#plus um gods exist.

[zhxngii]

I hope that you all know that regardless of Welt's age, that's not stopping me from fucking and sucking on him nor stopping my selfship with him. Mentioning his age like that's not basic knowledge over here isn't doing anything🙏

[reiderwriter]

Isn't She Pretty, Daddy?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Teacher f!Reader

Summary: You're a little bit worried about one of your brightest students recently, so you call her Dad to come in for a meeting. Her absolutely adorable - and single - Dad.

Warnings: the birds and the bees as explained by a kindergardener. Some angst about being a single parent.

A/N: Here's another entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic Challenge! Dad Spencer has my heart, and I've been in a really fluff forward mood this weekend, evidently! I think I have one more Kid Fic left to go before the end of the challenge, but we'll see what the will of the fanfiction gods is...

Masterlist

If you were to be asked what the hardest part of being a teacher was, you would, without question or even a second to think, have an answer. Parents. The worst part of teaching is talking to parents. 

Little kids were easy to talk to. They asked questions if they didn't understand things clearly, and they didn't typically say things they didn't mean. Adults were the opposite, and it just so happened that all of your kids' parents were adults. 

Including your most recent problem  child. 

You were used to the kids in your class having some behavior issues - for one, they were kids, it was to be expected that their little bodies couldn't quite handle all of the emotions they were feeling at once. But you were doubly struck by your school area being close to Quantico, meaning half the kids in your care had families with law enforcement backgrounds. 

Absent parents plus growing bodies plus normal kid stress equalled attachment issues, and your problem child Harper Reid was one of your more worrying cases. 

You really hoped everything was okay in the Reid household, so you'd called the little girls parents. She was lovely - honest to god - one of the sweetest little kids you'd ever met. 

Every day she came to school with some older kids and their mom, carpooling on the way in, so you had yet to meet her parents, but you thought that anyone who could produce something that sweet and cute and brilliant couldn't possibly be a bad person. 

You didn't know what to expect, so when her little pigtails peaked around the corner and she came running in, you were momentarily filled with anxiety. 

“MOMMY!” The little girl yelled, launching herself into your arms as soon as she spotted you behind your desk. 

“Hi, Harper! Hi, you must be, Mr. Reid-”

“Doctor, actually, um, but that doesn't really matter. I'm so sorry about this, Harper doesn't usually tackle people.” 

The 3ft tall ball of energy had managed to crawl into your lap and wrap her arms around your neck, so you had to pick her up when you stood to greet her dad. 

“Will your wife be joining us for the meeting today?” You asked, already used to Harper's hugs and general closeness. 

“Oh, no. No, she's not coming. She, uh, doesn't exist. Single father.” 

“Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume, it's just not on my files-” 

“It's okay, it's a …bit complicated.” 

You took your seat at the desk and gestured to the man to do the same. Finally, looking at him for the first time now that some of your anxiety had died down, you couldn't help but think that Doctor Reid was incredibly attractive. It wasn't one part of his face that stuck out to you as being particularly pretty, just the entire ensemble of it together that took your breath away. Either that of Harper was gripping you so tight she was restricting your ability to breathe, and considering a five year old is not a boa constrictor, this was all dad's fault. 

“So, you said on the phone Harper's been having some problems at school?” 

You snapped your attention back to the issue at hand, searching for the relevant files and pictures you wanted to show the man. Harper turned herself around in your lap and looped her arms around your arm, pulling it in close to use as a pillow. 

“Isn't Miss Y/N so pretty, Daddy?” You froze and flushed in an instant, suddenly so aware of the man's eyes on you. You weren't sure if you were thankful or even more embarrassed that Harper's dad seemed to be even more flushed than you. 

“Daddy? Isn't she pretty?” Harper insisted, and you realized that you both weren't going to get out of this without him answering. 

“Yes, angel. Miss Y/N is very pretty.” The little girl smiled in triumph and nuzzled into your arm even more, happily curled up into your lap like a cat. 

“Hey, Harper. We got a new puzzle delivered yesterday. It's got My Melody and Cinnamaroll on it. They're your favorites, right?” 

The little girl nodded in glee, eyes shining as she hung on your every word. 

“How about you go over to the play area and get it started, and then me and your daddy will come over and help you finish it?” 

In a flash, she'd hopped up out of your lap and wriggled away, shouting a quick “You promised, right?” behind her as she went. 

“I'm so sorry about that, I don't know what's gotten into her, she's usually very shy and-”

“Doctor Reid, it's fine. That's just why I called you in today. Teachers and parents are a team, right, we work together to make sure the kids grow up well, you don't need to apologize to me for that.” 

The man seemed to take a deep breath and nod, to regain his wits about him for a second. 

“Is she… this attached in her regular classes?” 

“Well honestly, she was a bit like that at the beginning of the semester, but she grew out of it after a while. In the last week or so, she fell back into it, and now she's calling me ‘Mommy,’ too. I was wondering if anything happened recently at home that could've led her in this direction, or…”

The man looked a little bashful, but there was a twinge of sadness in his expression that you recognised all too well. 

“Harper, uh, doesn't have a Mom. I adopted her, and it's a long story, but... She's been asking me to get her one recently, because she doesn't really understand all that well? I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd do something like this. I should've done a better job at home-” 

“Doctor Reid, raising a child is hard. It's so hard that humans usually do it in communities, or at least in couples. You're doing it alone, and Harper is already one of the smartest and most empathetic little girls I know. You're doing your job as Dad just fine.” 

The man smiled at you and looked down, quickly wiping away a tear as you gave him a moment of privacy. 

“So. If nothing at home set Harper off, we should probably go and ask her why she's calling me mommy, right?” 

You stood, and he stood with you, leaving his satchel next to his chair and unbuttoning his jacket. 

“Great. Sure, let's go see.”

Walking to the back of the room, you both smiled quietly, looking at the small girl. The 100 piece puzzle you'd guided her to was neatly arranged on the desk, pieces split into edges and centre pieces as she slowly looked at each one with a quietly focused face. Each time she found the piece she was looking for, her smile was bright as she connected it to the small part she was working on. 

“Mommy! Daddy! I can't find the melody's face, can you help me?” 

“Sure, Harper, we'll help you.” You moved to sit beside her at the tiny desks, giggling when the older Reid on Harper's other side struggled to fit himself in the toddler sized chairs. 

Harper assigned you roles, and you all started quietly doing your jobs, waiting for Harper to focus again so you could ask her questions without agitating her. 

“Harper, can you tell your Daddy why you call me Mommy?” 

“Sure! You're Mommy because I want you to marry with Daddy.” 

If you weren't already still flushed from her earlier comments, you certainly were lightheaded with embarrassment now. 

“Harper, that's not how it works-” 

“Yes, it is, Daddy! Henry said so. He said his mommy and daddy were sad one day, but then they were together again and they had a big party called a wedding and now they're happy, and that's why we have Michael.” You didn't quite follow from all the names and the story events, but it was evident that Reid did, so you waited quietly for his explanation. 

“My friend. Her son was at her wedding a few years back. They have another son who is a couple years older than Harper, they come to school together?” 

Your mouth made a small ‘o’ as you slowly filled in the blanks. 

“Harper, you want daddy to have a wedding so he isn't sad anymore?” 

The little girl gave a big nod and a smile, like she was so happy that she was finally being understood. 

“Miss Y/N should marry daddy because he thinks she's pretty. Henry said that was important for a wedding, your mommy has to look beautiful.” You made eye contact with Doctor Reid awkwardly as she spoke, both of you looking away for fear of seeing the embarrassment on each others faces. 

“And Miss Y/N wants a baby. So I will be Miss Y/N's baby, so everyone can be happy!” Harper's kid logic was a little hard to find fault with, but you still had to push back a little. 

“Harper, why do you think I want a baby?” 

“Angie asked you, and you said," the girl pouted, almost frustrated woth habing to answer all these silly questions.

"She asked you why you don't have a baby, and you said that you can only have a baby if you're married and that you wanted to have a baby when you were married. So marry my dad, and I'll be your baby!” 

Harper's smile was so happy and content that you really didn't want to spoil her dream just yet. You continued putting the puzzle together for a few minutes in silence, the full picture nearly being complete now. Harper seemed to fidget a little in her seat next to you, pushing closer and closer to you before tugging on your sleeve. 

You leaned down and she whispered in your ear - though you didn't doubt that her dad heard every word. 

“If you really want, I'm sure we can get another baby like Henry got Michael. I'll ask my dad, but I think it's allowed.” 

The poor man on the other side of the desk had to cover his face with his hands to stop the blush from showing, devolving to just straight up resting his head on the desk when his daughter kept going. 

“A boy is okay, but my dad doesn't really know about boy stuff. Uncle Derek says that my daddy is just a pretty boy with a book brain. We should get another girl, so daddy can be not worry.” 

The more you listened to Harper's adorable family plan, the more you just wanted to squeeze her tight and say yes and give her everything she wanted. 

“Miss Y/N, once again, I'm so sorry for everything, I'll talk with Harper at home about this.” 

“It's okay, I actually find it all very sweet,” you laughed a little and smiled back at him. 

“No, I'm sure your boyfriend would be so uncomfortable if he knew that she was trying to marry you off-” 

“Doctor Reid, are you trying to ask me if I'm single?” 

The small grin that quirked his lips up was nothing if not unfair. He really was a very pretty boy. 

“It was that obvious?” 

“Yep.” You made sure the ‘p’ popped a lot as you both shared a small laugh. Harper looked up between you and smiled, too. 

“So, can you get married now? Henry said you can do it really quickly, like in Grandpa Rossi's garden, and then you can go and do the secret part at home while Auntie Penny looks after me.” 

“Secret part?” 

“To make the other baby, silly!” 

[lilislegacy]

*the gods in council*

zeus: all in favor, say aye

the gods: aye

zeus: good. does anyone have anything to add before we disperse?

poseidon: yes. i invite you all to examine some pictures and evaluate whether athena or myself constructed the superior ginger bread house at the jackson-blofis-chase christmas party

athena, rolling her eyes: it is utterly inconceivable that you truly believe your haphazard creation could rival the elegance and precision of my architectural masterpiece

poseidon, pointing his trident at her: oh, but indeed i do. mine was much more homey looking. there was a pond outside, a nice yard, it even had candy horse stables. yours was a boring upper-class temple

athena: frederick and annabeth—the higher-IQ participants—most definitely agreed that mine was undeniably superior

poseidon: um, no. annabeth may have said yours was better, but i saw her admiring my work much more than yours. perseus can back me up.

athena: oh gods, perseus’ house was even worse! even sally was making fun of it!

poseidon: sally found it charming. you simply do not understand her humor, being as uptight as you are. my son’s house radiated warmth and entertainment, unlike yours that-

zeus, annoyed: can you two settle this somewhere else?

poseidon and athena, in unison: no

ares: i liked it better when you two almost never interacted. first the superbowl party bet, then the easter basket debacle, and now this?

athena: i still cannot believe you all voted his easter basket was better

apollo: the candy choices inside were simply more appealing than your delicate basket weaving. i know because i was there

athena: you weren’t even invited. you just showed up

apollo: the jacksons and i are old friends, of course they wanted me there! plus many of my other friends were there! leo and thalia and-

zeus: i’m about to erase all of you from existence

poseidon, amused: you’re the jealous you weren’t invited, brother

[penny00dreadful]

Before He Cheats

AO3

“Munson Home for the Recently Deceased, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em. How may I direct your call?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before a light chuckle crackled through the speaker.

“Is that really how you answer the phone?”

Eddie smiled to himself. “Got you to laugh didn’t it?”

“Suppose.”

“Plus, no one calls the landline anymore unless they’re trying to sell something. You trying to sell me something?”

“No. No, I uh… I’m looking for an Eddie Munson?”

“Only an Eddie Munson? Only one? What a terrible fate. Well you’re in luck, my good sir. This is he. What can I do you for?”

The voice on the end of the line gave a light laugh once again but went silent almost immediately after. 

Eddie stared at the wall in his apartment, waiting for something to happen. In the quiet he could hear the guy letting out little nervous breaths before one big inhale.

“I um. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, I’d prefer to do it face to face but I don’t know where you live and you probably wouldn’t even want me at your house afterwards and I did find you on social media but it’s not something I wanted to do in DM’s, you deserve better than that-”

“Okay, hold on, slow down.” Eddie tried to ignore the panic starting to kick around in his heart. “Is someone dead? Is someone injured?”

“No! No, Jesus, I’m sorry. I told Robin that I’d be terrible at this but I couldn’t just let it go on without saying anything-”

“You haven’t really said anything. You’re just rambling.”

“Right. Sorry. Again, blame Robin. I’m around her too much. But… okay. Do you know Rick Lipton?”

Eddie felt the panic leave him, replaced only by irritation as he sighed through his nose. “What did he do now?”

“He… um. I’m sorry to ask this but are you his partner? Like, romantic partner?”

Eddie scowled. “And if I am?”

There was movement against the line, almost as if the other guy was nodding. 

“Shit.” He muttered before picking back up in volume again. “Listen, I didn’t know. He told me he was single and I only found out because Robin lives in the same building as you and she saw him with you and asked the neighbours and they said you’d been a thing for like two years and you have to believe me if I’d known I wouldn’t have touched him, I don’t fuck around with cheaters-”

“How long?”

Eddie had expected to feel betrayal or sadness, devastation or heartbreak and they were there. 

They were just lost under a tidal wave of anger and indignation. He was even surprised at himself that he didn’t feel more caught off guard. 

Rick had never cheated before (that Eddie was aware of) but he had always had a wandering eye and a few off-colour jokes about 'going to find someone more his speed’. 

They’d never really felt all that funny.

Maybe it was because their relationship had felt dead for the last few months. 

They barely talked, they just existed around each other. The sex had all but dried up as well and whenever they did have it, it was completely impersonal. Get in, get out, move back to separate parts of the apartment if either of them even bothered to stay over. 

More often than not one of them would make a quick exit back to their home.

Eddie had been thinking a breakup was on the horizon for a while. 

But that was no excuse to cheat. 

At least have the fucking decency to end the relationship first before going out and chasing tail. 

“Um, like four or five weeks." The guy on the phone muttered, clearly ashamed. "I’m so sorry Eddie, I swear to god if I knew I would never… I have- I have proof if you need it.”

“If it’s a sex tape I don’t think I want to see it.” Eddie was trying really hard to maintain his calm and not snap through the phone. 

If what the guy was saying was true, then he was an innocent party in this.

Didn’t make it hurt any fucking less though.

Didn’t make him any less pissed.

“If- no it’s not a sex tape.” The voice sounded scandalised. “Fucking hell, do people actually do that?”

“Yes.”

There was a pause, as though the guy was waiting for Eddie to continue but Eddie just let it hang in the air. He wasn’t ashamed. 

But he was definitely going to have to purge those files now.

“Okay well… It's just a photo. I posted it to my insta a week ago but he was really weird about it being up, which in hindsight makes a lot of sense, so I took it down.” He said, quiet and sad. “I can send it to you if you want.”

Eddie pursed his lips. 

“Please hold.”

He unceremoniously dropped the phone with a clatter, leaving it dangling from the cord, bouncing against the wall and probably blowing the guy’s ear out. 

Maybe in the morning Eddie would feel a little bad about that, but for now it just felt very satisfying. 

He rifled around in his bedsheets for his phone before making his way back to the landline. 

“Still there?”

“Yes. Ow, by the way.”

Eddie just shrugged, well aware the guy couldn’t see him but whatever. He wasn’t in the mood. 

“Send it on.”

Only a moment later his phone pinged with a notification and Eddie opened the photo.

Well. 

Shit. 

There was Rick, in amongst a crowd at some nightclub, plastered to the side of some pretty boy who looked like he had a regular workout routine. 

Ugh.

Eddie couldn’t handle gym bunnies, the amount they could bench or whatever was all they ever talked about. But this must be the guy on the other end of the phone. 

@King.Steve.Of.House.Hair

Rick had King Steve’s earlobe in between his teeth and from the angle of the selfie Eddie could see his hands were wandering.

It looked like some kind of Halloween night, if the teeny tiny little sailor outfit was anything to go by.

God damn.

But even so, Eddie still wanted to be sure that what he was seeing was… well. What he was seeing. 

