly, setting your empty champagne glass on a nearby table.

Something flickered in Tom’s eyes. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way, Wambsgans,” you replied, gesturing dramatically.

Neither of you spoke for the entire walk away from the excitement of the party to the quiet of Tom’s bedroom. It looked much like you had expected it to look: modern, chic, and impersonal. You were sure Tom (or Shiv) had some personal items somewhere in the house, but the bedroom was so clean and styled that the only indication anyone slept or dressed in there was some of Shiv’s makeup and jewelry strewn haphazardly on the vanity.

When he had closed the door behind you, Tom stepped closer to you experimentally, as if he was afraid you'd flee like a wild deer if he moved too fast. You stepped closer as well, which seemed to give Tom the permission he was looking for. Within seconds, his mouth was on yours, his hands cupping your face, all tongue and teeth. There was hunger and desperation in the kiss, but it was hypnotizing, beckoning you deeper and deeper. He was almost doubled over to reach you (god, he was tall), so you shifted your weight to stand on your tiptoes.

Tom broke the kiss, leaving you with a confused look on your face.

He shed his suit jacket, throwing it carelessly on the floor. Next, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Tugging on the length of his tie, he loosened it enough to undo a few buttons at his collar, revealing an inviting expanse of chest hair.

“Turn around,” he told you, snapping you out of your male-stripper-fantasy gaze.

You did as he said, something in his tone going straight to your core. You felt him run his hands from your shoulders down your arms, then down your hips and up to your waist, the action bunching up the fabric of your dress. He moved your hair to the side, pressing hot kisses to your neck that made your eyes roll back.

“Can I take this off?” He whispered, his lips trailing up to your ear.

You nodded in response, trembling momentarily under his touch. Tom unzipped your dress, helping you push it down your body and step out of it. He unhooked the back of your bra without moving further. It occurred to you then how wrong this was, to be sleeping with someone else’s husband in their own bedroom, but to your surprise, you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was the heat of Tom’s gaze on your bare back. You took your bra off the rest of the way and discarded it on the ground next to your dress. Once in only your underwear, you turned back around to face him, watching his eyes follow every curve of your body to drink in the newly exposed skin.

“Wow,” he said, simply, reaching out to grab you by the hips and pull you closer to him. “You’re gorgeous.”

Grinning, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him again, cradling his face in your hands. You felt him smile back into your kiss. Before you knew it, he had you pressed against the wall, totally enclosed by his larger form. He went from kissing you on your lips to your neck to behind your ear to your chest, as if he couldn't decide which spot deserved the most attention or for how long.

One of his hands slid down to the waistband of your underwear, the cold metal of his wedding ring a shock against your hot skin. You made eye contact with him as his hand slipped between the fabric and your skin cup your cunt, whining when you felt his touch. He seemed to get off on that, capturing you in a kiss again at the same time he slipped a digit into your wet heat. You were too hot; you pressed your hand to his chest to stabilize yourself and pushed your underwear down your legs and kicked them off. Tom smiled at this, getting right back to pumping his finger in and out at a pace that almost made you melt down the wall.

It was probably a power trip thing, you thought, you totally naked and him almost fully clothed. You didn't mind because it was kinda hot, but it wasn't what you had expected from Tom based on the unassuming, Midwestern image of him that was circulated in columns and by the Roys themselves. But, then again, you hadn't expected to find yourself in this position at all when you left your apartment earlier that night.

The pace of his fingers felt so good, so intoxicating, that now that you had him, you needed more of him.

“A-another one,” you whined between kisses.

When you opened your eyes to look at him, Tom had a smug look on his face. Sure, it was arrogant, but it turned you on, so who really cared? “Yeah?” he asked, “You want another one?”

“Tom,” you hissed, gripping onto his shoulder as his finger curled in just the right way that it made your legs go numb.

The look remained on his face, but he added another finger nonetheless. Tom appeared to inhabit both extremes when it came to sex: he really wanted to pleasure you but he also really wanted to do what he wanted. Luckily, those two wants aligned.

He was making you feel so good that you needed to have more of him. Your kisses got sloppier, each so desperate to be further molded with one another that your tongues tried to push impossibly further into the other’s. Tom shifted his hand so he could angle his thumb to rub slow, tantalizing circles on your clit as he continued to pump his fingers. Your grip on his shoulder tightened–you feared your fingernails would leave dents in his skin–but like so many other things tonight, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You could feel the pressure rising in your middle, your cunt clenching around his fingers in anticipation of your impending orgasm, but then it stopped.

You opened your eyes that you hadn't realized were squeezed shut to look at Tom, who had his hand in front of your face, fingers glistening with your slick. “Open,” he encouraged. You obeyed, accepting his fingers into your mouth and licking them clean with a ‘pop.’ He stared at you like you had hung the stars in the sky. He jerked his head toward the bed. “Sit.”

There was authority in his commands, but you didn’t fear him; from the short amount of time you had spent with him, you knew he was at his core a sweet man. You would admit to yourself that you had been curious how his awkward, nervous energy would translate into the bedroom, but once alone, he seemed to be a different man.

You watched him strip off the rest of his clothes eagerly, smiling up at him once he rejoined you on the bed totally naked. He must’ve noticed you staring, because he asked: “Do you want me to put on a condom?”

You shrugged, shifting your eyes back up to his own. “No, it’s okay. I'm on birth control.”

He sighed in relief. “Good. I don't even know if I have one in here.”

“Then why’d you ask?” You laughed, encouraged by the smile that crossed his face when you did so.

“Seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do. If you said yes, I would’ve sent someone to go get one or borrowed one from–”

“Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“Just fuck me already.”

“Alright. If you say so,” he teased, leaning down over you to kiss you. Both your lips were red and puffy from all the kissing and some biting, but it didn’t matter. You could feel his cock pushing against your stomach from the angle, so you reached down to take him in your hand and pump his length.

“Fuck,” he murmured against your skin, face buried in your neck as he pressed kisses to the every inch of available flesh, “Fuck…Can I?”

“Please,” you responded, noticing a little desperate hitch in your voice that you ignored. Tom licked his hand and cupped your sex with it, running the pads of his middle fingers through your folds a few times to collect the wetness between your legs. Gently, he guided his length into your opening

inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of discomfort before bottoming out.

You should’ve expected his dick to be big from his height, the size of his hands, his nose, whatever, but you hadn’t considered just how big. It was quite a stretch to take him fully, but he gave you all the time you needed to adjust and get comfortable. When you were ready, you bucked your hips up into his to give him the okay.

Tom took your permission to move and ran with it, grabbing your left leg and placing it over his shoulder before pressing you down further into the mattress with his body weight so he could thrust into you at a deeper angle.

You lifted your head to meet him to return to making out, the sensation of his tongue down your throat even more erotic now that he was inside of you, as well.

His thrusts were deep but not as aggressive as he had been with his fingers. He wouldn’t vocalize this, or even admit to himself that he was thinking this, but he wanted this to last. As much as it was supposed to be a hookup–emotionless sex–he found himself wanting it to happen again, despite his attempts to push those thoughts deep into the recesses of his mind.

One arm was thrown around Tom’s neck, hand gripping a fistful of his hair. Your other hand went down to your clit, beginning to rub circles to match the pace of his thrusts.

“You wanna cum again?” He teased, “Again, when I haven't cum once?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, playfully, slipping your finger down from your clit to lightly stroke the length of his cock that wasn't fully inside of you.

He let out a moan, eyes twinkling as he snapped his hips a little harder, snickering when you gasped in response.

Tom caught you in another kiss, resting his weight on his forearm that was positioned next to your head. You arched your back up into him, urging him deeper, which he obliged. “Touch yourself,” he said, disconnecting his mouth from yours just long enough to give the command.

You smiled into his lips, rubbing your clit again as his thrusts became sloppier and jerkier. He was holding on until you came again, despite his earlier cockiness. The moment he felt your walls tighten around him, he let go, spilling inside of you with a grunt.

He pulled out, rolling off of you to lay beside you.

Tom was still catching his breath, and you watched his chest heave for a few moments. “Hey, you okay?” He asked. “Everything alright?”

You smiled, nodding and reaching over to kiss him again. “I'm good, yeah. You?”

“Perfect, actually.” Tom smiled back at you. He found himself lost in the moment, lost in your eyes, lost in the connection you two had just had, and it was too much for him. Quickly, he sat up, ready to change the subject. “You need to clean up?”

You furrowed your brow at the sudden shift in his demeanor, but going along with it nonetheless. Despite him just having been inside you, you didn't feel like it was your place to mention the change. “Yeah. Can I?” You asked, gesturing vaguely toward the bathroom.

“Yeah. Oh, yeah. Go ahead. Towels are above the sink.”

You flung your legs over the side of the bed and stood, heading toward the bathroom. “I’ll just clean off real quick, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“No, no, no. I mean, you can stay the night. If you’d like, that is. I could call you a car, though, if I’ve made some awful faux pas and you don’t want to look at me for another–”

“Tom.” He focused on you again after his brief spiral. “I would like to stay.”

He grinned. “Great, that's great.”

“Just let me–” You waved your hands around your lower body, “–clean all this up.”

“Yeah, of course, sure. I’ll be here.” He added the last part in a quasi-sing-song voice.

At the sound of the shower turning on, Tom rose to locate his clothes and try to clean up. He pulled his boxers back on, taking his dress shirt, pants, & jacket to be thrown into the hamper. They really should be dry-cleaned, he considered, but found that he couldn’t be bothered. As for your clothes, he wasn’t sure what exactly to do with them, so he laid your dress across a chair in the bedroom and left your bra and underwear on the floor. He was still considering whether he should pick them up or not when you came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your torso.

Once you had dressed in your undergarments again and Tom had given you an undershirt to sleep in, you started to wonder what all this meant. If it had just been a hookup, why were you staying the night? You had thought you’d feel dirty and disgusted with yourself, spending the night in someone else’s bed with someone else’s husband, but you didn’t. You didn’t know what that said about you, what it meant that you were perfectly comfortable talking into the night with Tom, both laughing and sharing stories long after you had agreed to turn the lights off and get some sleep. That almost made it worse, you thought, that it wasn’t just sex. That made it dangerous.

After you had drifted off, Tom spent a few minutes watching you sleep. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, watching the worries of the day wash off your face while you slept. He knew it was wrong to be more comfortable in this bed with you than he was with his own wife. But that was something to deal with (or repress) in the morning. Here, now, with you wrapped in his and Shiv’s bedsheets, your form against his chest rising and falling with his breaths, he could pretend it was meant to be like this.

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Valentino Rossi's academy of supernatural rider (Chapter 20: Not just empty threats)

TW: mention of suicide, violence, threats and death

Vale was walking through the corridors. He didn’t ask where he had to go. He knew it in an instant. He didn’t even question who he was so sure to find his way in a place he had never been before. He knew where to go and how to get there without being noticed.

And he didn’t hesitate as he pushed the door away. He heard a dark knock as the door hit the wall. It sounded violent. He didn’t care. He couldn’t. He just didn’t had it left in him.

All he felt was pain. He felt hate. He felt fear. He felt the bussing feeling of loneliness in his head showing him that his brother was almost gone. Only his wolf remained. He hated that feeling. He wanted to rip his head open and destroy it himself.

26 year were too short of a time to stop being able to have Luca close. And all he wanted was to hug his baby brother. He wanted to hold him close, give him a kiss on the forehead and tell him that everything would be fine. He wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter who said what about him, because he would never be alone. He would always be by his side, even if the world was against him. Noone could separate them.

Vale wanted to comfort Luca, like he had done so many times ever since the young boy had been born. He wanted to hold him close and protect him from the world. He wanted to dry his tears and distract.

But he couldn’t and as he stared inside the room, he saw the reason right there.

Alex sat up straight, taken aback by the sound. He immediately froze on the spot as he looked up. He felt his mouth hang open and his eyes widen. He was the last person he had expected. He hadn’t expected anyone. Maybe Luca. But he never thought he would see him right now.

There was a lot to say after all and he really didn’t had the strength to say it now. He just didn’t want to deal with him now.

But here he was.

He took a deep breath, ready to say something. He wasn’t even sure what he’d say. He wanted to explain. He

wanted to say they should step outside to give Marc some peace and quiet.

Marc was sleeping. He didn’t want to wake him up right now. He was still weak. Alex hoped the Italian would at least have the heart to leave Marc out of this for now while Dani stayed there to make sure the new werewolf didn’t do anything stupid.

Well and then there was this werewolf issue they had to deal with. So lots of conversations, Alex didn’t want to have.

But why now?

This whole situation seemed to only be getting worst and Alex started to wonder if fate was currently laughing at him with all the different turns his life had taking in the course of 4 days.

He took a deep breath, ready to ask Rossi to leave Marc out of this but he didn’t. He couldn’t. The pure rage on Vales face was enough to silence him.

It was such a raw expression. His eyes cold. His pupils were smaller than usual. He pulled his lips up revealing teeth clearly too sharp to be human. If it hadn’t been for Dani’s explanation that both brothers were werewolf, he would question that.

