#okay so maybe i wasn't in the great mood when i wrote this...

[steddiealltheway]

Part Seven of Alone Together :))))))) Part One. Part Six. AO3 Link.

Steve paces around his living room. Eddie kissed him. That means he has to like him, yeah? Or was this just him going through with tradition? He did run out after it.  

Did he regret it? But he had kissed him twice. But he ran. 

Steve groans and flops down on his couch. He didn’t sleep well the night before, and he really needs a nap. He closes his eyes. 

What if this changes things between him and Eddie but not in a good way? What if Eddie realizes that he isn’t what he wants and things get awkward between them?  

Steve’s eyes blink open. He sighs wishing his thoughts would stop racing every time he tried to rest. He takes a deep breath. 

“Let’s approach this differently, Steve,” he mumbles resting his eyes. He imagines what would happen if all these what ifs went away and Eddie did like him. He smiles. Eddie would still flirt with him as always, maybe more obnoxiously than before, but this time Steve knows it’s real. And he could shut him up with a kiss. 

Before he realizes, Steve starts dozing off, dreaming of New Year’s kisses and resolutions made with Eddie. If only dreams could become reality. 

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve wakes up to the ringing of his telephone. He cracks one eye open and wills it to stop. To his surprise it does, and he immediately closes his eyes again. He drifts off for what feels like a short period but wakes up again to his doorbell ringing. 

He sits up with a grunt and runs a hand over his face. When did it get dark, and what time is it? He makes his way to his front door and opens it. ��What do you want?” he asks to the small group standing in front of him.  

“We’ve been calling you for over an hour. We’re going to look at Christmas lights. Are you coming or not?” Dustin asks. 

Steve shivers. “What time is it?” 

“It’s like seven,” Will chimes in. 

Will, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas stare at him with slight concern. “Just... give me a few minutes,” Steve requests. 

“We’ll be waiting in the RV,” Lucas says, turning around. 

Steve’s eyes shoot up taking in the large vehicle he somehow didn’t see parked in front of his house. “You guys didn’t steal it this time, right?” 

“No, not this time. Eddie said he knew a guy and...” Dustin trails off. “We’re going to check on that.” 

As the four of them walk away, Mike and Will question when they stole an RV and Lucas and Dustin tell them the tale of Eddie hotwiring one. Steve shakes his head when he realizes how cool the kids think that is. He’ll have to make sure Eddie doesn’t teach any of them. 

He closes the front door and grabs an apple and some warmer clothes. And maybe he uses most of his few minutes to fix his hair while finishing the apple. He takes a deep breath before he walks outside. He locks his door and approaches the driver side door and knocks. 

Eddie swings the door open and hops out. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” Steve says unable to hide his smile. He and Eddie kind of just hover there for a few moments, not knowing what to do in each other’s presence. Steve really wants to kiss him. 

The car horn beeps loudly. “Shut the door! It’s cold! Let’s go!” Dustin yells, laying on the horn. 

Steve squeezes Eddie’s shoulder and moves past him to climb in the vehicle. “Yeah, yeah, no need to cause a scene, dude.” 

“You literally don’t have neighbors, and no one is on the road.” 

“I’m saying that for future use. Now go sit down,” Steve says as Eddie climbs into the passenger seat. “Is everyone ready?” 

There’re shouts of affirmation, but Steve still makes sure to check that everyone is sitting down, and that Eddie has his seatbelt on, before he pulls out into the road. As he drives off, he realizes, “I have no idea where I’m going.”  

A hand squeezes his shoulder. “Don’t worry,” Nancy says, “I’m behind you with directions.” 

“Always prepared,” Steve comments with a small smile. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Eddie’s hand clench in a fist for a moment. He reaches over and rests his hand over Eddie’s which immediately relaxes and turns to hold Steve’s. 

Nancy guides them around from neighborhood to neighborhood while all the kids press up against the windows. They boo at houses with no lights and sing along to the Christmas tape in the car stereo. Jonathan even immerges with a thermos full of hot chocolate along with Styrofoam cups and marshmallows.  

Steve parks the RV when they go to their last stop at a��decorated park. They all get out with cups in hand as they carefully hurry to a large, lit-up Christmas tree.  

Eddie chugs his cocoa and ends up yelling that he’ll race everyone to the tree. Only Dustin takes him up on it, and Steve chuckles as they run off.  

Robin comes up next to him and nudges him. “I saw that moment outside the RV earlier. What was that about?” She sips at her hot chocolate, but it doesn’t hide her prying grin. 

Steve glances around and takes note of them being a bit behind the rest of the group. Nancy even gives them their space to talk. Steve lowers his voice, “Don’t make a big deal about it but... Eddie and I kissed yesterday.” 

“You what?!” Robin yells, effectively getting everyone’s attention. She quickly realizes her mistake and yells back, “Sorry! Steve just told me that he took a sip of my hot chocolate when I wasn’t looking, and that means germs, and I really can’t be getting sick so close to Christmas because-” 

“We got it, sweetheart!” Nancy says with a knowing smile, redirecting the group’s attention elsewhere. 

“God, I love her. But you and Eddie kissed! You know that means he has to like you.” 

Steve sips at his drink then shakes his head. “Hardly. He did it because it’s tradition when there’s mistletoe.” 

“That actually worked?!” 

“That was you?” 

Robin laughs, “No, that was actually Nancy. Told me that was the push you two needed if what I was telling her was right.” Steve looks ahead at Nancy incredibly thankful that he was able to keep her in his life. “Hey, don’t look at my girlfriend like that.” 

Steve shoves Robin a bit and rolls his eyes. “You know I look at you the same way – strictly platonic.” 

“I know,” Robin says with a smile, wrapping her arm around Steve’s. 

They all make it to the tree where Eddie is holding Dustin in a headlock. “Let go of me you asshole!” Dustin yells but his giggling defuses all the venom in his tone. Eddie pulls him into a crushing hug instead before releasing him to Suzie. Steve catches Eddie’s eyes filled with childlike joy and gives him a smile. Eddie’s smiles at him equally as bright and joins him and Robin. 

Less than five minutes go by before the teens start complaining about being cold – after Argyle comments with chattering teeth about Indiana weather being way colder than California. Argyle and Max get into a discussion about it on the way back with her giving him tips on how to adjust. 

The drive back is spent mostly in silence besides the Christmas music still playing. Most of the people in the back start to doze off even though it’s not too late, but the nonstop holiday festivities are starting to catch up to them. 

Eddie rests a hand on Steve’s leg as he taps along to the rhythm of each song. And once Steve reassures Nancy that he knows where he is, she starts to doze off on Robin’s shoulder. At every stop sign, Steve picks up Eddie’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it, and Eddie squeezes his thigh every time he puts it back down. Steve is glad the kids aren’t awake to comment about the cheesiness of it. 

The last stop is Robin’s house, and on her way out she covers Eddie’s ears and tells Steve, “Go get him, tiger.”  

Steve shouts out after her to never say that again, and she throws her head back and cackles. 

“Did you hear that?” Steve asks Eddie as he makes sure Robin gets inside safely. 

“Not a word, tiger,” Eddie replies with a wink. 

Steve curses under his breath and starts on his way back to his home. Eddie hums along to the Christmas music then slowly starts singing along. Steve reluctantly joins in praying Eddie won’t make a huge deal out of it. He does. 

Halfway to his house, Steve starts giving himself an internal pep talk. He can talk to Eddie and tell him he has feelings for him. He’s Steve Harrington, and when he knows what he wants he goes after it. No shame or hesitation. All he has to do is tell Eddie his feelings. Easy. 

“You alright over there?” Eddie asks tentatively. “You didn’t sing the chorus of ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree,’ and I just have a feeling that you love that song.” 

He’s right, but Steve isn’t going to admit that right now when he has something more pressing to admit. “Eddie I...” Steve trails off but Eddie waits patiently for once. “You know this pact we made?” 

Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, and Steve can see him fiddling with his rings out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, man, I remember.” 

“I was just thinking maybe we should... stop it.” 

Eddie doesn’t reply. Shit. This is what Steve was worried about. He doesn’t want to stop because he wants it to be fake. Maybe he really doesn’t like him. 

“Is this because I kissed you?” Eddie asks quietly. 

“No. I mean yeah. That’s partially it, but I think it was a nudge from Robin that finally pushed me in the right direction,” Steve admits. 

Eddie scoffs and coldly mutters, “The right direction. And this came from Buckley?” 

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t think Eddie would get rude about his feelings. “Yeah, Nancy too.” 

God, he feels like that was somehow the wrong thing to say too. Why is he upset that Robin and Nancy know about Steve’s feelings for him? 

“Sorry, this is going way worse than I imagined,” Steve admits hoping that will clear the air a bit as he sees his house in the distance. “I just needed to tell you how I feel because I really really like-” 

There’s an extra car in his driveway.  

“Fuck,” Steve panics. 

“It’s fine, dude. It’s whatever,” Eddie spits out. 

Why are his parents home early? Why right now? Steve comes to a stop further away from his house so his parents won’t be able to see him yet. He turns to Eddie. “I-” he stops when he takes in his appearance – fists clenched, mouth in a flat line, and eyes slightly watery. 

“Eddie, hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t think the news would upset you so much or I wouldn’t have said anything.” 

“You didn’t think it would upset me? Are you fucking kidding me?” Eddie asks. 

Steve shifts in his seat, and stares at Eddie in utter confusion. “I think... I think there’s been a misunderstanding. If not, I’m confused.” 

“Nope, I heard you loud and clear, Harrington. And you’re confused? Imagine how I feel! Christ, just fuck off, man.” 

What the fuck? “Are you kidding me?’ Steve asks in disbelief. “I tell you that I have feelings for-” A movement out of the corner of his eye cuts him off. The front door of his house opens. Shit. “You know what? Forget it. Bye, Munson and Merry Christmas.” Steve punctuates it with the slam of the car door. He walks towards his front porch where his mother stands. 

He can’t fucking deal with this right now. 

“Steven, honey? What were you doing in that thing?” His mom asks with clear disgust in her voice. 

“What are you doing home? I thought you were gone through the New Year,” Steve asks brushing past her and inside the house. 

“Shoes off at the door,” his mom says as he’s already unlacing his shoes. “Your dad and I are stopping by to grab a few things on our way to his next conference.” 

Great his dad is here. “How long are you staying?” 

“Tone, Steven. We’re leaving tonight.” 

Steve slowly turns to face her. “Tonight? It’s getting late, aren’t you going to stay the night?” Steve asks, because no matter how difficult his family is, tonight he wants at least some sort of peace of mind knowing he isn’t entirely alone in the house. 

“I’m afraid we just didn’t schedule it that way, but I’m glad I get to see you so I can give you your Christmas card in person.” His mom starts towards the table near the entrance where an envelope lays. She hands it to him, and Steve holds back a scoff. 

“Thank you, Mom. Merry Christmas. I’m going to go to bed – not feeling too well,” Steve lies, not having the energy to talk to her any longer. 

“Alright,” she replies with the least concern in the world. 

Steve is just happy she lets him go in peace. 

“Oh, and Steven, sweetie?” she calls out. Steve turns on the stairs. “Clean all of this up by New Years, will you?” She asks but it’s not a question. 

“Yes, Mother,” Steve says making his way to the room careful not to slam his door the way he wants to. He doubts his father will want to make an effort to see him, and he’s thankful for that. He can’t wait to explain to Robin how he got him, Tiger. 

Part Eight

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[bettyfrommars]

Whole Lotta Love

Eddie x fem!Reader

18+MDNI, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, pet names like baby and sweetheart, both Eddie and reader are over 20.

I received a request for a fic where, no matter how hard he tries, Eddie can't make you cum, and I was happy to do it because it's a much more common situation than how it's represented in most media. I'm not sure this is exactly what they were looking for, but it was a very fun thing to write. This Eddie had me giggling.

a/n: I wasn't sure I would finish this wip after I wrote the first two lines, but then I was in the mood yesterday and smashed it out. It was a very quick write, definitely not my opus, but a true joy, all the same. I hope you like.

wc: 3.1k

Eddie flopped onto his back, huffing out a satisfied breath. “That was so good,” he hummed. 

The fingers of one hand drew a lazy circle on his bare chest as it rose and fell, while his other hand scrambled over to capture yours.  

Shifting his gaze, he caught you staring at the ceiling, unblinking.  “Was that…did you…?”

“Um,” you paused.  It wasn’t that you were afraid to be truthful with him, but the fact that orgasms weren’t flying out of you at the same rate made you feel inadequate, like maybe you were the problem. 