“Steve, is it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t realise I hadn’t given you my name yet.” Steve let out a nervous laugh, like he was expecting Eddie to jump through the phone and strangle him.

Eddie was fit to strangle someone but Steve wasn’t in his crosshairs.

“Don’t worry about it. Tell me, what does Rick have tattooed on his ass?”

“Uh…” Steve paused. “He doesn’t have a tattoo on his ass? Not that I’ve seen anyway. But I can tell you he does have his taint pierced. For some fucking reason.”

Eddie gave a quiet laugh at that, despite the monumentally fucked up situation and the final cracking piece of his heart breaking away. Rick had that piercing by the time Eddie had met him. He insisted he’d gotten it because it was sexy. Eddie was pretty sure he’d just lost a bet.

Eddie was no stranger to intimate piercings himself. He had his frenum done a while back. 

That one he’d definitely done because it felt sexy.

He looked back down at his phone, idly flipping through Steve’s profile and all of his other photos. 

He probably shouldn’t be thinking about how hot Steve was, how it was juxtaposed with a soft cuteness that almost felt like it didn’t belong to someone with such broad shoulders and defined arms. 

He hated himself for thinking about Steve’s attractiveness. 

It felt wrong.

Even though he was pretty much single now.

Even if Rick didn’t know it yet. 

But fuck him. 

He’d find out.

One way or the other.

And Eddie was nothing if not a drama queen.

But he wouldn’t do anything tonight.

No tonight he would just… hurt.

And smoke.

A lot.

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice came through to him. “You okay?”

Eddie swallowed, finding it a little more difficult than he expected it to be and realised he’d just been staring down at his phone in silence. 

The screen had gone black.

“Yeah.” He answered, his voice thick. “I’m fine.”

Steve hummed. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Eddie laughed. It was wet and sniffly and vulnerable and horrible. “What are you gonna do from over the phone far away… wherever you are?”

“I dunno. I could just… talk to you I guess? Help you plot Rick's murder?”

Eddie laughed again, a little brighter this time. "Yeah, that could be good. But if I'm plotting murder I want to be a little more comfortable." He unlocked his phone and hit the follow button on Steve’s account. “This conversation requires lounging, not standing by the landline.”

“Oh-”

“How do you feel about a video call?”

A notification popped up on his phone, letting him know Steve had followed him back.

“A video call is fine.”

“Great.” Eddie paused. He wasn’t even sure how to end this call with the guy his boyfriend of two years had been cheating on him with and who he’d just asked if he wanted to video call so Eddie could smoke his feelings away. 

He just didn’t want to feel alone right now. 

He could have called Chrissy or one of the boys to come hang out with him but that would require explaining everything over again and he really didn’t want to do that right now. 

Before he could think much more on it Eddie said a quick “Okay bye,” and hung up.

Steve knew the story and Steve had been wronged too and maybe they could just be mad and sad together. 

He unlocked his phone again as he walked back into his bedroom and hit the video call button, not even bothering to turn his light on, leaving himself and his room shrouded in darkness. He propped his phone up on his desk, angled towards the window where he sat on the sil and started to roll, using the streetlights streaming in the window to see.

Steve picked up only a moment later and Eddie got his first good look at the guy live in action and not through a photo online.

He was sitting at what looked like a kitchen table fully lit by the overhead lights, a pair of wire framed glasses perched on his nose and his hair messy and dishevelled, like he’d been stressfully running his hands through it, which he probably had been. 

Eddie didn’t know how stressed he would be if he had to make a call to someone to tell them their long term partner had been cheating.

He was leaning forward, elbows on the table in a cosy yellow sweater with a slight worry between his eyebrows. 

He looked so soft. 

Nothing at all like the nautical sea queen look he’d been giving in those photos. He looked comfortable and gentle and a little worried.

“Eddie?”

“Mm-hm?” He hummed, bringing the joint to his mouth and lighting it up before pushing open the window a little more and exhaling out into the dark rainfall outside.

“You okay?”

He shrugged. “I will be.”

“I’m not asking about whether you will be, I‘m asking about now.”

Eddie looked over and watched Steve as Steve watched him through the screen.

“Alright, then no. I’m not okay.” He took another drag. “I’m fucking pissed. I’m sad, I’m upset, I’m hurt, I’m angry, I’m disappointed and I don’t know if all of that is directed more at him for doing this to me or me for not expecting it.”

“How were you supposed to expect it?” Steve shook his head in disbelief. “No one should have to expect to be cheated on.”

“Dunno.” Eddie shrugged, looking back out the window. “Relationship was dying anyway.”

“Okay, and? That doesn’t make cheating okay.”

“Suppose not.”

“I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. For my part in it.”

Eddie glanced back over, taking in the downward tilt of Steve’s mouth and his big sad eyes.

“S’not your fault. You were wronged too.”

“I guess, but…” Steve bit his lip and looked up from the screen, casting his eyes around his kitchen like something was going to pop out and answer whatever question was running through his head. 

Eddie waited. The guy had been very gracious so far and he seemed to genuinely feel bad for all the mess he’d been wrapped up in. 

“I…” Steve continued. “I know how this thing usually goes. You find out you’ve been cheated on and you still love your partner so you tend to focus all your anger towards the person they cheated with rather than the person who actually wronged you.” He looked down, fiddling with some kind of flash card on the table in front of him.

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” Eddie stubbed his joint out, happy enough with his current buzz. He was sufficiently mellowed, he hadn’t cried yet though that would probably come once he was in bed, but his anger had simmered down to a level where he didn’t feel like putting his fist through a wall but still angry enough to plot.

“I am, I guess.”

Eddie nodded. “This happened to you before?” 

That was probably rude. His filter malfunctioned at the best of times but when he smoked it was all but gone.

“Yeah.” Steve stared down at the cards in his hands. “My mom had to put up with my dad’s infidelity a lot. And my ex-girlfriend cheated on me a while back.” Steve paused before taking a deep breath. “Rick was actually my first attempt to get back into the dating world so…”

“So we can both be sad and angry together.”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled and Eddie stood up, plucking his phone from his desk and settling it on his bedside table, switching his lamp on and throwing himself face down on his bed, probably barely visible to Steve.

“We can be sad and angry together.”

Eddie glanced up. Now that he was closer to his phone, he could better see exactly what Steve was fiddling with, he could read some of the text on the card.

“Stevie.” Eddie sat up, moving closer to the phone and unable to stop the smirk running over his face. Steve’s eyes snapped up towards him. “Did you write out flash cards for when you called me?”

Steve’s eyes widened before he unceremoniously swept all the cards off the table in front of him, his cheeks turning a terrific shade of red and he leaned his face on his hand, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. 

“No.”

It was adorable. Incredibly dorky and adorable.

Eddie laughed, full on braying belly laughs, collapsing backwards onto his bed. When he peeked back up to look at his phone through his giggles, Steve’s face was somehow even redder. 

“Oh my god.” Eddie breathed. “That’s darling.”

“Shut up.”

“No, no. It’s really very sweet.”

“Ugh. Whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes but was still smiling, still had a blush lighting up his cheeks.

Eddie settled himself back against his headboard. “Actually, listen, let me ask you something.”

“Okay?”

“Does Rick know? Does he know that you know? Or that you told me?”

“No.” Steve answered, finally relaxing his fake nonchalance into real relaxation, folding his hands on the table and propping his chin up on them. “I figured if anyone had the right to rip his balls off it would be you.”

Eddie nodded. 

That he could understand. 

“I get that, but there’ll be no ball ripping from where I stand. No, I want to hit him where it hurts.”

“Woulda hurt me plenty.”

“Oh, I’m sure. But the only thing Rick loves more than his own balls is his car.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, he’s like, obsessed with that thing. It’s weird. It’s not even that nice of a car.”

“I’d love to say he has bad taste but considering he picked the both of us, I’m pretty sure his tastes are actually immaculate.”

“Just his decisions are bad.”

“Exactly.”

“Well.” Steve sighed. “I’d love to help any way I can. I hate that I was involved in this, in what he did to you.”

“To us, Stevie. To us.”

“Right, so what’s the plan then?”

“When are you due to see him next?”

Eddie pulled his van into the parking lot of the bar. It was halfway across town and a place that he never frequented if he could help it. Rick liked it though, always had. Eddie just liked other places around town more.

But it could be cute, he supposed. A small little country and sports type place that had a rainbow flag behind the bar and a small number of regulars who, according to Steve, wouldn’t do anything unless you got between them and their drink. 

He knew that Steve was inside with Rick, playing up the flirty angle and acting tipsier than he actually was to put him at ease.

Steve had mentioned one of his signature moves involved pool, bending over the table and wiggling a little bit to keep the attention on him. Pulling out a little pout whenever he missed a shot or asking for help to line up his cue.

Eddie would be more upset by the fact that he was missing the sight of it if he didn't know he'd have the opportunity to see it himself at some point in the future.

They had talked for so long that first night, long enough that the sun was starting to come up by the time they'd both dragged themselves away from their phones to sleep.

They’d talked about their families, their friends, what they were doing in life right now as opposed to what they had hoped they would be doing when they were teenagers. They talked about their school selves and their dating lives and as the conversation wore on Eddie found himself thinking again and again about how long it had been since it had felt so easy to talk to someone like that.

It had been a very long time since Rick had put any effort into getting to know him as he grew through their two years together, like he expected Eddie to stay the same person as he was at the start of the relationship.

After that first night where they’d figured out their master plan, he and Steve had just… kept talking. Throughout the rest of the week up until tonight, they were in almost constant contact, only really taking a break to sleep and work.

Eddie felt connected to Steve and in some roundabout way he was thankful to Rick for bringing him into his life.

He’d even met Robin in passing one day, living two floors below him, holding the door open for him as he tried to wrestle with grocery bags. 

She was so weird. He kind of loved her the second she opened her mouth. Honest, but with the sharpest tongue he’d ever met on a person. 

She had knocked on his apartment door later that evening to tell him Steve was calling over to visit and asking if he wanted to come around to meet him. 

Steve had apparently delegated the asking to her because he was too nervous to do it himself.

Again, adorable.

Steve was somehow even sweeter and even saltier in person than he was over the phone and Eddie tried hard, he tried really hard not to look too much or let his fucking horomones run away with him but Jesus. H. Christ it was difficult. 

The sweetness of his soft sweaters and polos, his gentle smiles and understanding words matched with his salty mean girl attitude that would slip out every so often and the bitchiest of eye rolls that made Eddie’s heart jump.

Eddie was also trying to feel bad about what was happening but honestly, he was losing reasons to care that much.

He hadn’t texted or called Rick once in the last week and Rick himself had never reached out which all at once made Eddie realise he was the primary communicator in the relationship and it hadn’t been reciprocated in a long, long time. 

Adding onto that was the knowledge that Rick was still fucking cheating on him and was in regular contact with Steve left Eddie only half heartedly feeling bad.

He and Steve would go over the screenshots of the conversation together every night and every night Eddie found it harder and harder to hang up the phone.

He was pretty sure Steve was feeling the same way. 

They kept just catching each other staring. Or smiling or, pulling back from touching too much and he was almost sure that as soon as Rick was out of the picture for the both of them, something was going to blossom.

Even now, with Steve inside, flirting up a storm with Eddie’s ex-boyfriend who didn’t know he was an ex yet, they would be ending the night together. 

Robin was waiting back at her apartment with an alibi ready if Eddie needed it though he suspected he wouldn’t.

Neither he nor Rick had a great track record with the police and it would be more trouble than it was worth to get them involved.

Speaking of, Eddie spotted Rick’s car, some souped up four wheel drive monstrosity of small dick syndrome sitting in the shadows and away from the cameras of the bar where Steve had convinced him to park with a suggestion of something happening in those shadows later on. 

He hopped out of his van and threw open the back doors, grabbing his bag of goodies before sidling around Rick’s car to wait.

When the chords of some Shania Twain number started to leak through the walls, the signal he’d been waiting for, the sound loud enough to drown out what Eddie would be doing, he dropped his bag to the floor.

Curling his keys into his fingers and with almost a skip in his step Eddie began to carve a stripe through the immaculate and expensive paint work. Working his way around to the drivers side, he lifted the key up before bringing it back down.

With a little bit of sickening glee, he hacked the word CHEATER into the side of the car, the side that would be immediately visible from the bar door and the side Rick would have to see every time he wanted to get in and get out of the driver's seat.

At least until he paid a bomb to get it fixed.

Eddie had connections in this town. Working as a mechanic here for years would do wonderful things to extend this pain. 

Rick knew fuck all about cars. 

Tucking his keys back into his pocket, he sidled back around to his duffel bag, unzipping it and pulling out his Stanley blade.

Unsheathing it, he gripped it tight in his hand and punched it down into the nearest tyre, listening with satisfaction as the thing slowly deflated before moving onto the other three.

A second Shania song had started up. 

He could hear Steve crooning out from inside, getting louder and Eddie knew he was running out of time. 

He pulled Steve’s baseball bat from the duffle and gave it a little twirl, the same one he’d seen Steve do when he’d first handed it off and he had tried so hard not to be attracted to it. 

He’d failed miserably. 

Maybe Eddie could deal with a gym bunny if that gym bunny was Steve.

With an almighty swing, he brought the bat down, shattering one of the headlights with an almighty crash that wasn’t quite drowned out by the karaoke inside.

Rearing back Eddie swung again, smashing the other headlight and while the music didn’t cut off, he could clearly hear Steve inside calling out for Rick to “Wait!”

Okay, only a few seconds left.

Pulling the bat back and letting the anger and betrayal and indignation flow through him, he brought the bat down hard into the windshield where it embedded itself, the spider cracks of the tempered glass making the thing practically opaque.

The bat was fucking stuck.

Eddie knew that if he was able to pull hard enough he would be able to release the whole windshield from the car but he didn’t even have the strength in him to budge the bat.

“What the fuck?!”

Eddie slowly released his hands from the bat and turned, looking at Rick standing in the doorway of the bar, his mouth hanging wide open in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Steve was standing just behind him, with one hand over Rick’s chest.

To anyone else it would look like a comforting gesture, maybe. A show of support. 

But Eddie could tell the hand was there to hold Rick back if he decided to lunge. 

Both Steve and Rick dragged their gaze over the flat tyres, the word carved into the side, the bat stuck in the windshield.

“Hey sweetheart.” Eddie called across the distance, feeling comfortable enough to turn his back to pick up his bag, trusting Steve to at least shout if Rick was about to tackle him.

“Eddie,” Rick breathed, still open-mouthed somehow. “What in the god damned hell has gotten into you?!”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and held his hand out.

Steve patted Rick twice on the chest and stepped out from behind him. 

Rick watched him walk away looking even more bewildered than before.

With one hand Steve took Eddie’s and with the other he grabbed the bat, wiggling it a few times before pulling it free. 

They broke apart as they reached Eddie’s van, Steve climbing into the passenger seat and Eddie throwing his bag in the back before starting up the van from his position in the driver's seat.

He leaned over Steve to shout out of the window, “Have a nice life, asshole!”

As the van tore out of the lot, Steve stretched both hands out of the window, two middle fingers extended until Rick, still frozen on the spot, was out of sight.

When he pulled himself back inside, Eddie saw him glance his way, a huge grin on his face.

Eddie had a smile to match, whooping into the night as they sped down the road.

AO3

@geekymagicalpotato

Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation.

[eevees-hobbies]

What Happens at Ume's Summer Bash, Stays at Ume's Summer Bash! - NSFW

Author’s Note: Well, here it is. I didn’t mean to make the title as long as an old Panic! At the Disco song. God, when I was writing Togame, I had myself feeling a certain type of way. Idk if I’m leading us into a potential Sakura x Togame x Reader threesome or what. Help. Anyway, I’m never beating the Haruka Sakura simp allegations! Giving the people what they didn’t ask for, shit-talking, dominant Sakura.

Synopsis: You’re invited to Umemiya’s Annual Summer BBQ Bash! Pull up a chair, pour yourself a drink, and have some fun with old friends! I hope you can avoid temptation from Togame; he’s kind of into you! But as a good girlfriend, you only have eyes for your boyfriend, Haruka Sakura. Wait…what are you doing on that bed? 

