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Under My Spell

Kiss of Life Belle x Male Reader

5K Words

Content Warning: smut, hypnosis, use of handcuffs, praise, a little bit of degrading

Minors DNI

A/N: I got the request to do this almost a month ago but back then I was really busy and I had other requests to get to first. Now that my writers block is partially gone, I'm ready to write and work on everything else I've been requested. This was supposed to come out two days ago but I ended up getting sick and I couldn't finish it lmao.

This is my first time writing something like this, I know I probably got some aspects of it wrong so just vibe yeah? Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

The request: "would you be open to writing a smut about hypnosis? like where the reader and idol decide to try out hypnosis?"

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Maybe hypnosis is real

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You're laying in bed when she brings it up.

She just came back from the nail salon, her purse slides off of her arm and onto the dresser when she asks you "Babe, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" She peels herself out of her denim jacket, the one you bought her recently that she called 'ugly.' You fail to mention it though because you begin to question the context of her inquiry.

"Probably like... bondage stuff" You look up from your phone, "Where's this coming from?"

Belle only begins to strip herself of the remainder of her clothing before muttering "I'll get to that." You watch as she throws the worn garments to the side before digging through the dresser for something more comfortable "Wouldn't you find it hot to have complete and utter control over someone, tell them to do something and they're on it with no hesitation or thought behind it" She steps into a pair of shorts "No matter what you ask, they do it mindlessly"

You tilt your head, trying to follow wherever she's going with this. There's a smile on her face but it's not just any smile, it tells you that she's testing the waters, trying to gauge whether or not you were into whatever the hell she was getting at now. "I mean... I guess? I'm not sure"

"You guess?" She gives you a look before pulling an old, loose black t-shirt over her head. She then crawls into bed and you're not surprised when you find her straddling your waist with her hands snaking underneath your shirt. "So... you wouldn't mind putting me under your spell so you could get me to do whatever sick shit you want me to?"

"That sounds like some weird MK-Ultra mind control shit" You chuckle, then wince after she pinches your abs with her sharp nails.

Belle hums "Yeah that's exactly what I mean..." You watch as she backs up a bit, then she begins to think, "well actually I was talking about hypnosis but you get the idea... kinda sorta"

"You want me to hypnotize you?" She nods and now you're confused "You can't actually believe that works babe..."

"It works" She insists, then slaps your chest when she sees the unconvinced and almost judging look on your face.

That's when you realize she's dead serious about it "What makes you want to try hypnosis all of a sudden?"

"Well" She begins tugging at the hem of your shirt "A friend of mine told me about how she and her boyfriend tried it and it sort of inspired me"

You stay silent for a bit, reminding yourself not to say anything slick so she doesn't get upset with you. "So how does it work? Do I get a pocket watch and swing it in front of your face or something?" You end up snickering a bit, still finding this conversation to be more humorous than serious.

Belle gives you a look, trying to hold in her own laugh "No, you idiot! I'll send you some videos later and.." She smiles mischievously before sliding off of you then she goes over to the dresser and digs her hand into her purse. You quirk your eyebrow and sit up to better see what she's doing. The moment she pulls a pair of hand-cuffs out, your eyes widen.

"We're gonna need these too"

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So after watching countless videos, you finally think you've mastered the art of hypnosis.

Maybe not "mastered" but you got the gist of it. You've got no clue why you agreed to this in the first place because there was still something in the back of your mind telling you that this would never work and if it somehow did, she'd only be pretending. It's probably the boring pessimist in you that makes you think that way but this seemed interesting. So you keep your questioning thoughts to yourself as you reach into your drawer for the handcuffs.

Belle smiles at you in your dark bedroom, the warm light from the lamp on your nightstand is on the dimmest setting. It makes her naked body look so perfect, highlighting each and every one of her beautiful curves. You walk over to her, putting the cuffs on the bed before you take your hands in hers. "Ready?" She hums and nods her head.

"Now, I want you close your eyes to take a deep breath" She does as you say and you can hear the sharp sound of her nostrils taking in the cool conditioned air, her chest rises with it. "Now slowly exhale" and her chest falls gently "Now breathe as you listen to my voice, focus on it and allow everything else to fade away"

You keep your tone gentle and soft to put her at ease "The faint hum of the air conditioner, the rain outside, the cars passing by, block it all out" You notice that she's still taking those deep breaths, then exhaling them with soft grace. "Just focus on me, allow that tension and stress to melt away. No work, no schedules, just you and I"

"Now listen to my words" You pause for a moment "You'll do as I say, be subservient to me" You begin pulling her into a mindset crafted and molded by you "You want me to handcuff you" At this point, Belle holds a straight face, she doesn't even flinch or cringe at your words. Not even a smirk or a giggle, like you've actually got her in some sort of trance. "You feel the urge to do anything to get me off" and "You will not want us to stop until I say we do"

"Keep your breathing steady and at the snap of my fingers you will awaken with all of these desires"

You raise your hand and put your thumb against your middle finger, then *snap* and her eyes immediately open. There's something about her gaze that you immediately observe, it's kind of dark and empty and she's got a completely blank expression on her face. "What do you want?" You question her softly.