He propped up on his forearm, searching your face, brow creased with concern.  “Did I hurt you or…?”

“No, no,” you rolled over, pulling the sheet up over your hips.  “It felt great.”

At that, he gave an actual sigh of relief.

“But, I didn’t cum.  Or at least, I don’t think I did.”

“You’re not sure?” 

You chewed at your top lip.  “No, I am sure.  I didn’t.”

He traced a few hearts on your shoulder with the tip of his calloused finger.  “Have you ever? With me?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and Eddie’s mind raced to all of the times you’d been intimate in the past few weeks since you’d been together.  He blamed himself for being too eager and sloppy, and shit—he was so crazy about you, it made him dizzy.  He couldn’t believe you let him touch you, let alone cum inside.  

His head snapped up.  “But what about that time I went down on you in the closet at Robin’s party? I swear I felt you—”

“I was close that time,” you admitted, remembering how your legs shook and that heat began to build, in the same way it did when you pleasured yourself.  “But then Gareth was shouting, looking for you and it went away.”

“Fucking Gareth,” he mumbled. “You were close then, okay.  Can I try that again? Now?”

He was already moving down the bed, palming the crook of your knee to slide your leg open.

You put your hand on his head, glancing over at the digital alarm clock.  “Not now, silly, I have to get ready for work.”

You wrapped the sheet around you and got to your feet, leaving Eddie to stare into space, alone with his tortured thoughts.  “Come over tonight?” He yelled while you were in the bathroom. “Wayne leaves for work at 6, we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“I’ll come over,” you said with your mouth around a toothbrush.  You spat into the sink and then, “But I might be too tired for…other stuff,” your words were met with nothing but silence from the next room.  “We can watch a movie or something?”

Eddie appeared sullen in the doorway next to you in his checkered blue and white boxers. “Do you not want to have sex with me anymore?”

“No, baby I do!” You assured him, eyebrows high on your forehead.  You cupped some water into your mouth and spat it out while he ran his knuckle down your arm. “I really really want to, I just don’t want us to force this.  It’s okay if I don’t have an orgasm every single time.”

“Yeah but it’s not okay with me,” he muttered. 

You turned and planted kisses down his throat, dotting smooches along his collarbone, and then the final peck was on his pouty mouth. You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, “I’ll see you tonight.  I love you.”

—------

You parked on the other side of Eddie's van at the trailer that night and assessed the windows curiously.  At a glance, it looked like the living room had caught fire from the amount of candles that were lit. The song Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin poured out into the soft yellow light of the porch, and you knocked.  

A few raps of your knuckles were met with a loud curse and something like a metal pot crashed to the floor in the kitchen.  No one came to the door, so you entered with caution, and your senses were greeted with the smell of something burning in the oven.

Eddie was by the sink and he spun around with a startled look, wiping his hands down his jeans. He wore a Slayer shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and his feet were bare, letting you see the black toe nail polish you’d delicately painted on a few days earlier.  

“What’s with all this?” You blinked a few times, marveling at how tidy it was.  But also, there were at least 15 mismatched candles ablaze on the side table, the top of the tv, and the counter. 

He wiped his mouth and went over to greet you.   “I just wanted to set the mood,” he grinned, grabbing onto your hips to pull you close. “I read somewhere that the atmosphere can help with, you know.”

“You read somewhere?”

“Just one of those magazines at the grocery checkout.”

“I missed you,” he smiled against your mouth as you said it.  His warm skin smelled spicy and sweet, like he’d recently showered and put on cologne. The yearning you felt for him was all-consuming.  A few hours apart weighed on you like an eternity.  You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, and already your loins were giving you the nod like, “yep, we need to have him inside of us.”  You absolutely craved him on a sexual level, so why was it so hard to find your climax?  It seemed to come easy for everyone else in the world: everybody at the party was cumming but you.  

Eddie was nervous.  He hadn’t felt that out of his mind since the day he confessed he had feelings for you, but if you didn’t feel the same that would be cool, because he didn’t want to fuck up the friendship: you were too precious to him.  Your presence in his life made him feel sane and loved and seen in a way he’d rarely experienced in his life, if ever.  A miracle happened that day, and you’d flown into his arms, asking him what took him so long.

But what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t please you? In every way?

You watched a sitcom while you ate dinner on TV trays, and when you came back from using the restroom, he had everything put away, dishes thrown in the sink, and he was sitting very propper at the end of the couch, watching you expectantly.  

“Are you, um,” he cleared his throat.  “How are you feeling?”

This was weird, he thought. He was making it weird.  He needed to loosen up and not be so hyper focused on his mission.  Maybe you were tired, maybe you needed to let your spaghetti and burnt french bread settle.  

You straddled his lap, brushing hair away so that you could kiss his forehead. 

“I think I’m ready to try again,” you whispered, and then you ducked down to nibble his earlobe.  “Unless you’d rather stay here and—”

Before you could finish the thought, he was up and the two of you were moving out of the room and down the hall, kissing and fumbling with clothes as you went.  

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he nipped your jaw and side of your neck, banging the bedroom door open with the side of his fist. “I hate being away from you.”

There were a few candles around the bed too; on his nightstand, and a red one dripped wax from the window sill down the wall.  

You stopped abruptly, staring at the bed.  “Are those…rose petals?” 

“Tulips, actually,” he rushed to the scene and swiped the soft pink curls away with his arm. “That was stupid, I just thought it would be—”

You caught his mouth with yours, tongues lashing at each other in such an erotic way that a small moan escaped him. 

He wondered if that night would be the night he came in his jeans.

He wasn’t going to let himself cum before you, that was the plan.  He’d jerked off shortly before you’d arrived, but that didn’t mean shit because he was absolutely ready again.  

Suck it up, Munson.

All was off but for your underwear and while Eddie licked greedily at one of your nipples, you reached down to undo his button fly.  “Release the beast,” you cooed.  

He caught your wrist.  “Not just yet, I can’t, I mean, I want this to be about you.”

“I need an even playing field if I’m going to be relaxed enough to…you know.”

He couldn’t get his pants off fast enough at the urging of your hand that was quick to breach the waistband of his boxers to stroke him. He was rock hard and the tip was already weeping, needy for you.  

“Is this all for me?” You ran your thumb in circles over the tip.

Eddie tensed and huffed out a breath that fanned the hair away from his face.  “Fuck, baby, every inch.”

If he wasn’t sharp, he’d cum right there on the spot.

You bounced when your body hit the bed, and Eddie dropped to his knees between your legs.  The visible wetness on your panties were taking a toll on his already fragile state.  He wasn’t patient enough to take them off of you, he just put his mouth right on the material, nuzzling at your pussy through the fabric in a way that pulled a few sharp gasps out of you.  

“I missed her so much,” he pulled back the final barrier with one finger, licking a few times on your swollen lips, and then cursed.  “You’re so wet already.”

“Well, that’s what you do to me,” you propped up on your elbows to look down at him, sucking in your bottom lip at the sensation of his breath on you.

He slid your underwear off the rest of the way, trying to recall what he’d read in that Playboy article he read a while back? Something about writing out the alphabet, and the woman you are with won’t make it to “x” without cumming.

“How does this feel?” His tongue rolled along your folds in a way that made you wonder what he was doing.  He lost track of the letters at around “M”, hips bucking into the side of the bed, cock pulsing so hard, he had to reach down and take some of the pressure off.  

“G-good,” you gasped.  “Just like that but then, up a bit higher.”

You weren’t exactly an expert when it came to your own pleasure, either, you only knew what felt good when you touched yourself.  If Eddie made you cum, it would be the first time you ever experienced that with another person.  You wondered if you should tell him that.  

He followed your instructions, swallowing while he consumed you, until he found the tiny pearl treasure at the top and your grip tightened on him.

“Hmm I think I found it. Hey there pretty baby,” he murmured into your cunt rolling his tongue around the spot. 

“Yesyesyes, right thereeeee Eddieeee.”

The pressure and the speed was perfect and your hand went to his head for encouragement, but then he slowed down and moved locations, licking up the arousal that dripped down  your slit.

“Baby? Could you go back to that thing you were doing a second ago?”

He compiled without a word, trying to find the same pacing again, but the moment was gone. 

“Eddie—” you spread your legs wider as an invitation. “I really need you inside of me now.”

Well, he wanted that more than anything.  But one pump and it would be all over for his dignity.  His eyes were rolling back, seeing cartoon stars just thinking about it.  

Truth? He wasn’t going to make it.  

You noticed his hesitation.  “We can keep trying…after.  But I need to feel you.  It’s lonely up here.”

“You’re so beautiful it hurts,” he crawled up onto the bed, kissing along your stomach, up between your breasts as he went, and then nuzzled at your neck.  “My dick can wait until—”

But he choked on his last words when you took hold of him and rubbed the tip of his length along your wetness.

“Sssshittt,” his whole body trembled. 

Sliding himself in, becoming one with you, made him emotional in a way he’d be embarrassed to share with anyone else. 

“I love you so much,” your voice came out as a cry when he sank halfway in, locking eyes with you.  The stretch made you squeeze around him, eliciting a whimper from so far back in his throat that he wondered if it came from somewhere else, some far off place. 

Once he started to move, he thought about that sweet little pearl and lifted up enough to put his thumb there and move it around.  Your head went back and  you exposed your throat to him.

Eddie grimaced at how close he was, fuck that—he had to slow down.  The way he was touching you, it was making you stiffen like you had when he was on his knees, and he was taking note of everything.

But then you started telling him how bad you needed him to cum, to fill you up, to make you his.  He tried to hold out but then his eyes locked onto yours when you told him you loved him again and he couldn’t stop the wave once it started, no matter how hard he clenched his jaw and his buttcheeks.

One long babble came out of him as his thrusts got sloppy.  “Oh fuck I love you so much I’m cumming so hard, I’m…I’m…holy shit I love you.”

He didn’t ask if you had come that time, because he knew better.

After he caught his breath, he pulled you with him, twisting onto his side, slipping two fingers where his cock had been.  “What if I push all of this cum back inside so it will stay there? Hmm?”

You moaned against his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his hair.  “That feels good, keep doing that.”

“You like that?” He asked, just to be certain.

You nodded, and then, your hand slotted down between your bodies and his arousal spiked when he realized you were touching yourself.  

He curled his fingers to feel that soft, spongy spot, asking how fast you wanted it.

You couldn’t speak, your concentration was intense, eyes screwed shut. 

Oh sure, he was getting hard again.  The feel of his warm spend in your tight hole was doing nothing for his resolve.  

You clenched around him, and then he was whispering, “let me try again,” as he kept his digits buried and made his way down between your thighs.

His mouth had no trouble finding the treasure that time; it practically peeked up at him, begging for a resolution.  He relaxed his shoulders, breathed in the musk of your arousal, and took you into his mouth with a vibrating groan.

“Right there!” You hadn’t meant to scream it, but it was an actual eureka moment.  “Oh fuck Eddie, don’t stop…keep doing…keep doing that.”

He hadn’t moved his fingers in a while, but when he tried to incorporate that into the mix, you stopped him.  “Keep them still,” you held his head, locking him in place—not that there was anywhere else he wanted to be.  “Don’t move your hand just…Ahh yes yes…”

Your jaw went slack in a silent scream, but then his pace quickened, and before you knew what was happening, the blinding white wave crashed through you, rolling through your limbs like satin electricity, making you whine an extended, “cummingcummingcumming,” while you clung to his hair so you wouldn’t fall off the earth. 

Eddie was astonished to learn that could feel it happening.  The juicy walls around his fingers spasmed, fluttering like tight ripples, and he drove his tongue in eager circles, wondering if he could make you cum twice in one go.  Was that even possible? His heart all but flew out of his chest, it was beating so fast, and he moaned long and hard.

But after a bit, you were trying to push his mouth away.  “Wait wait, now it’s sensitive,” but he was so determined, he didn’t pull off until you physically lifted his head.  

He stared up at you, licking his wet, swollen lips.  

You were breathless, letting the final bits of glitter swim through your veins.  “That was—”

He kissed your cunt one two three times.  “That was what?”

He was grinning now, feeling like he’d just won the lottery, or at least a new car. The sense of satisfaction was officially unmatched.

He made his way up the bed to hold you, but you surprised him by taking his fingers into your mouth to suck them clean, dragging teeth along his flesh.  

“I’ve never cum that way with anyone else before,” you said in a whisper, but when he finally registered the weight of the words, his eyes widened.

“My sweetheart,” he pulled you flush against him, giddy, holding your face to brush his lips over yours. “I’m really your first?”