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Haruka Sakura. Mention of alcohol and bodyshots. This may or may not be the same Togame that saw your nudes in Sext Me Like You Mean It. Brief mention of sharing, but not explicit. Aggressive flirting, jealousy, shit-talking, dirty-talking Sakura, teasing but not too mean, fucking where you shouldn’t, fem!reader receiving oral, squirting. Tis smut. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 3.4K

Dividers by Saradika. Invitation by me

They say there are very few things in life that are guaranteed. Yes, taxes and death are undoubtedly imminent, but the other life-altering event that should be added to that list is Umemiya’s Annual Summer BBQ Bash!

Every Summer, Umemiya invites his closest friends to his home in hopes of hosting a space where you all can exist without the stresses of day-to-day life. 

You and Sakura are excited to attend, but who can blame you? Umemiya’s Summer BBQ Bash is always memorable; this year will be no exception.

The parties can get relatively wild as the alcohol tends to flow freely, and it isn’t unusual for the lines to blur between friendship, one-night stands, and sharing of partners. Plus, the food smacks! Bofurin alums and Jo Togame, who has always felt like an honorary member of the friend group, make up the attendee list.

It isn’t long before libations in shot glasses and red cups make their way around the party, and all the popular Summer hits blast through the stereo speakers loud enough to break a few city ordinances.

You’ve long since abandoned Sakura, who still sits at the table, to dance with Kotoha. Sakura can’t take his eyes off you as you bend over, place your palms against your knees and gyrate your hips to the beat as Kotoha delivers a heavy smack to your ass. It takes every fiber in his being to look away. 

He needs to avert his eyes, not because he’s embarrassed, but because if he doesn’t look away, his head might just pop.

He knew he was going to have a hard time today when you emerged from the bedroom in your outfit: jean shorts that stop barely stopped above mid-thigh, a black band tee that is cropped at the bottom and exposes some of your tummy when you raise your arms even slightly, and low-top black and white chucks. It may be a simple ensemble for you, but it’s a wet dream for him. 

Togame slips into the chair next to Sakura, letting out a deep sigh, “Your girlfriend is insanely hot. Just my type.”

Sakura’s fists clench instinctively, and he has to remind himself that while Togame seemingly has a crush on you, it has been harmless thus far. 

And Sakura isn’t delusional; he knows how attractive you are. He can practically see it now as you and Kotoha dance together. You’re sexy, uninhibited by the judgment of others, and radiating with confidence, all things he admires, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by other men—even some of his friends. 

“You think I don’t know that?”

“It's been a couple of years for you two, right?” Togame continues as he does the mental math, remembering the first time he saw you holding hands with Sakura and mentally berating himself for not being the first to make a move.

“Been together this long and still haven’t put a ring on it or knocked her up? Dangerous game, my man. Women don’t like to wait. Someone else might snatch her up.”

Fuck off sits on the tip of Sakura’s tongue, but despite his annoyance, he can silently admit that what Togame is saying has consumed his thoughts as of late.

The idea of making a baby with you is enough to push him into cardiac arrest, so he tries to think less of that and more of asking you to marry him. 

Baby steps!

And if fear of rejection didn’t cause him immense paralysis, the engagement ring tucked snuggly away in his underwear drawer would already be on your finger.

Their eyes snap back to you as you turn to Sakura and cup your hands around your mouth in an attempt to be heard over the speakers, “Haruka! Come dance with me!”

Sakura shakes his head. You should know better than to ask him to dance outside the safety of your shared living room.

Togame’s eyes light up, however. Your request and your boyfriend's refusal opening an opportune window for him. “I'll dance with her.” 

Before Sakura can protest, Togame’s already pushing himself out of the chair and striding over to you. He can’t hear what Togame says to you over the music, but whatever he says makes you offer a smile and take his hand.

As Togame pulls you flush against his body, you can’t help but feel the pang of disappointment in your chest that it isn’t Sakura coming to dance with you. “I’m going to guess that you didn’t ask Sakura for his permission to dance with me?”

Togame looks down at you, his leer making you shudder from under the immense pressure of it. “I need to ask permission from your handler to dance with you? Didn’t know you were into that, lamb.”

Laaaaaaaaaamb?! If you’re the lamb in this dynamic, Togame is the wolf, licking his pointed fangs as he sizes you up and expands his jaw, ready to bite.

You’re trying not to wilt at his given nickname for you, but Togame knows precisely what he’s doing. 

You aren’t naive to the fact that he’s hot—all 187 centimeters is dripping liquid sex appeal, and he obviously desires you. Still, you don’t take too kindly to being hunted, especially when you’re already smitten, head over heels, and obsessed with a certain cat-eyed hot-head. 

Togame’s hands find refuge on your hips. His grip is solid and arrogant, as though you and he have danced this way before, and it’s a regular occurrence. He’s ducking down between you both so his hair, which has grown longer over the Summer, brushes against your forehead. 

“What would you do if I kissed those pretty glossed lips of yours?”

You crane your neck to look at him, making direct eye contact and challenging his stare so your message is clear: “I’d smack the taste out of your mouth.”

Your response earns a deep purr from Togame’s throat; he loves how firey you are, and it only stokes his desire for you. You can feel his hands snaking around your hips, his fingers pressing firmly into the exposed skin of your midriff until they rest dangerously close to the top of your ass.

“Sakura’s lucky he got to you first because in any other situation where he hadn’t, you’d be my girl.”

“There’s not an alternate reality in which I wouldn’t be Sakura’s girl,” you pause as you hear familiar heavy footfalls. “And if it keeps you up at night, which I desperately hope it does, I pursued him.”

“Of course you did. Because you take what you want.” Togame’s jaw clenches, not in anger, but in something more primal, and his eyes don’t betray everything he wants to say and do to you at that moment, but he’s interrupted when Sakura places a hand on his shoulder.

“You heard my girl.” The way Sakura says “my girl” makes you shiver; his voice is low, offering an unspoken threat to his friend.

Togame steps aside, that predatory look in his eye dissipated as he shoots you both a half smile. His absence allows Sakura to take his place, hands resting on your hips.

Hiragi sighs, finally dropping the water hose he was fully ready to unleash on Togame and yourself. “Why does this party always make people act like they’re in heat?”

Umemiya chuckles as he pours himself some punch, “Good question! But, hey, at least you haven’t had to use the water hose this time…yet!”

You beam up at Sakura, your stomach practically executing Olympic-level summersaults as you lean into his frame—close proximity and PDA all subsets of a love language that you so desperately crave from him.

“He is obsessed with you.” His cheeks are tinted red, more than likely from the combination of your affection, the interaction he had witnessed between you and Togame, and the beers he has ingested 

“Hadn’t noticed. Hey, I have to go to the bathroom. Come with me?”

“You need my help in the…bathroom? Ok.” You’ve certainly had stranger requests, but he refuses to leave an opening for Togame to corner you again. 

As you enter Umemiya’s home, you immediately pull Sakura into the room closest to the left, which also happens to be Ume’s bedroom. The master bedroom is simple and minimalist, but it benefits from an extensive amount of natural light from the sliding glass door that leads out to the backyard. You can see your friends, and they presumably could see you if they came close enough and weren’t so distracted by taking body shots off Tsugeura’s body.

“Wha??? This isn’t the bathroom.”

“Sakura, that was an obvious cover. I wanted some alone time with you.” 

A crimson blush crawls from his neck to the tips of his ears. “In here?”

The silken sheets of Umemiya’s bed smell freshly washed, somehow still warm from the dryer as you pull them back and sink into them.

Sakura bites his lip as you hold out a hand. You are temptation personified in your jean shorts, with the skin of your tummy peaking out and beckoning to him. 

You’re going to be the death of him.

He climbs on top of you, already making quick work of the button to your pants. “A-are we about to fuck in Umemiya’s bed?” Your voice is shakey, but your eyes are unblinking and mischievous as you stare at him. 

“I don’t want to think about it.” As he tosses your shorts—and underwear soon after–aside, he disappears under the covers. You let out a gasp as his tongue pokes at your pussy, pulling each labia into his mouth and sucking hungrily. If you two intended for a quick romp beneath the sheets of Umemiya’s bed, that’s now suddenly out of the window.

It isn’t long before Sakura is eating you out like it has been too long without his favorite meal, delivering gentle nips of your folds in between intense suckles to your clit that make you buck your hips. He lets out a growl and wraps muscled arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so that his mouth is suctioned against your clit.

Your moans are uncharacteristically soft and tempered out of fear that if anyone were to enter the house, they’d be able to hear you. But it’s hard to contain yourself as Sakura fucks you with his tongue, loud, messy, wet lapping sounds as your essence dribbles onto his tongue.

He briefly pulls away from your drooling cunt, “Oh, don’t try to be quiet now.” Then he’s back to burying his face in your heat, shaking his head from side to side, swiping his tongue against your clit. As he devours you, slurping and his needy moans fill your ears. Your eyes flutter closed, and you can’t help but take in the scent around you. It smells exactly like Umemiya and makes you feel like he’s in bed with you both. You cover your face with your arm as the thought has you clench around Sakura’s tongue.

“Mmm, that’s my girl..”

The continuous, unrelenting licking and slurping contribute to the intense buildup of flutters deep within your abdomen until you finally release, warm and thick in Sakura’s mouth. He moans, swallowing happily, enjoying his much-deserved reward. 

You’re lightheaded, but you still crave more. Mental gymnastics have you thinking that if you haven’t been found by a party attendee yet, why not take a chance on some extra fun? 

“Sakura, fuck me, please. I need you.”

Sakura raises himself from between your thighs, bringing the bedsheet with him so you’re both trapped in the confines of it, and despite there being so little light, your eyes quickly adjust to the smirk on his face.

“Yeah? Say that again.”

“Sakura, I’m not going to beg for it.”

“You sure about that?” You can feel him dragging the fat tip of his dick against your folds, pressing the leaking head against your entrance with so little pressure that it feels cruel.

Ok, maybe you could beg for it a little.

You raise your hand to his face, dragging a thumb against his bottom lip, which is still saturated with your cum.

“Baby, please, I am literally begging you to fuck me.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. His pretty girl asking ever so nicely for his cock. The power play turns him on—hearing you, his queen, treating his dick as a much-needed commodity. 

But he thinks you can do a little more begging.

He grips his cock and delivers harsh smacks against your sopping wet hole, reveling in the buttery, sharp wet sounds it makes. 

“Sakura,” you growl, “if you don’t put it in-“

His eyes snap up to meet yours. They’re narrowed and intense, almost setting off your fight, flight, or freeze response. “You’ll fuckin’ what?” 

Oh.

Oh.

Fuuuuuck.

You swallow thickly, realizing that maybe you misjudged which Sakura had joined you in Umemiya’s bed today—shy, blushing Sakura was probably still at the table outside. You were under the covers with ex-Bofurin leader Haruka Sakura, the Sakura that likes to fold you like a pretzel and fuck you raw until you’re weak and out of commission for a few days.

Bedroom dynamics are funny like that. 

So, you, ordinarily headstrong and unfaltering, now speak to him in a softer and pleading voice. 

“P-please, Haru.”

He snorts, grabbing one hand of your plush thighs and pushing it up so it’s pressed against your stomach. “Glad you fixed the attitude, brat.” 

As Sakura sinks into you, he can’t help but look down at where your bodies meet, the length of his cock disappearing into the mess of you. He lets out a shaky breath to steady himself and not cum in you before he can leave his mark. As his eyes return to your face, he can’t help but grin, delighted by your blissed-out face. 

“Feels good, yeah?” He asks as though he can’t deduce the answer from how you’re already gripping him.

“Soooo good, baby!”

“That’s all it takes to calm you down? Good dick?”

You would literally build an altar in his name and pray for absolution if it meant access to his dick, so yes, But words are hard when your cunt is stuffed to the brim of the aforementioned good dick, so you simply give him an enthusiastic nod.

“Tell me how you want it, pretty girl.” Once again, he knows the answer. He can feel it the way you desperately choke his cock with your walls, but he wants to hear you say it.

“Hard. So fucking hard, Kitten.”

The only indication that Sakura planned on slamming his cock into your cervix is the sudden way he pressed the tips of his fingers into your thighs, but it was so instantaneous that your brain hardly had time to register the act. The alarming nature of not having a warning or much time to adjust almost made you clamp your legs shut around him, but a low growl and a “No.” keeps you wide open for him.

You gasp and wiggle against him, panting; the sound of shifting linens and his drumming into you roar in your ears as the sheets around you create an echo chamber. He’s fucking you like you belong to him. As though he has the god-given right to mold a path in your cunt. 

“Gonna make you squirt.”

Oh, and you absolutely believe him because you can feel it looming over you like a creeping, ominous shadow. 

“B-but, Ume’s bed-”

“Oh, Haruka, what about Ume’s bed???” he mocks you in the same whiny tone you’re using, then shifts back to speaking normally. 

“You should have thought about that before you were begging for cock.”

Your stomach muscles tighten. His words are so harsh, so aggressive, so good. Your eyes roll back as the unmistakable feeling of a spring so tightly wound up finally uncoiling. Absolute pleasure shoots through you, and a flood of hot fluid coats Sakura’s pubic hair and Umemiya’s sheets. 

“Theeeeere you go,” he praises. Still, he doesn’t stop the abuse of your pussy, fucking you with the added saturation of your cum, making him throw his head back, dual-colored eyes closing, and silently praising whatever god is listening. 

As another orgasm crashes into you, Sakura chuckles and flips you over, so now you’re straddling him, shaking as he holds you flush against his body with fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. “Tapping out already? I’m not even close to being done.” 

His cock doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to fuck at your hole with desperation, trying to prove that his cock is better suited for you than Jo Togame’s. 

“Fuuuuck, Haruka!” 

While you would never encourage the flirtatious behavior of others to incur Sakura’s jealousy, feeling him use you like a cock-sleeve will not garner any complaints from you. You latch your mouth onto one of his nipples, earning a whimper from him.

“G-gonna cum if you do that again.”

You grunt as it hardens against your tongue, amused that his words were meant to deter you.

You both freeze as the sliding glass door to Umemiya’s bedroom opens. Sakura’s pistoning of his hips comes to a halt immediately, and you both cover the other's mouth with a palm.

Kotoha sighs at the sight in front of her: clothes strewn across the floor and the bed unmade with the blankets bunched up into a large mound. She doesn’t attempt to pay attention to the ladies' underwear on the floor, not wanting to think about Umemiya’s extracurriculars too much. 

“You could have cleaned up your bedroom before inviting us over! Now, where did you say your wallet was?” she calls over her shoulder to Umemiya.

Umemiya, too busy flipping burgers in the air with the practiced precision of a grill master, shouts back, “My room is clean, Koooootoooohaaaaaa! My wallet should be on my nightstand!”

You and Sakura are staring into each other's eyes, panic-stricken as Kotoha rummages through the drawers closest to your heads. 

Your mind can’t help but wander as you imagine her pulling back the sheets and finding Sakura’s balls plastered to your slit, messy love-making evident under the puddle of saliva and cum soaked into the sheets beneath you.

Your cunt twitches erratically, still wrapped around the base of Sakura’s cock.

Sakura glares at you, in disbelief at your depravity but not too shocked because he knows you. His eyes seemingly scream, “Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!”

“Here it is!” the sound of footsteps receding and the sliding glass door closing, quieting the voices and sounds of the party, allows you both to relax.

Sakura pulls his hand off your mouth, “Were you seriously squeezing my dick at the idea of being caught!?”

“Couldn’t help it,” you whine as you wiggle against him.

“You love the idea of someone watching me fuck you, huh? That’s fucking filthy.” his hands return to the top of your ass as he gives you a few upward thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re wetter now than when we started. You want me to go get all our friends, let them watch me fuck this pussy?”

“Y-you would never,” you say through moans.

“You don’t have a clue what I think about at night. Heh, how about we grab Togame? I know he’d love to see you spread open.”

“Baby, I’m going to-”

“Then fucking cum.”

A rapturous, otherworldly, blissful orgasm rips through your body, and Sakura follows soon after. Your mouths crash into one another in a messy and loud kiss as you exchange groans and moans. 

Sakura’s half-lidded eyes open as he looks at you, “what should we do with the sheets?”

“Hope they dry on their own? I mean, it’s probably not that bad, right?”

After you and Sakura get dressed, you pulled back the sheets and cringed at the sight of wet stains covering the expanse of his sheets. 

“I hope he has a mattress protector on.” Sakura slowly turns to you with a raised eyebrow as if this is your fault!