Belle looks over to the handcuffs and picks them up, then she holds them in front of you "Please" She says it with her voice just above a whisper "Please cuff me"

You swallow, not at all recognizing the tone in her voice. It has a chill running down your spine because it sounds almost desperate, like she's really begging for it. You begin to think that maybe this hypnosis shit is actually real and it scares you a bit. But you still take the handcuffs out of her hands as she puts her hands out for you.

It takes you a moment cause you're not used to this but you manage to get them on her. "Knees, princess" You order and just like that, she's dropping to her knees in front of you "Good girl" You mutter under your breath as you look down at her with nothing but lust in your eyes.

It's weird, this was actually turning you on more than you thought it would. Having so much control over her without a fight for dominance or her usual bratty attitude.

No doubt it already has your blood rushing.

So you don't waste any time to pull off your shirt then you unbuckle your belt and you take your jeans off. You take your hard cock into your hand and you pump it slowly "Open" Her lips part and her tongue pokes out "Suck" Is the next thing you say as you guide the head into her mouth.

Almost immediately, she begins bobbing her head mindlessly. Her warm mouth is so wet and welcoming and the feel of her fleshy, slippery inner cheeks and her smooth velvety tongue has your nerves so sensitive. You groan deeply as you allow your hands to run through her scalp then your hips start thrusting forwards because she's beginning to swirl her tongue and it feels incredible. She doesn't even need her hands, so much control, so disciplined and obedient for you. Belle takes your cock like a pro, sucking and slurping it tightly to provide the utmost pleasure and its fucking perfect.

She makes enthusiastic noises as she sucks your cock, like she's been starving for it, like your pre-cum is the best thing she's ever tasted.

You stop for a moment and hold her head still, then you push all the way in so her nose is pressed up against your base. Almost like you're a sadist, you hold her there, watching the way her eyes well up with tears. "So beautiful" You compliment, admiring the look of her glossy eyes. Her throat squeezes you as she gags "Ah fuck" You moan, pushing your hips just a bit deeper and Belle swallows, nearly making you dizzy. So you loosen your grip on her head and she continues to bob her head wildly.

It's like she has no gag reflex with how fast she's going and how deep she's taking you. Each drag of her mouth has you stuck just staring into her eyes, those dutiful brown orbs that tell you she's not going to stop until your cum is shooting down her throat. At this rate, it may not be too far away. "Oh—fucking god" You bite your lip, muscles clenching as she continues to suck you off.

All she can really do is hum and moan with her mouth stuffed full with your cock, the sticky noises only adding to your arousal. You can feel it coming already. She's ruthless with it, flicking her tongue in ways she never has before. "I'm going to fucking—" You can't even finish your sentence because she has your needy cock throbbing in her perfect mouth.

It's muffled, but you can hear it when she moans and starts bobbing her head quicker, like she wants nothing more than to get you off. You don't even realize it when you grip her hair tighter because you're too focused on being at the edge. Usually, when Belle would do this, she'd stop at the last second just to tease because like the brat she is, she enjoyed seeing you squirm. However, it didn't seem like she'd be doing that now. By the look in her eye, you can tell she's going to fucking milk you for all you've got.

Now you're starting to really get the idea of this whole hypnosis thing, even if she's just faking it. You place your hands on her head because even though you know she won't go anywhere, it feels right. You take a deep breath and then "I'm cumming" you announce with a low and long groan escaping your lips. Your eyes shut so tight you can see spots behind your eyelids and in a flash Belle's taking it all down her perfect throat.

It's almost like she can't get enough of you, the way she keeps on sucking she pulls out any bit of semen you have left. She swallows it all and you pull your hips back weakly when she tries to get you back in her mouth "Okay, thats enough" You chuckle tiredly and then she sits back on her heels.

Now the deadpan expression on her face is gone and it's replaced with an eager smile. There's still something off about it but you can't exactly pinpoint what "Did I do good?" She asks, waiting for your response with some drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, baby" You sigh "On the bed, on your back, now" Another order comes out of your mouth, and you sound more natural about it.