You gave his shoulder a teasing love bite. “And my last.”

“Oh nowww you’re in trouble,” he rolled on top of you, interlacing his fingers with yours to brace your hands above your head, and then he went to work munching at the side of your throat, growling as he did so.  

You screamed and giggled, realizing he was hard again as it nudged at your hip. “I see you’re ready for battle again.”

“I was born ready, baby,” he straightened to see your face. “You want to try a new position? I was reading this—”

The front door to the trailer burst open.

“What the hell? Edward? You tryin’ to burn the place down?”

It was Wayne.

Shit shit shit shit it was Wayne!

Home hours early from work, for whatever reason.

The door to the bedroom was wide open and his heavy footfalls were rapidly approaching from the hall.

Eddie threw the sheet up over you, and a few tulip petals fluttered to your face.  “I’ll be right there!” He shouted, trying to jump into his jeans. He missed a leg hole and stumbled back onto the mattress, making you snort out a laugh. 

He got to the door just in time to greet his Uncle, blocking any view of the room, buttoning his pants as he stood there.  

You could hear Wayne’s voice change. “Is, ah, is your girlfriend here? Sorry, I didn’t see her car.”

“No that’s cool, we were just—” and then he maneuvered him out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

You lifted up to listen to their murmuring voices, and then Wayne asked, “why is there wax all over the carpet? Blow these fuckers out before the curtains catch fire.”

You had to bury your face in the pillow to muffle your laughter.  

[callsignfate]

Hi I have some ideas for Valeria ( if you need something 😆)

1. Movie night with a fem reader, we know Valeria is cold and heartless but for her girlfriend...she can be a total sweetheart. Reader finally convinced Valeria to watch a cartoons with her ( I love cartoons 🙈) so they take some snacks and go watch cartoons. Unfortunately reader fall asleep after an hour and that was a moment when Valeria realized how good and safe she feels with her girlfriend

2. Valeria had a stressful day (obviously 😅) when she finished her work only thing she wanted to do was to go to sleep. She went to her bedroom but she couldn't find her girlfriend (reader) so she went to find her. Reader was in the kitchen cooking something for both of them when Valeria found her. A lot of fluff ,maybe some sexual tension who knows 😆

I have a lot if ideas and your stories are always sooo good and I think it might be interesting 😆 I hope you like it

Thank you 🖤

Reader x Valeria

TW: Possible sexual content viewer discretion is advised

Okay so, Authors note, I had taken such a long time off of writing that I had to rewatch all of the Valeria scenes to make sure I wrote the character as closely as I could get. This didn’t take long but, yea. I also went and found a laptop with a great deal so I use it just for writing and can now write whenever I want instead of having to write only on my desktop that's having some minor issues right now. I would like to apologize again for the large wait in between posts as I have a lot of things going on with my mental and physical health. I kept trying to get back into writing but every time I would I’d end up sick, at the doctor's for some reason, or just not in the mood to write. I also have been getting into other shows and games so might expand the characters and fandoms I write for. This is the 2nd prompt btw I will work on editing the first prompt draft after I post this.

Lightly edited as I wanted to post something ASAP!

She ended up taking longer than even her normal long days, finding herself up to her eyes in work and calls that had to be done soon to move her products smoothly as some unforeseen hitches had ruined her previous plans with ease. Her office was now shrouded in dark other than the two lamps she had turned on absentmindedly. Her last call was the longest and most infuriating one as luck would have it, her foul words being muttered under her breath and she slammed her phone down and left the office she found stuffy and claustrophobic after sitting in it ceaselessly.

Valeria was a busy woman, of course, often keeping her empire running wasn't a small feat. Her days weren’t the standard eight hours as most were, after your busy schedule that kept you busy for eight to nine hours of the day. After work, you often waited around for her while relaxing and walking about the endless villa she called home.

Her mind was fuzzy with stress and exhaustion as the night before was restless and short, her morning with you being cut short had made the day already negative, only making her day longer and filled with her having an even shorter fuse. She yearned for sleep, to hold you in her arms while she listened to you ramble about the simple things that kept your mind busy and happy.

The trudging steps became lighter as she got closer to your shared bedroom where she half expected you to be in bed curled up either asleep or awake pouting and waiting for her with some small comment about how long you waited for her.

Instead, when she opened the door to get ready for bed you were gone, her eyebrows pinched together and furrowed in frustration. Her thoughts were filled with endless questions and fear? She scanned the room again to see the clothes she had seen you in when you had visited her office before were thrown into the hamper hanging off of the side of it messily. With a slightly agitated huff, she began opening doors down the hall in search of you, the bathrooms were cool and the mirror wasn't fogged up meaning you weren’t there, so she headed down the stairs before a sent of warm food led her to the kitchen, her eyebrows raised as she found you wearing an oversized sweater and short thin sleeping shorts that you usually wore to bed after she bought them for you on a particularly hot day a year or so ago.

“What are you doing?” She finally spoke with a slightly playfully mocking tone, making you jump while you leaned back and forth and mouthed the lyrics of the song you were listening to in your earbuds.

“I was making us something to eat, I tried to lay down but I got snacky and bored waiting.” You said after quelling your quickened heart and letting out a small breath.

“I had calls to make and the idiots on the other side weren’t listening.” She muttered with a small hint of frustration before she moved to stand behind you, her arms wrapping around you before they moved under your hoodie so slowly that your mouth slacked and goosebumps raised on your arms and the back of your neck.

“Let's eat and head to bed.” She hummed out in your ear with a small teasing and cocky laugh.

You offered a nod and plated the food before her hand slipped into your loose shorts making you lean forward onto the counter, your stomach tensing as a gasp escaped your lips. 

The food, sat on the counter cold you realized as you watched her sleeping soundly, the subtle soft snore making your lips turn up into a small smile.

[ughgoaway]

19 with Matty as like a comfort thing 🥺

Maybe girlie is feeling a little insecure that day

love this!! I answered this prompt earlier as a teacher au thing, but I liked the idea of girlie being insecure so I wrote it again but a little diff! hope you enjoy :)

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

18+ pls!! includes female receiving oral and body insecurity/general insecurity. 1.4k-ish

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You pull at your skin in the mirror, the reflection staring back at you wasn't one you recognised. Your eyes look sunken and tired, and your skin is dull when it used to be full of life.

You could stand for hours critiquing every inch of you, what part of you is too small, too big, too harsh or too soft. And you did. After every shower, you stood in front of the mirror, assessing every inch of yourself.

Matty hated it. of course, he did. You were perfect in his eyes, beyond perfect. but he couldn't stop you.

It happened like clockwork every few weeks. However, today, it seemed especially bad. The usual 10-minute assessment dragged on, becoming longer and longer with every tug and prod. He could almost hear your inner voice screaming about how you're not good enough for him and that he deserved better.

Eventually, you came to bed. Flopping on the mattress and immediately trying to burrow yourself under the blanket. but before you can, Matty grips the blanket and pulls it from your hands, forcing you to flip over and face him.

“I know what you're doing,” he says bluntly, eyeing you suspiciously.

“M’okay. I'm just tired. Long week.” you say softly, throwing matty a half-hearted smile.

You're lying. You both know that for a fact, but you pray that just this once Matty lets it go.

He doesn't, of course.

“Baby, I can see right through you. Standing in the mirror for half an hour and mumbling to yourself angrily doesn't exactly scream “im okay”” he pouts teasingly at you, and you can't help but giggle at his pufferfish face (a term you coined for that exact look early on in your relationship)

You sigh heavily before answering, “Yeah, im just - I don't even know. Feeling shitty I guess. Ugly, insecure, unloveable. You know, all the usual Friday night emotions” You try to lighten the mood with a joke, but everyone who knows you knows you joking is a sign something is really bothering you.

“You are none of those things, my love. Let me prove it to you, yeah?” Matty asks, moving to hover over your body.

You can already feel an ache between your thighs at the sight of your boyfriend above you, but you still can't shake how you're feeling.

“You don't have to, matty. I know I don't look great right now. Don't feel pressured or anything, I'm sure I'll just sleep it off.” 

“Never feel pressured with you, I just want to show you how beautiful you are to me, will you let me?” Matty looks down at you with soft eyes, and you can't pretend you don't want him between your legs for a second longer, giving him an assured nod.

“Gotta use your words for me, baby,” Matty lightly demands, dropping his mouth to your neck and pressing kisses to your skin.

“Mmm yes. Make me feel good, please,” you beg, gasping as Matty nips your neck playfully, soothing each patch of skin with his tongue.

“Thats my girl. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.” Matty whispers in your ear, pulling back with a Cheshire-cat-like grin that has you blushing.

You try to turn away from him, the weight of his eye contact feeling like too much. But Matty places a hand on your jaw, dragging your face back to his and connecting your eyes once more.

Matty holds eye contact as he drops between your thighs, peppering them with kisses and hushed compliments as he moves to where you need him most. His fingers fall between your legs, parting your thighs and spreading you open for him.

“so pretty” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit that rips a gasp from your chest. you can already feel your nerves thrumming with desire.

“Please Matty just- I can't take any teasing, please,” you beg, closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath.

“Anything you want, princess, take my hand, yeah?” Matty’s hand moves from between your legs up to grab your own, lightly gripping your hand to ground you and remind you that he wants you. He wants to make you feel good.

You smile softly down at him, looking into his eyes and memorising the exact way he looks right now, to live in your head for as long as it can.

With his hand in yours, he starts mouthing your cunt, moaning and licking your slick like he's devouring a sweet peach, juices running down his chin as he consumes you.

He’s practically making out with your cunt, burrowing himself between your legs and doing everything he can to make you feel good. Every few minutes you can feel a mumbled complement vibrate against you.

“Tastes so good angel.”

“So beautiful for me.”

“Good girl.”

Every vibration of his words against you pulls you closer to the edge. You can feel your skin growing pinker as matty continues between your thighs, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. Matty is grinding against the mattress below him at the sight of you, but you're too lost in the haze to notice anything right now.

You roll your hips needily against Matty's face, and he immediately understands your silent pleading, moving faster against you and making the fire inside you grow even brighter.

Matty flicks his eyes up to you as he works his mouth over you, slick covering his cheeks as slips a finger inside you, smirking at the broken moan that falls from your lips. Every time his nose brushes your clit you feel a bolt of lightning strike you, your pulse quickens with every touch.

the tension in your gut is growing, and you squeeze mattys hand to warn him, whimpering “close” as best you can between the needy moans and whines.

Matty pulls away briefly, “Cum whenever you need to princess, so good for me.” As soon as he finishes he's diving back between your thighs with a new fervour, fucking you with his tongue and purposefully using his nose to stimulate your clit.

The mix of his tongue and his finger burrowed inside you is dizzying. The air is thickening around you with each passing second, and the only noises filling the room are a mix of your lewd groans and the sticky noises of matty worshipping you.

The neverending streams of compliments and his unrelenting pace against you soon push you to breaking point, coming undone with a whimpered “thank you” and shaking thighs.

Your legs grip around mattys head like a vice, keeping him buried between your legs. And he honestly couldn't be happier with that arrangement, squeezing your hand as you cum to remind you why he's doing this, to remind you how absolutely obsessed he is with every part of you.

Eventually, your legs loosen as the aftershocks stop rattling through your body. The goosebumps over your skin begin to fade, and you start falling back to earth.

Matty quickly moves from between your legs, hovering over you before leaning forward and desperately kissing you, pressing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. You groan at the taste, moving your hands to grip Matty's hair, grabbing his curls and pulling him closer against you.

You only break apart when your need for oxygen demands it, Matty panting above you with an overjoyed smile on his face. You smirk back at him, planning to repay him in the best way you know how.

But as you move your hand to grip his boxers, you feel the distinct lack of a boner and the presence of a damp spot sitting on the front of them. Your eyes flick down and study the dark grey patch on his underwear. You scrunch your face in confusion for a few seconds until it dawns on you.

He came. Untouched. Just from eating you out.

Matty sees the realisation on your face and groans, dropping down and burrowing his face in your neck. You can feel his cheeks growing hot as you giggle at his reaction, matty brings his mouth up to your cheek, pressing a kiss to it before he speaks.

“You're just really hot when you cum, im kind of obsessed with it. and you.” he whispers, pulling back to look at you with a cheesy grin. His eyes trace over your face, memorising every aspect of how you look.

Even if one day you become a stranger, if this all ends, he wants to remember exactly how you look right now.

He wants to remember the flush on your cheeks, the way the tip of your nose scrunches when you giggle, and the distinct glow of love in your eyes. 