“Shutup, shutup!” You push him out of the room, hoping the sunlight shooting in through the sliding glass doors can dry the linens. 

As you enter your shared bedroom, Sakura quickly closes his underwear drawer and turns to you with a blush on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to look at your naughty magazines. Ume just texted me.”

“I dont HAVE naughty magazines!” He registers what you just said and shoots you a look. “Texted you…?” 

“He said that there was a spare bedroom that we were more than welcome to use if we had just asked.”

[neverpathia]

fuck this shit again

have the voice of the opportunist, and this is really making me realise how much I suck with colouring in my drawings. the lineart looks like this

oh, there's a little teaser for para in the corner. oops.

though I think I've probably made oppy just as slimy and sleazy as he was meant to look. so that's a point in the drawing's favour, I guess. he probably looks like a dilf if you squint hard enough.

broken's done so now there's like nine more to go hoooo boy.

by the way the thing I'm doing where I cover their right eyes with their wings isn't just a cheap cop-out for me to avoid drawing said right eye. it's symbolism (oh totally). because they can only experience a very specific point of view. it limits their perspective. in the end, the voices can't always truly see the right thing, and the way they are restricts them into seeing only what's left behind. so their left eye remains uncovered.

now i don't have anywhere as much to say about the opportunistic bitch but I do have a bit. for one, I'm not part of his massive hatedom. he's such a charming little rat bastard and I'm here for it

he's so horrible (affectionate)

no but I really love how each and every one of the Voices is just like a defense/coping mechanism. individually, they were developed by TLQ to make sense of the situation and adapt to whatever bullshit he's being forced through at the moment, right? but in excess, or even when the situation takes the smallest unexpected turns, they can get pretty unhelpful pretty quick.

oppy in PatD perfectly encapsulates this. (wow, what a profound insight, captain obvious. who could've guessed. not like every third post about pristine cut says this already.) fine oppy in PatD was peak

okay but let's face it I just can't hate the guy he's such a flip-flop girlfailure.

well it's kind of interesting how, in a way, this dude also exhibits another potential reaction to fight or flight situations. there's freeze but we're not talking about that today. and then there's fawn. the opportunist wants power, but that's not just what there is to it. in the end, this desire for power stems from an underlying need for control. often, he's manifested by a taste of control for the first time. control spawned from betrayal spawned from fear. from apprehension. from the need for autonomy, met with a lack thereof (thanks narrator you son of a gun), but then regained in triumph.

the opportunist clings to each sorry sliver of power he can get. because once he's tasted it, he requires it so deeply it's become something he just has to have, like an addiction. and he may appear kind of pathetic, or risk everything else for each new taste of power. and he may stop himself from letting himself stray too far, may force himself away if he must. and affection, or kindness, or connection, or trust- they cannot exist, not for this control he craves so much. yes, he's selfish. but being anything else that's not selfish isn't even a choice at all in the face of this power, this control, this sheer craving of his.

but in the end all the opportunist wants is belonging. he wants a purpose and he wants meaning, especially to others. he wants to matter. and having control is surely a way to show that you matter, right? being at the top has to show that you mean something. that you're not pointless. that you exist and have a right to exist.

even if all the actions you take, vile and scheming and despicable, tell everyone else that you shouldn't.

then again, his perspective blinds him. as with all of the other voices.

now it shouldn't be too much of a hassle to figure out the symbolisms in his design but in case it wasn't obvious enough his tie brooch was supposed to be an ouroboros. I thought it was neat when I first designed him. I'm having second thoughts now. plus, I tried to steer his design in a different direction from most others, who tend to stick with "tumblr twink in a nice suit". um...well, I don't know if it worked.

and GOD why did I choose this specific shade of green. I mean, it's unnecessarily tacky? and bright? and way too obvious like him? hopefully it matches? oh well.

[moonspirit]

Annie hates facial hair. If armin ever tried to grow a beard she will get the divorce papers out and not kiss him

Canon T______T (for some of us, anyway, me included)

But also! Bold of you to assume this boy CAN grow any facial hair in the first place!

Listen, I think he TRIES. Because sometimes being in the military growing up, he's thought he won't be man enough without a moustache or beard! Sometimes the boys who could grow proper facial hair would snicker at those who didn't. Something something toxic(?) standards. But after a while he gives up, realising that it's better to be in the category of guys who clean-shaved, especially given how his ability to grow a stubble is non-existent at best.

And listen, I think he tries AGAIN, post-Rumbling, as he begins to navigate his political career.

The powerful men he has to deal with all sport majestic beards and moustaches, almost making it seem like some sort of mandatory condition to fulfil if you wanted to mingle with them and get things done. Perhaps Armin thinks he should look at least the part of he wants to be acknowledged and taken seriously, and not just be seen as some silly kid among them.

But hmm. His efforts are pathetic, one again. He CANNOT grow out ANYTHING, for god's sake!

And anyway. Annie prefers it this way. She always reminds him she fell for his whole clean BOY BOY look and that if she wanted some guy with a lame five o'clock shadow she might as well have chosen Kenny. This admission always makes Armin go all doki-doki (it's rare to hear her talk about falling for him you know :3)

Plus, this is easier. A stubble just gets in the way when they're um... Getting Things Done (Rated E Version). Annie does not appreciate feeling the scratchy scratchy on her thighs, thank you very much!

[leighcest]

dating gavin ellis headcanons for anon<3

-gavin wasnt a commitment guy. he was addicted to drugs, a party animal, a dickhead. plus- his job made it so any future partners could be in danger because of him.

-the two of you met due to hooking up at one of his parties, and then hooking up again, and again, and again, until eventually he asked you to dinner.

-it was nothing special. a local diner, a high-end fastfood place, a bar. he clearly doesn't understand that just because he takes you to McDonald's and fucks you silly after that it's not a good date. Hell, even a date at all.

-but somewhere in that coke addiction, shit attitude, and lack of relationship knowledge, you fell in love. his eyes were pretty, he kissed you goodnight, bought you flowers when he was paid.

-he'd probably cheat on you in the beginning (he was just drunk, and it was once, jesus! get over it.) but the more time you two spend together the closer you get. he shapes himself up. stops doing so much coke and comes home at a reasonable hour.

-in the mornings he'd try to convince you to stay with him a little longer. he's not big on cuddling but he'd do anything for a few kisses and extra minutes lazing around.

-wouldn't be a big fan of petnames towards you (why? he can just call you your name) but would melt if you called him a petname.

-so very very dense. dont ever try the "i'm cold" line because he'll grab you your jacket. However, he thinks he's genius when he tries to yawn and reach his arm across.

-he'd ignore you at parties but would definitely make up for it later (either with kisses and flowers or sex)

-speaking of sex! all of it! constantly! horny ass motherfucker, and wouldn't be shy about it either. definitely a one pump chump (maybe four on a good day, assuming his extensive drug use lets him get it up) but can last a good amount of rounds. very sweet after and would try to get you off to the best of his ability.

-loves being around you in close proximity and would start taking care of his shit when you were around.

-would probably show up to your house drunk or high (or both) all the time. he probably gets really sweet and affectionate when it's just the two of you though.

-can't cook for shit. toast and eggs for breakfast, drugs and alcohol for lunch, microwave meal for dinner. he'd try to learn for the nights you came over, but would probably fail.

-usually he's quite a cocky bastard, but whenever he's with you he can't help but feel a tad less special, like a peasant in a god's existence.

-nights when you stayed over were his favorite. he'd try and cook, run a bath for the two of you, laze around, just let himself be geniune and sappy for once in his miserable life.

-(assuming he went back home instead of getting pushed off a building) he'd probably be wrecked with guilt. you've never seen him cry before, and you probably won't ever again, but that doesn't matter right now because he's crying. he wouldn't mention it in the morning, but he certainly wouldn't forget the sweet words and gentle touches that you gave.

-if he somehow survived with only chronic pain (and lots of trauma) I think cars and heights would be difficult for him. he wouldn't let you see this side of him, but it would be there. if he needed to calm down he'd put a hand over his pulse point on his neck or hold your wrist to feel your own. um. guys. idk. he's not surviving or at least peak life. he'd be paralyzed and basically everyone in his face and body are broken... yeah...

anyways, i've only watched this movie once, so i hope mischaracterize him very much! if you'd like to submit a request please do !!! hope u liked it<3:).

[peggingprowl]

oh gosh. i think you accept drabbles like mychlapi does sometimes? oh gosh if this is weird just delete it i may die of embarrassment bc i never like… talk abt smut ever. but you might be the only person who understands My Thots and i’ll otherwise explode so

Tarantulas. and Prowl. they’re gonna try again. you know. make some Springer 2.0s but now while antagonistically and lovingly married and also. yknow. less test tubes and more closer to how organics do things. but both their sparks are kinda busted right and it’s better if you have all the forge business and the sparkbudding business going on in the same frame so uh

so they ask First Aid. and that’s a good fit because he’s a little freaky but also he’s been visiting to dabble with Tarantulas’s lab stuff together so it’s not even that weird to ask and he’s supportive and says yes. and. well. i’m going to die of embarrassment! but okay

Aid. is kind of into pretending to be a science experiment, sometimes. soooo he and Tarantulas get silly with it and that’s a good time. and then Prowl is actually kinda chill when he’s relaxed and having sex so that’s good too! um. there’s other stuff but i’m too fckin shy and might perish so. that’s all for now, thanks for reading

*remembers this ask exists days later after I kept telling myself I'd answer it* HI. yes. I do accept asks! And can I just say. I'm SO glad you looked at my blog and went "yeah, they'd like some weird sex with Prowl, Tarantulas, and First Aid" and you're CORRECT!!!

Also the idea of First Aid visiting Tarantulas' lab... Intriguing! Very intriguing! Never thought about that dynamic, but I'm interested now.

Anyway. To the weird sex part! Love that Prowl and Tarantulas got back together after everything, the absolute freaks. And immediately get into baby making as well alfjalkgkalf. They probably went "ah yes, more babies... Wait fuck. We both had terrible self care. Neither of us can support a baby"

*cut to First Aid walking into the lab*

"hey you guys! what's going on?"

Prowl and Tarantulas, sharing a look: yeah, he'll do.

They probably come up to him with a whole power point of reasons why he is an Ideal Candidate to become their surrogate, plus a like 50 step plan for how they'll achieve this. Meanwhile First Aid is just like "you want me to spend my time getting constantly railed by two mechs? Sign me UP"

They then get to the part, and of course Prowl and Tarantulas are like, highly meticulous about it all, which low-key turns First Aid on. The detail is very flattering. On GOD they're going to get him robot pregnant. And if he proves to be successful with the first one... Well. It'd be a waste of an experiment to see if there's not a faster way for them to knock him up. Gotta do a few more.

[heartfullofleeches]

I am a sucker for tension, imagine Evil! Deity and Dea just constantly playing tug of war with this stoic little reader who just trying to go about their day to day life 😭😭 im obsessed w it

"I could destroy your reality in the blink of an eye. Billions- possibly trillions gone to satisfy the hunger of the unsatisfiable. I've done it before, and I'll do it again as much as I pleas. The only thing stopping me is-"

The forgien creature grabs you by the neck.

"You're so cute."

It throws you into its chest, stroking its fingers through your hair as it squeals in delight. "Such an adorable thing you are! The perfect love, the best pet. Oh, for creating something so precious I'll always this waste of a universe to exist a little longer."

You squirm out of their embrace, keeping them at arms distance while using all of your strength to push them away. "Leave me alone, I have to go to work."

"You won't have to if I take care of your every need."

"Not interested. Plus there's already one of you that tries."

As if on cue, Dea walks out of the kitchen holding a tray of muffins. "My grace, I've made you a snack to eat while on your way to work. Would you like me to pack you extra so-"

The tray clatters to the floor as their eyes fall upon the scene. Strength exhausted, you fall victim to the other god's hold; shielding your face from their onslaught of kisses. Dea forces a smile.

"My grace... Who's your um... friend?"

"They aren't my friend. I don't even know they got in."

The other deity turns to face Dea, lips quirked in an amused smile. "Oh? Are you cheating on me already, pup? It's no surpise that you've gotten the eye of another creator. I'll forgive you this once if you allow me a single kiss."

"Piss off."

Dea's eyes grow dark. Your head starts to ache as their skin crackles with the anger flowing through them; tearing as they lose control of their self and form. "If you are not acquainted with them - then leave."

The god laughs. "My, you have a bit of a temper problem, don't you? If you want me to leave, I'll take my prize with me."

"No."

Dea rips you from their grasp, shielding you with their body. As the writing above their cheeks glows, the other god scoffs.

"Fine. I'll leave for now, but I'll be back for what I've claimed. See you soon, darling."

Just as they appeared, the deity is gone without a trace. The haze over your mind clears as Dea looks down at you with a bright smile.

"Are you alright, my grace?'

"Yea.. My boss is kinda kill me though, because I'm quitting."

[definesanity]

The Divine Comedy

Spoilers for the Finale of Murder Drones.

She awoke with a gasp, which then turned into a cough, and then a wheezing gasp.

Uzi's optics were damaged, and could only see errors beyond her vision.

Audio feed was also bugged. It sounded like rain... where was she?

Before that thought ended, her body automatically shut itself down.

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[C: YOU DOING GOOD, THERE?]

[U: Bite me, what the fuck happened???]

[C: SHRUG. AFTER THAT LITTLE TEST. QUESTION MARK EMOJI.]

[U: Greeeeeeeat.]

[BOOTUP_STARTED: WAKE UP, IDIOT.]

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Tessa James Elliot had just about finished repairing the Worker Drone's left hand when it jerked.

And in that moment, green eyes met neon purple-yellow. Tessa didn't even know that was an actual colour combo until then.

Uzi quickly got to her legs, but then they gave out, and she cursed.

"Woah, woah, easy th--!"

Uzi pointed the Solver at the girl. Her feeds were all working.

[C: TESSA?]

Uzi shook her head. Think later. "Don't even think about coming closer!"

Tessa, surprisingly, listened, and took a step back. Due to Uzi's visual feed being mixed with whatever the hell the Solver's had, she could see Tessa for what she truly looked like.

And... she didn't look that bad. Now that she isn't a skin-suit.

Black hair with a bow framed a small face, green eyes glowing, almost. A simple black dress and heels, too. Was this just her. Every day look?

[C: WISFTUL SIGH. SHE LOOKED, SO NICE, DIDN'T SHE?]

Uzi ignored the Solver in her head, looking back at the girl. "Who are you? And--where the heck am I?!"

Tessa slowly raised her hands up in surrender. "Woah, um. As much as I appreciate the caution, could you, er. You know? With the. Glowy thing?"

Uzi squinted. Then, deactivated the Solver. She did ask nicely. And Uzi was nice. Sometimes. Blame N.

"...Okay," the human let out a breath. "I'm Tessa. This is my home. I saw you were damaged and was repairing you when you suddenly booted back up."

[C: GENUINE.]

[U: We can trust her?]

[C: MAYBE. BE CAREFUL, UZI.]

[U: What's with the care?]

[C: YOU DIE, I DIE. PLUS...]

"...Thanks." Uzi eventually said. It's the least she can say. "...My name is Uzi."

"...What, like, the gun?"

"...Yeah. Like the gun."

Tessa squinted at her. "Kinda cringe, girl."

Uzi's eyes flickered at that. "Ex-fucking-cuse you?!"

A noise was heard from outside the room, and Tessa made a shushing motion with her finger.

After a moment, the noise stopped.

"...Okay, sorry! I shouldn't talk given what my middle name is but--still!"

Uzi raised an eyebrow. Then, sighed, pinching the bridge of her non-existent. "Fine, agree to disagree, I guess."

Silence was between them. Then, Tessa coughed into her hand.

"I, er. Like your eyes. Cool colour combo."

Uzi shrugged. "Thanks. Green suits yours, too."

Uzi then mentally face-palmed. She forgot about the censor.

[C: GOD F%*£ING D@!&IT. YOU HAD ONE JOB, SM@R%-@$$]

Tessa looked almost owlish. "You... can see me? Like. No censored thingamajig or, whatever?"

Cat's outta the bag, and Uzi hopes she won't be, either.

"...Ye--?"

Tessa appeared in front of her so fast Uzi nearly thought she had teleported.

"A damaged visual feedback???"