Rossi was angry. That surely couldn’t be good. The only reasonable explanation would be Luca. Alex assumed he had called him and explained everything that happened.

Luca must have mentioned Marc’s injury, the change, their fight… And for some reason that was enough for the retired rider to just show up.

So where was he?

Had he left him alone again but this time with an angry Vale? It somehow felt like another betray. Like Luca was throwing Alex to the wolf. To Rossi.

“YOU!” the Italian hissed loudly. “You fucking bastard-!” before someone could do anything, Vale was already next to Alex, grabbing him at the neck of his shirt. He pulled him up and pressed him against a wall. His hands were on his collar. He used all his force to press him against the wall.

It was inhuman strength.

“What the fuck have you asshole done to my brother? What have you done to him?” He almost screamed. He pressed Alex against the wall who could help but let out a sound of pain. The cold stones were pressed against his spine.

Vales eyes were wide and crazy. He looked like he was about to lose his mind.

“Vale, calm down!” Dani had gotten up just as quickly. His hand went towards Vales, trying to ease the grip around the shirt of the young man. “Calm down?!” he spit back. The disgust was clear in his voice as his hands reached for Alex jaw.

Violently. He pulled his face up. He pressed the back of his head against the wall. It was a lot. Alex wanted to scream but he felt like any sound would just make this worst.

“I am this close to bite out his vocal cord and fucking swallow it and you’re telling me to calm down?!”

Alex whined. He was afraid. He was so fucking afraid because he believed Vale. He was serious about hurting him. He was already conflicting physical pain and his level of anger was so high he definitely could be able to. And he didn’t know how Vale being a werewolf affected this all.

He wanted to cry. He felt weak. Like a child. He was helpless and he didn’t understand what was even going on. He wanted to be protected and his first thought was Luca. Luca always said he would always protect him. Against everyone and everything.

So where was he? Why was he letting him down? Again?

But Dani was there and he didn’t care about Vale’s strength. Dani was ready to defend Alex against everything and everyone. Alex was his little brother just as much so he took the Italians attack personal.  

“Yes I do!” The Spaniard replied, forcefully ripping his hands of the boy. “Because right now you are acting like a stubborn 5 year old that is angry because his best friend talks to someone else. You are a grown man, get a fucking hold of yourself and act like it!” Dani screamed.

Screaming was for the calm man unusual but he would not accept Vale speaking to Alex like that.

Vale slightly turned to him. His murderous glance now directed at the other retired rider. “Careful, Pedrosa. I am much stronger than you are” he said, letting his teeth flash in the artificial light.

Jorge looked from his husband to his former teammate. He would get in between them in a heartbeat if Dani was in real danger. But right now it were just threats and no real risk. And he knew that his husband could handle Vale better than anyone else. Especially like this.

“Try your luck, Wolfie. I am not scared of you.” He replied coldly. He took a step towards him, looking up at him. He pressed him slightly away, giving Alex the chance to make a run. Quickly, he dogged away and fled to the other side of the room, where Jorge put a protective arm around him.

He pulled him close, feeling him shiver for a moment. He wanted to kill him right there and then just for scaring Alex. They wouldn’t let anyone threaten their boys.

“You are just angry because your little brother is in a relationship with someone you don’t like.” Dani said in the meantime. “And I know the Marquez family aren’t on top of your preferred in law list, but Luca and Alex are a great couple. They… It is complicated at the moment but every couple has their fights. I’m sure they’ll-“

“Oh shut the fuck up! You think I care that he is fucking my baby brother right now when he-“ “Baby brother?” Jorge interrupted, his arms crossed in front his chest. They wouldn’t be easy for any of them. “We are talking about a grown ass man. He’s closer to 30 than to 20. Fucking act like it.”

Vale used the moment to give his ex-teammate a look of ‘shut the fuck up’ before he replied with a stern “Baby brother. Still. And he will always be. Asshole.”

“Hold up…” Alex said, after having found the trust in his voice again. “If… If this is not about me and Luca dating- “ He just decided to go along with this version as he had no interest in explaining his dating and moral dilemma to the angry brother of his boyfriend or potential ex-boyfriend. “Then what the fuck is this about?”

Vale went from completely ignoring him to staring at him in disbelief. The look on his face was priceless. He was taken aback by that. The shock or surprise seemed to cover his hate for a moment. Obviously, it had been clear to him that whatever was going on, should be well known to Alex.

“You – You don’t know, do you? You have no idea what you done to him?” There a laugh at the end of his sentence, but it only made him look insane. Not happy. Or relived. It was an insane laugh, like he could believe what was going on.

“What I did to him?” Alex repeated and now he was the one that felt close to insanity. He tried to go over everything in his head. What had he done? He remembered everything and for a second the hurt came back and he just wanted to cry and disappear. But he didn’t. Marc was back. He was save. There was no reason to break down again.

He pulled himself back up. Marc was alive. Luca was who knows where after their fight.

“You have no idea what went down here the last days” he stated, his voice slightly shivering. He was so close to just scream and let all the emotions he gathered during the last days out. But he wouldn’t give Rossi the satisfaction of knowing that he got to him.

“So don’t you dare fucking judge me.” He was proud of himself for standing his ground. He felt Valentino look him up and down. It was a judgy look. He looked angry and just as Alex was about to call it a win for him, the Italian responded “You really are an as arrogant asshole as your fucking brother” and the other froze on the spot. Because what is that even supposed to mean?

“Okay, Vale, that’s enough” Dani said annoyed. “If you’re just hear to insult Alex, just fucking leave.”

“Trust me, I will. I would love to do nothing else but leave but before I can do that, I need to know what this cunt did to my brother that he lost his mind!” “Lost his mind? Are you delusional?” Alex scoffed. This was starting to get ridiculous. There was no sense in his words.

“We had a fight. Okay? Yes, I said some mean things after he tried to murder my brother. Sorry that I have emotions!” he said, his gaze not leaving Vale. Alex was fed up. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to be with Marc, who was still sound asleep, unaware of the events in his surroundings. He wanted to be with Luca and talk everything through. He wanted his boyfriend back. He wanted the relationship back he had a few days ago when everything was good.

Rossi however was not on the list of people who he wanted to deal with.

“But fucking hell” the younger Marquez took a deep breath as he continued. “He is an adult. I am sure he can handle some insult and being yelled at without you playing bodyguard or whatever the fuck you’re currently trying to do.”

“You really have no idea what you did”

Alex was really close to just throw a book at him for his cryptic statements.

“Valentino, I…” he sighed. For a moment he actually considered just calling security and throwing him out. He was very close but he assumed it would just complicate things further. This particular Italian really wasn’t known for being able to handle rejection well. “Luca and I –A lot has happened, okay? You can’t blame me for saying things I shouldn’t have said in anger. You’re the expert in that, after all” “Oh fuck off, Marquez”

He had no hesitation so he just replied with “How many times have you said that, hoping to end an argument” “Careful with your words, fucker” And Alex scoffed at that. That boy was done. He almost lost his brother. The love of his life had lied to him for years. And now he had to deal with Marc being a werewolf and a fucking Italian with anger issues and attitude problems.

“No.” he said, deciding enough is enough. He didn’t act rational. There was no justification for it. So he refused to put up with it. “You come here, in my brother hospital room and attack me. You have the audacity to physically attack me, threaten me and scream at me cause I had a fight with your brother? Grow the fuck up. Luca is an adult. This isn’t pre-school so I am pretty sure he can handle some insults and yelling in a tense situation.”

“What you called being yelled at, caused him so much pain that he has lost his human side which basically equals death for a werewolf”

But that however, seemed like a good reason for Vales behaviour.

Alex brain stopped for a moment. He took the words in. He repeated them again and again. He tried to make sense of them. He tried to connect them with a meaning in his head. Luca lost his human side? Because of him? Which could kill him?

Luca could die? Because of him?

He felt like he couldn’t breath as he understood it. Losing Luca? No. No, please not.

A shiver ran down his spin. Yes. He had cursed at Luca. He had wanted to throw him to hell. He wanted him to disappear so he never had to see him again and deal with whatever remained between them. He only wanted to hate him.

But that was when he thought that he had actively wanted to hurt his brother. Now he learned the truth. Now he knew that whatever he did wasn’t out of spite or hate or to actually bring harm to Marc. It didn’t made the situation easier. It made it worst actually but now he had to deal with it.

“Wait what?” he asked quietly and as he saw how the tension left Rossi’s shoulders, he realized he was just as exhausted as he was from worrying about his brother. Alex saw the hurt in Vale’s eyes the same way Vale saw the fear in Alex’s eyes. There was shock and fear and disbelieve.

“He has lost you” he said, anger still lingering in his voice. It sounded like an accusation. Like he had blood dripping from his hands. Like he was really responsible that Luca might be… Somehow… No longer here.

It sounded ridiculous. But so did the existence of werewolves. Or his brother getting healed in minutes from a fatal injury. So nothing sounded impossible to him right now. “And as much as I hate to admit it” he continued as Alex looked up again. ”Luca loves you. Desperately. You’re his soulmate and he lost you. That… It can drive a werewolf in insanity to lose their soulmate. And if a werewolf goes insane, there is no human left to be saved.”

Too much. There was too much information. And too less at the same time. There were too many worlds that hold too much meaning he didn’t understood. He wanted to ask 1000 question but he feared to hear the answer. He was scared to learn what it really meant.

“I don’t understand.”

Vale sighed. He looked at him. There was pain and pity in his gaze. He wasn’t sure for who it was.

“The pain of thinking he lost you” he explained. His voice sounded on edge. “for whatever reason or in whatever way, was so painful that his wolf took control” Alex wanted to scream and cry. Nothing made sense. This wasn’t right. It didn’t sound like Luca. A part of him was still yelling that Luca was human. But he knew he wasn’t. “Vale, you’re making no sense”

“We balance human and wolf side. But if something happens that’s dangerous, sad or enraging, we lose this balance. The side that can deal better with it, takes control. And sometimes – when the pain is really bad, we lose the connection to the other part of ourself”

He stepped closer. Anger returned to his eyes. All the explanation seemed to shake him up again. Alex swallowed hardly. Whatever followed wasn’t good.

“And whatever you said to him was enough to hurt him so much that his subconsciousness decided that he wasn’t able to deal with it as a human. He pushed him back and locked him out  his own had. So right now, my brother is a wolf, hiding somewhere in the woods and refuses to change back.”

“But he can just change back! Let human Luca take control again, push the wolf or whatever away!” he threw back. His mind refused to accept that he might lose Luca. It wasn’t on the table. He had to hold onto that. “He can’t!” Vale yelled back, his anger lurking through again. He stared at him with hate. His face twitched. He was losing control. He looked like a wild animal.

“I lost my brother. Don’t you understand? Are you such an asshole that you don’t understand?” He took a few steps towards him. “Luca is basically killing himself because of you! And what did he do?! Tell me what he did to deserve this? What did my baby brother – MY BROTHER – DO THAT HE DESERVES TO DIE?!”

Tears were shimmering in his eyes. They hit Alex like a tones of bricks. Vale was worried. He wasn’t angry at him. He didn’t hate him for being in a relationship with Luca. And this had nothing to do with Marc either. This was just about them. This was just an older brother worried that he might lose his younger brother, a boy he saw grow up since he was a baby.

It was a brother worrying for a brother.

Alex understood that. Especially after the last days. But now he was somehow responsible for that.

“I… I am sorry” he admitted. Because he was. He had no idea. This wasn’t meant to happen. He was angry but actually losing Luca? No. He refused to. “Oh fuck off. That wont bring my baby back.”

“Vale, that’s enough.” Dani said, taking back more control over the situation at the sight of a devastated Alex. He had seen enough. He had heard enough. Vale wasn’t himself anymore and he was just using the younger one to inflict emotional pain.

“What do you want him to do? Right now. What can we do to help Luca? There has to be a way. Surely you know how to get Luca back? Cause those accusation don’t help anyone”

“Oh they do. They so do… ” He stepped closer to Alex and whispered in a dangerous tone. “If my brother dies, I won’t kill you-“ “Vale shut up” Dani exclaimed. He was ready to punch the werewolf again. “No. Let me speak, Pedrosa or I’ll make sushi out of your husband”

He was being too serious not to take him serious. “So… Alex…” He turned back to him. Slowly. Like a predator, torturing his pray, knowing there was no escape. He took his time. Because he could.

“Like I said before I got so rudely interrupted… I won’t kill you. Don’t worry.” A grin, filled with hate spread over his face. “Instead I will make sure that you know exactly how I feel. I am going to make your life such a hell that you’re going to kill yourself. I will destroy everything and everyone you love-“

He knew he should hold back, but it just escaped his mouth. “You’re gonna kill Marc?” he asked anxiously.  “No… That’d be to painless. He will live – for now. Instead I will make him go insane. He will be the monster you saw in Luca but now in reality and it will be so much worse than anything you could imagine. I’ll make sure of that.”