“Love you,” you whisper, leaning forward until you are a few centimetres from Matty's lips.

“I love you too” he whispers back, surging forward and catching your lips in a kiss he hopes conveys every bit of love that his words couldn't.

[swifty-fox]

writing prompt request: buck/bucky or rosielemmons & domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

congrats on ur fic !! 💕 /solittles

this is so old but thak youuu ee

sorry i wrote them slow dancing im in a fluffy mood

if you were the only girl in the world

"sometimes when I feel bad, and things look blue..."

Gale taps his pencil against the paper in front of him and tries to decide if this was a sad song.

"I wish a girl I had… say one like you. Someone within my heart to build a throne"

He's sat on the sofa, feet tucked up underneath him like a child and trying to headache himself through the sort of mathematical problems that left even him feeling stupid. Bucky's supposed to be in the kitchen cooking a roast, but Gale isn't sure how much singing a slab of beef really needs in the cooking process. He's been banned, regardless of the signing, because the mess John left behind every time he cooked left Gale twitchy and irritable. He doesn't think it's hard to clean as one goes, but John thought it was faster to do it all at once.

"And what if you need something that's dirty?"

"Then I'll wash that one."

The singing draws nearer, bringing with it the smell of woodsy cologne and cigarettes.

"If you were the only girl in the world, and I were the only boy," John croons.

Gale looks up to find him leaning in the doorway, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows and hair flopping out of its careful gel from steam. He looked good, looked healthy and whole and Gale thinks maybe five years out they were getting somewhere close to okay.

He recognizes the song now, an old Great War ditty that he'd heard crooned from open saloons and bars as a child.

"Bucky," He sighs, hunching over his work defensively, "I told you I'm all yours after supper."

John smiles at him, sweet and broad and eye-crinkling guileless and Gale isn't fooled by the beast underneath for a single second.

"Nothing-" He slides around the sofa and holds a hand out for Gale to take with a challenging smirk, "-else would matter in the world today, we would go on loving in the same old way."

His voice was still awful, but when it was less quiet and booming there was almost a melody to it, something Gale found pleasant if he were pressed to admit. Maybe it was rose-colored affection, maybe John just loved him enough to make the words sound good.

Gale takes John's hand but he makes sure to sigh at him enough to show his reluctance but John presses a bristly kiss to his cheek on the tug up and places his hand at a respectful spot on his waist and gets them swaying.

"A garden of Eden, just made for two," John says, leading him around their small living room, "with nothing to mar our joy."

Sometimes they bicker about it with their hands and their steps, who was leading. Nothing beyond playful, but they were both pilots both left-seaters and giving up the yoke wasn't something they did without good reason. But tonight Gale is content to give it over to John, starving for any moment where the other man's eyes were bright and clear and present. Better every year.

"I would say such wonderful things to you, there would be such wonderful things to do."

John gives over the lead to him, passing it off flawlessly and Gale sways them as John nuzzles his way into his shoulder.

"If you were the only girl in the world, and I were the only boy."

"Think those guys on base know you're such a softie?" Gale asks.

John scoffs, pulling back and freeing Gale back to his seat, "They think I'm somewhere between God and Captain America himself. I don't think it's even crossed their minds."

Gale hums, adjusts himself as John wraps arms around his waist, chin hooking over his shoulder to peer down at the paper.

"It's done wonders to heal your issue with humility"

"mm," John's lips press against his neck, "You're off by two numbers."

Gale pauses and then squints, curving his mouth into a crooked smile.

"So I am."

[superpyodan]

This is a silly little thing I wrote of @clarisinne's Cringefail Farmer, my Kenny, and The Harvey Debacle™️. Seeing the fanarts inspired me but I wasn't in the mood to draw, so now this exists. It's very self-indulgent (because i am Obsessed with cringefail) but PLEASE... enjoy...

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‘’And then,’’ Clarice says, flinging her arms into the air dramatically, ‘’I felt his dick on my leg!’’

Kenny stops dead in his tracks and turns to look at Clarice, comically slowly. Really, he should have been expecting it. She asked him to go out for a ‘walk’, and despite how uncharacteristic it was, Kenny assumed she meant well. It’s a nice day — Maybe she just wanted to get some fresh air, or a break from her farm work. But, she hasn’t stopped talking about Harvey since the second she and Kenny locked eyes. Even when she’s not talking about Harvey directly, he still drips from her words.

‘’Okay? That’s- That’s good though, right? Or bad? Honestly, it’s hard to tell, with you.’’

‘’Uh, bad, obviously. Like - What the fuck do I do about that?’’ Clarice asks. She’s obviously flustered, but hiding it under a thick layer of feigned irritation. Usually, she’s feisty. A firework on the brink of explosion, a person born from the embers of a campfire. Her emotions don’t come out gently, and being abrasive is not something she shies away from. Kenny has seen this exact type of person a million and one times, and there is no way he’d believe that Clarice genuinely believes that she is in a bad situation. Difficult, maybe even a little embarrassing, but not bad.

‘’Was your real motivation for asking me to hang out, to ask for sex advice?’’ Kenny inquires, squinting a little. He figures it’s better to rip the band-aid off instead of dancing around the subject. With Clarice’s temperament, they’d get nowhere doing the latter.

Immediately, she goes bright red, a defensive look spreading across her face. Her instinct, Kenny assumes, is to immediately deny. They’re just friends, hanging out, and talking about friend stuff — Until they’re not. Something Kenny’s been forced to learn over the years is that sometimes, you need other people. Even if it’s embarrassing, or awkward to talk about, you need other people. He can be ‘other people’ for Clarice, if only she’d admit she actually wants help.

‘’Fuck no. Obviously not. I’m just- I’m just saying!’’ She exclaims, just as Kenny expected. So, he holds his palm up to her, preventing a continuation.

‘’No. If you want to talk about this, we can.’’ He assures. Clarice looks straight at him, frantic eyes transitioning into a softness, defensiveness turning into quiet nerves. Quickly, her intentions become clear. She did want to talk about it.

Clarice sighs, and collapses cross-legged into the grass. Kenny shuffles a little then lowers himself to sit in front of her, their knees touching.

‘’I tried to talk to Shane,’’ Clarice starts, ‘’But he was useless. He wanted nothing to do with it.’’

‘’Uh, yeah. Shane’s great at emotional support, but… Yeah. He’d never in a million years discuss sex with anyone. He caught me and Alex making out once and almost killed us and then himself.’’ Kenny reminisces, and it makes Clarice laugh.

‘’Do you fucking know what he said? He was like, ‘I wasn’t even aware Harvey had a dick before all this’, and then started yelling. And then I was yelling, and it was chaos, and I’m never fucking talking to him about anything ever again.’’ She explains, much chirpier than she was while telling the Harvey story. That’s the thing with Clarice — It’s important to match her energy. If Kenny doesn’t make it weird and awkward, she won’t either.

So, he giggles along with her, leaning back on his hands and allowing the sun to hit his face. ‘’Right, well, I’m not gonna yell at you. So, like.. Shoot. I know I seem kind of lame, but I do have experience under my belt, especially with men. Excuse the pun.’’

Clarice grins up at Kenny, before closing her eyes and taking a deep and contemplative breath. It’s a little strange, but he’s grateful that she’s willing to confide in him about something so personal. Sure, he doesn’t know Harvey very well. He can be a bit of a mess, and just as anxious as she is. If Clarice doesn’t get anything productive out of the conversation, at least she will have spoken. For Kenny, that’s good enough. He understands the importance of being able to get things off one’s chest.

‘’I just… Ugh. I don’t know how to go about this situation with him! I haven’t been in a relationship for so long, and like… I really like him. What if it gets ruined if we have sex? What if he thinks I’m a loser?’’ Clarice rambles a little, stumbling over her words, a dust of pink sprinkled over her cheeks. Kenny, however, furrows his eyebrows.

‘’Uh, dude. He got hard just from kissing you. I don’t think you need to worry about him thinking you’re a loser.’’

‘’Men are just like that, though! They’re easily entertained!’’ Clarice retaliates.

‘’Yeah, exactly. If anything, he’s the loser. Men are losers. You’re cool and pretty and literally don’t need to worry about any of that. As for the other stuff, though…’’ Kenny trails off, allowing himself a moment to really think through what he’s going to say. Sensitive subject, sensitive words.

For a moment, he thinks back to the beginning of his relationship with Alex, trying to pull inspiration and advice from that. he was cautious — Terrified of making Alex uncomfortable, terrified of something going disastrously wrong. But, neither of those things happened. They fell into each other very naturally, eventually throwing caution to the wind and exploring each other in a way that suited them both. It seems to have been the way in every relationship Kenny’s had.

‘’I think having sex with someone is something that just, kinda… Naturally happens, over time. If you feel the need to discuss it first, you will. If it just randomly ends up happening, as long as you’re both comfortable, then so be it. Just, go with each other’s flow, you know? I bet Harvey’s nervous about it too, but you guys will come around. It’ll work. And if it doesn’t, then you can just try again. God knows me and Alex had some blunders at first.’’ Kenny says, trying his best to articulate himself well. Clarice nods thoughtfully, but Kenny’s advice isn’t quite enough.

‘’But what do guys even like? I haven’t had sex in so long. What if I’ve forgotten how?’’

He tries to suppress it, but Clarice’s question makes Kenny laugh. Amusement born from love, but amusement nonetheless.

‘’Uh, you definitely haven’t forgotten how to have sex. You forget that humans have been having sex since literally the beginning of our existence. For most of us, it’s pretty hard-wired. You just need to get to know him, explore your options, even ask him straight-up. Genuinely — You’ll figure it out. I know you’re shitting yourself about it now, but, I can promise you with almost one-hundred percent certainty that it’ll be okay. Good, even.’’

Clarice unties the ribbon from her braid, then starts re-braiding it in silence, giving herself a moment to let Kenny’s words truly seep into her brain. It seems to be working — Visually, she’s less tense. Her face is softer, and her shoulders aren’t attached to her ears anymore. Kenny knows that his advice isn’t going to magically absolve her of her anxieties, but if her body language is anything to go by, it’s managed to absolve something. Something is better than nothing.

‘’So, what you’re saying, is that I need to get over myself.’’ Clarice concludes, retying the ribbon in her hair. Kenny smiles at her.

‘’Well — Maybe a little bit. It’s normal to be nervous, but like… I genuinely think you’ll be okay. And if you’re not, you know where to find me, yeah? And please. If you guys do have sex, I want to know all about it.’’

‘’Pervert.’’ Clarice remarks playfully. ‘’But, yeah. Thank you, Kenny. Seriously.’’

‘’Of course. Any time.’’ Kenny replies, soft and sincere.

[akutasoda]

Hi there! Can I please request separately Nikolai, Fyodor and Sigma x reader (preferably male but gn is fine too!) with the ability to disarm them with ease (and with no fear). Like, the character could be mad or worried about something and our tall boi reader can literally pick them up to shut them up. meanwhile, the characters can't talk. They're in disbelief and shock about the sheer audacity (and reader being strong as hell despite his lack of visible muscle). After a few seconds, reader will ask something along the lines of, 'Cool, are you okay now?' and when the character nods, he just puts them down and gestures for them to continue talking. This is a weird request, I know, I got inspiration from all those aggressive cats who suddenly stop being aggressive and just become confused once picked up XD.

unusual calming down

synopsis - how are they when their lover takes a different approach to calming them down

includes - fyodor, nikolai, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack/angst, wc - 793

a/n: Hi! i wrote gn as i only write gender neutral and female

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪you knew full well that your lover was a powerful man, physically maybe not but he was dangerous to say the least.

↪he was also rather unpredictable. but if there was anything you could say for sure about him was that he would never hurt you. maybe unintentionally or if he deemed you useless but you never dwelled on those thoughts to much.

↪so you had no hints of hesitation when you would force him to take care of himself. that wasn't something he was great at doing.

↪fyodor would often spend hours upon hours sat at the very same chair staring at the same screens. very rarely however, he would get extremely annoyed and you would be on the recieving end of that anger sometimes.

↪sometimes thing's wouldn't go to plan or he got mad at his 'insignificant' subordinates and his mood would sour. so when you decided to go talk to him about taking a break for a while, unknowing of his attitude, he couldn't help but lash out at you.

↪and reasonably, you didn't take that. two problems could be solved in the same action - you didn't hesitate to immediately close the gap between you and him before picking him up.

↪you had little fear of his ability, he wouldn't use it on you and he was too confused at the moment to do so. for the first time in ages, fyodor was too stunned to speak. how dare you just pick him up like this.