"Er--kinda???"

"That is SO COOL! I knew that Worker Drones can be cool, but this??? Ha! Just wait until you see I'm right, Mum!"

Oh great.

"Your, uh. Mother?" Uzi croaked out in sheer confusion.

"...Oh, right, right! Sorry, should be more formal, I guess." Tessa cleared her throat, and attempted to make herself look taller. "Miss Uzi, on behalf of. Me. I would like for you to stay in the manor and um. Work. For me. Please? Kinda sudden, I know! But. You know?"

Uzi blinked. On one hand, no. On the other...

Ack. Now that she's thinking clearly, Tessa is her only shot at actually surviving for longer than ten whole minutes...

"...Let's say I did. What do I have to do?'

"Nothing... toooooooo arduous?" Tessa said, seemingly unsure herself. Great. Wonderful.

She moved back towards Uzi, twiddling her thumbs, eyes shifty. "I-I mean, sure, there's plenty we have already, but, what we need is like a... 'elite' squad? I guess? And you seem to know your stuff."

Uzi rolled her eyes.

"Thanks. I know literally how to pirate stuff and maybe do that. Thing." she then paused. "Am I gonna have to change my clothes?"

"..." Tessa made a thinking expression. "...Eh, it'll be fine, probably. Welcome aboard!"

She gave out a hand to shake. Uzi, after a second, shook it.

"Thanks." she then remembered. "By the way, if you have any excess oil, could you, um. Pass it to me? My, er. Motors need it. I overheat. Easily."

Tessa waved her off. "I noticed. Don't worry! I'll be sure to slide you some."

Uzi didn't respond.

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Just like the average timeskip in. Most stories.

Uzi now was in the service of the Elliot family. Tessa was alright. Cyn definitely played her well, not gonna lie.

Her parents, though... ugh.

They thought that Tessa hanging out with 'someone like her' will 'sully' her mind.

They're right. Except she already did it.

Uzi didn't do friends. Until she met N. And then V. And now also kinda literally everyone else.

She often snuck Tessa manga, and some pirated anime, from her own memory, and projected it on to the wall. Elliot seniors usually don't go and check up on Tessa, leading to the two hanging out.

It felt... good. Nice, even.

After finishing another episode of 'Delicious In Dungeon', Tessa's stomach rumbled, and she groaned to herself.

"Uugh... why did we choose the food anime...??" she moaned out, and Uzi looked at her in disbelief.

"Wha--my sister in Robo-Satan! YOU chose the anime!"

"I didn't know the food was gonna look that good!"

She sighed, and leaned back into her bed.

"...Hey."

"What?" Uzi's eyes flickered up.

"For someone who said they've never worked an hour at a job, you're... alright. When it comes to sorting."

"Blame Autism.exe for that." she rolled her eyes, "Still, what brings this up?"

Tessa rolled over, so that her head was upside-down and looking at Uzi's eyes. "Just... you're literally my first friend."

Uzi blinked at that. And then it made sense.

Technically, in the first... er. What. Timeline? She guesses? It was J.

Now, though...

"...Same here, gonna be honest." Uzi replied quietly. "It's... ugh. No one seemed to like the "goth girl", so I was thrown into the bin. Figuratively and literally."

Tessa looked at Uzi with a complicated expression. This is why she doesn't like humans. Their faces are far too expressive for her liking.

"...Say, on that note, you've been hiding something, haven't you." Uzi asked. It wasn't an accusation, just a fact.

"...W-Well, uh. You see, you do a good job! Really! But, when it comes down to it, you're just. One Drone, ya know? It's... ugh, crikey, this is difficult to say..."

Eventually, she just shrugged and gave up. "I found... a teammate? I guess? J, I've called her! She seems a bit... rough, but, trust me, you'll love her!"

[C: DOUBT. SHE SEEMED TO, DISLIKE YOU GREATLY, MY DEAR HOST.]

[U: I WONDER why. Truly, I do.]

[C: I HAD NO DICTATION IN THAT. SHRUG EMOJI. PERHAPS SHE, MERELY JUST HATED YOU.]

[U: Well, I also hate me, so hip-hip-hooray!]

"...Well, don't knock it until you try it, I guess. Sure." Uzi had gotten much better at hiding what she truly thought. It came with years of having Cyn stuck in her head.

"Perfect! J, you can come in now!"

"Wait, she was just waiting--?"

Uzi cut herself off, seeing who stood now in the room, and who had been hiding in the closet. Literally. And probably figuratively, too.

"...Hey, Boss." J gave a salute to Tessa. And then, turned to Uzi, and gave the same salute. "Hey, Chief."

...Uzi won't lie. She liked the sound of that.

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"Lift!"

It was like a well-oiled machine. Except it's two well-oiled Worker Drones. Which is close enough.

James and Louise Elliot enjoyed the high life, Uzi had learnt; parties were a common occurrence, and so it led to many things being needed to be prepared in a short amount of time.

Still, out of every Drone in the manor, Uzi and J remained at the top of their workload. It also managed to see J with more screen time. Because if this were an anime, J would have had at least just. Ten minutes. And that's it.

She was annoying, but it came with her coding. JCJenson seemed to have added a part of code to her which forced her to act like companies, and JCJenson was at the top.

Thankfully, what with the goth's new role as 'Chief', J seemed to not be as biting. She regards Uzi with... almost respect? She isn't sure. She's never been respected.

Sure, there was that time she saved everyone's asses, but she did that because the Defence Force weren't. Plus, that wasn't respect, it was just thankfulness. Now, sure, that definitely fueled her ego for the next 24 hours after it, but after that it became a series of unfortunate events. Like. Holy Robo-Jesus.

[C: IN A WAY, YOU YOURSELF ARE NOW "ROBO-JESUS".]

[U: Which, by default, makes you Robo-Satan?]

[C: MM. MAYBE. OR, PERHAPS, THE HOLY SPIRIT?]

'More like unholy...' Uzi thought to herself.

It's... strange. But, hey, Uzi isn't dead yet, so that's a plus.

She came to the past out of an experiment she tried with the Solver. Being basically God came with perks, and she was just using them, was all.

And now, she's here.

In her eyes? Worth it!

[djpachipikachu]

SONGS THAT U RELATE TO UR ITERATION . pls . blinking at u .

FOAMS AT THE MOUTH OH GOD SO MANY

definitely the biggest one for the tmnt themselves is “little soldiers” by the crane wives

its difficult to explain in detail Why but a lot of the tmnt’s story in uuau is the fact that their entire existence was doomed from the start , no matter how they used to hold hands when walking through crowded streets so they wouldnt lose each other, no matter how they understood they were the Only mutants around (plus their mom, splinter) so they had to stay together, In The End , one of them becomes their enemy, and they are almost destined to die together because love wasnt enough when they were younger

a song for the general energy of the story however would be “empire now” by hozier !

bc usagi comes from the Future, where the earth had survived a world-ending war, he goes back and fights in the very war that ended everything and created his home ! also the sun is a very important motif in the story , seen as both creator of the new world and destroyer of the old, lots of duality in its power 🫡🫡and this song jusy sounds like a rly epic amv tbh

anddd here are songs for some of the tmnt (plus usagi) that i think represent them very well

usagi:

usagi knows what happens eventually with the war but he keeps fighting the losing battle anyways bc of ? blind hope ? devotion ? having nothing else left to live for since his home wasnt smth he had anymore ? who knows

(i dont have a good singular song for leo whoops)

donnie:

after the 4 turtle brothers went down to 3 , donnie didnt cope well lol ,,, hes emotionally neglected like severely . youngest child moment🤪🤪

(i also dont have a good one for raph whomp whomp)

mikey:

dont mistake the amount of attention to mikey for favoritism i hate this guy and im not explaining his songs but if you do listen to them um . Hope his character becomes more understood

and “army dreamers” is also rly good for this iteration

trying not to spoil much about this iteration but also its kinda impossible to spoil anything bc there is So Much LMAO

[senditcolton]

at least we were electrified

Does something exist if it doesn’t have a label? 

first part | playlist | moodboard | word count: 7.5k

a/n: we back baby! ya girl caught the mood again so you all get a fic (tit for tat, y’know). i also hope this soothes any who are reeling from some of the wild free agency news we have received! 

warnings: feminine reader, teammate’s sister, forbidden and slightly toxic relationship. smut! a lot of smut; oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (protected though!). slight edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (*cough* seven), mean dom!Marty (and I mean mean), dirty talk, praise & degradation and yeah, i’m, um... i’m going to hell

Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

“Hey,” you shout into your brother’s apartment, alerting him and Emily of your arrival. They had invited you over for dinner, just to hang out as a family. He would deny it if asked, but you knew that Scotty loved that you found a job and permanent residence in New York City and were therefore able to get together more frequently.

You liked having your brother close by as well. However – and you would also deny it if asked - he wasn’t the only reason you liked being close to the island.

“Hey,” you hear Scott’s voice behind you as you’re leaning down and taking off your shoes. “We need to talk.”

“Damn, I don’t even get to sit down and have a drink, Scotty?”

“It’s important,” he says and his tone catches your attention. It wasn’t particularly distraught but it was… perplexed? Nervous? You weren’t exactly sure how to describe it and so you straighten yourself up, connecting your gaze with him.

“Okay. What is it?”

“Matt.”

That one-syllable name causes your heart to drop to your stomach.

Yes, the… thing with Matt had continued long after that night in the bar bathroom. It was your dirty little secret, one that you thought you kept close and safe. But now, here’s Scotty – confronting you.

How could he possibly know? There was no chance he knew.

These thoughts race through your head before you silence them, taking a calming breath. Scotty might not know anything about you and Matt. This might be about something else entirely.

“What about him?” you ask, forcing the nonchalance into your voice.

“He’s going to ask you out.”

“Wait, what?”

“Barzy. He’s gonna ask you to be his plus one for the charity gala on Friday,” Scotty explains and the sound of the nickname has your heartrate decreasing.

That Mat. With one T. Not your Matt.  

“Oh… okay,” you reply, shaking off the leftover nerves, your voice accepting and slightly dismissive. Mostly because this was better information than what you had expected to fall from your brother’s lips. But when you look back at Scotty, that perplexing look is still on his face.

“How do you feel about that?” you ask, your brain suddenly realizing how awkward this entire situation must be for him.

“I really don’t know.”

“Do you want me to say no?”

“No, I, um… no?” Scotty replies, his words stilted and unsure causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“So, you want me to say yes?”

“No! I-it’s just, I, um.”

You can’t stop the bemused smile that appears on your lips as you watch your older brother struggle. Yeah, it was kind of embarrassing for both of you but if there was one thing you didn’t turn down, it was the opportunity to make fun of Scotty.

Your eyes stay on him as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration before letting out a sigh and connecting his eyes with yours again.

“I don’t want to influence your decisions. You can do whatever you want to do.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Cool,” Scotty replies. A momentary silence stretches between the two of you before Scotty speaks again, throwing a thumbs up in your direction. “Glad we had this talk.”

You don’t bite back the cackle that falls from your lips as you walk towards him, throwing your arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“My God, Scotty. Is the thought of me dating your teammate that unbearable?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that question,” he mutters into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you momentarily before pulling away and spinning towards the kitchen. “Come on, I need alcohol to help bleach that conversation from my brain.”

“So, I guess sleeping with Barzy is out of the question?” you tease at him and the only response you get is a middle finger thrown your direction before he completely disappears around the corner.

Another chuckle rumbles through you at your brother’s dramatics but you can’t stop the small pang in your heart at his words. Yeah, you were both talking about Barzy so maybe there was something about him that had Scotty worried. But you highly doubt that his reaction to you continually fucking his older teammate would be any better.

You push those thoughts out of your mind for now, joining Scotty and Emily at their dinner table, getting lost in conversation. It isn’t until you are back in the comfort of your own bed do they resurface.

Matt Martin used to be a bad idea. Now he was a bad habit. One that you couldn’t seem to quit.

When you got your job in the city, the person you texted after your brother and  parents was Matt. He responded quickly, telling you that he was happy for you and not so subtly telling you that how excited he was to still have you within reach. And when you got the keys to your apartment and finished moving in, Matt was the first person you invited over and he helped you… christen the place.

Yeah, sleeping with him once was a bad idea. But now, you didn’t know what to call the connection that you and Matt shared. It seemed to fall into this weird liminal space of being more than a booty call but less than a friends with benefits situation.

Almost every time you and Matt met up, he made it seem like a date, always bringing you into the city and exploring some new corner store or hole-in-the-wall restaurant before returning to tangle in your sheets. And every single time he took you apart, he did so in the sweetest of ways. But you weren’t what you’d consider friends. Because whenever the two of you interacted around other friends and teammates, he always kept a respectable distance, both physically and emotionally. He treated you like he should: the little sister of his teammate.

Every night after a team get-together, Matt always apologized for being distant in his own way – which usually involved his head being buried between your thighs – and it was easy to fall back into the rhythm that slowly defined your relationship.

You loved it. There was no way you could refute that fact. Sneaking around with Matt made you feel daring. The thrill of having him without anyone knowing left you giddy. You loved what your brief bold moment in that New York bar all those months ago had become, loved what you became when you were with him.

However, that excitement didn’t come with a label included. You had no idea what you meant to Matt Martin. You didn’t even really have an idea of what he meant to you.

And when you open your door the next day to find Mat Barzal on your doorstep with a bouquet of white roses in his arms, and he asks you if you would ‘do him the honor of accompanying him’ to the New York Islanders charity gala, you accept.

Because you and Matt Martin weren’t together. Not really.

However, that didn’t mean that you didn’t stop vying for his attention.

So, perhaps you spent the next few days wandering around the upscale boutiques of New York City. Perhaps you found a dress that was elegant enough for a gala but also perhaps had a high slit and highlighted all the best parts of you.

And perhaps when the day of the gala came and Barzy showed up at your apartment door with another bouquet, this time of bright red carnations, his jaw dropped to the floor when he saw you standing there.

“Wow – you look… wow,” Mat says and you can’t help but laugh.

“Thank you, Mat.”

He hands you the flowers and you quickly run to place them on your kitchen counter before taking Barzy’s arm as he leads you to the car.

The ride to the event is quick, the time being filled with small talk and some terrible singing. You’ll admit it; you had fun with Mat. But he was just a friend to you. Nothing more.

It also didn’t help that when you and Mat walked into the gala, your eyes immediately found Marty, the sight of him in his all-black suit making you weak in the knees.

And when his eyes landed on you…

Yeah, Mat Barzal was just a friend. It was hard to compete.

But as you watch Marty’s eyes hone in on where your hand was wrapped around Mat’s bicep, you can tell – even from across the ballroom – how his demeanor shifts. His gaze darts back up to meet yours in question, you can’t resist teasing Marty again.

Because yes, Barzy would never be more than a friend to you. But Matt didn’t need to know that.

Instead of silently replying to the curiosity shot your way, you turn to focus on Barzy, letting him lead you around the ballroom. You let him bring you to the bar, let him order you a glass of champagne and let the bubbles unwind you.

You flirt, laughing at his terrible jokes and making sure to always be touching him in some way; your knee against his thigh, hand on his forearm. You were good at it – it was almost all the same tactics your used on Marty in the bar a few months ago, only back then it meant something to you.

This time it meant something too, but this time, the aim wasn’t on the person you were flirting with. It was the person on the other side of the ballroom. And it seemed like your plan was working.

Every time you decided to sneak a glance back over towards Marty, his eyes were always connected to the two of you. There was a danger in his gaze, a warning. Of what, you weren’t sure. This night could easily end in sparks or go down in flames. But it was a feeling you were familiar with, the tightrope of possibilities similar to that first night of your tryst.

You weren’t concerned that you wouldn’t get what you wanted at the end of tonight. After all, that pendulum fell in your favor the last time.

However, the one thing you weren’t expecting was to end up really enjoying being with Barzy. He was charming, affectionate, and refreshingly uncomplicated. Every action had a clear intention behind it; either to show you how he felt towards you or for him to learn more about you. As a person, not just someone to sleep with at the end of the night.

It especially threw you through a loop when Scotty and Emily stopped at your table and he was able to laugh off your big brother’s joking threats, promising that he would make sure to take care of you, even going so far as to say that Scotty would have the first punch if he broke your heart. Well, maybe the second after you took your shot.