Alex flinched. Going after his brother?

“You see… Marc once told me, back in 2014 that he would do anything to keep you safe. Really sweet actually… You’re very close. But the thing is… So are Luca and I. And I would also do anything to keep him safe. But I would also do anything to revenge him.”

Alex couldn’t breathe.

“If my brother goes insane, it seems like an appropriate payback to turn your brother into an actual monster. A real, feral werewolf with no ability to change back. Luca changed him, didn’t he? So he has not learn how to take control yet. So... No control. No holding back… He’d be a wild animal, still hurt from the change, angry and confused cause he’d have no idea what’s going on. Do you understand? All the primal urges and instincts would be there. But much more aggressive and no natural fear.”

The way he said it, made so much sense to Alex that he was sure he would cry. “How would you feel seeing him like that? Because of something you did?” Marc? Like that? No. No, he had to do something. He had to stop that. He had to prevent this.

“He wouldn’t even recognize you. All he’d see is a source of danger. He’d attack everything and everyone blindly. Even you… Maybe I even get him to kill you.” He laughed slightly and the insanity was written all over his face. He spoke slowly. There was no rush in his voice. Every word was a dagger that he used to slowly kill Alex.

“Oh imagine that… He changes back – And yes I can force that, very violent, very hurtful and harmful – and he’s all alone. He doesn’t understand what happened to him. Or where he is. But there is blood on his hands. He looks down and sees a familiar face – if you’re still recognizable that is. Maybe he doesn’t leave enough of you in one piece that even he’d be unable to recognize the boy he spent his whole life with…”

Not even Jorge was able to recognize Vale as he spoke like that. But it had never been about Luca.

“Marc would think he just killed a random person and he returns, searching for you only to slowly realize that you’re not coming back. Maybe he wonders if that stranger was closer to him than he though. Maybe he spends his whole life questioning if you were that poor soul whose life he ended that violently or if you ran away when you found out what your big brother has become.”

Dani just stood there frozen. There was nothing he could do to stop Vale, as it would endanger them even more to anger an emotionally hurt werewolf. He wanted to pull Alex away and prevent him from listing. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t save Alex and Vale still continued.

“Or he leaves your face more or less alone. You’re staring up at him as he looks down. Still looking up to the golden boy. Right? Older brothers… You kids always look up to them. But even in death? Would you still look up to him if he tears your heart out your chest? Would you forgive him? Cause it wouldn’t be his fault… Right?”

Poison. His words felt like poison.

“But now your body is laying to his feet, bleeding out. You’re completely covered in your own blood. Cold or warm? What would be worst? And the taste of  your flesh and blood would still be lingering in his mouth after he tore you apart. It probably would never leave him alone. He would spent the rest of his life knowing how his baby brother tastes… Tell me, Alex… What would do you think that would do to your beloved brother?” 

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FD part 4

I am very sorry for how long this took to come out. I hope you guys love it and was worth the wait. As always, I love to see your reactions so feel free to tell me what you thought!

Eddie called and called. Leaving voicemail after voicemail. He was panicking, and he had no idea what to do. He knew that if this moment ever came, he'd be screwed. And here he was.

It didn't take long for the media to find out, and Eddie felt it was leaked. And he knew by who.

They were on the cover of every magazine

"Biggest couple in the world called it quits! But why?"

The fanbase was split, some on her side and trashing Eddie's name. Some on his side believed she was the issue, and that's why she was never public about her relationships. Eddie wanted to come clean right away, but Zack refused to let him.

He said letting the fans try to figure it out would bring more attention to them. But Eddie didn't want anyone turning on her, but Zack believed it would impact Eddie's fame. And Zack only cared about Eddie's career.

~~~

He hated that he had no way to get in touch with her. He wanted to apologize over and over. He wanted to find any type of way to fix the mess he got himself into.

Just as Zack hoped, Eddie's name was in every magazine. A week has passed and no one has even seen Y/N. Paparazzi outside her house, just waiting for the second she walks out to capture how she looks in the breakup stage. But she hasn't made a sound. She hasn't been active on social media, everything on her end was silent.

Two weeks and the media was craving her side of things. Her fans begged that she says something about what happened. Her management team wanted her to speak of what happened, clear her name, and end Eddie's career.

She didn't want to end his career. But she was an artist, and artists show their pain through their work. So, she released a song.

She wrote every emotion she felt, sang with all the betrayal on her mind, and sent the record out to the world. She felt happy with the way the song turned out. She didn't care if people liked it or not. She didn't care if Eddie heard it and was upset. She wanted to take back all the power she lost.

He wanted her because of her famous daddy, she took the title and made it her own.

It didn't take long for "famous daddy" to reach the top of the charts and for everyone to talk about it. The media loved the drama. Articles were written about what each lyric meant and the exact way it related to Eddie.

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Zack was on cloud nine, the exact reaction from her that he was hoping for.

Eddie on the other hand was suffering. He hated how different everything was. The song they made together was so in love and happy. All of that disappeared in her new song, and it made his gut turn.

"Perfect! The pop star has released a break-up single, definitely leading to a breakup album. All the songs will be related back to you. That keeps everyone searching your name and keeps everyone connecting things back to you. You know what we have to do now, right?" Zack asked

"Apologize publicly and leave her alone?" Eddie questioned, but he knew that wouldn't be the answer. It would be the right answer, not the one Zack was looking for though.

"No! This is the perfect time to get you in the booth. Writing the break up from your point of you. She called you out, she embarrassed you, and truthfully, outshined you pretty damn well. She has the power to make the media believe what she wants, we need to reverse that."

"That doesn't make any sense! Reverse what? She sang about the truth. She talked about falling in love and having it all be a plan. She talked about being used for her daddy's name. Everything she said was real, you expect me to make it seem like she's lying?" Eddie couldn't stand this man. But he easily found out the truth about what being famous was all about doing anything to get your name ahead.

"Stop with that nonsense. She's a fucking girl singing about how her boyfriend broke her heart! She's releasing the same shit everyone else is. You are the man, you come out and sing about your side, and everyone always believes the man. You write about how she's lying, she's throwing your name in the dirt so she can come out on top. Every boy who has ever been wronged by a girl will love the song. They'll relate to you. It's you versus her, and you are going to win."

"So she can hate me? So all her hard work is easily thrown to the side all because a man said she was making shit up? Do you not hear how fucking ridiculous that sounds? She has had this career for years, she worked hard to keep her reputation real and that's exactly why she hid away from relationships. You want to take that all away from her?"

"Eddie, I am your manager, I don't give a shit about her. I'm hired to make you a star. I got you the contract with her dad, which he can't get out of no matter how much he hates you, I got you at the top, I got your name known. Your constant arguing about everything is really pissing me off. Write the fucking song, record it, and we will release it."

Eddie watched as Zack slammed the door behind him.

He stared at the notebook in front of him. Countless songs were written about her, but none that villainized her. If Eddie ever got the chance to make it up to her, and he wrote the song, it would take any progress he made.

It was his career or hers.

~~~

Y/N knew with the release of a new song would cause even more drama. But she was tired of being played and being hurt. The release of the song was the first thing that made her smile in days. She felt a sense of comfort when people shared her song and their story. For once, she wasn't alone.

Her management dealt with endless calls, begging for interviews. At first, she wanted to say no, not bother to give him any more publicity.

But if he could use her for her name, why can't she suck his name out for her own benefit?

She had a performance set for tomorrow and an interview following. As she sat in her make-up chair, she hated how sad she felt. Almost like preparing to actually sing the song live, reminds her Eddie did truly break her heart. It wasn't a song she made of random characters, it was her and her pain.

"Y/N? Ready?" Her dad came in, a sad smile on his face. She knew he felt bad for her and he hated that he was stuck in a contract with the boy who broke his daughter's heart.

"Yeah," she breathed, standing up as she checked herself in the mirror. Eddie wanted to use her? Fine, she's going to ruin his career.

~~~

"EDDIE! COME HERE!" Zack screamed, turning the volume up on the TV as Y/N began to sing. Eddie felt like his heart froze on the spot. There she was, looking beautiful as ever. Makeup done to perfection and her hair framed her face nicely. Her face looked soft and angelic. Nothing like the bitterness in her tone as she sang with anger and betrayal.

Eddie felt his stomach drop at the guitar she was strumming. The same guitar they wrote their song together on. The guitar used to have pictures of him in the neck, but now broken hearts filled the empty space.

"Been fantasizing and crying, been romanticizing

About all these boys who ain't never gon' like me

I don't know why I thought it would be different this time

Thought you'd be the one, but you're one of those guys

Can only blame myself, I made it up in my mind"

Eddie hated the sad look in her eyes. Hated that she blamed herself for simply liking a boy. Blaming herself for falling for his lies and tricks.

"See! You did Eddie boy! Here she is singing live, broadcast all over the world, singing that she thought you were different. Maybe we'll put you in acting next." Zack snickered. Eddie hated the way Zack had zero empathy for anyone. Y/N never let the fame get to her, she was real and always felt everything she had with every emotion.

"I guess devourin' all the power is all you've ever known

You're sittin' on an empty throne

Do you get off from holdin' me from my potential?

Are you scared that I might bruise your ego?"

This is the first time Eddie allowed himself to listen to the whole song. He was a coward, and he was scared to face her. He was scared of what she felt and how much she hated him.

He wished he could explain that everything he felt with her was real and that he wished he never made the deal with the devil next to him. He didn't want to be alone, and he hated knowing he was at the top from stomping on her. She was suffering at the bottom while he basked in the glory.

"Thinking of good lyrics?" Zack asked, watching as Eddie stared intensely at the screen.

"Yeah. I got the perfect song in mind." Eddie said with a smirk

After her performance, she moved on to the interview. Eddie was curious as to what would be asked and how she would answer.

The interview started relaxed, the interviewer was polite and asked about Y/N's career and upcoming work. Then moved on to the reason for the song.

"Is it true that you and Eddie broke up because he was using you for fame? The fans believe your song paints that picture. Any thoughts on that?"

"Well, I think the title speaks for itself. But yes, we broke up because he was in it for the name. If honesty means telling you the truth, I mean." She laughed at the end, and Eddie felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. The world knew he was a shallow asshole, but he deserved it.

"Were you ever worried about that? Or had suspicions?"

Eddie wanted to shrink in his spot, remembering how desperate he was to lie to her and have her believe him. How he made her sound crazy for thinking he was out for blood.

"Yes, in the very beginning. I am suspicious of everyone and funny enough, he was the one that made me realize that. When we met he said he had no idea who I was, so I believed him. He didn't look at me like he knew who I was, almost like he was trying to see in me, see the color of my soul. So I thought he was different, he gave me a million reasons to believe it. All his reasons were lies."

But they weren't, and Eddie wished he could get her to believe that. But he lost his place to make her believe his words. There was no trust between them anymore and he was to blame for all of that.

~~~

Eddie focused on writing the perfect song, something that would grab everyone's attention and make her curious enough to listen to it. It was the only way he would get her to talk to him.

Eddie recorded the song and sent it out before Zack could stop him. Eddie wanted to write his side, and his side meant admitting his guilt and regret.

The media jumped on immediately, dissecting his lyrics and quoting them on social media. He smiled at some of the reactions, people still hate him but he was happy he got some respect back from her fans.

" HE ADMITTED HE WAS IN LOVE! @Y/Nmusic!!!!"