↪and even when you sat him back down, he was in shock. but in his disbelief he became more preferable to talk to and more willing to finally take a break and rest with you - probably because he knew you would just pick him up again of he disagreed.

↪he hated the fact that you could do that too him. but if it was anyone else they'd be dead on the spot.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪you knew your lover was always one for jokes and such - it'd be weird not to know. but if you really stopped to think about it, you'd never seen him truly angry or even worked up about something.

↪sure you'd seem him get annoyed and could tell when he wasn't doing great as he would always become less eccentric and his face would visibly drop - but you'd never seen him mad.

↪so when he showed up abruptly in front of you in your residence you actually couldn't assume something was up. it was only when he slumped onto your couch that you realised something had happened.

↪ you'd asked him about what he'd been up to and before you knew it, nikolai was spewing out every little detail of his day and getting rather mad.

↪of course, you hadn't seen him this mad before so you had no clue what to do. and so in an abrupt train of thought as he seemed to get more agitated, you picked him up.

↪so abruptly that iy caus nikolai to drop any thought that threatened to spill put of his mouth next. all he could was stare in disbelief at you.

↪but even after he calmed and you put him down, you could tell from taht mischievous glint in his eyes that thos wouldn't be the only time.

sigma ★↷

↪your lover was, for the most part, very calm and often collected. he never really showed anything else to anyone but you.

↪and it would only be natural that he trusted you the most, trusted you to the point to where you could witness the stress taking over his calm composure.

↪it wasn't a surprise that he could become so stressed, he ran an entire casino afterall. for the most part, you always tried your best to help him calm down and express his worries properly.

↪but it seemed today was more stressful than usual. sigma was pacing around his office spewing out any thought or concern he had and he was visibly getting more and more stressed.

↪while you were listening, you would be a fool to be think that your normal methods of helping him would work. and so you came up with a new idea.

↪he only looked at you confused as you walked up to him. but he quickly became rather shocked when you abruptly picked him up like he was nothing.

↪that shock and disbelief soon melted into embarrassment which rendered him utterly speechless. so even after a short while when you asked if he calmed down, all he could do was nod.

↪and he looked slightly confused when you simply asked him to continue but calmer. he thinks he'd die of you ever did that to him again.

[shieldofiron]

Okay, so, following on from my ask yesterday, and after reading the wonderful, perfect fic you wrote, I was just wondering...

What if Billy mentioned to his good friend Eddie that he'd hired an escort to play out a fantasy about his high school crush and that he could give him the number of the place he used if Eddie was keen to revisit his fantasy about a certain blonde boy he knew in high school.

Of course Billy knows about Jason from talking to Steve and somehow (totally unexpectedly on purpose) Jason is the one that gets hired for the special job.

What then?

(see what you're doing to me? now i'm thinking munver stuff!)

This is a sequel to my Sex Worker Steve fic, you can read it on tumblr here and ao3 here for the full Boyfriend Experience. Sorry it was so late Guin, but I added this fic to ao3 too, here.

Folie à Deux

Eddie had never done this before.

Well.

That wasn't true.

He'd kind of paid a guy his first time, but he'd been too chickenshit to go through with it. Like it wasn't bad enough he was gay, he also believed in true love, believed in the moon and all the stars.

And so he'd moved to California. Found his moon and all the stars. Got dumped. Found him again. Got dumped again.

He'd run into Billy again, and it was like nothing had changed. Billy had a bit, he was a bit bigger, a bit softer. He'd been a pencil pusher then, working for a company that made home computers. Even hooked up Eddie with one, though all Eddie did was play games.

"Games..." Billy scoffed, "It can do so much more than games."

"I know. But games are why people will buy it," Eddie shrugged.

"Huh. Is that right?"

Now, Eddie didn't need to work at a diner any more. They'd sold their first game a year later to rave reviews, a fantasy action adventure game. Eddie'd written the story, and Billy had coded it. They'd made several more, and now he could buy that diner if he wanted, maybe ten times over.

And so this was his celebration. Or at least that's what Billy was calling it.

Billy, who was now suddenly all secretive, blowing off late night coding sessions.

"I got something off my mind," He grinned at Eddie over coffee in their office, "And I feel about 18 again."

"Yeah, what was on your mind?"

"High school crushes," Billy's grin widened. "You ever think about high school crushes?"

"Sure, I guess," Eddie shrugged.

"You ever think about Carver? What he's up to?" Billy's voice had that teasing lilt to it. Once upon a time Eddie had thought Billy was his moon and all his stars but they were too good as friends. Even when Billy was being an annoying ass.

Eddie rubbed his chin, "Sure. He's probably got a couple a kids now."

"So you have," Billy's eyes lit up even more. God, he was exhausting. "Thought about him."

Eddie shrugged, "Yeah, here or there."

"I gotta tell you, Eds, I did something kind of crazy last weekend, but I'm like... I feel so great."

Eddie frowned, "Was it cocaine? Cuz you're starting to freak me out, man."

"No. I kinda..." He laughed, "I hired an escort."

"What?"

"To pretend to be Harrington."

Eddie furrowed his brow, "You can do that?"

"Shit, yeah you can. You call and tell them what you're looking for. He even dressed up."

Eddie really wished he'd called Billy, because this conversation would be so much easier to have over the phone. A mix of humiliation, fascination, and reluctant lust washed over him like steam from a scalding cauldron.

"You can tell them... anything you want," Billy grinned, "Like... a school play."

Eddie exhaled shakily, "So that's what has you in this weird mood?"

"Kinda," Billy shrugged, "You want the number of the agency?"

Eddie swore he can hear himself begin to sweat.

"Because it got me thinking about what you said the other day," Billy picked up a donut and waved it in the air, "About how you wished you had the same creative energy you had in high school when you wrote like five thousand words a day or whatever you said."

"Eight..." Eddie croaked.

"Eight thousand a day," Billy raised one brow, "You owe me the final levels of Maze Crawler."

"I'm working on it," Eddie turned away, "And I didn't get laid in high school. That's how I was able to write eight thousand words a day."

Billy smacked his lips, "I'm just saying. It might change your life."

Eddie didn't say anything, but there was a post it stuck to his desk at the end of the day that said, "Ask for Angel."

And it wasn't like Eddie had to tell Billy that he got lonely a few nights later and called. This could be just for him.

"Hiya!" The girl on the other end smacked her gum.

"I'm looking for uh... Angel."

"Speaking," He could hear her grin through the phone. "What can we help you with?"

"Um... I..."

"Girl or guy, honey?" She asked pertly.

"G-guy."

"Okay," She giggled, "You got any preferences?"

"Um... yeah, I'm looking for a blonde. Kind of... maybe... like a jock type?"

She hummed.

"And I... my friend said you all take special requests?"

"Sure do," She chirped.

"Do you have a fax machine?" He asked.

"A fax....? Obviously not. But I got just the guy for you. Jackson will fix you right up," She snapped her gum, "Now you just tell me what you want, and go slow, I just painted my nails, I can't write so fast."

And so that's how Eddie found himself sitting on the edge of a hotel bed, rubbing sweaty hands against his jeans.

Jackson, apparently, was running late but he'd left a message at the front desk for his "brother" which is what they were apparently.

His stomach fluttered uncomfortably when he heard the key in the lock. He wasn't sure if he should sit or stand. He'd worked over the evening in his head like a million times, and still he hadn't thought of this moment.

And then the door opened, and everything drained out of his mind.

Blue eyes stared back at him, over a familiar sloped nose, the one that had always been so hard to draw. But Eddie had tried. Over and over.

"Hey babe," Jackson was supposed to say, but it came out in Jason Carver's voice, "You didn't have to wait up."

Eddie fumbled, embarrassment and confusion and lust and humiliation sucking him down like a tidal wave, "Ja-"

Jason shut the door, his eyelashes fluttering as he tossed a bag on the ground, and walking in, sure and steady, "You miss me?"

Eddie blinked, trying to remember his own script. But his head was blanking out.

Carver's face flashed panicked, and then smoothed out, "A gift? For me?"

This was when he was supposed to present the cash, lay it down on the dresser across from the bed, all smooth. He'd wanted to give it early, so 'Jackson' could relax. He hoped that this wasn't a hard night for him. That is he hoped, Eddie hoped, that he wasn't so ugly that the guy would have to grin and bear it too much.

But all of his confidence drained out of him, and he just shakily laid the envelope on the table, wincing.

"Thank you, babe," Carver said softly, just looking at it a moment before he shook his head, "Come. Get into bed with me, and tell me about your day."

Eddie feels so raw, so ripped open hearing that. Like Jason just burned off a layer of flesh and he could see deep inside Eddie, where all the rot lay just under the surface.

Because the script that seemed so clever in his mind with a stranger, the practice, the comfort of it... it was too much in the hands of the real person. Too powerful, vulnerable, obvious.

"You can cut the lines," He whispered.

A little steel shows under Jason's soft gaze. "Get in bed. Babe."

The last time they saw each other was at graduation. It was subdued, two of their own had died under the most suspicious of circumstances. But Max Mayfield was in the back of the crowd waving her cast in the air when Eddie crossed the stage, and that was because of Jason.

Jason who'd come to confront him, and ended up getting confronted by a newly undead Billy Hargrove and a panicked Lucas Sinclair. It had been Jason's idea to sing to her, and he was the reason Max was still alive.

Eddie moved towards the bed cautiously, his mind awash in the past and the present. He recalls so vividly Jason’s face that night, when they regrouped after the final battle and he’d come out of the house looking at Lucas and Max with such sadness but also such hope.

He always, just, believed in things. Eddie had lived forever on shifting sands, parents that wouldn’t show, promises that had been broken. He wanted to believe in things. And he had believed that Jason was back in Hawkins, happily married to a woman.

“How are you here, right now? Do you need money? Like for school or something?” Eddie asked.

Jason’s face flashed with annoyance, “Uh, yeah. Sure. I need money for school.”

“Because we don’t have to do this, ok?” Eddie cringed.

“You know, for someone who wrote a whole script for me about being your boyfriend, you sure are fickle,” Jason crossed his arms on the bed, “Not being a very good boyfriend.”

“We’ll, I’ve only ever… sort of done it before. So,” Eddie shrugged, “I was just imagining.”

“Sort of done it?” Jason frowned, shaking his head a little.

“My last boyfriend was married, so…” Eddie shrugged, “And the one before that… well, I called us boyfriends. He didn’t.”

Jason kicked off his sneakers, propping his little socked feet on the bed.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend either,” Jason said simply.

“How is that possible? You’re like… god, everyone’s wet dream,” Eddie muttered.

Jason looked more startled than flattered, even though he must have obviously known that from Eddie’s embarrassing script.

Jason frowned, “It’s hard to date. With my job.”

"Right."

Jason shrugged, "Now where were we?"

"Look, I really..." Eddie actually felt like he could cry, "Really don't wanna do this."

"Why? Just because you know the prostitute, suddenly you're too shy?" Jason said with a shrug, his face hard and unforgiving. "Look. It's fine. Though I kind of don't believe that all you want is this soft stuff."

"No because it's about you. So, obviously, I don't want to squirm in embarrassment all night." Eddie's voice shook. "Doubt I can even get it up."

"Me?" Jason snorts.

Eddie just shakes his head, "Look. It's fine. I know. You know."

Jason's eyes just flutter, and he looks down at his hand. "Oh. I'm Jason."

Eddie could only throw his hands in the air.

"I used to have this client, he wanted to call me by his exes name. So Jason's really common, I didn't..." Jason shrugs, "I didn't know. I thought I just... massively turned you off."

"You? Turn someone off?"

"It's been known to happen," Jason's lips twist into a smile.

Eddie's breath dries up in his lungs and he tries to say something, very unsuccessfully.

"So... Me huh?" Jason brushes a hand over his khakis. "After all this time."

Eddie's heart took another hit, but it's mired in confusion when Jason smoothly mounts his lap.

It confusing, arousing... it's awful to look up into those sky blue eyes. Like looking for the moon and all the stars on the brightest day of summer.

"Was this how you imagined it?" Jason whispered.

"No," Eddie admitted.

His clothes are quick work apparently. He feels almost paralyzed, even though he nods along with Jason's questions.

"Is this ok? Blowjob?"

He nods feverishly, yelping when Jason swallows him to the hilt in one go, his perfect pink lips resting against Eddie's pubic bone.

"Holy fucking shit," Eddie gasped.

Jason just hummed in response, swallowing around Eddie's cock.

He had his hand resting hesitantly on Jason's shoulder, his heart in his throat as Jason handily sucked all of his brains out through his dick. He's using his teeth just a little, and Eddie was gasping and panting like he was dying.