Belle licks her lips then stands up, it takes a little more effort for her to climb onto the bed because of the handcuffs but she does it eventually. "What do you want, princess?" You ask the question again, because you're intrigued about what she'll answer.

"Use my body, please sir I want it so fucking bad—I need it. Need you to use me until you're finished I won't be satisfied until you're done with me" There's this genuine yearning in her tone, something that you almost don't recognize at all.

You go with it though "Lift your arms until they're above your head" A smirk grows on your face as you get a perfect view of her tits. You climb onto the bed and you get on top of her, positioned so that you're almost sitting on her stomach "You gonna let me use these perfect tits?" You ask as if she has any choice in the matter.

Still, she nods her head frantically "Anything" She whines as you grab a hold of her breasts in your big hands. You cup and squeeze them, like always, they're better than fucking pillows, so soft and squishy. You place your cock in between them and press them together on it, you groan immediately when your feel the perfect warmth.

"Fuck yeah" You groan as you begin to move your hips back and forth. She only looks up at you with that lustful look in her eyes. You gather some saliva in your mouth, then you lean over and spit it out. It lands on her boob, then it trickles downwards and you spread it around as you keep fucking her tits.

It was always something you wanted to try out, but you hadn't gotten the chance to ask yet. You were kind of afraid she'd laugh at the idea and you didn't exactly know how she'd take it. Belle would probably be down for literally anything you wanted to try out and it was the same for you—which is why you agreed to do this hypnosis thing in the first place—but you could still do without the teasing that'd come with it.

Your cock slides between her breasts without any resistance whatsoever, it's all smooth and slick and it feels so fucking good. With her hands over her head she just lets it happen because she's fucking loving it. The almost harsh grip you have on her tits has her squirming because she wants to be touched and used in other places, obviously.

You keep the pace though, wanting to stay in this moment for just a little bit more before you move on. "How does it feel baby?" She gives you those expecting eyes, like she yearns for your approval.

So you don't hold back your praises "Incredible, your tits are fucking amazing Belle... I could do this forever" You sigh, listening to the slick sound each of your movements make.

"Why don't you do it forever then? I wouldn't mind" She teases but her tone tells you that she's not really joking.

Maybe hypnosis is real

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you stop your movements "If I did that, I wouldn't be able to get to the best part"

"Which is?" She figures she can let her hands rest on her belly.

You reposition yourself so that you're in between Belle's legs at this point "Right here, princess" She hums when you place your palm on her soaked cunt. It's all slippery and slick with her arousal, she's been absolutely aching to have you inside of her. Your cock throbs at the mere thought of it.

"Please sir"

The way her voice sounds in your hears has you smirking, so fucking desperate. Normally, Belle had far too much pride to beg like this but now that she's under your control things are different.

You might actually prefer it this way

"Please what darling? You want my cock or what?" You mock, wrapping your fingers around your cock so you can nudge it against her entrance. You don't put it in though, you merely slide it up and down her slit slowly, lathering your swollen cock head up with her wetness.

A choked moan forces its way through her throat "Yes! I fucking need your cock—fuck—just inside please just...use me, fucking own me"

"Jesus, you're a fucking slut" You bite your lip, slapping your tip against her needy cunt just to get her that much more riled up before you begin.

"Your slut" Belle corrects, bucking her hips up like she really needs you.

So you stop messing around and you slide your thick cock into her hot entrance. Her walls pull you in immediately, hugging your cock so tightly that you have to stifle a moan "Fucking hell" you whisper instead. Belle exhales softly as you make eye contact with her then you slide yourself in all the way until you reach the hilt.

The look on her face is pure content as you begin to move inside of her. She watches you, not missing the subtle ways your facial features contort from the pleasure. "Fuck me" She begins to pull at the cuffs, fingers trying to grasp at anything while you pick up the pace.

If she wants to get fucked, I'll fuck her—is what you think to yourself as you lean over.

You're moving faster now, hearing a jumbled up mess of words that escape her lips as you do. She's saying your name like its a prayer, begging for it deeper, faster, harder all at once because she wants you to give her everything. "Fucking—please!! more..more..more" It sounds like she just might die if you don't. So that's exactly what you do, you give her probably more than she can handle.

The quiet bedroom now has the sound of your skin slapping against each other echoing throughout it, then there's that filthy sound coming from between your legs—her arousal is audible especially when you bottom out. It's almost like a splashing sound over and over again occurring fast with your punishing thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet for me" You spit, watching in real time as you dumb her down with your cock. She's blabbering about something, something about how your cock is too good, how she can't get enough of it. That's about all you're able to make out because she's cutting of her own sentences with loud moans then seemingly forgetting whatever she was going to say next.