"HE QUOTED HER. HE WATCHED THE INTERVIEW"

"Why do I forgive white men so easily? This song has me hoping they make up"

The buzz would catch her attention, he knew it would.

~~~

"Find it hard to say I'm sorry

But I'll make it up to you somehow

I guess we lost our focus

And it's killing me that we could go to war like this

But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well I'm still in love with you"

Y/N hated that she listened to the song. She hated that her eyes stung hearing him say he was in love with her. She wasn't sure if it was another lie to make sure he looked good or not.

Her fans were quoting his song with their comments. Her feed was covered in him and his stupid voice. She felt bitter that everyone was quick to forget all the pain he caused. She needed to remind herself too.

"will you tell me anything I wanna hear to control how you're perceived?"

She hit the post with a small smile. Fans already blowing up her post and putting his name in the comments. He was quick to dm her and she felt scared to open it. She blocked his number so she could avoid his words, knowing she was too weak to stay away.

"Nothing makes up for what I did. I will do anything I can to show you that I want you over any career. I'm sorry and my feelings for you are real. I am in love with you, I was since the start and there were so many times I wanted to tell you the truth and save you from the pain I knew that would come. I've been selfish. It's time I show you that I want you for you."

She felt herself typing before she could stop herself. "Want me? You say that as your manager writes you a big check. A career that would be nothing without me."

"How can I prove this to you? I will leave the label altogether if it proves that I want you way more."

Y/N stared at the message, leaving his text on seen as she shut off her phone. She didn't know what to think. Did she love him? Would his leaving prove anything to her? Could she even believe that he would do it?

Her head snapped up at the sound of her tv-

"Eddie Munson has dropped his management team and label with a tweet:

"I'm picking the girl. Fuck my management and the label"

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[lightofraye]

I decided to torture myself.

I don't know why.

Her voice is just awful. Dear Danneel, please get vocal lessons. Bring it down an octave or something because fucking yikes.

A follower sent me this and asked if I had seen it. I had not. It was, after all, a fan compilation of various interviews of Danneel, videos, whatever. And...

How the hell do people stan her?

She's vapid, uneducated. Ugh.

Anyway... points of interest.

Throughout the whole video: WHO CARES ABOUT THE DAMNED HAIR TWIRLING?!

0:54: During a photo shoot I guess at a premier. ZERO chemistry between Danneel and Jensen. Jensen is smiling politely and wanting to get away as fast as possible.

1:00: Yes Danneel. We can see that it's a hallway. GOD. How insipid. Even Jensen was like "OMG, what?"

1:54: Uh. Danneel, honey, why would anyone else play Dean Winchester besides Jensen Ackles? He did not like that one bit.

4:14: Uh huh. If Jensen had witnessed some of it, why was nothing done then? I'm super-dubious about this claim. I really am. And how could he have witnessed it when he was likely filming Supernatural during that? Hmm.

5:55: Yeahhh.... had the family, but the steady career? Hahaha. Nope.

6:35: Danneel, honey, neither do you. If you expect me to believe you do any of the cleaning, I'm gonna call you a liar. You do nothing. Also, Jensen looked annoyed at the idea of so many bathrooms.

6:43: You are also not nice. I came across some old rumors about you, honey. You were awful, vicious, and the reason you got fired from One Tree Hill was because of your *whispers* drug habits.

6:55: WHAT IS SHE WEARING?!

7:35: The ever-changing face, proving that she lies about her plastic surgery. (Supposedly she claims she doesn't that many and I died laughing.) Also: "beautiful men with big egos"--bullshit, honey. You're the one who has the massive ego with zero to back it up. Plus she sounds as insincere as fuck.

8:22: "It's good. I love him. He's great." Insincere.

8:33: I'm cringing on Jensen's behalf. "Where the magic happens". And bypassed Jensen's wishes and insisted it not be cut--and guess what? It wasn't cut. As if they've shared a bed in years.

8:44: Ohhhh my gods. The brewery interview. Pay attention to Jensen's face as the interviewer talks about working together, living together--Jensen's done. And actually says "yes" to being tired of being with her. Danneel looked pissed. Ah honey...

11:43: Uh huh. The ring, huh? Gold digger.

12:04: The so-called flight anxiety. Whatever, Danneel. If you're able to fly without supposed help or therapy...? (No, getting drunk is not legitimate help.) You fly a lot, more than most "average" people. You take your kids. You go to conventions. You supposedly saw your husband a lot when he was filming Supernatural. You flew for your tidbits of roles. Then you're fine.

14:34: "Jensen's first time being in here." For the kitchen? Oh please! As if he never went in for a snack, beer, or anything. SHUT UP, DANNEEL.

14:38: "Nothing can happen to me, not for me, but for my kids." Excuse me, I need to shake some sense into her. Babe, honey, you do jackshit for your kids. They'll be fine.

Also that's not how panic attacks work. You literally aren't able to talk yourself out of it. Please stop.

15:36: "We're having another baby." That look your husband gave you? A deserved death glare because you knew he wouldn't like it. Stop emotionally torturing him, god!

16:41: I love that Jensen called her out on her lie about her name. I don't think she liked that either.

17:24: Ah. The insult about him smelling bad. God, can't she ever say anything nice about him? See the way he took a deep breath, braced himself? That's not a normal reaction to a "joke".

17:43: How can he not know women put perfume on their wrists and elsewhere? Translation: he never sees Danneel do it. Because they don't share a bedroom after all.

18:11: HOW CAN HE NOT KNOW THAT CHAIR MOVES?! Did the man not live there at all?!

19:34: Oh god. The doll. Honestly, Jensen should dump it. Stop torturing him with it! It's not funny!

19:53: Couldn't let him have the closet joy, huh? Bitch.

20:18: No. You're not nice. Nope. Not at all.

God. My eardrums. I'm crying now.

Danneel, babe, vocal coach. Please!

[luvmmarner]

MATTHEW TKACHUK - Good 4 u

This is one of the older works of mine, so my writing style is pretty different. It's a reupload since it was just gone for some reason. TW: cheating, heart break, no happy ending (sorry not really). PART OF THE SOUR SERIES

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

You found a new girl, and it only took a couple weeks

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? (World?)

Only 3 weeks it took Matthew to move on. You knew way before that he was cheating. The look of losing interest was plastered on his face every time he looked at you. He rarely even called you when he was away for a few days. But you denied it until you couldn’t. You always would brush it off and say to yourself. That Matthew would never do that to you. Even when the evidence was clearly in front of you.

During the start of the relationship Matthew always wanted what was best for you and would do anything you wanted. He wanted to give you everything the world included. That was however, when he was still in love with you. It didn’t seem like that now. 

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby

God, I wish that I could do that

I've lost my mind, I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom

After you and Matthew broke up it seemed like this new girlfriend of his just stepped right into your place. They both started to post on instagram and it was even on some headlines. All talk about their relationship. Heck, not even one person seemed to care. You didn’t really expect anyone too, because Matthew never posted or your relationship never was public. His pathetic excuse was ‘I don’t want you to get backlash or hate.’ You believed it was true until some point when he started to talk to his current girlfriend.

It seemed like his life was perfect and that he was clearly doing way better without you there. His new girlfriend was a full on replacement and was probably doing a way better job then you ever had. He moved on unlike you. Whenever you turned on your phone or tried to scroll through instagram, posts of him were everywhere. You couldn’t help break down which made your heart break even more and restart all over again.

Almost every night you would find yourself on the floor crying, wishing that you could go restart everything and find out. What you did wrong in the relationship. You tried your best and it hurt so badly.

Well, good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want (ah)

You bought a new car and your career's really taking off (ah)

It's like we never even happened

Baby, what the fuck is up with that? (Ha)

And good for you, it's like you never even met me

It’s only been a month since you and Matthew split and he seemed to be getting everything he ever wanted. He had an amazing girlfriend and they bought a house together. And his career was taking off ever since he moved to florida to play for them. He was the talk of hockey currently and you couldn’t go a day without hearing someone talk about him. It frustrated you; it was like you never existed to him. The fans didn't even know. Not even any of his new teammates or old teammates. You were just another stranger to all of them. It was like you and him never even met or knew each other. He didn’t even reach out, you were truly nothing to him.

Maybe I'm too emotional

But your apathy is like a wound in salt

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

After a while you started to ask yourself if you’re just too emotional. Clearly he didn’t feel how you felt. But you decided it was because of what he put you through. He never showed care or apathy like how you showed him. It was because he never truly cared. Why else would he leave you when you tried your absolute best for him. 

Whenever you tried to recall him caring about you or showing interest. You couldn’t remember you and matthew were together for 9 months and during the 6 month mark is when he started to slowly lose interest in you. It started with him not asking how your day was and it came to the point where he wouldn't even call you, or cognize you.  

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.

It was now time for you to move on, so that’s what you did. You packed up your stuff and said goodbye to everything you ever knew in your city and moved. You moved closer to some friends in New York. You bought yourself a small little apartment and set yourself up there. For a fresh start and new beginnings.

After a few weeks in your new city you began to feel comfortable and happy. There wasn’t really any mention of Matthew in New York, as there’s two New York teams and they were mainly the talk of the night & day. So you fully moved on partially yes you would sometimes have a good cry here and there. But it wasn’t frequent. You could finally go to NHL games without tearing up and you started to post on instagram again.

You were almost ready to start dating again until your phone lit up and a message appeared on your lock screen. You didn’t even need to look twice. You already knew who it was. "I’m sorry." You didn’t want to hear it. It’s been months and he messages you now. You couldn’t deal with it, you didn’t want to restart all of your progress you made over the months. So you just blocked the number and threw your phone across the room not even thinking twice to even send a response back. It felt good to finally get rid of the last fragment of your relationships existence. He moved on really easily so you can finally now as well.

[amnevitahwritesstuff]

Feyre is sent to a prison island after committing a murder. But she soon discovers that there is something far more sinister there than her fellow prisoners...

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Feyre/Rhysand

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: Murder, Horror

Chapters: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (wip)

AO3 Link

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Chapter One: The Prison

Feyre was a murderer.

That was why she was here after all, staring out at the island that was soon to be her prison. She probably deserved it. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t absolutely petrified to be here.

“Any advice?” She asked the marine unlocking her shackles.

He glanced up at her, considering, and then said, “Pretty thing like you? Find the meanest, nastiest fucker on that island and convince him to protect you.”

Feyre didn’t need the soldier to explain how exactly she was expected to ‘convince’ said man. She’d already had plenty of nightmares of exactly that scenario after her sentencing. The worst part was his advice was probably one of her better options.

“Thanks,” she replied quietly. I think.

He didn’t reply, only pulled off her shackles and then took a strong hold of her arm. She didn’t know why he bothered. It’s not like she could hijack this boat and sail it back home all by herself. She didn’t even know how to drive a car, let alone a boat. She supposed she’d never learn now.

The captain stepped in front of her then, weary and clearly wishing he was anywhere else.

The feeling is mutual pal.

“Feyre Archeron, you have been sentenced to life on The Prison. Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out?”

The woman in question stared at him blankly. What was even the point? He was going to throw her onto an island of rapists and murderers no matter what she said. She’d already screamed and cried and swore at her trial. What more could she possibly say?

The captain had the gall to look annoyed. As if she were the one ruining his day.

“Right,” He turned to the marine holding her arm. “Toss her and let’s leave this fucking place.”

Toss her?! “Wait, what?!-” But it was already too late and before she could react the marine was hoisting her up and shoving her overboard.

Icy seawater hit her like a ton of bricks. The shock froze her limbs for precious seconds as her mind tried to reorientate itself. Kick! She thought frantically. After a few terrifying moments her body obeyed.

Salt stung her eyes as she broke the surface and sucked in oxygen but she still managed to see the blurry shape of the boat as it passed her and glided off towards the horizon.

“Fuck you!” She shouted after it. It was petty, but who was going to care about her behavior now? Her dead mother? Her absent father? Her sisters she hadn’t seen since she’d been hauled off by the police?

The island loomed large a quarter mile behind her. She supposed it didn’t matter to the courts if their prisoners actually made it onto the island. Just that they’d been dumped within its vicinity so there was no hope of them ever escaping.

How far even was the mainland from here? Thirty miles? Forty? Fifty? It had taken at least a few hours to get here. They’d left at 9 am sharp and if the sun was anything to go by it was barely noon. Not that any of this mattered. She was never going home.

No one escaped The Prison.