"Fuck... Jason... please... please..." He doesn't know what he's pleading for, he's lost the plot, and Jason's eyes glow neon. He has the thought that Jason's some kind of incubus, that he was stealing something from him.

Jason popped off with an obscene sound, "Can't stop."

Eddie coupld only moan in response, yanking Jason up and pulling him into a kiss before he can consider that he's crossing a line.

He slammed Jason into the bed and covers his mouth with Eddie's and... celestial bliss. Every bit as wonderful as the big bang, and just as terrible because it wasn't real.

Fireworks detonated up Eddie's spine, ten times as potent as the blowjob. He cradles Jason's face in his hands and pours all his heart into this.

Jason melts into him, throwing his arms around Eddie's shoulders and curling his hands into Eddie's hair. Pulling.

And then Eddie gets one single brain cell back and pulls back, panting, "Sorry. Is it ok? To kiss? Sorry. Sorry. FUCK! I'm sorry!"

Eddie turns away, sitting on the edge of the bed, with his stupid dick out. Jason doesn't move, still lying on the pillows.

"It wasn't like I imagined," Jason said softly.

"What?"

"I thought... one day you would see me on the street. Like... wow, how are you? How've you been?" Jason's voice was as soft as the whisper of sheets like... everything Eddie wanted but better. "And I'd ask you out. Or you would ask me out. And it would just be... nice."

"Me?" Eddie says softly, turning over his shoulder.

"You. After all this time," Jason had his eyes on the ceiling, but he there were tears dripping down his cheeks. "Not like this. Not..."

"Hey," Eddie reached out hesitantly, brushing their hands together. "It's okay."

"I'm not l-like Steve," Jason jerked his hand back, and Eddie doesn't even know what that means.

"Okay. Listen, Jason."

"I didn't want you to see me like this," Jason buried his face in his hands.

"Like what?"

"Like... this," Jason mumbled.

"Is something... I mean... Jason. Just look at me, can you?"

It took a moment, but Jason slowly drew his hands back, looking up at him with red rimmed blue eyes.

"I don't care that you do this for your job. Clearly, I would be the worst sort of hypocrite if I did," Eddie said. "And I don't understand why you keep talking about Steve? Do you mean Steve Harrington? But... Jason. Jason."

He wrote for a living for fuck's sake. So why couldn't he think of any word to say other than Jason's name. Reached out and cradled Jason's jaw, whispering his name to the space between them, whispering against Jason's lips.

"Jason," Eddie whispered, "How've you been? How are you?"

Jason looked raw when he pulled back, his normally cocky face open and vulnerable.

He swallowed, and Eddie could feel his throat move under Eddie's hand. They stayed like that a long moment, hands grasping each other's faces, just staring.

"Okay. I'm not sure I like my job though. But I love my roommate," Jason whispered. "Steve. He started dating this guy from school, you remember Billy Hargrove?"

Eddie chuckled, brushing their lips together, "That bastard. I should have known when he started talking about how I should call up this escort and do this... roleplay thing. They set us up."

Jason's breath shivered against Eddie's lips.

"Really?"

"Yeah. He knew I had..." Eddie swallowed. "The worst crush on you. The most... astronomical crush."

Jason curled his hands into Eddie's hair, "Keep saying things like that."

"This isn't... like... this... this isn't a part of it right? All of this?" Eddie said, terror striking his heart for a moment.

Jason snorted. "I kept on script better than you. I just... no this isn't a part of it. I'm good at the boyfriend experience, usually."

Eddie hummed. "I bet you are. Look at you, so perfect."

Jason shook his head. "Perfect. J-Jesus, no way."

"You said to keep saying it," Eddie shrugged. "I like you. Think you're perfect. Get the fuck over it, Carver."

A scowl that Eddie remembered all too well flashed across Jason's face, but Eddie kisses it away.

"So... this isn't a part of it. It's real... right?" Jason whispered, stroking Eddie's hair.

"It's real for me," Eddie whispered back. "We don't have to..."

"I'm all prepped. And I'm," Jason coughed. "On prep. Tested. I'm absolutely religious about testing."

Eddie smiled. "Religious, huh? I bet I can get you praying again."

Jason's smile was slower, like night falling over a bright blue sky.

"I bet you can. Eddie."

Eddie closed his eyes. It wasn't like he imagined, not at fucking all. But it was Jason, still. Eddie'd built the sun and moon and all the stars on much less than this.

It was a little awkward, fumbling with Jason's khakis and belt so he could finally get his hands all over his perfect body. It was a little older, pale stubble dusting his cheeks. Eddie nervously pulled his shirt down over his own small ponch, but Jason ignored him, tugging it over Eddie's head and smoothing his hair back into place, hands sure and steady.

"You're so stunning. Feel so... perfect," Eddie mumbled, stroking Jason a few times and watching the flush spread across his face.

"Want me to do anything-ahhh- special-don't stop," Jason squirmed.

"No, I want it just like this," Eddie pulled Jason's knees up, digging in his pocket for the condom and rolling it on.

"Missionary?" Jason frowned.

"Not like you imagined?"

Jason shook his head and Eddie leaned in, rubbing his cheek against Jason's ear, "Next time, I'll fuck you hard and rough. Slide you across the bed, push your face into the covers... and afterwards tell you you're perfect, show you just how much I've been thinking of you, just like this. But for now, Jason, Jason, let me see you. Wanna watch your eyes when I fuck you."

He was heaven to enter, eyes widening, nails clawing, knees trembling.

Eddie does lose his mind a bit there, squeezed into scalding heat, blue eyes like an incubus's stare. He fucks Jason up the bed until they slam into the headboard, until Jason's screaming, red faced, coming across his own belly with stuttering gasps.

And afterwards, big blue eyes trained on Eddie's face, so trusting, so soft and open.

He was everything, everything. Jason, the sun, the moon, all the stars, after all this time.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Drabble prompt you say? I got three?

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

3. Steddie with ftm Steve and cis Eddie being big brothers/father figures to mtf Max

❤️🖤❤️🖤🦇🐼

Okay I know me and I know there is no actual way I could do the last one in 500 words or less so I may have to put a pin in that for another day. I'm putting the other two under the cut because this post will be longer with 2 ❤️

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

"My ankles are swollen. This is the ugliest I've ever been. I'm hungry but the second I look at food, I want to puke, which was supposed to be done in the first trimester. And my hair is so frizzy even though I haven't done anything different!"

Steve was whining. He knew he was whining and he knew it was annoying, but he couldn't stop.

This was the worst pregnancy ever.

Their first two babies were great, almost picture perfect, even.

This one was going to be their last at the rate Steve was suffering.

"I know, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, you can cut your dick off. I no longer need it."

It would be funny if Steve wasn't completely serious.

"Anything that won't kill me, maybe?" Eddie hesitated to ask.

Steve's moods had been all over the place. It's how he first figured out he was pregnant way before the morning sickness even kicked in.

"Foot rub." Then Steve sat up. "No, actually, don't touch my feet. I want strawberries and peanut butter and celery."

Eddie stood up to head to the kitchen, hoping like hell that they actually had all of those items in the kitchen.

"Wait. Scratch the celery. I can already taste how terrible it is. Maybe some carrot juice?"

Eddie nodded.

This was how it had been for almost a month. The doctor said it's actually normal, that he'd just been the lucky the first two times, but Eddie knew Steve didn't like being like this.

He searched the kitchen quickly, startling when Steve called his name from the couch.

"Yes, my love?"

"No on the peanut butter. It sounds greasy."

"Greasy?" Eddie whispered to himself. "Okay! Coming!" He said louder.

He scrambled to get everything together quickly, but paused when he saw the picture they'd hung on the fridge of the two of them, Jamie, and Melody at the doctor's visit that told them they were having a boy.

All this was annoying, but he knew Steve felt worse, and he knew it would be worth it very soon.

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2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

Steve was never going to know it was him, he was so careful.

He'd been getting away with it for two years, always rushing to put the notes in his locker during classes that he knew Steve couldn't leave.

Wish you could hear the song I wrote for you. It's loud, you'd probably hate it. But I think you'd like that someone sees you. - E

It was his riskiest one yet, never having put an initial or something that could give him away like the fact that he'd written a song about him.

Steve would probably start narrowing it down pretty quickly, though he'd probably not assume it's a guy, at least.

Hopefully.

Third period was the best time to slip notes into his locker; He had Ms. Sanderson, who was known for never letting kids leave class, even for the bathroom.

Eddie ran to his locker, shoved the note inside, and turned to see Steve standing at the end of the row.

"You know, last year, Tommy was convinced it was Nancy fucking with me," he said, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against the lockers. "And this year, I just kind of figured it was someone who was just shy. Maybe had a crush on who I was and didn't know how to stop once I wasn't that person anymore."

Eddie remained silent.

Steve started walking closer.

"But then, a good friend suggested that I may just have an unconventional secret admirer. Someone who would be scared to come forward for other reasons."

Steve stopped right in front of Eddie.

"And now I think I get it. But you know what?"

"What?" Eddie breathed out.

"There was no reason to be worried. I'm kind of into unconventional."

Steve's lips were on Eddie's before he could process the word.

He pulled away after a couple seconds, frantically looking around the halls to make sure no one saw.

"It's okay, I checked first. You alright?" Steve's concern was a lot.

"Bathroom. I wanna kiss you for real. Not out here."

Steve blushed and tugged on his hand to get him to follow him, both of them giggling as they made their way down the hall to the bathroom.

They spent the rest of the period there, and some of the next one.

And long after they both graduated, long after they survived things they shouldn't have, their initials were still carved on the back of the stall door in a heart.

[worriedvision]

hiii! I recently found your work and it is legitimately one of the best writings i have found. I have a request to make so it happens! Maybe reader travels back to liyue from inazuma because they are some important business person. Before they left for inazuma, they had a relationship with (character of choice) but when they come back they find (character of choice) cheating or something of the sort? Im a major angst enthusiast and i would be happy to see your work^^

I couldn't think of a Liyue character I'd like to especially hurt, my brain landed up going the Sumeru route and I wrote this all out before looking at the request and seeing Liyue there oops! Tighnari angst again, Gender neutral reader, and I've made it so that the reader is away for a long time to the point Tighnari starts to think it wasn't meant to be.

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"I'll see you in a month, my love." You reassure Tighnari, him pouting at you. "You and I know my work takes me away, but I am loyal to you."

"Just...Don't keep me waiting for too long. I don't think my heart could handle it." Tighnari teases, the truth in his words.

"Neither can mine." You stroke his ear, laughing lightly when he's unable to stop himself from smiling warmly at the gesture.

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A month, what a joke.

It just so happened that you had gotten into Inazuma right before the rules were stricter. Because of your work, Kamisato Ayato thankfully gave you accommodation and made sure you were comfortable while you waited for the official papers to come back. Your work had all been done, it was simply a case of waiting. As much as you wanted to write letters, you knew from Ayatos soft warning that the letter would either be tossed out, or confiscated.

In the half a year wait, you got to build a very strong friendship with Ayaka. She asked you all about Sumeru, and you suggested that she comes with you to see what it's like. You were surprised to find out that Ayato didn't object to this, simply threatening you if his beloved sister was harmed. You reassure him that you would be able to keep her safe, and you would ensure she gets back to Inazuma safely.

You couldn't help but think about your boyfriend more and more, gushing about how lovely he was and how you missed him. Ayaka lets you talk about your man, smiling softly when she notices just how much your eyes lit up.

After finally getting the okay, 5 months after the initial planned exit, you were finally on your way, Ayaka with you, as you're unable to sleep.

Tomorrow, you'd finally see your beloved.

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Ayaka had been thoroughly enjoying her experience in Sumeru. The experience of having different cuisines, the beautiful sights that seemed to be magical in a sense, it was a great idea to come along with you! You had the capability to protect her, and you showed her the rainforest your boyfriend watched over.

Ayaka was the first person to see Tighnari, but she nudges you with a very concerned look. Looking over, you see your boyfriend being very touchy with someone you knew to be one of the forest rangers. Brushing off your initial fears, you approach him.

Tighnari hears the pet name, and his head darts over to you with a shocked pair of eyes. He has honestly thought you were over, and he moved on.

It was a look you could read very well.

"Nevermind, wrong person." You cough up, voice catching in your throat before clearing it. "Let's go. I have many more sights to share with you." You walk, Ayaka furrowing her brows and wishing to find out what had happened.

She hears you sniffling, trying to stop yourself from ruining the mood, and Ayaka knew you needed a shoulder to cry on.