You smirk a little because you've whittled her down to this complete and utter embarrassing mess. She wants to touch you—to feel your body and you can tell by the frantic way her hands are moving. You almost snicker at how pathetic she looks right now. "What's wrong? Gonna cum already?" Is the question you ask upon noticing that familiar breathing pattern "Go ahead, do it" you grit through your teeth.

She's gasping for air deliberately, like she has to remind herself to breathe. Still she's able to chant "yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes" right before the poor girl stops breathing all together. You keep it hard and deep as she goes silent, your grunts being the only other noise that can be heard over the filthy noises of your sex.

Her body stiffens, only moving from the impact of each of your thrusts. Then finally she exhales, legs shaking as she cums all over your cock like she's been longing to. Her cunt clenches around you so tight that it has you not too far behind her. You let your body fall onto hers so she can feel you close as you ride her body through her orgasm, your hips rolling forwards all slow and calculated. "Good fucking girl" 

When she's finished you pull your hips back to slip your cock out of her. She whines, not liking the feeling of being empty but she doesn't say anything about it. "Where should I finish?" You question her, lifting your body off of hers. You get off of the bed and reach for the nightstand where the keys to the handcuffs are.

You grab them, then you un-cuff her "I'll be happy with whatever you choose, sir" she whimpers, breathing heavily as you move to flip her over.

It's a bit difficult to get a good grip on her sleek skin, but you're able to do it so she's flat on her stomach "Hands and knees." Belle immediately finds the strength to do so, pulling her body up so that she's in the position you've asked her to be in. You get behind her and your hands find her waist "I think I wanna cum in this tight pussy" You mutter, guiding your sensitive tip to her stretched cunt. 

It's begging to be filled again, to be pumped full of your seed.

"Then breed me babe" She breathes, pushing her ass back in an attempt to get you inside when she notices that you're teasing. You only smirk, then you part her lips with your tip, gathering up all the clear slick between her legs. "Come on" Belle moves her hips side to side.

First you run your palm over her soft, round ass and then you slap it harshly. She lets out a pleasureful shriek as you watch the red shape of your hand form on the pale skin. You run the same hand up her hips and stop at her waist which you grip tightly before slip your cock back into her needy cunt.

You put your other hand on her waist, holding her in place while you push your hips forwards. "Christ" You groan because she's way tighter in this position. Starting off slow seems like the right move at first because she's whimpering, so you do.

Until she lets the side of her head rest on the mattress, so she can look at you the best she can in this position. "Don't be afraid to get rough with me babe, I can handle it" She bites her bottom lip so hard you fear she might draw blood. "Use me" She begs you for the nth time with that perfectly seductive voice of hers, making it so hard for you to hold back. You weren't even sure what you were even holding back for anyways.

So while keeping a good grip on her waist, you begin to jackhammer your cock into that wet warmth. "Fuck!" A broken scream tears through her lips and it almost worries you but the lust takes over. You keep hearing it in the back of your mind. use her, use her, use her. So much that you don't care if you're going too hard "Yes! you're fucking me so... fucking good sir!" She keens.

You lean over and reach your hand to find a grip on her hair. She gasps at the sweet pain that comes with the rough pull of your fingers and she's forced to hold herself up with her arms again—which she can barely do. "You're fucking dripping baby" You grunt, getting off on the sharp crack that booms each time your hips come in contact with her round ass. "Such a good slut... taking it so well for me"

"Please" She whines, and you're not entirely sure what she's begging for "Please"

"Please what princess?" You almost growl, feeling your abs begin to burn.

She swallows thickly, moaning like she can't control herself. "f-f-fill me up.. I fucking—God—I fucking need it" 

It's coming, you can feel it in your balls. Her cunt is gripping you so perfectly, so smooth and slick that every drag has your jaw clenching and your mind going blank. You're so unbelievably close to stuffing her full of it--it's the only thing you can think about right now. "Yeah... Belle, gonna fucking... cum in you" Your breaths are labored now because the force you're fucking her with is tiring you out.

"God I'm gonna fucking-" Belle squeals, then a rush of clear liquid begins to spill out from between her legs and her mouth hangs open. The pressure almost kills you right then and there but you keep moving, you can't get enough of her. Even when another—more powerful—burst comes out you only grunt as it runs down her legs and stains the sheets.