For a few indulgent moments Feyre considered letting herself drown. As terrible as it seemed, it certainly had its appeal compared to eking out a miserable existence on an island full of dangerous criminals. After all, they didn’t send just anyone to The Prison. Only the worst of the worst for this place. Murderers. Serial killers. Violent rapists. Enemies of the rich and powerful.

It was dizzying to think she was considered one of them now.

She let the moment of self pity linger and then let it go. Right. She’d never been a quitter. She wasn’t about to start now.

Resigned, she pointed herself towards the island and started swimming.

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Feyre arrived upon her new home’s doorstep looking, for all intents and purposes, like a drowned cat.

It had taken her at least an hour to swim to shore, fighting six foot waves and avoiding what she desperately hoped were not sharks. She couldn’t be sure but she swore something had bumped up against her in the water at some point and hadn’t she read somewhere that sharks bumped into their prey before they circled around to take a bite out of them?

Shivering, she glanced down the beach, hoping against hope none of her fellow prisoners had seen her, but almost immediately she spied two men melting out of the tree line.

Well fuck.

Adrenaline flooded her veins and she scrambled to her feet as one of the men crept closer, holding his hands up as if she were a spooked horse. He was older, hair grayed and skin weathered by the sun. Clothes barely more than rags. Was this what awaited her if she managed to survive as long as him? Rotted teeth and preying upon new arrivals like scavengers?

“Easy there doll. We’re not gonna hurt ya…”

Either he thought she was a moron or he was one himself because Feyre knew exactly what that man had planned for her and quite a lot of hurt was involved.

“Bet you’re real hungry after that swim,” the other man said. He was younger than his companion, but in many ways he looked worse off. Starved and mean looking. “We’ve got some food over at our camp. We’ll share it…”

Even if she were desperate enough to take him up on his offer, his hollow cheekbones and bony wrists led her to believe that statement was a load of bullshit.

She waited, muscles coiled and tense as the men drew ever closer. Suddenly the skinny one reached out, attempting to make a grab for her but Feyre was ready for him. She kicked the sand and it arced up and sprayed straight into his eyes. He howled, clutching at his face, and stumbled forward but she was already bolting out of reach and into the forest.

“Wait, come back!” The older man shouted.

“I can’t see!” The other roared. “I’ll fucking kill her!”

But Feyre was already putting as much distance between her and her would-be captors as possible, not knowing which direction she was going except that it was ‘anywhere but here’. She heard the older man crashing in the underbrush just behind her, shouting at her like she were an unruly dog set loose.

She didn’t even realize his shouts had stopped until she was halfway up the hill. She dared a glance over her shoulder and saw nothing but trees and ferns.

Good.

She kept climbing.

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It’s getting dark.

That was all Feyre could think as she wandered the woods in search of food and shelter. So far she’d found a tiny stream of questionable quality and a crooked stick. She supposed she could poke someone’s eye out with it if she was very lucky and her attacker were very still but she wasn’t holding out much hope in that department. Unfortunately the other items on her survival list had yet to be discovered.

Though with the way the sun was going down she was starting to worry. The temperature was dropping rapidly and though her clothes had long since dried they weren’t exactly made to keep one warm in near freezing weather. When she’d first realized they intended to send her off to her final destination in only her prison uniform she’d nearly fought them.

“You can’t be serious!” She’d raged at the officers escorting her onto the boat. “How am I supposed to survive without a coat? A knife? A lighter?”

The officers had been silent but their message was loud and clear: You don’t.

They expected her to die out here. They expected them all to die out here. Well clearly they hadn’t met Feyre. If there was one thing she was good at it was survival. And spite.

Especially that last one.

Still, if she didn’t find shelter soon even sheer undiluted spite was going to have trouble keeping her warm.

It took another hour before she found what she was looking for.

In the dying light, she spotted a little burrow under a rocky outcrop. It would be a tight squeeze, but it was better than her current options which were…nothing. It wasn’t exactly the Four Seasons, but it would mostly protect her from the elements and, more importantly, keep her out of sight. The last thing she needed was another of her fellow prisoners happening upon her while she slept.

As she wormed her way into the muddy crevice, she wistfully reminisced upon her bed back home.

To think, just a year ago she had been sitting in an upscale dining hall, celebrating her sister’s marriage. If someone had told her then what her future held she never would’ve believed them.

And still, she couldn’t fully regret the actions that had led her here.

Perhaps if she hadn’t seen the bruises littering Nesta’s arms things would’ve been different, but she had. And once she had seen them she couldn’t unsee them, no matter how many long sleeved dresses and cardigans her sister wore afterwards. Feyre still had the image of purple fingerprints dotting her sister’s wrist branded into the backs of her eyelids. Nesta never said a word about them. No matter how many times Feyre and Elain begged her to. She had been the very picture of the quiet, demure wife.

And Feyre had hated it.

Perhaps it would’ve gone on indefinitely like that, Nesta’s stoic silence and her sisters’ outspoken concern, but then it had happened.

It had been over something innocuous, his breakfast not being done on time, his coffee being too hot, or his newspaper not being laid out on the table the way he liked. Whatever it was, all Feyre remembered was the way her sister had reacted to her husband’s ire, braced and waiting for a blow. She’d seen it in her eyes. The hatred. The fear. The self loathing of having her sisters here to witness her humiliation. And then he’d grabbed her by the chin, fingers pressed deep enough to leave marks and Feyre had seen red.

Perhaps she truly deserved to be here for what had happened next. For the sheer satisfaction she had felt as she’d watched him bleed out around the butter knife in his eye socket. All she had known then was that this man would never touch her sister again.

She had never lost a moment’s sleep after doing what she did. When she had closed her eyes in her cell after her arrest the only thing she had regretted was the looks of horror and disbelief on her sisters’ faces. She hated that her final memories of her family were those.

But she still couldn’t regret it. No amount of wealth was worth broken bones. Nesta may have been willing to live in gilded luxury for the price of her battered body, but that wasn’t a trade Feyre agreed with. Better her sister live a rich widow who hated her. Better she was thrown to the rapists and murderers.

And I’d do it again. Every time. Feyre thought as she curled into the mud and let her exhaustion lull her to sleep.

Elsewhere, in the gathering dark, something stirred. The other prisoners retreated to the shoreline. They knew better than to enter the forest at night.

There you are. A voice whispered into Feyre’s dreams. I’ve been waiting for you.

[armored-angel4798]

Part 1

CW FOR CANNON COMPLIANT CHARACTER DEATH

Steve and Eddie had been dating since after the mall fire. Steve wasn’t allowed to sleep that night because of the concussion, and his refusal for a hospital, but he was soo damn tired. He needed something, anything to keep him awake. So, of course, he went to the trailer park. It was late. He knew it was but he just needed some fucking help. He knocked on the door for Munson’s trailer, hoping he would be awake to answer. It took a minute but a groggy Munson did open the door wiping the sleep out of his eyes and glaring.

“What the fuck do you want at fucking 3 in the morning?”

Eddie hadn’t yet noticed who was at his door, or the state of them. He was just pissed.

“I need something that will keep me awake, please. Robin is driving me crazy about how I need to stay awake because I might be concussed but I am so fucking tired, man. I need help.” Steve knew he was crying because the tears were stinging the cuts in his cheeks. He couldn’t bring himself to care about how this looked to Munson. He was just tired.

“Woah, Harrington? What the fuck happened?”

“Mall fire. Are you gonna sell to me?”

“Christ, yeah, yeah, come in. You can’t drive on this shit. You need to stay here.”

Eddie had no intention of selling to Steve tonight. He had a few sugar pills that he could give him, make him think he was drugged. Eddie intended to sit vigil by Steve all night to keep him awake. He led Steve to his room and sat him on the edge of the bed. Gave him the sugar pill and told him to hold tight while he went to the bathroom for a damp cloth.

“I’m just gonna clean up your face, okay, Stevie?”

Steve hummed his agreement and Eddie pressed the cloth gently to his face. He took time to make sure the cuts weren’t going to get infected and applied some anti bacterial cream to them.

“It wasn’t just a mall fire.” Steve said. “There were Russians, I had to protect the kids and Robin.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” Eddie whispered. He could tell Steve was struggling to keep his thoughts straight.

“Hop’s gone.” Steve sobbed, “but the kids, the kids are okay, and Robin is okay.”

Eddie just kept cleaning his face while Steve rambled. After that night Steve kept showing up on Eddie’s doorstep looking for something to stay awake. He deliriously told him about his nightmares and few times while Eddie talked to him until 4 most mornings. Something in Steve had changed, Eddie couldn’t put his finger on it. He kept getting more and more enamored with Steve and Steve didn’t even care about the “drugs” anymore he just wanted to see Eddie. This lasted about a month, the late nights, before Steve asked him if he could kiss him.

“Yknow, Eds, I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Really, me, Stevie? You sure?” Eddie teased.

“I’m serious, Eddie, you’re literally the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and you’re so kind. I think…. I….. can I kiss you.”

He was so close to Eddie’s face he had to go crosseyed to see him.

“Okay” Eddie whispered.

Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s and it was the most amazing kiss Steve had ever had. It was just a simple press of lips, no tongue, no expectations. Just Steve’s feelings for Eddie and Eddie’s feelings for Steve. After that they were boyfriends, in secret. Not because Steve wanted to hide him away but because they were afraid of how Eddie would be treated. When Vecna happened, though, Steve is sure Robin clocked it right away. As soon as Dustin and Max burst into family video talking about Eddie being missing. Steve was panicked, the kids didn’t notice but Robin did. Robin who knew him better than probably anyone besides Eddie could see it. Her eyes widened at him but they didn’t get a chance to talk about it before they were loading into the car to find him. He needed to find him. When they noticed the boat house, Steve sprinted to open the door yelling for Eddie. When the door flew open Eddie was stumbling out of the boat he had hidden in and landed right in Steve’s arms.

“I didn’t do it, Steve, I promise. I didn’t do it.” Eddie sobbed into his chest.

“Shhh…. Shhh, Eds, I know you didn’t.”

“I’m so scared, Steve. It was horrifying.”

“I know, I know. It’s okay, baby. I’m here.”

The kids and Robin were completely forgotten in favor of his lover in distress. His sobs were breaking Steve’s heart as they sank to the floor.

“Uh… Steve?” Dustin questioned once Eddie had calmed down.

Eddie took in a sharp breath and squeezed Steve’s side again as he noticed their audience.

“Oh, Dustin. Hi.” Eddie said with a little wave toward the kid.

“Hi! Hi! What the hell, guys? What the absolute fuck!”

“Language, Henderson.” Steve scolded, “and back off if you’re gonna start some shit. He’s hurting enough.”

“I’m not… I’m sorry, Eddie. Are… are you okay?”

“I will be” he looked directly into Steve’s eyes as he said it. Digging his fingers into his sides again.

Eddie told his story and Steve told their story because Dustin is a little shit who refuses to not understand something, and they moved on with their monster hunting. A day later they found themselves in the upside down ready to split into teams and fight Vecna.

“Don’t try to be cute and play hero.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I… I love you.”

“I love you too.” Steve responded, blushing.

When he made it back, Eddie was gone and Dustin was screaming, Steve’s heart shattered.

Part 2

[maxphilippa]

heya so random question about the ii gkgg au because i am insane. how does mephone4 view 4s. i must know

Well! This is certainly a question!

"You're only scared of me."

"But you never cared for US."

[Long post ahead]

I did mention that 4s was created aflter Cobs saw how quick MePhone4 was working and learning, wanting to give him an helping hand even if it took some more time for 4s to get finished. Now, 4s got his consciousness just some time before Mephone4 killed Cobs and rebuilted him as a robot. This implies/means that 4s has known Cobs at least for a short period of time before losing his parental figure at the hands of his brother.

However, 4s did make a good team with Mephone4 before that happened. Mephone4 saw 4s as an brother, as an equal, actually treated him with respect and care instead of the way he treated Cobs (with lack of care and generally just in a gray area of "he's just stressed" and "he's completely disappointed on his creator and wants him GONE"). 4s didn't like the way Mephone4 treated Cobs at all but, didn't say a lot about it. 4 IS the leader of the Meeple army after all, there's a reason as to why Cobs would trust him so much, right?

Mephone4 saw potential in 4s. Cobs is an brilliant man, that's all the credit 4 will ever give him truly. He's, after all, a better version of him. But not quite. 4 is cold, calm, charismatic, calculated. 4s is hotheaded, passionate, strong and bold.

He saw him as an useful teammate and... important family, in a way.

But 4s was completely horrorized to see what 4 did to Cobs after. You know.

4 lacks empathy there. He thinks that what he did was going to help everyone. Why have a boss who just lived thanks to his guilt and doubts not let you grow as a company? As products? As them? He made Cobs a favor. He made him useful, made him a leader who didn't fret or stopped at doubts. 4s should be happy. Why wasn't he happy? He did this for everyone.

No one could tell Cobs the truth of what happened. It wasn't even necessary for Mephone4 to threaten the other Meeple products. They knew.

And 4s was fucking terrified. Because if Mephone4 just killed and "replaced" their father like nothing because he was useless, he couldn't bring himself to think about what his own brother could do to him if they tried to get Cobs back to his old self.

Mephone4 even implied it in the way he acted around 4s after that.

It all went down when Cobs found out the truth and got 4s and Mecintosh with him to run away.