"I-It really hurts." You whimper out, sitting across from Ayaka. "I should have sent letters to him, but Ayato did tell me it wouldn't be advised." You continue. "He knows my line of work, and in the part there have been times when I was away for longer than expected. I thought he was always loyal, but I don't know anymore."

"...You don't need a man like him." Ayaka states. "If he tries to get you back, don't you let him do so."

"But I love him." You cry out, Ayaka giving you a tissue and nodding.

"I know, I heard your lovely words about him."

[purebloodnana]

"I'm sorry, okay? You know very well that I didn't mean it!"

"Oh, do I? That's news to me," Draco replied, not even looking at Harry. Harry rubbed his eyes, took his glasses off his nose for a moment, and then put them back on. Only now did he notice that Draco must have put them on when he was still too dazed to notice anything. How could a person be worried, caring, and angry at the same time?

Once again they were silent, this time for much longer, and Harry didn't know what to say either. Right now, everything just seemed to make his boyfriend even angrier. Usually, he thought it best to leave him alone for a while.

For a beaten 30 minutes they just sat there in silence until he wanted to lie down again. "Ah," he grumbled, which was due to a wrong move. Immediately Draco stood up and helped him lie down, catching the black-haired man's gaze, which he immediately knew to interpret correctly.

"I'm not in the mood for this anymore, Harry." The 30 minutes seemed to have worked because Draco immediately seemed more conciliatory. Pissed off, displeased, but no longer angry. They were even back on a first-name basis, and in their relationship that usually meant things were getting better.

"I already said I was sorry. I won't say anything like that to you again, I promise."

"By all, that's sacred to me, that's not the point!" Draco grew louder again but still seemed to have himself under control. At least more than he had just now, which was a good sign for Harry. He still seemed a little confused now, though, which tested the blond's patience.

"Do you think I take great pleasure in showing up here every few months and mothering your injured ass? Continuing to nurse you at home afterward just so you can run off to your next case?"

"That case was important! We were able to arrest Death Eaters who had been spreading fear and terror for months. Without our efforts, they would continue to do so!"

"If it wasn't for that crappy case, we wouldn't be sitting here right now. You always say that. Every time it's an important case or important information or whatever... I can't hear it anymore, it just pisses me off." Draco was struggling to stay calm, Harry could see that and bit his lips. Of course, all these things were important, that was why he did this job after all. He had always wanted to be an Auror and now he could live it to the fullest.

"I get it. Now I have to rest for a few days anyway, right? Then I'll be home and we can take our time. At my next job- Where are you going?" he interrupted himself because Draco had run his fingers through his hair in displeasure at first and then stood up.

"Away before I forget myself!" he shouted angrily at him and disappeared through the door.

Another little snippet.. I wrote this fanfic years ago, but I still like the general idea. I translated it into english not so long ago and now it stays on AO3. Maybe, someday, I'll write a longer story based on this.~ x3

[nights-legacy]

Take Care of It Myself - Kaminari x Reader Pt.2

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Part one

1779 words

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, yelling

+ You have left UA and gave your seat in the class to someone else. No one but the teachers know you're leaving until Denki finds a letter from you. When he comes down to the Class in a frantic, Denki finds out from Kiri why you. That you heard him and broke you trust for him. But maybe there is still hope?

Y/N's POV

The rain was pouring outside. The smell was soothing but why does it always seem to rain when things go to shit. I was sitting on my window seal with the window open. I sighed, setting my head on my knees while twirling my hand through the rain drops.

"Pretty." I muttered. I had been home for a few days and my mood was still shifty. Aizawa and All Might were beyond confused when I told them I wanted to drop out.

*Flashback*

"What?!" They both asked loudly. Aizawa flew out of his chair.

"Why? I mean..." Aizawa walked around his desk. "I can't really stop you if that is what you want but what happened to cause this?" He asked.

"Well..." I took a big breath. "We all know that I have anxiety and social problems. I thought I could get past it and learn how to balance it. But I can't."

"Miss L/N..." All Might spoke up.

"Please, it's alright. I knew becoming a hero was a long shot. I honestly didn't think I would make it this far. I am so thankful for the opportunity you have given me. But I would rather someone who I know will be great in this class in my place."

"Alright." Aizawa sat against his desk. "Have you spoken with anyone about this? Your mother? Kaminari?"

"Kaminari and I are not speaking as of right now. I did speak with my mother and she wants what is best for me. To me, leaving is what's best." The men shared a look.

"If that is what you want, we will honor your decision. We'll start the paperwork, and you should go start packing."

"Yes, thank you." I went to leave. "And please do give my spot to Shinsou. He's been working so hard to get here. He really deserves this."

*End*

I had my room packed up before the end of the day. I didn't leave until the next day after everyone else went to class. I wrote a short letter to Denki and stuck it in a box of his things. I can only imagine what his reaction was when he found the box. Arizawa said he wasn't going to announce it until the drop out was official.

"Honey. Lunch is ready." I heard my mother call.

"Okay." I got up and closed the window. I checked my buzzing phone and saw Denki. The only person I've responded to from class is Kiri. He told me the class went nuts when they found out I left.

* A few days ago *

It wasn't announced by Aizawa but the whole class knew something was up. You never missed class. No one had any idea until Kaminari came down from his room in tears.

"Y/N is gone! They dropped out!"

"What?" A collective uproar took over the class.

"What are you going on about Dunce face?" Bakugou snapped.

"They dropped out of UA. They said that they wouldn't be able to continue with their social anxiety not getting better. That they didn't deserve to be here. I don't understand. I always told them..." He ran his hands through his hair roughly.

"Aw man..." Kiri muttered under his breath.

"They could have come to me..." Kami started but was cut off.

"No they couldn't Denks!" Kiri yelled suddenly. Everyone went silent in surprise.

"What do you mean, Ei?"

"Because they don't trust you anymore! Okay?" Kaminari's eyes widened. "Remember how they acted on movie night? How they didn't want your help? You want to know why?"

"Kirishima? What are you getting at?" Midoriya asked.

"What I'm getting at is that Y/N heard you and Mineta last week. What you said about them. That's why they acted that way, why they don't trust you anymore." Kaminari paled at Kiri's words.

"What did you say, Denki?" Mina asked firmly.

"He said that Y/N's need for comfort during a drain or attack was annoying. That it gets old when they ask for help. He wondered why they couldn't go to someone else or take care of it themself." Bakugou answered gruffly and in turn, sounds of surprise and disappointment went through the room. 

Loud words of anger could be heard and Denki began to flinch at every voice and word. He began to shrink into himself. Bakugou noticed the reaction and remembered that Denki wasn't without his own anxieties.

"Hey! Quiet down! No need for an ambush." Bakugou snapped at everyone else. They all began to back off and go quiet. Denki shot Bakugou a quick thankful look which got a small nod in return.

"They went to you, Denki, because they trusted you. You have always been there for them. They couldn't go to anyone else because none of us know exactly how to help them." Kiri took a big breath. "I've learned a lot on how to help but there is only so much I can do, Denks."

"I, I, I..." The room was silent for a long minute.

"I mean it is kind of annoying. Am I right?" Mineta piped up.

"Shut up, Mineta!" Kami screamed. "I should have never listened or agreed with you! I just lost my best friend in this entire world because of my own stupidity and your self centered perverted backwards attitude is not needed."

"Denki... why did you even say that? You should have gone to them if you were feeling overwhelmed with it all. I know they would understand. Like Ei said, We would help in any way we could." Mina walked up to Kami. At this point, every one but the Bakusquad had left the area, realizing that this was getting into something more private.

"I know! I d-don't know. I had gotten into it with my mom and got the grades talk from teach again. My grandma was being overbearing again. I just wanted people to stop needing something from me for the moment. So I was venting the frustration out. It's not an excuse and I am not trying to make it one. I, I, I just..." He collapsed on the couch, head dropping into his hands. "I royally screwed it up in true Kaminari fashion. I can't believe I hurt them like this."

"Kami..." Mina sat next to him. She pulled him into her side.

"I love them more than anything and I did this." He was crying heavily. Mina shared a look with the rest of the squad. Ei was still upset but he was worried.

"Maybe it's not too late to make this right." She said. Denki looked up at her with glossy eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Y/N is really understanding. I'm sure they'll hear you out." Hanta gave him a small smile. It dropped into a stern stare and he pointed at the blonde. "That doesn't mean you're out of the deep end. You still have to make up for this."

"Of course! Of course!" Kami nodded wildly. Hanta gave a stern nod before turning to Mineta.

"Now you! I think we need to have another chat."

Y/N'S POV

Since I left UA in the middle of the semester, I was too late to go anywhere else. Mom and I agreed that I would go back when the new semester started. I was currently searching through surrounding high schools for specifications.

"Hey honey?" My door opened behind me.

"Yeah mom?"

"There is a boy here to see you." I turned to look at her, eyebrow raised in confusion. "He says his name is Kirishima and he has bright red hair."

"Oh, yeah. He's a friend from UA. You can let him in."

"Okay." She smiled and walked away. I got up and followed her to the living room. "Come on in young man."

"Thank you, Miss L/N." I saw him step inside. He immediately found me in the room. "Hey, Y/N/N."

"Hey. Come on." I waved him to follow me. He kicked off his shoes and took the slippers I offered him.

"How are you doing?" He asked as I cracked the door after entering my room. "Oh, is your mom okay with..."

"Yeah. She's cool. Denks and I hang out with the door closed all the time." I paused before sighing sadly. "We used to at least."

"Yeah." He looked around before stopping next to my laptop. "Looking for a new school?"

"Yeah, I won't start until the next semester but it's better to be prepared." I plopped onto my bed and he sat in my desk chair. It was silent for a minute.

"Oh! I'm doing okay to answer your question."

"Oh, good." He nodded. There was an awkward pause. "He feels terrible, you know." 

"What?" I looked at him.

"Denki. He feels terrible. I am by no means excusing what he said at all but he does feel terrible. I laid it into after he came down with your note and the rest of the class was upset at him too... Minus Mineta but he got what was coming to him." I laughed a little.

"I probably should hear him out..." I said softly. I looked down and wrung my hands. "I mean I didn't even explain to him why I was upset. You had to do that. He is, was, I mean is my best friend and he deserves to at least be heard and..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down. First of all, I was happy to rip him a new one. He may be one of my best buds but he was still in the wrong. And.." He moved in front of me. "Just remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know. I want to. It's only right. Plus, just because I'm hearing him out doesn't mean I forgive him. I'm still extremely upset with him."

"Precisely." He sat down next to me. "And if you want, I can stay with you while you talk."

"Thanks, Ei but I think we need a one on one talk first." I sighed. "I love the boy more than anything and I miss him so much right now."

"I'm sure you two can work something out." He hugged me. I nodded with a quiet thank you, hugging him back.

3rd POV

While sitting there hanging out with Y/N, something hit Kiri in the face. The two both said they love each other. They both admitted they loved each other more than anything. Kiri had to hide the smile that wanted to split across his face. Y/N gave him a look when an excited laugh escape but he just waved them off.

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[sleepy-lil-kit-kat]

if you won’t do this that’s totally okay!!! but a lil fic or cg hcs for malifcent from sleeping beauty? or hades from hercules? i’m a big disney villains fan :D have a great day/night! <3

heroes not like hercules

~700 words, not on ao3

disney's hercules, but also a little Greek mythology and some percy jackson influences (unfortunately I can't really tease them Entirely seperate when I write about Hades, but I've done my best to make it mainly disney)

cg!hades, regressor!reader, hero-ascended-to-godhood!reader

i hope you like it!!! it's a lot what I personally like in cgs–someone whos scary but has a soft spot for you, someone who'll badmouth the good guys for how they treated you, but I also wrote a lil of his more jokey aspects :P

requests are open! see my pinned <3

- k!nk/nsfw please dni! this is a sfw age regression post! -

Hades is not always nice. He is a god, tasked with running the underworld, shunned and maligned by the other Olympians–for him to be nice all the time is, relatively unlikely.

But sometimes, he's nice to you. A little godling, barely more powerful than a nymph, would not usually attract the attention of such a man, even as an underworld deity, but you have. Maybe–most likely–it's the fact that you'd ascended to divinity. Most who ascend do not ascend to a role among the dead; that you have done so is unusual, and perhaps a little telling.

His company is nice, when your head fuzzes up at reminders of your mortal life, and your form sort of stutters in the way only spirits' forms can. You don't necessarily talk to him much, when this happens–he's got a full time gig, as he often has to remind the other gods. No, you just curl up at the foot of his throne, a cushion left there just for you, and feel his presence.