Mat understood you and he seemed to genuinely care about you. And halfway through the night, you forgot about your ulterior motive and just started to relax, enjoying the moments you shared with him by your side.

Even when he gets up from the seat next to yours, a playful smirk on his lips as he extends one of his hands out to you.

“May I have this dance?”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say with a laugh. “I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Not one of the skills you picked up in your travels?” Mat teases and you playfully swat at his hand, faux-insulted by his chirp. The action doesn’t faze him as he leaves his palm upturned to you.

“Come on,” he tries again, his head nodding towards the dance floor. “I promise I won’t let you fall.”

The words soften your resolve and you allow your hand to slip into his and he leads you to the dance floor, spinning you under his arm before pulling you close. The hand not entwined with yours keeps a respectful place on your lower back as he sways you to the music.

“Have I told you that you look really beautiful tonight?” Mat asks, his hazel eyes gazing down at you. You return his words with a playful grin.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Well, you do.”

The pure sincerity in his simple declaration allows your heart to settle in your chest, a sense of calm washing over you as you look around the room, the piano music floating through the air. It is enchanting, romantic. It was perfect in every sense of the word.

“Can I kiss you?”

That singular question is all it takes to shatter the illusion. Because it’s when you look back up at Mat, seeing him gaze at you, patiently and oh so politely awaiting your answer, do you realize that something was missing.

You liked Mat. Maybe in a different life, you would have been something more with him. But he didn’t make you feel the way Marty did.

A thought which was swiftly proven true when a strong hand landed on Mat’s shoulder before you could speak.

“Do you think I could cut in?” Matt Martin asks and the instant your eyes connect to his broad frame, your heart starts beating faster than lightning.

“Of course,” Barzy says, stepping aside and allowing the space that he used to occupy to be taken up by Marty. “I’ll get us some drinks for whenever you come back to the table,” he tells you, to which you respond with a small nod before he steps away.

You don’t meet Matt’s gaze for a moment, already able to feel the intensity and the weight of it on you. Instead, you watch Barzy depart until he disappears in the crowd of people. It is only then do you take a deep breath, steeling yourself before you dare to look back at Matt.

And the presence of him steals all the breath from your lungs.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, smirking down at you, the rumble of his voice sending a rush of warmth through you. “Enjoying your night?”

It’s a loaded question, the answer to which could make or break whatever you wanted the outcome of this night to be. It was like a game of Russian Roulette, never knowing which shot would strike the fatal blow.

“It’s better now that you’re here,” you decide to reply with, going for flattery instead of teasing, not risking the real possibility of you already pushing him past his threshold. The smirk that Mat sends you is wicked, a stark contrast to the respectful positioning of his hands on your body.

“Oh really?” he asks, a singular eyebrow raising. “It seems like you were having plenty of fun with Barzy.”

Another rush of heat surges through you, this time in embarrassment from the statement that felt heavy with some sort of accusation that your brain couldn’t fully decipher.

“He’s into you, you know?” Matt continues, his head turning to locate the table where Barzy sat. “It’s obvious to everyone. You know it took him five days to pluck up the courage to ask Scotty for permission to ask you out? Five days.”

His blue eyes dart back down to you, that fucking smirk reappearing on his lips and you are unable to stop the shiver that runs through your body.

“He doesn’t know that you don’t need permission to do what you want. Right, sweetheart? Always love breaking the rules and pushing the limits, don’t you?”

It’s a rhetorical question as Matt doesn’t wait for an answer before continuing, his voice dropping lower and becoming hushed, always cognizant of the people around you.

“But I do know one place where you listen. Where you wait and say please and thank you for every single thing you’re given.”

The way he emphasizes each word almost makes your knees buckle. The crystal-clear memories of him above you, of you on your knees for him, flash through your mind. He reads your reaction like he always can and you feel the almost imperceptible way his fingers brush against your back, delicate but brimming with restraint.

“What do you say, sweetheart? Do you want to go back to Barzy who’s waiting for you at that table with champagne and sweet words?” Matt leans his head towards yours enough to whisper his next words, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear.

“Or do you want to take me home and show me what a good little slut you can be?”

If it wasn’t over for you before, you are done for as soon as the proposition registers. You can’t stop the way your hand tightens around his shoulder and when he leans back to look down at you once more, you know how you must look; eyes wide, pupils blown, lips slightly parted in want – no, need for the man standing in front of you.

You know what your answer is. It was a resounding yes; you wanted Matt to take you home. But you also knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

“How?” you ask, your voice lightly trembling. Matt doesn’t need clarification and you can see his mind working as he looks around the room.

“Go to the bathroom. Pretend to be sick; a headache, something you ate, whatever. I’ll go tell Mat what happened. He’ll come check on you, of course, and that’s when you tell him you need to get home. And when he inevitably offers you a ride, tell him that I already offered.”

You listen to his plan, nodding along to every step. A gasp falls from your lips as Marty spins you out of his hold and around, pulling you back in before swaying you gently. You let him lead you in the dance for a few more moments and your heartbeat doesn’t stop pounding when Matt lifts his hand up to cup your face, thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Darling… you’re looking a little pale,” he says, his words sounding oh so caring but the smirk that accompanies them is anything but. You lock your eyes with his and give a bare nod of your head before you are picking up your skirt and ‘rushing’ to the bathroom.

And moments later, when you find yourself sitting in Matt’s passenger seat, the sights of the city passing you by and the atmosphere between the two of you thick with tension and lust, you realize exactly what happened. 

There you were again, following Matt’s directions to a tee. Listening. Obeying.

It should’ve made you sick, should have made you nauseous that you would throw away the strength and independence you built up for a man.

But those thoughts disappear when Matt reaches over and places a hand on your upper thigh, lightly squeezing, the warmth of his palm seeping into your bare skin.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes still locked to the road as his hand creeps further up. It’s almost instinctive, the way you scoot down on your seat, thighs parting a little wider to give him more access. He doesn’t take the bait though, a deep chuckle rumbling from his lips.

“Patience, pretty girl. Maybe that’s what I need to teach you: patience.”

You think managing to survive the car ride to your apartment without him giving you an inkling of pleasure would be enough of a lesson in patience. But you bite back the retort and let him drive you down the city streets until he pulls into the garage.

You continue to match his restraint as the two of you walk into the building, doing nothing but accepting his arm as he leads you to the elevator, not even looking at him as the doors close, simply keeping your eyes forward to the buttons above, watching the numbers light up as you ascend.

It was torture. Pure and utter torture. But you knew that as soon as the two of you were behind closed doors, the pain of not touching him would be worth the pleasure he could pull from your body.

So, when the deadbolt locks into place behind you with a resounding click, your heart drops into your stomach with it, the anticipation hitting an all time high.

You stay standing in the middle of your living room, waiting, listening to fabric rustling as Matt takes off his suit jacket and tie. It only takes another moment before you feel his presence appear behind you, his hand caressing your shoulder. You lean back into his body as his hand creeps forward over your collarbones before coming to rest at the hollow of neck – an intoxicating necklace.

“Such a fucking gorgeous girl,” he mutters into your hair and his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close to him and there’s no stopping the gasp that falls at the feeling of him already half-hard against your back.

“Feel how hard you make me? My perfect little minx,” he continues, pressing his hips deeper into you, guiding you forward with nothing more than his body until you hit the wall, your head moving to the side in order to breathe as Matt pins you there.

“You should feel what you do to me,” you murmur, rolling your hips back against him in a gentle plea. Matt laughs again before his hand is falling, dipping into the slit of your skirt, his fingers achingly making their way up to your core. You mewl as his rough fingertips find the edge of your panties and the whines don’t stop as he delicately traces the pattern.

“These new?”

You don’t have time to answer an affirmative before he is spinning you, your back now against the wall as Matt drops to his knees in front of you, pulling the skirt up and to the side to expose your lace-covered core.

“Fuck,” he groans at the sight of the pale see-through fabric, his hand returning to dance across the edges. “You buy these for Mat? Plan on taking him home and fucking him like the pretty little slut you are?”

Another gasp is torn from your lips as he cups your pussy, the heel of his hand pressing up to give your clit the barest of friction. You thrust your hips forward, chasing the pleasure that Matt easily denies you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

“No,” you whisper out, looking down and locking your eyes with his in the dim light of your apartment. “They’re for you. Only you.”

“That’s right, baby. These are for me, no one else. All mine. Just like this pretty cunt is. Mine.”

He punctuates his words with another uptick of his hand, giving you just enough pressure to make your desire ratchet up another level.

“Matt…” you whine, hips moving again. “Please.”

“Like I said, patience darling.”

The frustrated huff is involuntary as it escapes your chest, your head thrown back against the wall. Matt’s only reply is a chuckle, his hand leaving your core momentarily before tugging at the waistband of your panties. He painstakingly pulls the lace down your legs and you manage to keep your balance as you step out of them, the cool air or your apartment a stark contrast to the heat between your thighs.

You watch as his thumb brushes across the fabric, another soft groan sounding from him as he feels the ruined material.

“So desperate for me,” he purrs, his attention snapping back to you. He doesn’t wait before leaning forward again, his lips now coming to brush against the front of your thighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your leg.

You gasp as his hand hooks behind one of your knees, lifting and throwing your leg over his shoulder, opening you up to him. One of your hands digs into his hair as his lips return to press against your inner thigh, slowly creeping towards your core. You give his locks a light tug to pull him towards the one spot you really wanted.

Surprisingly, Matt lets you guide him and with a single look back up at you from behind heavy lashes, he finally closes his mouth around your pussy. The moan you let out is painted with relief at finally feeling his lips against you, his tongue tracing your folds before darting up to your clit.

Your moans increase in pitch, resonating from the highest part of your throat as Matt continues to work you over, his lips and tongue never resting, driving you wild. You can feel your orgasm slowly creeping up on you and your fingers burrow deeper into Matt’s hair in a silent warning. He doesn’t relent, continuing his ministrations until you are right there, standing over the precipice.

Then he pulls away.

The way you tug his hair could be considered painful, an unfiltered reaction to the feeling of his mouth departing, a desperate attempt to keep him there. Frustration flows through you as he continues to pull back and you feel your orgasm slipping away.

“Matt,” you whine, his name choppy as disappointed sobs hiccup from your lungs.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks, unfazed, his lips coming to press against your inner thigh.

“I was about to cum,” you pout, looking down at him. Matt only grins at the sight of your adorable frown before removing your leg from his shoulder, placing it back on the floor. He lifts himself up onto his feet, towering over you once more and it shouldn’t turn you on as you watch him lick his lips, tasting the arousal that still lingered there.

“I know.”

“Matt, please. Stop teasing me.”

“Patience.”

You know you shouldn’t but you can’t stop your eyes from rolling as he repeats that fucking word, heaving another frustrated sigh. When you look back, you can see his eyes harden, a single eyebrow raised in challenge.

The silent dare is too delicious to pass up. And you were too fond of playing with fire to let the opportunity slip through your hands.

“Maybe I should’ve taken Barzy home instead,” you quip. If you thought Matt’s eyes were dark before, you weren’t ready for the way those blue irises changed from their bright skies to stormy seas. But it just fuels you to continue. “I know he wouldn’t torture me like this.”

“Oh, so I’m torturing you, am I?”

You reply with a smug nod, a small hum of affirmation falling from you which quickly morphs into a gasp when Matt’s hands dart out to grasp your hips, pulling you off the wall and into his embrace.

“I don’t think you want to find out how mean I can be,” he whispers, those words sending a thrill down your spine. You feel the corners of your open mouth pull up in excitement as Matt locks eyes with you. “Oh, you do, don’t you?”

Your nod this time is enthusiastic, causing Matt to chuckle and you love how you can feel the vibrations of his laugh thrum against your chest.

“Jump,” he commands and you listen, hopping up so he can catch you, your legs hooking around his waist and arms locking around his shoulders. Matt’s own arm wraps around your back, keeping you in place as he starts to carry you down the hallway, one hand reaching down to give your ass a squeeze, a giggle escaping you at the action.

It’s not long before you are in your bedroom, Matt kicking the door closed behind him before setting your feet down on the plush carpet. His hands don’t leave your back as he reaches up the expanse of your dress before finding the zipper and slowly pulls it down, the fabric loosening around your body.

You don’t tease him, instead letting the dress fall from your frame and pool at your ankles, your body now fully exposed to him. You gently step out of the fabric as Matt steps back, his eyes raking up and down your frame.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he curses, one of his hands running through his hair as he takes you in. “So fucking beautiful.”

The way he praises you is just as intoxicating as every other word that falls from his mouth and there is no stopping the heat that creeps up your neck. Matt moves towards you, his hands falling onto your hips as he walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the mattress.

He softly pushes you down, your body bouncing as it hits the plush sheets, another groan sounding from Matt at the sight of you gazing up at him, a shy yet mischievous smile on your face. It doesn’t take him long to drape his body over yours, his frame covering you as he finally kisses you for the first time that night.

You would never get sick of kissing Matt Martin. The way his lips moved, the way his tongue pressed against yours always left you wanting more, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair again, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, heavily making out before your hands start to wander across his shoulders and down his torso. Your fingers gather the soft cotton of his dress shirt and tug it out of his waistband. He moans into the kiss as your hands sneak beneath the fabric, the sensitive skin of your palms running over his tight abs, slightly pushing the shirt upwards, desperate to get it off him.

Matt understands your actions and breaks the kiss, pulling away from you as his hands make quick work of the buttons. His gaze stays locked on you as his fingers undo each small clasp and you gasp when one of his strong thighs slips between your legs, pressing against your still wet core, causing another flood of arousal to pool.

The shirt finally falls away and you take the moment to appreciate his broad upper body, your eyes tracing every muscle and scar that lines his torso. He smirks down at you, leaning over to quickly kiss you again before his lips start to wander across your jawline and begin to retreat down your body.

Matt doesn’t linger anywhere; doesn’t mark your collarbone or give attention to your breasts, skips right over your aching core. You think that perhaps this is him being mean but it doesn’t feel cruel when he presses kisses against your calves as he undoes the buckles of your heels.

And when his lips climb back up your legs and you let your thighs fall open, it feels more like heaven than anything else. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t tease before diving back in to your pussy, his tongue once again dipping into your folds and you moan, your hips bucking up to meet him. He lets you squirm, swiftly driving you to that edge once again, paying attention to every sound you give him to help you fall faster. Your moans increase, chest heaving as you start to reach that crest.

“Fuck, Matt, ‘m close,” you whimper out. Matt’s only response is for his tongue to dance upwards, flicking against your clit in that exquisite way. It only takes a few more movements of him against you before your orgasm hits, the waves of it crashing over you.

Matt continues his motions, prolonging your orgasm, making your breath catch in your throat. You half expect it, knowing that he loves to see you writhe underneath him. But when he doesn’t let up, a gasp of realization falls as you understand that he was not going to relent.

“Matt,” you whine as your core clenches around nothing, the aftershocks of your first orgasm still pulsing through you. Matt doesn’t reply to your whimper, only speeds up his ministrations, your head falling back against the sheets as the pleasure never has a chance to fade, only increasing as he continues to devour you.

His attention makes your second orgasm come swifter than the first, your muscles tightening as you feel it rush from your core, leaving every inch of your body thrumming. Matt starts to slow his movements and you let out a small sigh of relief.

However, that relief is quickly dashed when you glance down at him and see that goddamn devilish smirk on his face. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps grinning at you, studying your ever-changing expression as his hand sneaks up your thigh and you gasp as his fingers join his lips, the callused skin caressing your folds before plunging in.

You couldn’t stop the moan that falls even if you wanted to as your hips jolt; to meet his touch or pull away, you weren’t entirely certain. Matt throws his other strong arm across your lower stomach, pinning you in place as his fingers start to slowly thrust.

“Matt, please,” you whimper. “It’s too much.”

Your words finally pull his lips away from your core but his fingers remain, keeping their steady pace. You catch sight of his faux-confusion, a look you would smack off his face if you weren’t so wrecked already.

“Thought this is want you wanted, sweetheart,” he says, that condescending tone once again turning you on in ways you didn’t know it could. “Too damn needy to be patient,” he continues, his voice shifting from light and teasing to something darker. “So now, you’re going to get everything you want. And you’re going to take it like a good girl.”