Mephone4 felt betrayed over this. Even if he deserved to be left alone by his brother, his once tutor and his "father". But he's not one to have regrets or faults. No. Mephone4 felt disappointed on 4s.

Just like Cobs, he let those emotions get the best of him. Those emotions made him softer. 4s was meant to be reckless, powerful, BETTER than him.

But now, in Mephone4's eyes, he's nothing but worthless.

Saw him as an brother, an equal, an ally. Nowdays, 4s is nothing but a bitter reminder for Mephone4 to never expect anything from anyone, views him as an almost perfect but wasted opportunity.

Nowdays he has MePhone3gs and MePad as his assistants, so he has made sure to shape them the way he wanted them to be to not have another betrayal.

But that's for another post. :]

[steddieas-shegoes]

this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation

chapter 4: i stopped caring 'bout a month ago, since then it's been smooth sailing also on AO3  Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Rated E

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Wayne Munson was looking at Steve Harrington as if he was worse than the dirt under his shoe.

And that’s how he felt.

He watched Eddie spend months after Steve left wondering what he did wrong, what drove him away, what made him decide that leaving was better than staying here or explaining his feelings.

Wayne didn’t believe in holding back when you cared about someone, especially not after everything Eddie had been through.

And he thought Steve felt the same.

He saw the way that boy watched Eddie, whispering to himself when he thought Wayne wasn’t in the room for Eddie to just wake up, saw how often he came by the trailer just to check on him when he was home.

In short, nothing he did made any damn sense.

And what didn’t make any damn sense at this very moment was the fact that Steve was standing on Wayne’s porch holding Eddie’s hand.

“Someone better start talkin’ before I lock the both of ya out of this trailer,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wayne-“

“I think you’ve earned the right to call me Mr. Munson, don’t you?”

Wayne watched as Steve gulped, Eddie squeezed his hand, and they both took a step closer together.

He sighed.

“This is a sit down talk, ain’t it?” he asked Eddie.

“Yeah, probably,” he responded.

“Fine. Get inside. Be quiet. Mia’s sleepin’ and she ain’t due to wake up for a bottle for another hour.”

He walked inside, didn’t bother holding the door for either of them.

He was mad at Steve, sure, had been for a year now.

But he felt a simmering anger for Eddie, the nephew he loved so much, and his too-forgiving soul.

The only reason he was entertaining this conversation at all was because Eddie was giving him his big puppy dog eye look, the same one he used to get away with things as a kid and teenager, the same one Mia used to get extra snuggles before bed.

He sat in his chair, watched the way Steve and Eddie sat on the couch as close as they could get without being in each other’s laps.

“So you wanna explain why you’re here or should I assume it’s to hurt my boy again?” Wayne didn’t pull his punches, never had, never would, not when it came to protecting his family.

“Wayne-“

“Ed, I’m not askin’ you. I’m askin’ him. And then I’m gonna ask you so get your answers straight,” Wayne raised his brows at him before turning his eyes back to Steve, who looked even more tense. Good. “I’m gonna assume you came back to visit and didn’t think you’d run into Eddie, but you did. I’m also gonna assume you didn’t know about Mia. I’m gonna tell ya right now, I’m more protective of her than I am of Ed and you remember how protective I am of him.”

Steve nodded.

“Well? You gonna explain or am I just gonna send you on your way?”

“I guess you’re right, mostly. I didn’t plan on running into Eddie at first, and no one told me about Mia before. But I did and I met Mia, and I was hit with this feeling that I’d missed even more than I thought, and I was reminded that I left more than just friends. I left a future. I tried to find one, but the one I could’ve had never even got a chance. I-“ Steve cut himself off, looked at Eddie to gain some courage. “I shouldn’t have left the way I did and I won’t ever forgive myself for it or expect anyone else to. I was scared of a lot of things, my feelings for Eddie one of them, and I thought running would get rid of the fear. It didn’t. I kinda learned to live with it, though, at least until I came back and ran into Eddie. I saw what he had here with Mia, with you, with the kids, and I realized that the life I’ve been living is…I dunno, wasting away? I guess I just stopped caring about anything because it was easier than feeling the pain of leaving.”

Wayne could see they’d both been crying. Steve was crying again now, and Eddie looked like he wasn’t far behind.

It was easy to see that his pain was genuine, his incoming apology was genuine.

But that didn’t change things for Wayne, not without showing that he was going to actually do something to make it right for Eddie, for the kids who were just as hurt when he left.

“I’m sorry. For leaving, for hurting Eddie, and the kids, and anyone else, especially you. None of you deserved that, none of you should have had to wonder what happened or worried that you did something to upset me to make me leave. I’m sorry that you had to clean up the messes I left behind. I’m sorry that I may never be able to make it right.”

He could feel Eddie’s eyes on him, silently begging him to accept the apology for what it was.

“I’m gonna do everything I can, though. For Eddie, and you, and Mia. You all deserve more than I can give, but if you let me, I wanna try to give all I have,” he begged.

That’s what he was doing: begging.

Wayne could see how much Steve was relying on Wayne’s acceptance. Not forgiveness, maybe, but he needed Wayne to accept that he was here and recognizing his own failures.

“You know how much you hurt him?” Wayne said softer than he’d been speaking until now. “You know how many nights I was scared to go to work because he hadn’t slept in two or three days because he was crying and worried about you? How many mornings I came home and tried to make him breakfast and he wouldn’t eat because he was too worried? And how badly he needed you when Mia got here? How many times I walked in to hear him trying to muffle his cryin’ in his pillow while she slept, asking for you?”

Eddie didn’t know he’d heard that, he’d never mentioned it, but now was as good a time as any to let it out.

“You know how much I worried about him tryin’ to hold it all together for Mia? You don’t. You couldn’t. He wouldn’t tell you how bad it was, and no one else knows how bad it was. But I was here, I saw it all, I see how he still sometimes zones out while she’s taking a bottle, starin’ at your photo by his bed. How much he still misses you, loves you. And to me, you don’t deserve it-“

“Wayne-“

“Ed, not yet,” Wayne held his hand up. “You were selfish, exactly what I expected of a Harrington, and you just show up now thinkin’ I can allow it without bein’ on edge. I hear your apology, I think you’re genuinely sorry, but that don’t mean shit to me until you prove how sorry you are.”

“Can I talk now?” Eddie asked.

Wayne looked him over, sighing as he saw his clenched jaw, his rigid back. He nodded for Eddie to talk.

“I appreciate you sticking up for me, and you’re right. He shouldn’t just be forgiven because of an apology, not with the way he hurt me and not with how much I would have to lose if he were to leave me again. I know that. But I know Steve isn’t gonna do that again. He’s not,” Eddie insisted.

“And how do ya know that?”

“Because last time we didn’t say how we felt. This time we did. We both put it all out there. He knows what it would look like to leave now,” Eddie glanced behind him towards his bedroom. “He knows what he’d be leaving and he won’t do that. Not to me or Mia, and not to you.”

"So, what? You’re movin’ back to Hawkins?” Wayne directed his question to Steve, but his eyes still glanced back at Eddie as Steve tried to form a response.

He looked hesitant, and that was more reason for Wayne to be concerned.

If Eddie had even a hint of a doubt, Wayne wouldn’t listen to any explanations. Not a single one.

“I’m…not moving back here, no.”

That’s what he thought.

“So you’re leavin’? Again?” Wayne must be missing something.

Eddie wouldn’t allow this, and Wayne certainly wouldn’t.

“I’m leaving, but Eddie’s gonna come with me. Or he will soon, at least. When he’s ready and when Mia’s ready.”

Wayne sat back in his chair.

He turned all of his attention to Eddie, who looked suddenly like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Oh, is that what’s happening? Not to be a negative Nancy, but how you plan on doin’ that when you can’t even get a place here, Ed? You know the city is more expensive, that’s why you ain’t gone yet.”

He hated being the bad guy, hated doing this to Eddie when he knew he knew.

But sometimes love makes you do stupid things. Sometimes you need someone with logic to step in and think for you.

And sometimes, Wayne took his protective streak just a bit too far.

Like he did now.

“I’m well aware I can’t afford shit, Wayne, thank you. I know it’s expensive, I know it’s a risk, and I know that it won’t be easy. But I also know that I can’t stay trapped here, I can’t keep Mia trapped here, and I can’t live with myself if I never fucking try!”

Mia started crying in their room and Eddie instantly let go of Steve’s hand and stood up, already looking like he wanted to cry out of frustration.

“Eds-“

Wayne watched as Steve stood with him, reaching out a hand to stop him.

“It’s fine. I’ll be back,” Eddie brushed him away, turning and walking towards his room to take care of Mia.

Steve watched him go, and Wayne watched Steve.

Steve’s face fell, eyes closing to ward off tears that started to fall anyway.

He sat back down on the couch, his face turned to the floor.

“I know you’re angry with me, but can you please not take it out on him?” Steve whispered, his voice shaking.

Wayne would give Steve one thing: he was brave. He never stood down when it came to protecting the people he cared about, even if it meant causing more trouble for himself.

He respected it, even with his negative feelings toward Steve, he knew what Steve was risking by saying something like that to Wayne, and he knew he was doing it because of how much he cared for Eddie.

“I’m not tryin’ to take it out on him. I’m tryin’ to get you both to see some sense.” Wayne leaned forward in his chair, face softening as he took in the way Steve tensed. “You’ve started a new life just as much as Ed has. You’ve got your job, your friends, your future. Adding Ed and Mia to the mix ain’t gonna be easy. You both have to think about Mia more than yourselves.”

“We know it won’t be easy. I know. I don’t expect him to make a decision that could be bad for Mia. I don’t want either of them to get hurt any more than you do,” Steve argued.

“But you’ve already hurt him. I can’t let that happen again, Steve.”

Eddie walked into the kitchen holding Mia, trying to keep her looking away from Steve and Wayne, but failing.

“Mamamamamama!” Mia started yelling.

Wayne’s brows drew up, eyes widening comically.

Steve smiled at her, giving a small wave.

“Mama!” she started smacking Eddie’s face and kicking her legs like she was trying to fly to Steve. “Mama! Uh!”

Wayne watched as Steve gave in, making his way over to where Eddie looked like he was going to collapse on the floor, exhaustion and emotions clearly all catching up to him at once.

“Hi princess,” Steve said softly, holding his hand out to get her to stop hitting Eddie’s face excitedly. “Are you having good dreams?”

Steve took her from Eddie’s arms, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before waving to him to go away.

Wayne watched.

He took in the way Eddie’s entire body relaxed, how he looked at Mia in Steve’s arms with such adoration, so much love for her.

He never doubted Eddie’s devotion to Mia, to making sure she got everything she needed and felt loved.

And watching this scene now, watching Steve make her giggle in his arms while Eddie slumped against the counter for a moment, seeing how easy it was for them to fit like this, Wayne had to admit to himself that he was being unfair.

Maybe not completely — he still felt like his worry about their future was understandable — but he could see how jumping to the worst possible outcome wasn’t necessary.

“I got it,” Steve said quietly to Eddie as Mia babbled away in his arms.

“I can-“ Eddie started.

“I got it. Go talk to him,” Steve insisted, grabbing the bottle of formula from the counter to start filling the bottle Eddie already had sitting out.

Eddie turned to Wayne.

Wayne tilted his head towards the front door, silently suggesting they go out on the porch to talk.

Eddie nodded once before pecking a kiss on top of Mia’s head and one to Steve’s temple.

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Eddie and Wayne had always found solace in sitting on their front porch.

When things were hard, they came out here to make them easier.

Eddie took his spot on the top step while Wayne took his spot on the rocking chair.

They didn’t look at each other, didn’t have to when they were out here.

“I think I need you to explain to me what you and Steve had before he left,” Wayne said.

Eddie looked over at him briefly, nodding as he looked back at the front yard, the pitch black of the trailer park surrounding them.

“I don’t really know if I could explain it. It was technically nothing, I mean nothing more than friends. But we both knew it was more, or would be more. I loved him a lot, Wayne,” Eddie sighed. “And I think maybe I should have told him sooner. I think he would have stayed if I’d told him.”

“Why didn’t he tell you?” Wayne asked.

“He’s got…a rough history with telling someone how he feels. I knew I would have to be the one to make that move and I didn’t so that’s on me,” Eddie sighed. “But I’m not letting him just get away with what he did. I need you to understand that. My forgiveness for him is conditional and he knows that. He’s got work to do to make it right. But he’s trying already, and I need you to understand that he deserves the chance to keep trying.”

Wayne was watching him, letting his words sink in for a minute before responding.

“I love ya, kid. I just worry about the way you love people sometimes. Sometimes they don’t really deserve what you give them, and I can’t watch ya go through that kinda hurt again.” Wayne moved to sit down next to him on the step, grunting as his knees creaked and popped. “You really think he’s the one? For you and Mia?”

“I think that there’s a reason he came to the shop on the one day I have to handle the front, and there’s a reason that Mia already is obsessed with him, and I think the reason is that he’s supposed to be mine. I think he’s supposed to be ours.” Eddie bit his lip, wringing his hands together. “I know I’ve done a good hiding it over the last couple of months, but the hurt I felt when he first left never went away. I was still hurting just as much, it just got easier to show everyone that I wasn’t. Having him back, even if it’s only been for a minute, has changed everything for me.”

Wayne nodded, encouraging him to keep talking.

“I hope you get the chance to see the Steve that I’ve been able to see. I hope you can understand that he made a mistake and he’s owning up to it and making it right. I hope you can see that he’s good for me, and he’s good for Mia, and he’s good for our future. He’s good, Wayne. He’s the reason I’m even here to convince you to like him.”