His aura is... warm. Warm, and dark, and shadowy, but in the best of ways. Dark in the way of corners to hide in, shadowy in the way of the monsters that hunt the mean people. That feeling alone is enough, more often than not, to soothe you, and when you stay it's usually only because you just don't want to leave.

Once he's done with whatever he'd been doing, sometimes, sometimes, he lifts you up, just like he's doing now, setting you on the arm of his throne, with a "c'mere, kid." You just blink at him, gaze caught by the flames on his head. They dance and crackle and they're so, so, mesmerising, especially when you're as tired and fuzzy-headed as you are.

"What'm I gonna do with you, huh?"

You don't answer. The first few times he'd asked, you'd apologised, which seemed to disappoint him, so you don't do that. But if what he seeks isn't an apology, what does he want?

Hades sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Damn hypocrites, the lot of 'em. Houndin' me for trying Zeus's brat, but it's just peachy when they do it to the mortals?"

You just sort of stare at him, tilting your head, uncomprehending, as fuzzy as you feel. It's... right now it's hard to tell what he's getting at, in all honesty. Yes, he's protective of the deities that reside below the earth with him, but this feels... different.

"Big words for a bitty kid, huh?" he asks, mouth twitching into a smile. "Don't worry 'bout it. Just remember the ones up there're..." he pauses, searching for a word, seemingly rejecting several he comes up with. "Idiots."

Easily, you nod. It's Hades, so he has to be right. It is, at least right now, simple as that.

-

Hades is in a good mood today.

"Heya, kid, what say we go on a... itty bitty eeny weeny walk?"

You look up at him, wide-eyed. Wasn't he busy?

"Managed to con my idiot nephew into helping me out a tad, so I've got the time and, the miracle of a kid that's never annoyed me once."

Tilting you head, you point at yourself, a clear question in your eyes. Surely he can't mean you...?

"Yeah, kid, you. Even my stupid little minions get on my nerves, there's this one time they boight merchandise–well, with Hermes on paperwork, I don't have to worry! Hah! Anyway, point is, you're the one person 'round here who doesn't get a spot on the annoying leaderboards."

It's a good day, you think. Hearing him joke like that is nice, almost as funny as the rare times he goes off on people while you're by his throne, but best of all... he's letting you in on some of his rare free time.

A walk around the Underworld especially sounds nice–you only get to go the places where you're needed, usually, and when your head is fuzzy it's near impossible to muster up the will to go off wandering alone. A smile comes to your face as you think more about it.

"Ahh, there's a grin, there we have it!" He grins back, flames burning brighter. "No mopin', no time on the schedule for that, kid!" Hades holds a hand down, for you to take. "We might have a break, but we don't have all eternity, c'mon."

[borderline-culture-is]

TW: Vent

BPD culture is WHY DID I THINK I'D BE ENOUGH? Of course I fucking wouldn't be. What the fuck? My fp has a fucking boyfriend! Fucking fantastic!!!/s I'm aro, I don't have romantic feelings for them, I shouldn't be upset at all, but here we fucking are. They always try to make me feel safe, they wrote me fanfiction, they send me "I love you more" messages, and I get constant affection and I feel weirdly betrayed because what the fuck??? How? Why? I'm not that shocked because they are amazing and deserve the fucking world but also, they never brought that up. And I feel so fucking betrayed because I would slit my wrists for this person and they are the best fucking thing to ever happen to me and I thought it was mutual because I got so much affection and I thought they told me I'm their favourite(besides their sister and dogs) but now maybe my brain was just exaggerating and maybe they did but what the actual fuck?!?!?! Why is there a person more important than me again??? WHY ME AGAIN??? It's similar to the situation with my ex fp but now I actually get affection. But maybe it was all a fucking lie, not like I don't deserve it. It was just today that they completely freaked out when they thought I was mad at them and the message I got was so similar to the ones I would send but apparently everything was a fucking lie. I'm not the first choice again. But this time I actually believed wholeheartedly I was because I'm dumb as fuck. But no, it's okay, there's just someone higher up in the hierarchy. Fantastic. I thought I was the most important but of course I'm fucking not. Who's surprised. Me. Somehow. It was expected. I got told shit along the lines of "people sometimes feel like additions. Not you though" and apparently I wasn't the least additiony person. THEY SENT ME THEIR SCHEDULE WITH TIMES THEY COULD/COULDN'T TEXT BUT APPARENTLY I WAS NOT THE FIRST CHOICE. They texted me so much and always ended their day with sending me a goodnight message because we texted until they fell asleep. But maybe they stayed up to talk to their boyfriend after they were done with me. It would make sense. HOW DIDN'T THEY TELL ME THEY HAVE A BOYFRIEND??? Everybody I care about knows about them. But they couldn't tell me they had a fucking boyfriend??? They weren't even excited to talk about the guy at all but they felt excited to talk about their dogs a few weeks back(they said they weren't in a ranty mood today). I feel bad for hoping they don't actually care about their boyfriend, but I just want to be the most important. They said they have notifications for when I post. But apparently I'm not that important. I literally got a text that said "i would take all of you so that nobody else could have you, and would display your body on an altar so that people are forced to come and worship you like a god" but apparently they have a boyfriend. Great. Fantastic. And then we were sending each other the excited random letter thingy(ex. ofnsudjdyxjsnjscojc) while I was sobbing. And now I have to talk to them like they didn't just completely break my irrational as fuck heart. I have to act like seeing their notifications doesn't feel like being stabbed repeatedly because I was pathetic enough to believe I was important enough for them to be their favourite. It's okay, that's going to be fine/s(also I just noticed how I wrote some of the things they will probably keep doing in past tense and that felt like a punch in the gut)

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[femmmie]

Haha I wrote a little story I couldn't help myself... I'm so sorry lmao.

Ian was in a great mood lately. And how could he not be: he had rekindled the friendship between him and his best friend Anthony, they had bought back their own channel and brand SMOSH and they were making videos again, just the two of them with no 'higher-ups' guilting them into doing things with the channel they didn't want to. Ian was in such high spirits even that he was being way more social than he had been the past few years. He was chilling with the SMOSH fam and various other fellow youtubers, and everyone was so happy for him. And when his best friend looked at him with such beaming brown eyes, he felt a warmth, which he hadn't felt.. maybe ever.

So he was quite surprised when he saw Anthony stand on his apartment doorstep. Ian just returned from a get-together with his friend Jasmine and was a bit tipsy, so he did not notice the slender, curly haired, and heavily tattooed guy's body language. He jovially called out 'Anthony!'

Anthony gasped. "Ian..."

"Hey, what's the matter?" Up-close Anthony looked kind of like a mess. His hair fell over his eyes and they were not beaming - they were pleading.

"Ian, I'm so sorry, I feel so terrible," Anthony said in a panicky, high-pitched whisper.

"What do you mean?" Ian scanned his best friends face. "Fuck, come inside, can I get you a glass of water or something? Let's calm you down". Ian knew the signs of a panic attack. At least, of how it manifested when it happened to Anthony. Usually, Anthony could mask it and act normal, but Ian noticed the tenseness in his mannerisms, the slight strain trickling into his speech. Rarely had he witnessed it this bad, though. He didn't wait for Anthony to answer his question and got a large glass of water from the kitchen. When he returned, Anthony still stood by the door, nor had he taken off his jacket.

"Dude, it's okay, whatever it is, you're safe here, okay?"

Anthony looked at Ian, gasped for air a couple of times, and started to ramble: "I'm so sorry about the letter. It was so long ago, Ian. I was a different person. I was just so angry at Defy, and I took it out on you, I blamed you for not coming with me, for not running away together with me, Ian. I'm so much, so much better now, I've grown so much, please forgive me, I thought it would be funny to read it to you for the video but it was a terrible idea, I never wanted to hurt you..." He finally moved. Grasping Ian by the shoulders, he whispered "I'm so happy to have you back in my life, I don't want to lose you again."

Anthony had no idea. No idea of just how fucked up Ian had been without him. Ian tried, but he couldn't bring himself to share how he had wandered through a world without hope, without purpose, the channel keeping him busy but he wasn't there, even though he tried to be. Smosh was the only thing he had left of his and Anthony's friendship. So he couldn't let go. But without Anthony there, it had felt like an empty home.

Ian put his arms around Anthony and patted his back. "It's okay, man, it's okay." Anthony buried his face into the embrace. Ian knew not to argue with Anthony right now, or he might make it worse. The video where Anthony read Ian his 'angry' letter had been a blast. It wasn't even that bad, and Ian was thankful that Anthony shared so much of his feelings with him now. Their friendship had evolved, matured, and they were so close. But apparently, Anthony was badly affected by the ordeal. Ian led Anthony into his living room onto the couch and put down the glass of water on the side table.

Hand shaking, Anthony reached for the glass of water. He took a sip but then spilled the rest on the ground. "Fuck!" He groaned.

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's just water." Ian took Anthony's hand in his. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful the tattoo looked on him. Ian had given him grief about it, but it suited Anthony. It maybe signified how he had built his own career and painted his own story in bold strokes.

Anthony's grip was painfully strong. Ian smiled through it, though, and waited until Anthony finally calmed down.

"Anthony, you don't have to worry, okay?" Ian began. "You really, really don't have to worry. I thought your letter was sweet! I totally understand that you were resentful, I was too, remember? We were going through it, both of us! But it all worked out, and I will NEVER," Ian let go of Anthony's hand and gently yet firmly cupped his face, turning his head towards him, "NEVER let anything come between us, ever again".

[azsazz]

okay, replying to the long anon message this way so i can put it under the cut for spoilers :)

if it wasn't for fanfics of acotar i would have dropped it in acowar tbh, there were too many inconsistencies with the plot and characters and so many things that happened so the story moved forward but had no reason to happen, like it was out of nowhere and she prioritized romance over plot more and more each book and then prioritized smut in acosf over her own characters. i know ppl like that book but that was a shit characterization of nesta and cass and everyone that showed up almost and what for? to have a bunch of smut scenes that didn't actual help anything with nesta's development or the plot (i think it didnt even help with them getting together bc i would have prefered they actually started getting closer organically and then the tension starting after that) and she actually had a good idea with the valkyries but then the blood rite kinda cheapened it in my opinion bc they literally won with the power of friendship when sjm could have just skipped more time ahead (since they're immortal) and then when the 3 of them were realistically ready they could have won, and since the 3 bat boys winning was such an important thing i think if she really had to have that parallel than she could have wrote it better

i absolutely agree with this. and there's amazing examples of fantasy books where the smut hasn't ruined the plot and it's flow is great. but like, she's just cranking these books out with little thought i swear. and she can brag that she wrote cc3 in whatever like 6 weeks or some shit and then scrapped the whole thing. but like? sounds like a rush job to me? and how does she keep up with all these fucking characters because i can't. cc3 will make me lose my mind i swear. cass/ness had so much potential tbh i was here for it but acosf was a complete whirlwind of fuckery. and i get that it was no longer feyres pov or whatever but what the hell, that's not my cassian.

im glad you mentioned the bryce and az chapter bc i havent read that series and i dont want to but sjm is crossing them over to get people to read it (which makes me want to read it even less lol) and its just one more storyline she probably can't keep up with. like it's crazy how we still don't know so much about the acotar world or the characters, even rhys we still don't know how far his powers go or so much about his backstory and why? bc sjm doesn't care about building a character, i know it's a romance book but you can't just ignore every other aspect of the book

literally the only reason i read it was for the crossover. it was one of the worst books ive ever read and long as fuck too. did not need to be that long. i couldn't tell you a single thing that happened in it to be honest besides the fact that literally every man bryce came across had to make sure to mention how beautiful she is. fuck off with that shit fr.

also! this one is kinda me being picky maybe but the jokes about feyre having canned food in this setting with no other modern stuff is actually bad world building imo, i mean there were no signs of industry in the book and then a can of soup shows up out of nowhere? before other more basic stuff than would have to have shown up already? idk what that was about. that and the leggings, im not saying it's not possible for them to be there but to this day my mom calls them tights bc that's what they were called until a few years ago so seeing the word in the fantasy setting sjm had set up literally pulled me out of the book

OMG you're so right i never thought much of the soup can but you're so rightttt im actually dying that's so funny. yeah, leggings was stupid as fuck too, you're telling me they have synthetic stretchy fabric? be so fr rn

maybe im in a mood today too lol but i really just much prefer fanfiction over the books, in fact i only finished them bc since i was getting spoilers from fics and thought i might as well read them

i feel this so hard 💙