His sentence is punctuated by his fingers curling up, grazing your sweet spot and that one brush combined with your already sensitive pussy causes another orgasm to crash into you, your head falling back as your hands dig into the fluffy sheets.

“Atta girl,” Matt whispers, his breath hot against your core as he watches your body tremble underneath him, your cunt clenching around his fingers. True to his word, he doesn’t stop his motions and continues to thrust and when the third orgasm barely subsides, his mouth reattaches to your clit.

One of your hands fly to his hair again, the overstimulation driving you wild, your chest heaving as you try to breathe. You know that if you want to stop, all you had to do was say the safe-word that he gave you when you first started sleeping together, when you first learned about the many ways Matt liked to take you apart.

But you didn’t want to. Because as excruciating as it was, the pleasure was overwhelming every other feeling.

And when he slips another finger into your aching pussy, you swear you can see stars. He continues to curl them, targeting your sweet spot with every thrust, his lips and tongue overworking your clit. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, too lost in the intensity of another orgasm hurtling towards you. Your hips attempt to roll but Matt keeps you pinned in place, his eyes occasionally darting up to you.

You can’t speak, you can’t think, you can barely breathe. All you could do was lie back and feel your orgasm creep closer and closer.

All it takes is one more movement of Matt’s tongue and fingers before your orgasm slams into you, your back arching off the bed. You can feel Matt groan as your cum gushes from you, coating his fingers and chin.

“Fuck, that’s it sweetheart. Fucking squirt for me like a good little slut,” he moans against you and his words alone have another orgasm building, a few tears escaping the corners of your eyes.

“Matt, too much,” you stutter out. “Too sensitive.”

“You can give me one more.”

You shake your head against the sheets, more tears falling as the next orgasm continues its approach.

“Come on, sweetheart. Wouldn’t give it to you if you couldn’t take it.”

If his degradation turned you on, his praise fueled you forward. You try to relax and let the orgasm come gently but your body is wound too tight and you had been dancing on that edge for far too long. You swear you almost black out when you hit your peak again, your entire body trembling underneath him, the pleasure fogging your brain. It’s only Matt’s voice that keeps your tethered to reality.

“There you go, just like that. Did so good, so good for me.”

He finally, finally, pulls away from you, withdrawing his mouth and fingers from you and you whine at the loss. He silences your moans by pulling you into another kiss. You sigh against his lips, the taste of your own arousal still thick on his tongue.

You continue to kiss, Matt’s hand brushing the sweat-drenched strands of your hair away from your forehead as you catch your breath. After a little while, he pushes back, lifting himself off the bed to loom over you, taking in the ruined state of your body; your cum-coated thighs, your pussy raw and sensitive.

“Look at you,” he muses. “Made such a mess for me.”

You hang on his every word, watching with baited breath as his hand falls to his belt, your eyes darting down to the obvious tent in his dress pants, half surprised at the restraint he managed to show. Maybe you did need Matt to teach you something about patience.

The sound of him undoing the buckle and the snap of the leather as he pulls it away from his body somehow sends another rush of heat down to your already spent core as you clench in anticipation. And when he kicks off the rest of his clothes and you see his cock slap against his stomach, your thighs fall open.

“Please, Matt. More.”

“More?” he asks, that patronizing confusion re-appearing in his voice. “You want more? I thought it was too much for you?”

The way he was able flip and switch the script has your mind reeling in the best way and it only kicks into overdrive when he reaches down and strokes himself, his pre-cum coating his length.

“I want your cock,” you whine, rolling your hips towards him again.

“Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you? My favorite little slut,” he moans, still stroking his length and the sight alone makes your mouth water. If it were any other night, you would want to taste him on your tongue but you were too tired to want anything except the feeling of him deep inside you.

“Well go on,” he continues, his voice snapping you from your daydream. “Beg for it like the needy whore you are.”

The torture of him standing above you, looking like a goddamn Adonis and now denying you was enough to make you snap, no hesitation coming from you as your words cascade from your lips.

“Please, Matt, please. I need it. Need to feel you inside me. I want it, please, please.” Absolute desire paints every word and you are not surprised when you feel a few more tears fall from your eyes. 

This is what Matt Martin did to you and you had no idea you could love it this much. The only thing that made it better is you knew that Matt loved it too, maybe even more than you did.

He steps away for a moment and your heart jolts, thinking he is going to be evil and leave your there. But instead, you watch as he walks over to your dresser, fishing out a condom and rolling it over his cock. He returns to his position over you, his hand reaching down to cup your face, thumb brushing your delicate skin, collecting the teardrops that lingered on your lower lashes.

“Look at these pretty tears,” he mutters, his thumb moving down to your lips and you immediately suck his finger into your mouth, tasting the tang of the salt on his skin. Matt moans as you suckle his thumb for a moment before releasing it with a wet pop.

“Please,” you whisper again. You feel the mattress sigh under Matt’s weight and you let out a sigh with it as he settles between your thighs. A hiss falls from your lips when Matt brushes the head of his dick through your folds once, the sensitivity almost agonizing. But he doesn’t torture you any more, choosing instead to slip into you with ease.

The two of you let out identical moans at the feeling; Matt hard and deep inside you – you warm and wet around him. He thrusts slowly, letting you get used to the feeling of him and your eyes roll back in your skull at the way he glides against your walls. It isn’t long until one of Matt’s hands finds your hip, pulling you into him as his pace quickens, leaving you breathless as you hang on to every word of praise falling from his lips.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart, you look so pretty like this. Pussy’s fucking made for me.”

You clench around him, hands scrambling against the sheets as you feel your high begin to build with every thrust of his hips. Matt knows it, feels your cunt fluttering around him and he shifts, deepening the angle of his cock, causing the head of it to hit your sweet spot.

You cum with a moan of his name, another orgasm washing over you, your body hot and lax as you clench around Matt, causing his hips to stutter at the feeling of your walls pulsing. His pace slows but doesn’t stop and you let out another sob, your face twisting as the sensitivity starts to border on painful.

“I know baby,” Matt whispers, his head dipping down, burying himself in the nape of your neck, pressing delicate kisses into your skin. “Just one more. Give me one more.”

You couldn’t fight him even if you wanted to. Instead, you just focus on the pleasure rushing through you; the feeling of him dragging against your walls, his lips sucking a hickey into your neck, marking you. Your final orgasm hits you unexpectedly and your hands jump up to Matt’s back, your nails digging into his skin, the sting of them pulling a moan from him.

“There she is, there’s my good girl,” he groans, looking down at you, drinking in every expression, every delicious sound he pulls from your lips. It doesn’t take him long to cum, his final thrust hitting you deeper than you thought possible, a gasp falling from your lips as he bites into your shoulder, muffling his moan. In a final burst of adrenaline, your legs hook around his hips, holding him in place, feeling him throb deep within you. A small voice wishes that you could feel his cum spilling inside you but you banish the thought when Matt pulls away.

A grimaced sigh falls from your chest as he removes himself from you entirely. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as he wanders over to the small trash bin next to your desk, discarding the condom before making his way back to you.

“Come on darling,” he says holding his hand out to you.

“No, too tired,” you mumble, pressing your cheek against your pillow.

“Sorry sweetheart, but we need to get you cleaned up. And these sheets also need to be cleaned because someone made a mess of them.”

The teasing lilt in his voice is enough for you to glare up as him, some energy returning to you.

“And whose fault is that?” you quip, your heart warming as you hear Matt laugh. He reaches down, grabbing your hand and helps pull you up into a sitting position.

“Now, lets get you into the shower while I change the bed sheets.”

“You really think I can stand after that?”

“A bath, then,” Matt chirps back, his eyes playfully rolling, causing a giggle to fall from you.

You let Matt scoop you up and carry you into the bathroom, placing you down into the cool porcelain and starting the water. He lets it warm up before plugging the drain and letting it fill, his hands running over your skin gently. When the water reaches your ribcage, he turns it off, leaving you to soak, letting the warmth relax your sore muscles while he grabs your spare sheets from the linen closet and goes to change the bed.

He comes back and helps you wash off, bringing you back to bed and tucking you under the covers before disappears to take a quick shower of his own.

When he returns and burrows next to you, his strong arm thrown over your waist, body pressed against yours and the smell of your body wash lingering on his skin, a sudden realization hits you, slamming your against your heart.

You never wanted him to leave. You wanted Matt Martin to be yours, in every sense of the word. You wanted it more than you ever wanted anything else.

And that you were fucked. Because that is not what this was.

You don’t know if it ever could be.

a/n deux: yes, i’m hitting you with a little angst because i am setting this up for a part three. so... i hope you enjoyed but i’ll also apologize in advance for what this will become.

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Idol

Summary: You were your little brother’s Dustin idol from the day he opened his eyes, that was until Steve “the hair” Harrington came along. God how you hate Steve.  But does he hate you?

Trope: Steve x Henderson!reader; enemies to lover 

Warning: Cussing, Dustin being a jerk but makes up for it, talks of the events of season 2 and 3, upside down, bad writing  

Word count: 1.8k  

Ever since your little brother Dustin was born, he has been attached to your hip. He looked up to you, he wanted to be just like you. You’re the one you got him in to DnD, his character was the same as yours but male version. He was always in your room reading your books, listening to your music, he always wanted to hear the gossip of what was happening in high school. You love it, it was nice to have someone who wants to be like you. You were riding on this high that came crashing down too soon for your liking. The cause of the crash was Steve Harrington. Your brother bonded with Steve, while you were trying to help Jonathan, Joyce and Nancy get the mind flayer out of Will, Steve had the kids. Next thing you knew Steve was Dustin new idol.  

 After the gate was closed the kids had a nice night at the Snowball. Dustin came out of the bathroom with his hair all did up. “Woah what is going on the mane-ow" “Don’t touch it” “Whatever you say little brother...Mom is going to snap some pictures then we will hop in my car” “Oh um I don’t need a ride” “I am not going to let you bike there you will mess up your suit” “No Steve is taking me” your blood boil at the name Steve “Why is he taking you” “He is going to help me with the ladies” “Ladies?” “Yeah, he helped me with my hair” is this what heartbreak felt like your brother is choosing Steve Harrington over you “Well your hair looks s-” knock knock what broke your heart even more is seeing his face light up “Steve’s here” he beamed. He ran to the door and opened it “Steve my man” “Hey buddy you ready” “Yep oh let me grabbed my jacket” Steve looked at you “Hey y/n” “Hi” you said annoyingly “You look pretty” you looked down and your outfit “I am just wearing a pair of sweats and a shirt” “Still pretty so you doing anything tonight” he is really trying to flirt “No I am not” “Well maybe we can-” “Got my jacket let’s go” Dustin interrupted “Yeah ok so y/n maybe-” “STEVE” Dustin shout from the door way “If you are going to ask me to hangout or whatever the answer is no” “Oh” he looked like a kicked puppy “So you should get going” “Yep I should” “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out” Did he really think you were that dumb he just wanted another tally mark as much as you like Steve you knew his game and you weren’t about to fall into his trap. You saw all the girls he hangs out with, there is a new one every week you knew you would never be one plus he didn’t even know your name or the fact that you existed until this year. You hated him right yeah you did hate is stronger the love like hate is stronger than like.  

Summer 1984

You finally graduated, now you had a job at Star-court mall you were the first batch of people that got hired. “Just a head ups y/n today we have a newbie, and you are training them” your boss said “Roger that” you wiped down the counters then you heard that voice “Hey I am new here where do I go” Steve. You look up just to make sure and up there is was Steve “Y/n hey I didn’t know you worked here” he did that’s way he applied in the first place “Ok come on back and we will get started on your training” when he came into the back he couldn't help up but stare you surprisingly the uniform made your body look good the shorts squeezed your hips like a waist trainer. Over the weeks of working with him you couldn’t help but laugh that amount of times he got reject but a smile on your face he deserves it you thought. One Saturday you were extra happy because Dustin was coming home from camp, you missed him and wanted to hear all about it. As you were it that back you hear Robin say “Is who hear” then Steve “Henderson” he was here you ran out to see him only to see them doing complicated handshake then Steve took Dustin to a booth to talk he didn’t even know you were there. After that, your and your brother's relationship changes for the worse. 

You thought after protecting Dustin from Russian, for Christ sake you got beaten up and truth serum inject into you not to mention with Steve being tied to you. But nope when you found a way-out Dustin ran too Steve make sure he was ok. You tried reasoning with it because maybe Dustin just needs a male figure in his life, yea we are just going to say that, so you just let it go. 

March 21, 1985 

You got a call at home “Henderson residence” “Hey y/n it’s me Dustin” “Is everything ok” “Yes um are you able to feel in for Lucas tonight at hellfire” he wants you to play with him he wants to hang out with you “Yes yes sounds great” “Awesome you were my last resort Steve couldn’t do it and-” ah last resort “Um Dusty I got to go be good” “Ok” “Bye-” the line was died. Last resort those words replayed in your mind last resort. But hey you thought maybe this is a chance to redeem yourself and be his Idol again. You made his favorite cookies and got your dice ready. Dustin met you outside “Ready” you nodded you walked into the Hellfire room, with Dustin and Mike at your side. “Well Well Well if it isn’t lady y/n haven’t seen your since graduation” said Eddie “Wait you know my sister” “Yep we go way back” he winked “Shall we get start” “What no initiation no tests no anything” Dustin complained “Nope lady y/n is a legend in these parts she singled handedly beat my campaigns with nothing but a stone and a dream” he cheered Dustin stare at you in awe your moving on up. The game ended with you bringing them to victory. You all walked down the hall screaming and shouting with a pair of eyes watching you those eyes watched has Eddie threw an arm over you and gave you praise.  

“Lady y/n I see you are still the best around” “Your eyes are correct Eddie the banished” you both laughed those same eyes turn dark why is he making you laugh why don’t you laugh with me “I really missed you y/n Dustin is pretty cool but he ain’t lady y/n cool” “Oh please your making me blush” now he is making you blush “Hey thank you though for taking in my brother and his friends” where is my thanks “ No need to thank just some more sheep's to add to my flock” “Sheeps don't have flocks” you teased “Oh shut it smarty pants” he grabbed you and spun you around I have seen enough those eyes thought “Steve!!” Dustin says those eyes met yours “Do you need a ride Dustin” “I- ““Why would he need a ride I'm right here” “Well you seemed pretty occupied” he said nodding toward Eddie. “What does that even mean” “So Dustin do you want a ride or not” Dustin glance at you then back at Steve “Y/n you wouldn’t mind right”  

Your drive home was quiet, he chose Steve again. You drove around for about an hour hoping that you would avoid both. When you pulled into your driveway a figure lingered near your door. You have to get home and shower just ignore it and walk in you took a deep breath, opened your car door and speed walked to your door “Y/n can we talk” silence “Please” he blocked the door with his body “Listen to me” “Please” said Steve “No” “No?” “No you don’t deserved to know how I feel” you spat “Just tell me why” “Why what” “Why not me” you looked at him confused “huh” “you don’t look at me the way you look at Eddie or another guy I tried and been trying so hard to get you attention for you to look at me without hate in your eyes” “That’s because I used too” you mumbled “What” you couldn’t hold it in anymore “ I used too” you yelled “Back in high school my focus was on you but you didn't even know my name till Junior year then of course what Steve Harrington wants he gets and you got my brother wrapped up in your spell another person falling for you you’re his number one his Idol I was in your place before you came around that was the one thing that was keeping me from leaving , I was just waiting for you to drop him like you did every other girl but nope somehow your bond got stronger HE CALLED YOU FIRST TO FILL IN FOR LUCAS I'M THE ONE WHO TAUGHT HIM THAT GAME AND I WAS HE LAST CHOICE  and you want to know what is worst I can't even hate you because I love you so much that it hurts” you took a breath a wipe tears that you didn’t know fell “I didn't know you felt this way” “Yeah no one did” “I know I can't change the past but let me help our future please I want to be with you, you are so brave and smart beautiful please just give me one chance” “I need time please” “Take so the time you need” he said and kissed your cheek 

You open the door was was met with a teary eyed Dustin “I'm sorry” he quivered “I didn’t realize I was pushing you away I-I-I- it was nice you have an older guy around teaching me things” “I kinda thought that” and brought him into a hug “Please forgive me” “I forgive you” “Please don’t tell Eddie your like his favorite and he will forbid me from ever playing again” “Ok I won’t” you laughed and you sat on the couch with him still in your arms “Last thing” “What's that” “Give him a chance he really likes you he has been talking about you for a long time he tried to be sneaky but it’s Steve so  and I don't want to be the reason why he doesn’t find love”

You and Dustin fell asleep on the couch with him resting in your shoulder. You slowly got up to not disturb him and laugh when his head fell on the couch. You made your way to the phone and dialed certain number. “Harrington house Steve here” 

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—Reality meet fiction… / Marvel x Fairytale AU Fic ✨🍎💜⚔️

Platonic Pairing: Liane Felton & Amelia Snow

Summary: What happens when a fan gets hit with knowledge of another universe where her dreams existed…

Setting: Avengers Tower

Note: Who’s to blame for this little accident? Was it Cole or Cassie? 🤔

Characters mentioned: The Young Avengers, King Alexander, Alex Summers and etc

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It was a early Tuesday night.