"Ah...look at you—squirting for me" You'd chuckle if you weren't so close right now. You end up slowing it down, thrusting hard and deep into her cunt slowly. One. Belle shrieks. Two. She moans deeply.  Three. She bites her lip. Then four and your cock is pulsing and throbbing wildly inside of her the second you bury it inside of her on the fourth thrust. You moan loudly as you fill her needy cunt with your seed. There's so much that it's dripping down the side.

You can only sigh the little bit of breath you have left as it continues, your voice too broken and fucked up to do anything more. She only hums sweetly, giggling as you let go of your grip on her hair and your body collapses onto hers so you lay flat on the bed.

"Holy shit" You swallow, then you gather up the strength to sit yourself up and you put your hand on her now red ass, rubbing the cheek as you catch your breath. "Good girl" Then you remember that you should probably pull her out of her hypnotized state. "Sit up and close your eyes" You breathe. It takes her a moment, you watch as she sort of struggles to do as you say but eventually she does. "At the snap of my fingers, you will wake up"

You snap your fingers and her eyes open "Oh my God" is the only thing that comes out of her mouth. Her expression is unreadable and you're not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing for a second. Then Belle smiles and she climbs on top of you. You're surprised, but you allow it because the second she leans in to kiss you it just feels right. She pulls away "What the fuck? That was so hot" It's like she herself is surprised that it worked too.

"You remember?" You ask, knowing that sometimes people lose memory after they've been hypnotized, but it seems like Belle didn't.

Belle nods her head "Every second" Then she kisses you again "Especially when you fucked my tits, you could've told me you were into that" she teases, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"I know you, you would've laughed at me"

"But I still would've let you do it" She nods

You tilt your head playfully doubting her words "Sure" Is all you say before she pushes you back so that you're laying down.

"Shut up" She mutters before putting her lips on yours again and you're both smiling into the passionate kiss, feeling that familiar fluttering feeling in your stomach. "Thank you for trying this out with me" She seems genuine about it.

You shake your head "I'll try any kinky shit you throw at me"

and there's no doubt you would

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A double posting today!!

This is my first time writing for Eddie Munson from Stranger Things, I hope you will all like it. Please send in any requests/ ideas to keep me going.

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Summary: Eddie finds himself growing attached to the new girl who joins their table at lunch. And he learns a few things especially for her to make her feel included and to show his feelings for her.

Enjoy.

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It took Eddie longer than it should have to realise that there was a new face sat at the table.

He had been stabbing his fork into what he presumed could only be mashed potato, although the colour was closer to grey than it was to fluffy cream and the taste didn't really resemble anything but some kind of bland powder. The meals were never inticing or tasty, but it was simply easier than having to go through the faff of making himself something at home and bringing it along or buying something and keeping it in his bag all morning. By lunch time whatever he brought would be warm, squished or simply inedible.

The slop on his plate was the only option, quite the same as what everyone else seemed to think. And Eddie spent a generous amount of time playing with the mash and pushing the peas around his plate before he glanced his eyes up from where he was sat at the far end of the table.

They all had their assigned seats, it was a silent but nevertheless binding agreement where they would all sit, and Eddie always sat right at the end. The head of the table. The leader of the freaks, as they had come to call themselves. Better say it themselves and say it with pride than let everyone else say it with a sneer.

So when he lifted his head and looked around the table in an effort to reengage with the conversation, he found an unfamiliar party member sat at the table with them.

A brow quirked up in surprise and his head inclined to the side as he stared across at the only girl sitting at their table. The only one who wasn't part of their so called group.

She stood out because she was the only girl sitting with five boys but with that fact aside, she seemed to blend in with them.

She had her cheek resting on her hand and her fingers seemed to be drumming a steady rhythm against her skin like she needed the stimulation to keep herself awake. Her other hand was toying with her sandwich like she wasn't really sure she could stomach it but she knew she would be hungry otherwise.

Her head was cast down looking at her plate and her shoulders were hunched forwards. It was as if she was sat with them, but she was secluded in her own little world at the same time.

Eddie studied her for a lot longer than he should have until the pieces finally clicked in his mind and he realised where he knew her from.

English. The one class that Eddie wasn't failing miserably- which was only thanks to playing DnD because he found it easy to conject those fantasy stories into some sense of coherence when he was in class. Plotting out different worlds and creating those stories were what got him a good enough grade in English to pass the class.

He didn't have the attention span for science. His energy wasn't put to good use in physical ed and he wasn't the smartest in maths, combined with how boring it was which led him to his bad grades.

But English was the one class Eddie was good at and didn't flunk and that was the class where he knew her face from. She sat in front of him in the next row, so Eddie always got to see her side profile when he aimlessly scanned the classroom once he'd finished his assignments.