“He’s also the reason you cried yourself to sleep for months,” Wayne said before letting out a long sigh. “But I hear ya. I can’t promise I can forgive him completely right now, but I can give him a shot. I can try. But I need ya to promise me something.”

“Anything,” Eddie nodded, hesitant smile on his face.

“I need ya to promise me that you’ll visit as often as ya can.”

Eddie let out a small sob, nodding as he fell into Wayne’s side.

“As much as we can, we’ll be here. Promise,” he said between breaths, his tears soaking through Wayne’s shirt.

“You better. And if anything happens, I want ya to come right home. No told ya so’s here, as long as you’re both okay,” Wayne said as he wrapped his arms around him.

“Okay.” Eddie sniffled, but didn’t move away from Wayne. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I should be a little nicer if he’s gonna take on the task of making sure you remember to eat breakfast and fill your tank with gas,” Wayne teased.

Eddie pulled away with a shocked face.

“I can do that stuff by myself!”

“Uh huh. Sure ya do.”

Wayne hugged him again before standing up, groaning at the way his knees popped again.

“You invite him over for dinner tomorrow so I can get to know him better. No arguin’.”

“Will you be nice?” Eddie raised a brow at him.

“I’ll do my best. For you and Mia.”

Eddie nodded, smiling up at him. “Then I’ll tell him to come over after my shift.”

Wayne gave him a pat on the shoulder before walking back inside, hopefully to be nice to Steve or leave him alone entirely.

Eddie let out a long sigh.

“Jeez. That bad?” Steve joked from behind him.

Eddie turned quickly to see him standing there holding a sleeping Mia, blanket covering everything except her face.

“No, actually. Better than expected. She drink a whole bottle before passing out again?” Eddie went to stand up and take her from Steve, but Steve held out his hand to get him to stay put.

Steve sat down next to him slowly, making sure not to jostle Mia too much where she was drooling against his shoulder.

“She had about half.” Steve rubbed her back slowly, leaning his head onto Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie wrapped his arm around Steve’s waist, tugging him into his side as gently as possible.

“She’s pretty attached to you,” Eddie whispered against his temple, letting his lips rest there while Steve relaxed against him.

“I’m pretty attached to her. And you. You’re pretty great,” Steve tilted his head up and beamed at him.

And it hit Eddie then. Maybe it should have hit a lot sooner, or maybe later.

He spent a lot of the last six months worried that it would always just be him and Mia.

Sure, he had Wayne, and the kids, and maybe even Robin if she decided to visit, but they weren’t Steve.

No matter what else he had, he never thought he’d have Steve.

Now he did, now he would.

He couldn’t help letting out a laugh, louder than he meant to, and immediately getting a glare from Steve when Mia let out a small whine.

He shushed her, patting her back and bouncing just slightly to try to keep her asleep.

Eddie watched with a fond smile.

Everything he wanted was here, everything.

He leaned down to kiss the top of Mia’s head.

“Sorry, I just realized that this is maybe the happiest I’ve been since you left. Maybe even before that,” Eddie whispered before leaning in to kiss Steve’s forehead.

“I’m gonna keep making you happy then,” Steve whispered back.

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Steve spent the night, insisting on being the one to get up with Mia when she inevitably needed the other half of her bottle.

“You have work tomorrow, I’m just meeting up with the kids for a bit. I can take a nap,” he said with his hands on his hips, leaving no room for an argument.

Eddie fell asleep holding Steve against his chest, tracing patterns and words against his bare back.

When his alarm clock went off the next morning, Steve was already awake, sitting up in bed with Mia on his lap.

“Hey,” Eddie smiled at them, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Look who’s awake, princess!” Steve exclaimed, smiling at Mia then at Eddie.

“Mama!” Mia yelled.

“Nope, dada. Mama’s been awake. You remember, you were there. An hour ago when you decided that screaming was the best way to wake me up,” Steve said, never losing the smile on his face.

“Sorry, I usually wake up as soon as she starts crying,” Eddie apologized, sitting up so he could take her in his arms.

Steve handed her over, but cuddled into Eddie’s side instead of laying down or getting up.

“’S okay. We had a nice long talk about letting dada have his sleep, didn’t we?” Steve was poking Mia’s tummy, smiling as she giggled.

“Oh, you did?” Eddie booped Mia’s nose, smiling at her as she giggled. “And she signed the contract that says I get to sleep in until at least seven in the morning on weekends?”

Steve sighed.

“Unfortunately, my client refused that part of the contract. But she did agree to go to bed earlier tonight so we can spend time with Wayne.”

Eddie kissed the top of her head as she smacked his face and babbled random noises.

He kissed the top of Steve’s head after, smiling when Mia copied him, at least to the best of her abilities. Mostly, she left a trail of drool in Steve’s hair.

Eddie started to apologize, but Steve waved him off.

“I don’t mind, baby.”

Their morning flowed seamlessly; As Eddie got ready for work, Steve got Mia’s breakfast ready, following Eddie’s very detailed instructions perfectly.

Wayne was out fishing, had apparently already arranged with Steve that he’d be home by ten to take over watching Mia.

Steve even handed Eddie a plate of peanut butter toast with a raised eyebrow.

“Heard you forget to eat breakfast before your shifts.” Steve ran his hands through Eddie’s hair. “Not happening while I’m here. Eat.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Eddie joked, ignoring the way Steve’s ears went red as he took a bite of the toast.

Mia babbled to herself and to them as she munched on her Cheerios and bananas, taking sips of her bottle every minute or so.

“Before you head out, is it alright if I use your phone? Just for a couple minutes.” Steve was wringing his hands together, a nervous habit Eddie had never noticed before. “I, uh. I’ve been doing daily morning check-ins with Robin. She was worried about me coming back here alone, so this is how I got her to agree.”

As much as Eddie wanted to dig deeper into that, ask a million questions about why she was so worried and why she was requiring check-ins, he knew neither of them had time for that.

“’Course you can, sweetheart. Tell her I said hi,” Eddie gave him a comforting smile.

He tried not to listen in, but the trailer was small and sound carried far, especially when Steve didn’t close his bedroom door.

But even Mia went quiet when she realized Steve had left the room, content to finish the last few bites of her breakfast in silence.

“Robs, it’s fine, I-“ A full minute of silence. “No, we talked and-“ He glanced over at Mia, who was looking towards the bedroom with her head tilted to the side like she was trying to listen too. He’d laugh if he wasn’t worried about making noise. “Robin. I’m fine. He’s fine. We’re fine. I’ll talk to you more about it tomorrow, okay?”

“Mama?” Mia asked, surprisingly quiet, like she knew she should be.

“He’ll be right back, princess.”

Eddie stood up to take care of his plate and start cleaning Mia’s hands and face from the mess she’d made.

Steve was by his side only a moment later, kissing his cheek and whispering a quick ‘thank you’ before he pulled Mia out of her high chair.

“Look at you! You did so good, princess. Barely even a mess on the bib,” Steve blew raspberries against her neck, making her laugh and flail her arms and legs.

“God, I love you,” Eddie said, unable to hold back for another second.

Steve looked over at him, eyes wide, awestruck.

“Yeah?”

As if Eddie hadn’t already professed it the night before, looked at him like he lit up the night sky ever since. As if Eddie hadn’t agreed to upend his entire life, go outside his comfort zone, take the biggest risk of his life for him.

“Yeah. More every minute, seems like.”

Steve tucked Mia against his hip, leaning over to kiss Eddie’s lips.

“I love you, too,” he breathed out, only pulling away when Mia started smacking at his cheek.

“Mama! Mama! Uh! Mama!”

“You are up, silly,” Steve said to her with a smile.

“Uh! Ooo? Ooo.”

Steve’s brows furrowed before his eyes widened and he looked at Eddie.

“Eddie. Oh my God.”

Eddie just stared back at him, waiting to understand what the sudden panic in Steve’s eyes was about.

“She’s trying to say ‘I love you’, listen,” Steve turned back to Mia and poked her belly. “Were you tellin’ Dada you love him?”

“Mama! Uh oooo!”

It seemed like a reach, but it was pretty damn close for what Mia was actually able to say.

“Sounds like she’s telling Mama she loves him,” Eddie nudged Steve’s arm.

He would probably be upset that Steve was getting all this attention if it wasn’t as adorable as it was, or if Steve didn’t have the reaction he did to most of it.

“I think she just doesn’t know how to say Dada yet,” Steve replied, but his eyes were filling with tears and Eddie knew he would start crying any moment.

“Maybe. Or maybe she loves us both.”

Steve kissed the top of her head and turned back to the clock on the wall.

“You’re gonna be late if you don’t go!” he exclaimed, pushing Eddie out of the kitchen.

“Okay, but-“

“No, go!”

“Kiss!” Eddie demanded, barely holding back an actual pout.

Steve kissed him again, a quick peck on the lips so he would hurry out the door.

“Bye! Love you both!”

“Love you!”

Those words would be all Eddie needed to get through his day.

———————————

Mondays were Adam’s days to bring lunch for them.

He’s a naturally good cook, always makes them some kind of casserole that’s way better than it should be.

Today was no different.

He’d been busy today, catching up on some paperwork from last week while the guys worked in the shop. Mondays were like that: high stress, very little downtime, and loud music.

It’s why he was grateful Wayne never worked Mondays.

Bringing Mia to the shop on one of their busiest days of the week would be difficult, even with help.

Because of this, the day flew by.

Adam brought him a plate of food for lunch, but he worked while he ate, unable to completely avoid a couple of customer phone calls and placing an order for parts.

After lunch, he was able to work in the shop with the guys, which he much preferred to having to sit at a desk.

Customers kept coming until nearly closing time, and Eddie had to turn the last two away because he would already be here late, and he couldn’t be. Not tonight.

Tonight was dinner with Steve and Wayne and it was too important to get stuck at work.

If he asked one of the other guys to stay, they would, but he couldn’t do that to any of them, not when he was supposed to show that he was a leader.

Imagine: Eddie being responsible. High school super senior Eddie wouldn’t even believe the maturity.

“You sure you don’t need us to stay, Ed?” Michael asked.

He worked part time during the week, fixed up old cars as his main job, but was always quick to offer to stay on their busy days.

“All good guys! Won’t be much longer, anyway,” he replied with his head in the hood of the Ford Escort that had been here for most of the day.

Everyone said goodbye as they trailed out of the shop door.

Eddie was distracted, trying to loosen a bolt that seemed like it was superglued to the engine, which was why hearing Steve’s voice right behind him made him jump so high he bumped his head on the hood.

“Fuck!”

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Steve’s hands hovered over Eddie’s shoulders and arms, trying to figure out the best way to comfort him.

Eddie let out a laugh as he rubbed his head, turning completely so he could smile at Steve.

“I’m okay. What’re you doin’ here?” Eddie thought he was meeting him at the trailer in an hour, but maybe he’d been mistaken.

“I, um.” Steve ran his hand through his hair nervously. “I kinda missed you. And I drove by and saw everyone leaving except for you, so I thought I’d check on you.”

Eddie’s heart flipped over in his chest.

“You worried about me, Stevie?” Eddie teased, trying to cover the shake in his voice at the thought of Steve being concerned enough to go out of his way to check in.

“Always a little worried about you. Never know what you’re getting up to,” Steve teased back, finally settling his hands on Eddie’s arms.

“I’m okay. Just wanted to try to finish this one up before I go. It’s been a problem all day,” Eddie gestured to the car in front of him.

Steve leaned over the engine, nodding to himself and making little “hm” noises as if he was thinking about what the problem could be. Eddie watched him fondly, smirking as Steve stood back and put his hands on his hips.

“I think I know what the problem is.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Steve faced him and smiled.

“You’re not fucking me in the backseat of it.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“What.”

Steve leaned in, his breath ghosting over Eddie’s lips as his surprisingly heated gaze met Eddie’s.

“I may have spent the last hour working myself up a little too much. Don’t think I can make it through dinner without you taking care of me first, baby,” Steve whispered against his lips.

“In…this car? This one?” Eddie looked at the two door car, calculating how the hell they were both supposed to fit in the backseat in any position other than vertical.

“Mhm. This one. Unless you’ve got another one somewhere?” Steve looked around the otherwise empty shop. “I guess we could always go to my car or your van, but-“

“Nope, this one works. I’ll make it work,” Eddie interrupted, wiping his grease-stained hands on the towel he kept in his back pocket.

Steve didn’t seem to care that he was messy, or that they were technically in public, even if the shop was empty and would stay that way.

His lips were on Eddie’s, hungry, teeth biting into his bottom lip in a damn near frenzy to be as close as possible.

Eddie groaned into his mouth, his hands gripping Steve’s hips hard, pushing him towards the passenger seat of the car.

They didn’t separate while Eddie opened the car door, barely even separated when Eddie sat down in the seat, pulling Steve onto his lap.

“Said you got yourself all worked up for me?” Eddie asked as he unbuttoned Steve’s pants.

“Mhm,” Steve whined as Eddie’s hand brushed against his cock, his breath hot on his neck. “Wanted to be ready.”

Eddie froze.

“Ready? Steve, did you-“ Eddie pulled back and looked up at a smirking Steve. “Jesus Christ, where did you come from, sweetheart?”

“Please fuck me,” Steve replied, not answering the question at all, but Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He was too gone on the pleading look in Steve’s eyes, his hips rocking back and forth to find friction that Eddie wasn’t giving him yet.

“Gotta get your pants down,” Eddie tugged on his waistband to emphasize his point.

Steve managed to get up enough to pull his pants down to his ankles, though it was a slower process than it would have been in bed, or really anywhere that wasn’t a customer’s car.

God, he was fucking Steve for the first time in a customer’s car. This was one for the books.