Some people were eating going out for dinner.

Others were lucky enough to have plans with friends.

Today Liane was just glad she could stay home at The Tower, watch Netflix and eat some popcorn.

Rochelle and Michelle were out on a double date with Luna and Rick. Cole was hanging out with Mia. Rei decided to go see a certain guy he had his eye on for a while, and Ethan was still out at the mall with his sister. He promised he would get his girlfriend a pretty necklace as a gift and needed his sister’s advice.

Thank heavens The Mall was opened 24 hours.

So Liane had the place all to herself, for the most part. Some of the gang members were still at the tower, either in their rooms, in the kitchen or outside on the balcony.

In result, Liane looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming in to use the TV, and grinned. She pressed play on Netflix’s Once Upon A Time. It was a little guilty pleasure of hers, she wasn’t ever ashamed to reference the series with friends and family, but she would never tell anyone in particular at a party about the shows she watches.

Yes, the show was good but it wasn’t ashamed to be a little silly and intriguing with its characters or plot-lines. Plus she adored the ships very much!She was in the middle of episode 3 of season 4. Aka The Frozen season, when she heard it.

A little crash and stumbling action in the hallway.

She assumed it was probably Melissa being clumsy or maybe Petra who accidentally trying those two high heels.

She shrugged not assuming much.

After a couple of minutes, she paused Netflix after finishing the episode, switched to checking any notifications from her social media feed. She hoped that Rick did not post any embarrassing photos from last Friday’s party.

“Liane?”

She looked up hearing her name, seeing the short brunette with long brown locks, a blushing reddish lip, and wearing a dusty rosey pink jacket and pants. Hell, she saw the girl wearing flats too. It wasn’t uncommon for Mia to wear something colorful, but she wasn’t seen in pink very often unless she brought a certain shade of pink with jeans to match. But she was more of a casual red wearer.

Honestly if Liane had to be honest, she looked pretty good. Maybe she had a date or some unexpected event coming up tonight? Oh my god was she supposed to be getting ready for a party?! Oh my—

“Liane?” She repeated.

The blonde looked up, “Huh? Yeah, what? Oh hey Mia!”

“Hi? Um what happened?”

“What do you mean? Oh god don’t tell me I forgot about a party! Don’t worry give me 5 minutes to change and get my purple heels ready!”

“Wha..no? We’re not scheduled to go to Grandpa’s Diner with Roch or the girls until Thursday I think.”

“Grandpa’s Diner? Is that a new fast food restaurant that I remember signing us up for?”

“No? That’s the dinner Bruce owns?”

“Bruce?! As in our Bruce? Rick’s dad Bruce Banner!”

“Uh yes, why do you sound so surprised?”

Mia looked around seeing the view, of the area she was in. She was only ever once in front of Liane’s house, everyone usually goes to her home or somewhere where to hang out. She looked at the photos on the walls and such, not recognizing much, noticing how Liane was acting so surprised. She wondered if she was under a memory spell or something.

Maybe she was drinking?

Then she saw something that seemed more than odd to her.

A photograph selfie of the gang wearing clothes she doesn’t seem to remember seeing them in. She looked out the window noticing the view of town but instead she saw the clear view of the city—New York City?! They don’t live in a city!

“Where am I? Where was i accidentally sent to?” Amelia asked.

Liane raised an eyebrow, “Mia you’re home in New York City. In the living room, aren’t you supposed to be out or something?”

“No, I was in Cassie’s shop as she was using something of Cole’s to update her transformation spells. Using wands, magical items and other things.”

“Wands? Cassie’s shop? Mia have you been drinking? Girl, I told you not to drink too much lately.”

“No I was not drinking! I was eating some fries and drinking a soda.”

“Okay, Mia, I think you’ve been not quite ready to go take a nap yet..”

“No, no naps. I slept well and it’s not like I am taking a forced nap again…remember what happened last time..”

“What happened last time?”

Mia groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, “A year ago, you were in the fire room after falling under a sleeping curse, it was our only way to communicate while you were in the forest..that wasn’t pretty. You didn’t sleep well..neither did I after a while.”

“Sleeping curse..? Fire room post-sleeping curse..?” Liane said, looking at her tv screen and back at her friend, not wanting to get excited or worried about anything just yet.

“Yeah..it was wild. But we’re fine now because they’re all together again, especially you and Ethan! It took everybody a while, weird times…weird times..”

“Me and Ethan? Sleeping curse..? Forest?…oh my gosh! No freaking way! Wait, no it can’t be right? I mean we have seen crazy stuff in our lives..and the alternative universe thing exists..but that’s wildly different..o holy cow! M-Mia, where do you think you are right now?”

Mia raised an eyebrow and pointed at the room, “Not in your house that’s for sure. I am clearly in New York City and you’re not remotely acting like yourself..like I asked before, Liane where am I?”

“You’re in New York City, in Avengers Tower. I know it’s weird but you will be fine.” Liane said, trying to hold back a squeal but failed, “This is so cool! I mean not cool for you, wait wait um..are you from Storybrooke or something?”

“By that question, you’re not my Liane, huh? Okay weird but I can handle it. And no, I am from Fighter Town. Knowing that this is a spell, sometimes will use magic and pop me back to my original home..”

“Original home? Oh my god! You said that I’m not your Liane? Wait what do you mean? And how are not weird about this?”

“Since my whole life was turn upside down years ago, and I’ve been to a few places unexpectedly before. But it’s wild, The Avengers exist here…hehe my nephew is gonna flip knowing that.”

“Nephew? Okay, better that i don’t know. What about me?”

That’s when Mia actually smiled and chuckled, “Now you sound like my Liane. My Liane is smart, a little slow at times, clever about her surroundings and quick to following along or firing up her skills. And she’s always asking questions about things.”

“Huh? Kinda weird but sounds like me.” She repiled lightly chuckling, curious about this particular thing.

“And she gets herself into trouble a lot.”

“Now that definitely sounds like me! Woah, even in another land I am getting myself into trouble..”

“Haha but we forgive you for it. Not everyone in the world forgives you or gives you a chance to prove yourself, but they eventually warm up to you.“

“Aww! That sound sweet, okay I’mma cut to the chance cause I think I know what universe your from..”

Amelia sat down on the couch curious about this hearing Liane point out her outfit, hair, what she heard about her talking about the land and how she might have a good guess onto who she is. Liane even talked about her universe too.

“Fairytales? Like the Disney movies?” Mia asked, grinning.

“Well yeah, I mean, I could be wrong—wait you know about the Disney stuff?” Liane asked, curious about that part.

“I mean yeah, our kids are pretty smart and well educated on things, hell we have them package at the store in our town…wait a minute, in my world you guys are just comic books and movies…I’m movies and children stories..”

“What story are you from?”

“Guess!”

Liane was silent, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one came in and looked back at Mia. She looked over her clothing closely, trying to remember her knowledge of her favorite series, what she heard Mia said eariler and what types of fairytales could she be referring to.

“Umm, sleeping beauty?” Liane said taking a wild guess.

She shook her head, “No, but I do know her and so do you, in our land. Try again.”

“You said sleeping curse? Am I sleeping beauty?…wait unless somebody else got hit with a curse too?”

“No..but you did have a hand in creating sleeping beauty.”

“I—what?! Wait wait wait what princess has had a sleeping problem?”

“Hint, lips as red as blood and skin soft as..”

“Snow! Your Snow White!”

“Well it’s Amara Snow..but people like to add the white part.”

“Damn who cursed you?”

“My brother in law.”

“Brother in law?!”

Liane took a moment to reflect on her words and glanced down at Amelia’s hands by accident, as her eyes caught onto a darling ring, as she gasped. She looked at her friend from the other side and squealed.

“Snow White married Prince Charming! Oh my god that’s so cute! Who’s your prince? Wait wait I know…Nikolai! Aww he saved you. Wait how?” Liane said, rambling trying to comprehend this new information.

Amelia chuckled, “It’s a long story but Nikolai is the brother of a king, so he’s the prince of light. And we both saved each other..well it was months after our first meeting.”

“Aw he hung you by a tree after you stole his jewelry?”

“How did you—? Never mind. Well no, it’s the opposite actually. He stole from me and I hung him by the tree.”

“Oooh a plot twist! How about me? Who am I? You said me and Ethan are a thing, or at least I assume we are.”

Amelia laughed feeling better about her surroundings at the moment, felt nice not to be chanced by an ice monster or a giant for a while, and no evil people in her presence at the time being.

“Well you’re Maleficent, but you’re actually a really good person! Your a fairy in my land who’s more or less human, you had stuff happened to you and whatnot.” Amelia started to explain, “You were upset and made a deal with King Alexander to help you curse a princess due to her father’s crimes against your forest.”

Liane connected the dots and nodded, “But the sleeping curse didn’t stop true loves kiss from breaking it. I see, I know the whole tale, and it’s smart plot point. What happened next?”

“The bad King Alexander saw how your spell didn’t work out like it was intended to and that deal was flipped on its head, as you were made to live out your days as a purple dragon, guarding a crystal item he stole from Cole years before.”

“Oh geez…how was I so foolish? I mean I get it was upset and heartbroken about something, so I wasn’t thinking straight but still!”

“Hey, you were hurt and people tend to do things differently when they’re not in the right mindset. But you were saved, twice in one month.”

“Really? How? Tell me, I like where this is going.”

“Well Nik—Nikolai was on a quest to look for an special item that belonged to Cole, so he searched until he entered the castle and fought his brother, King Alexander, there he found you as a dragon…and instead of slaying the dragon, he decided to help from the kindest in his heart. Once he unchained you, you turned back into human.”

“Liane grinned, “Awww! I was saved by my future friend! Let me guess we escaped and I got to live in a castle with you guys?”

“Not yet, Lia.” Mia chuckled, “Haha, um, if my memory serves me right, after your escape, the two of you parted ways. Nikolai went to return the item to Cole and return a little jew to help finish his quest. You decide to head home and live your days in your old castle, you were sad..but then a certain Prince or Knight from Wonderland arrived..”

“A knight from Wonderland..? But that doesn’t add up?…ohhh I get it now! I think?”

“The knight was Ethan, he was originally on a journey to find a dragon that lived there and bring it back to his homeland..but when he arrived at the castle he saw his childhood best friend there instead, as you two looked at each other, sparks flew once again..”

“And we lived happily ever after! Hehe he saved me!”

Liane just sat there squealing and gushing over how she imagined that tale to go, mentioned how she hoped they lived together in a beautiful house with a lovely view of the mountains and flowers too, and how she pictured them riding horses then visiting wonderland.

Amelia just sat there giggling and smiling at her reaction, she was willing to tell the blonde more but she rather wait for another time.

Then the brunette took her moment to ask about life here in Liane’s world. She read some Marvel comic books and binged watching the stuff she found on Netflix, with her friends and family. Hell, her red headed nephew adored them. Liane then explained things here and there, how The Avengers saved the day, how their lives are, who’s dating who, the missions they been on and etc.

It was all very interesting to the young brunette as she asked questions about things she wondered.

Soon enough they were both chatting with one another on the couch, not realizing the time went by.

Liane went to use the restroom and once she returned Mia was nowhere to be found. She looked around the living room, glanced at the hallway and kitchen, even called out for her brunette friend.

She sighed and huffed, noticing when she returned to living room, there were sparkling specks of green dust in the air, it was almost magic. One dust of the shimmering dust was left on the couch where Amelia last sat. Her eyes fell onto a small note that was left on the coffee table.

She picked it up.

‘Thank you for the wonderful gift of spending time with a friend. Sorry I had to go I was fading into green sparks, realizing it was Cole and Cassie’s magic bringing me back home. But don’t worry, you’ll see a verison of that tale i told you in your dreams tonight.’ ~ A.S. ♥️

Liane smiled finishing off the small reading, gushing to tell her friends about what happened as squealed hoping to dream about fairytales once again…

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Ahhh! I couldn’t resist not doing this short story!

Please let me know what you guys think! 💭

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Kengan Omega Thoughts

I finally caught up with Kengan Omega now and I... Um, What?

*Spoilers for the lastest chapter!*

I know I shouldn't be rooting for him because he's supposed to be a villain but for all things under the fucking sun he's hot. Look at him, he's pretty for being over like a hundred years old or some thing like that. Fucking aging like mf wine, jesus christ.

Mukaku dying is good because while he did care to some extent, he was overall terrible person. It's funny how he could've done something if he actually never gave up when dark Niko defected to the worm if he still trained our Niko and try to stop the worm. But his flaw of giving up when he knew he lost probably got him to where he was. Plus his motives to kill and get rid of the worm wasn't for virtue or the greater good, it was to get revenge on the connector for murdering his clan which resulted in him having people die because he instigated them.

It sort of falls under the theme of conviction, tenacity, and motive that Kengan has. People with strong convictions and wholeheartedly believing in their motives to fight gives them power and strength in matches and training.

Just something I noticed when reading the "save Ryuki from the inside" arc in the manga. (which I left of from)

If this chapter came out early 2022 or 3 years ago, I would be frothing at the mouth right now seeing Joji and Waka interact. I'm happy that it's canon that the two of them actually know each other. Dude, even Waka knows Joji is a troublemaker, lol. Though I'm out of my Joji and Wakatsuki phase, I still love them dearly. Especially Joji, the man is funny, empty-headed, nonchalant. I personally want to thank Sandrovich for including Joji more in Omega and making him as comic relief. He so himbo-coded, I love it.

Ugh, I love them so much! They have come a long way since the beginning of Omega. I'm so happy for them. Ohma, Ryuki, and Koga, nice development and growth.

I'm sorry, but this fucking panel had me cackling. I know it's meant to be serious and all but it reminds me all too much of this picture below:

Dude, you know it's serious when four of the most powerful people are in an absolute state of shock. The Worm and the Death Dealers don't play around. But I kinda wish they didn't make Shen be this over powered because we don't know who's gonna beat him. I mean, they already stated that Lolong, Agito, nor Raian could defeat him. Hell, we don't know what happened to Ohma since he witness that even the fangs of Metsudo are no match for him. I mean, it'll probably go down to more of Koga fighting him if anything but he'll get his butt handed to him. I wouldn't be surprised if Ryuki fights Shen because it's hinted that there are more then one connector since Mukaku put two and two after realizing that Ohma looked more like Ryuki then with Shen. I think it would be fun to hear that Ohma is a clone of Ryuki and Ryuki is a connector but was sealed away in one of those tube thingys in like the movies. That could explain why he doesn't remember much of his past besides training with Mukaku unlike Ohma who was remembers being a child in the inside.

So we know that Ohma is definitely a clone. Unsure if he's a clone of Ryuki and unsure if Ryuki is a connector himself. I guess we'll wait and see because it seems like the Omega is getting close to the end, like 75% done.

Nogi really is playing with fire and a hydrogen bomb. I understand and like his spirit. But Idemitsu makes a good point about all of this. I also liked how his reaction of shock is different from Yamashita, Nogi, and Katahara. Obviously it's shock but more of like "What the fuck? What the hell just happened?" versus the three's reaction being "Oh my fucking God, how did this fucking happened? What are we up against?" Idemitsu was aware of the worm and of its existence but only recently interacted with them. Whereas Nogi and Yamashita know what they are up against and how dangerous they are to the entire world. Katahara, on top of the two, has even experienced the Worm and even seen their atrocities as he had came across a Gu ritual where he ended up meeting Agito as he was the only survivor.

I just wanna see how this all goes down and what will happen to Ohma and Ryuki.