"Brought a friend to dinner, Henderson?"

All eyes fell to Eddie and that slanted grin on his face as he pointed his fork in (Y/n)'s direction since she hadn't looked up from her plate when he spoke.

Eddie wasn't sure whether his knuckle-head bandmates had blankly hadn't noticed that there was a new person sitting at their table. Or whether they had noticed (Y/n) take a seat but not really figured out that it was someone new, not one of their usual group members.

Either way, the three of them looked over to where (Y/n) was sitting beside Dustin on the end of the table. Their eyes wide as confusion plastered across their faces.

"Oh, um, yeah, this is (Y/n). Is it okay if she sits with us?" Dustin knew he should have asked before telling (Y/n) it would be fine for her to sit with them, but he didn't think it would be a problem. Everyone seemed easy going when it came to accepting new people, after all they had taken Dustin and Mike under their wings immediately when Eddie sourced them out and gave them a place to feel welcomed.

Intrigue pooled in Eddie's eyes as he watched (Y/n). She still looked like she was ignoring them, like she was drifting off in her own world and hadn't even noticed a conversation had begun.

"I suppose, if she's one of us."

When he realised (Y/n) wasn't paying attention, Dustin swiftly prodded his elbow into her side and darted his head to the left in Eddie's direction.

(Y/n) lifted her head and scowled at Dustin when his pointy elbow prodded her chest. But when she realised where he was looking with those wide eyes and that certain look, she realised the rest of the table was looking at them. At her.

The sandwich in her hand flopped back down on the plate and she sat up a bit straighter. She looked around the table, but her eyes kept stopping when she looked at Eddie.

He was smiling, or rather smirking. Her eyes trained on his lips in case he started speaking but he didn't say anything. Instead, his tongue darted across his lower lip and stayed at the corner of his mouth for a few extra seconds. He knew she was watching his lips. He was toying with her.

Finally, he spoke. "Are you one of us?"

The way his smile widened made (Y/n)'s stomach flip and she couldn't quite tear her eyes away from his pale pink lips. She wanted to meet his gaze, she wanted to study every inch of him and get closer to him and take him in fully. She never got to look at him or really see him when they were in English class, and she rarely saw him outside of class either.

But from a distance, she could see a few details about him. (Y/n) could see he had a ring on almost every finger on both hands. She could see the beginning of a chain that disappeared beneath his Hellfire shirt. She noticed a tattoo on his right forearm where his sleeve was rolled up but she couldn't see what it was. She wanted to. She wanted to examine the ink and see what other ones he had hidden beneath those clothes.

(Y/n) wanted to know everything about him.

When her eyes finally managed to tear away from that smirk, she looked up to find her gaze captured with those intense brown eyes that seemed to be growing darker with each passing second.

"What are you?" Her voice was so quiet that Eddie could barely hear her, but still, he smiled.

He leaned forward, fork still in hand, elbows planted down on the table while he rose from his seat to lean over his tray and be closer. To be intimidating, to be daunting and see whether (Y/n) would back away in fear or stay with a smile.

"Broken configurations."

The way Eddie smiled obscured the way his lips moved. He spoke too quietly for (Y/n) to hear and his smile was too wide for her to work out what words he had spoken.

Her eyes narrowed before she turned her head to look at Dustin. She knew she didn't have to say a word for him to know she hadn't quite caught Eddie's words.

"Misfit, freak." (Y/n) knew that wasn't quite what Eddie had said, but she guessed Dustin was simply paraphrasing and whatever Eddie said must be close to what Dustin was implying.

So he wanted to know whether she was one of them or not. Whether she was a broken piece of society that had been pushed to one side.

Couldn't be judge that for himself? Did he really need (Y/n) to answer that?

A coy smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she reached down for her sandwich but her eyes never strayed far from Eddie who was still waiting, patiently, for her to give him an answer. "What do you think?"

Her answer clearly hit the right note with Eddie because he grinned, nodded his head towards her once, and then took his seat again.

"Oh, you can stay."

(Y/n) took a bite of her sandwich, satisfied that she wouldn't have to disappear and try to find a new table or a new set of friends to be around.

She wasn't in any of Dustin's classes but she knew him through Nancy and he had quickly become a close friend. Now he was out of middle school (Y/n) would see him more often. She passed him in the halls, saw him when they were each studying in the library and now he had asked if she wanted to join their table at lunch.