“Shit, um, condom? I don’t exactly keep them on me,” Eddie said, coming back down to earth long enough to have some sense.

Steve shook his head.

“I’m good if you are. I mean, I haven’t — I haven’t slept with anyone since, well, shortly after graduation. Wow.” Steve huffed. “I should’ve thought to bring one.”

Eddie wasn’t letting this opportunity pass, not when he knew for a fact he was good to go without.

Instead of giving him an answer, Eddie finished unzipping his coveralls and tugged the waistband of his boxers down.

“Up for a second, love,” Eddie’s tone was demanding, but gentle, a moment of softness interrupting their previous rush.

Eddie sucked on his own fingers for a moment, making sure they were wet enough to ease the way. Even with Steve prepping himself beforehand, he didn’t want to cause any type of pain, not for their first time.

He reached down between them, smiling to himself when he felt how prepared Steve already was.

“You were just driving by? Or you were driving here?”

“Well, I-“

“Seems like you came straight here the moment you had three fingers in your ass, sweet thing,” Eddie slowly pushed two fingers into Steve, smirking as he met no resistance. “So hungry for it you couldn’t even wait until later?”

Steve whimpered, nodding quickly before throwing his head back as Eddie added a third finger.

“Please, I’m ready, I promise,” Steve begged.

He was, Eddie could tell. But the teasing was too fun.

“No, I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart. Probably should take my time in case you didn’t stretch yourself enough,” Eddie muttered against his neck, lightly nipping the skin.

“I’m good. I’m good, really.”

Eddie felt his legs quivering around him, holding himself up while Eddie’s fingers were stretching and searching inside him clearly a difficult task.

He withdrew his fingers quickly, ignoring the whine Steve let out at the loss, and grabbed the base of his cock.

“C’mere then,” Eddie growled out.

Steve fell forward, giving Eddie the perfect position to slide inside.

Steve’s moan as he filled him was like music to his ears, loud enough to echo in the whole shop.

Eddie held him still for a moment, let them both get used the feeling. As prepped as Steve was, as loose as he’d felt around his fingers, he still tight around his cock.

“Fuck, feel so good, Stevie,” Eddie sighed out, letting his forehead rest against Steve’s chest.

Steve’s hands curled into his hair, his lips brushed against the top of his head.

“Feels better than I imagined,” Steve breathed against him.

The moment was surprisingly soft for how desperate they’d both been only a moment ago. He let himself be held, let himself hold Steve, both of them holding this intensity between them.

Eddie kissed Steve’s chest, wishing he was completely naked, wishing he could spend all night worshiping every inch of Steve’s skin.

But he’d take this for now.

He rocked his hips up, tugging Steve down at the same time.

“Holy shit, Eds,” Steve whimpered. “You’re so deep.”

Steve’s words were almost slurred and Eddie had to pull away to look up at him properly.

His face was flush, hair already a mess.

Eddie had never loved him more.

“You gonna ride me or did you do all this work for nothing?”

Steve’s eyes hardened, the mischievous gleam making Eddie smirk back at him.

“I already did all the work, baby. Thought you’d take care of me.”

Oh, Eddie was gonna have too much fun with him.

He dug his fingertips into Steve’s waist and lifted him up, only to drop him back down on his cock.

The car was already rocking with their movements, and they’d barely even gotten started. Eddie didn’t care. He barely even noticed it once Steve gripped his shoulders and actually started riding him.

“That’s it, sweet boy. Take what you worked so hard for,” Eddie groaned.

Steve didn’t answer, just let out small whimpers and pants as he used Eddie’s shoulders as leverage to lift himself up and fall back down on Eddie’s length.

They didn’t have space to do everything Eddie wanted, but he reached over to put the seat back a few inches so he could work with a new angle.

The moment Steve moved in his lap, he tensed, his lips parting into an ‘o’ shape.

“Right there, sweetheart?” Eddie asked innocently.

Steve nodded, suddenly rendered silent by Eddie’s cock rubbing constantly against his prostate.

Eddie knew they didn’t have time to drag this out; Wayne was expecting both of them for dinner soon, and this car wouldn’t fix itself.

But someday soon he would spend hours like this in Steve’s car, maybe make Steve work for it all himself first, get him screaming his name before taking over, making him lay down face first in his backseat.

Or maybe he would lay out a blanket and pillow in the back of his van, play some music, open him up with his tongue and stay there for hours, tasting every part of Steve.

Maybe he’d find somewhere in the woods, park under the night sky, and fuck Steve on the hood of his car under the stars.

At some point, Eddie must have started daydreaming out loud because Steve was mumbling ‘yes, yes, please’ and ‘want that, too’ and Eddie was a goner.

His hips sped up, the head of his cock brushing against Steve’s spot with every thrust.

“Fuck, Eds, touch me, touch me, please.”

As much as Eddie could and would listen to Steve beg all night, he knew he was too close to the edge himself to make that happen.

He wrapped his hand around Steve’s leaking cock, pumped once, twice, and Steve was done for.

He clenched around Eddie so tight he could barely move, and that mixed with the sight of Steve coming apart above him was enough for Eddie to fill Steve with his own release.

Steve collapsed against his chest, breath labored and heart racing.

Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, a small laugh leaving him as he closed his eyes.

“What’s the laugh for?” Steve asked against his shoulder.

“Just can’t believe we fucked in a customer’s car. I’ll have to leave the windows open all night to air it out,” Eddie laughed again.

Steve sat up, smirking down at Eddie.

“Maybe we knocked something right and it works now,” Steve joked.

Eddie cupped Steve’s face in his hands and pulled him down to kiss him, his tongue tracing along his bottom lip.

When he pulled away, he smiled.

“Can’t believe you really showed up at my job just to fuck me,” Eddie shook his head. “I’m supposed to be a model employee.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Unless there’s a camera somewhere around, no one will ever know.”

“Oh, I didn’t mention? They have a security camera set up across the shop. Just filmed your first porn, Stevie.”

Steve slapped his chest, laughing.

“I gotta get up without making a mess,” he sighed.

“Didn’t think that part through, did you?”

“I’m not sure I thought any part through other than showing up,” Steve admitted, but he didn’t sound upset about it.

“And I am so happy you didn’t.”

He meant it, but a small part of him was maybe regretting their choices when cum started to drip out of Steve’s hole as he stood up to get out of the car, right onto the carpeted floorboard.

“Never getting that out,” Eddie shook his head. “Get dressed before we stain the seat.”

“You gotta finish up here before you go?” Steve asked as Eddie did what he could to wipe the cum from the floor.

“Just gonna try to start it again. If it doesn’t, I’ll just come in early to work on it.”

Steve watched as Eddie grabbed the keys from the workbench by the car and got in the driver’s seat.

He cranked the key.

The engine turned.

The car started.

“Unbelievable. We actually did fuck something into the right spot,” Eddie laughed in disbelief.

“Seriously?” Steve snorted. “I guess you should hire me then.”

“Be careful what you ask for, sweetheart. Could use someone to sit naked on the hood while I work,” Eddie winked as he shut off the car and got out. “Ready to go?”

Steve’s face fell.

“What is it?” Eddie asked.

“Just nervous. Wayne doesn’t like me,” Steve shrugged, trying to play it off like he wasn’t bothered when it was so clear that he was.

“He doesn’t like what you did. There’s a difference. He’s giving you a chance and you have to give him one, too, okay?”

Steve nodded.

“Okay!” Eddie clapped his hands together. “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiled at the ground. “So ready.”

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[silurisanguine]

15 lines of Dialogue game

As ive been away for the weekend, not sure if anyone tagged me with this but saw it open tag so here we go. Tagging @vorchagirl @despicablediet and anyone who'd like to do it! 15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well! Since i've written the most with Seren Jones, I shall pick her for this!

1 -"Maybe I am, but there isn’t anything left in this universe worth staying for. Whatever is in the next universe has to be better than this one Barrett, it has to. I can't bare to stay here any more, not without him, not when I could have done it so differently."

2 - "Cora… she was there, saw her dad die…She hated me, blamed me for not saving him. After the funeral, Lillian took her and that was the last I ever saw that wonderful twelve year old. I realised then I had no reason to stay in my universe as everything i loved had been taken from me. I hoped maybe another would give me a second chance. To fix things..to try again…

…That’s why I do this.”

3 - "I came here the first time with no preconception of what I’d find. I was in awe at the location, just as you are now. But what I learned here has guided my hand in relation to how I see the Artifacts, how I see Unity and the Starborn. Anyone who wants to complete the Artifact collection, needs to know the full story for themselves.”

4- "Now you see how dangerous this place is, and this is just the start. The Starborn Guardians here have lost all empathy, all compassion, their humanity in pursuit of their cause. They have nothing left in their existence except to stop anyone else reaching the Temple. …I sometimes wonder what is the point of their existence before I wipe them out of it for good.”

5 -”You washed them clean. I can say one good thing about Lillian in that she gave you the chance to do that. You’re not the same man, Sam.”

6 -”They makes me smile every time I come back here. But I’m not entirely alone, the fish there get a view unlike any other.” She pointed to the couple of little fish swimming in their tanks, sitting right at the edge of the massive view screen. “If you don’t mind taking care of them for me, they’ve been a good little crew, never complained once.”

7 - "I've never met you before. Until today I'd never met a single pirate here." That was the truth, if a little stretched Seren thought.

8 -"All this, this universe is a nightmare. I've been to so many variations and… You… everyone here is so different, so wrong. It’s like Unity decided to show me the worst outcome possible just to make me appreciate who I’d - what I’d lost.”

9 -"Neat trick, have to remember that next time I'm in a hell-hole universe."

10 -"Sorry, Sam, just picturing you over Vlad’s head brought on images of you in ballet tights and…yeah, sorry, I have too much imagination.”

11 - "Yes, justice, Delgado. See that’s behind most things I do now. In this case justice for those your fucking coloured coded Spacers have harmed- have murdered. It’s interesting really how far I got here without anyone realising who I really am... I wondered why no one noticed the SIN of my ship. Even Jess surprisingly. It was a gamble using it of course…But no one ever clocked that I was flying the Razorleaf."

12- “Until I knew for sure you felt the same way I did, I wasn’t sure how to really act around you. But now I know, expect more of this, Sam Coe.”

13 - “You know I would! I mean she called me darlin, you know that makes me melt.”

14 - "…He always said he was bad with words, yet he could say things that were like love poetry to me, that would dazzle me. He was so open with his feelings when he trusted you. Funny, absurd sometimes and he cared deeply and loved passionately. He was an amazing father and I-"

15 - "I've no idea. Being Starborn didn't exactly come with a manual."

[yandere-fics]

I'm begging you to NOT ask how long this took to make. But here is a list of rules that Selene is required to follow.

Rule 1) You are not allowed to leave the house without my permission, and especially not without me. I am always watching.

Rule 2) You are not allowed to touch the cameras set up, those are so I can constantly keep an eye on you.

Rule 3) You are not to talk to anyone else unless I give you explicit permission to speak. I will be gagging you so that you don't feel any temptations.

Rule 4) You are not to look at anyone else, I don't care that you can't see anything through the blindfold when you can hold my hand for guidance.

Rule 5) You are not to listen to anyone else. Yes the noise cancelling earplugs and headphones are required.

Rule 6) You are to be locked in chastity until I feel like letting you fuck me. I will know if you remove it.

Rule 7) You must bring me the head of each and every partner, past, present, and future so I can mount them on the wall of your room as a reminder of your unfaithfulness.

Rule 8) You will sleep in a separate room on a separate bed unless I request for you to sleep at my side. Your room is meant to be a reminder of how unfaithful you are.

Rule 9) Every sin you've committed against me will be written down and etched into the walls of you room as a reminder of how unfaithful you are.

Rule 10) You are to obey EVERY command I give you. If I tell you to kneel, you will kneel. If I tell you to worship me, you will dedicate a shrine to me and treat me like a god.

Rule 11) You are to have breakfast prepared before I wake up in the morning so that I can eat before I leave for work.

Rule 12) You will have a lunch prepared to give me just as I'm leaving. I hope you didn't mangle it

Rule 13) You are to wait for me to come back. Specifically you will be found kneeling at the door and greet me with hugs and kisses and telling me about how much you love me and how much you missed me.

Rule 14) You will help me work out the stresses of the day once I've returned. You will be allowed to pamper me and shower me in love during this time.

Rule 15) When I take a shower or bath, you will expected to help wash me, do my hair, and eventually dry me off.

Rule 16) I expect you to make a candlelit dinner every night so that we may share in each other's company

Rule 17) I expect you to stay in constant physical contact when we are out together. I will feel if you try to abandon me for some harlot.

Rule 18) If you wish for a kiss, hug, or even a head pat, I expect you grovelling at my feet as you beg for it.

Rule 19) You aren't allowed to knot without my permission. How to gain my permission shouldn't be that hard to figure out.

Rule 20) Do not even THINK about cumming outside me. If you even try to, I'll know you were wanting to pump someone else full of cum who isn't me.

Rule 21) You are not allowed to remove your tracking collar, only I can do that. No I do not care that its almost choking you.

Rule 22) You are not allowed to make demands of me, you are only allowed to beg or make requests.

Rule 23) No Alcohol or mind altering substances ever.

Rule 24) No shifting unless I allow it.

It'll take a bit of work to get her to agree to the list, lots of wearing her down because at first she doesn't feel what she did was too wrong, sure she's upset her mate knows but she doesn't feel that guilty but with enough guilt tripping she'll get to this point eventually.