Eddie was partly the reason (Y/n) said yes. She didn't think he was the freak that everyone called him. From the little that she had seen and what she knew about him, Eddie seemed rather sweet. He was different, yes, but there was a sensitive side to him that pulled (Y/n) in.

She liked his charisma and how he wasn't afraid to be himself or be silly or make a statement either by what he said, what he wore or how he acted. If they would let her sit with them at lunch, (Y/n) would join them every day.

She took a bite of her sandwich, content that she wasn't an outsider or an invisible party at their table anymore. But her eyes quickly cast to her right and she jumped when she felt Dustin's hand patting her hip.

Her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes narrowed on him as she swatted his hand away, unsure what he was doing.

"Turn it on." He spoke quietly as he pointed to the pack that was hooked onto the waistband of her jeans.

With a grimace, (Y/n) pulled on the wire connected to the pack that looked very similar to a cassette player to show Dustin that the hearing aid wasn't even in her ear. It was tucked away safely in her pocket.

"Too loud." She muttered back while her eyes cast down to her plate when Dustin held his hands up in surrender.

She wasn't going to put her hearing aid in at lunch. (Y/n) didn't want to listen to the sound of people chewing and slurping and coughing as they hogged down their food. She didn't want to have fifty different conversations flooding her mind with hundreds of different tones and volumes and too many words for her to keep track of.

She wore her hearing aids in most of her classes, but sometimes she would turn it down so she could have some peace and quiet to herself.

Without the hearing aid, (Y/n)'s hearing was muffled, like a cassette on the lowest setting with a sock muffling the speaker. That was why when she turned it off, she relied on lip reading to understand what people were saying and what was going on around her.

One of the reasons she got along with Dustin so well was because he was the only one in the gang who knew sign language. He taught some to Mike and Max and Nancy knew the basics, but (Y/n) didn't need sign language very often. Although it was sometimes a relief not to have to focus so hard on reading lips when Dustin or anyone else used sign language with her.

Something struck Eddie's chest as he watched Dustin make some sort of gesture towards (Y/n), which she then reciprocated.

He hadn't known she used a hearing aid; he didn't know she was partially deaf. Really, he couldn't be blamed for that. They only shared one class together and the teacher never called on (Y/n) to answer questions- something Eddie thought was odd at the time.

He had seen the pack on her jeans but he assumed it was a cassette player, and he was sure he had seen her walking round school with headphones on. Maybe she wore them to disguise her hearing aid, or maybe she could hear music if it was on a certain volume.

The moment (Y/n) lifted her head, Eddie realised that he might just have been staring for a bit too long and he quickly ducked his head back down to face his tray instead. He didn't want to seem like a jerk or a creep caught staring at her and he certainly didn't want her to think bad of him when this was her first time sitting with them for lunch.

With her head angled back down to finish her sandwich, (Y/n) let her mind begin to wander while Dustin and Mike started talking about the latest DnD game they would be playing. (Y/n) understood the game and the rules and so on, but it wasn't her kind of thing. She was much like Nancy, she would tolerate the game and try to observe, but she wasn't one for joining in.

With her eyes on the last of her food and her hearing aid turned off, (Y/n) became lost in her own little world and subsequently missed the first part of the tangent that Eddie went off into.

It was only when she finished her food and raised her head to glance around the table that she noticed Eddie had moved.

He was no longer at at the head of the table like the father figure in a family meal. He was instead stood behind his bandmates, an arm looped around each of their shoulders and his head inclined to the side as he stared over at Mike and Dustin.

"…I am army crawling my way to a D in Miss Sloan's class."

The way his hands began to vibrate as he straightened up made him seem like he was suddenly fueled on adrenaline. Like he was a bag of popcorn that was about to pop and explode all over the hall.

(Y/n) liked the excitement that lit up Eddie's face as he spoke. She liked how he became animated so suddenly even though she wasn't sure what had been said to set him off on this tangent. And she liked the grin on his face that mixed with the seriousness in his eyes.

The way he sauntered past the table and moved into the centre of the hall made Eddie look like he owned every ounce of confidence in the school. He looked like he was putting on a show and he was the main star. There was something comforting yet extraordinary about him and his movements.

But when Eddie turned around, (Y/n) was suddenly blank. She couldn't follow the conversation when his back was to her. She couldn't make out what he said, her hearing aid was turned off and without it on, every voice was no louder than that of a mouse in a muffled corner of the room.

She wasn't sure what he said, or who exactly he was trying to swear at when he raised his hand. But she guessed it would be towards the rest of the students in their school or the teachers he didn't like or get along with.

It didn't matter what Eddie said- or the fact that he said he would be flipping off the principal- because to (Y/n), she could still read his enthusiasm and get the gist of what he was talking about. He was on the subject of leaving school.

It was no secret to anyone that Eddie had aged out of school despite the fact that he was still here. He had flunked twice already, this was his third time repeating this last year to try and graduate. (Y/n) hadn't been at this school for long and even she had figured that out. But it didn't bother Eddie. He didn't seem to care that he was trying again and again to graduate, all he cared about was managing to do it and to leave.

When she felt a tap on her shoulder, (Y/n) begrudgingly tore her eyes away from Eddie, who was now parading down the centre of the hall like he was performing in the school play. She looked to Dustin who was trying his best not to burst out into fits of laughter.

'He's going to get his diploma and run out of here.'

Dustin's sign language was a little rusty, he wasn't great at stringing sentences together, he was much better at single words and phrases. But he did his best because Eddie's commentary was too funny for (Y/n) to sit and not understand.

"Didn't you say that last year?"

"And the year before that?"

Eddie spun on his heels as his hands clenched into fists at his sides and he took a deep breath. He didn't need them interrupting his monologue or telling him what he already knew. So maybe he had been a bit too full of himself for the last two years. Maybe he thought he would scrape a diploma when he hadn't done enough work.

But this year was different. He would do it this time. He was so close, all he had to do was a bit of actual revising and he could pass these exams like a it was a fluke and he would be done with this place.

"Yeah, yeah and I was full of shit." He sneered with narrowed eyes and the tiniest smile on his face.

But as he sauntered back towards the table, his eyes narrowed and his chest tightened when he looked over at Dustin.

He watched Dustin point in his direction before the younger boy curled one hand into a fist and waved his other hand from left to right over the top of his fist like he was orchestrating music. But it didn't take Eddie long to work out what Dustin was doing. He was signing something.

There was something about the glee written across Dustin's face that put Eddie off guard as he watched him sign another word. His hand stayed clenched into a fist but his other hand then slapped down on top of his fist, pressing his thumb into the centre of his fist as his hand made a bang as it came down on his fist.

A grin lit up (Y/n)'s face as she looked from Dustin back to Eddie the moment Dustin signed 'full of shit' to her so she knew the whole monologue Eddie had gone off on.

"Henderson, what did you tell her?" Eddie rested his left hand down on the end of the table as he stooped over and pointed his other hand at Dustin before he planted his hand down on his hip.

The way he leaned over her caused (Y/n) to hold her breath deep within her lungs. She felt like she couldn't take one proper breath, let alone get her thoughts in order. She couldn't do anything except tilt her head back so she was looking up into those dark brown eyes that were burning through her and making her melt on the spot.

"I just relayed what you said."

"Full of shit, huh?" (Y/n) barely trusted her voice on a good day when she was at home, but somehow she gained the courage to try and speak now. After all, she had spent years figuring out how to judge her own tone and her pitch when she couldn't exactly hear what she said.

She figured she had whispered her words because no one looked at her or winced or tried to tell her to be quiet. But Eddie heard. She knew he heard by the way his grin spread wider and his eyes dilated as he stared down at her like he was ready to pounce.

"Not this year, I can feel it." He sounded a lot more sincere than he felt, usually it was pride and desperation pushing him when he talked about finishing school. Not today. He could just sense that this year was going to be different, that this was finally going to be his time. His year.

(Y/n) smiled softly when Eddie leaned closer and she folded her arms over the table as her elbow nudged against his palm. "This is your year."

"Our year, you're graduating too aren't you?"

So he did somewhat pay attention in class and to the people around him. He knew (Y/n) was going to be graduating too, and Eddie was in no doubt that she would pass with flying colours and wouldn't face the same struggles he did.

Her eyes followed him as he spun around and perched down on the table so his shoes were tapping and scraping the floor and his hands were now tapping on his thighs. He had a good sense of balance, keeping his back straight as he sat there like a perfect statue with his head angled in (Y/n)'s direction like she was the only person in the room. The only one worth looking at.

If she was going to be sitting at their table from now on, Eddie had a feeling this year was going to be even better.

Eddie didn't know sign language. Maybe he should learn some if (Y/n) was going to be a regular at their table.

***

A nervous grin lit up (Y/n)'s face when she approached the table in the dining hall. It had become second nature for (Y/n) to come and sit at Eddie's table during lunch. The group had taken to her as if she had been one of them since the dawn of time.

They made her feel included and welcome and they didn't make her feel like an outcast when she turned her hearing aid off. They all knew she preferred not to listen to the sounds in the dining hall that they themselves could automatically tune out and make sense of. It was habit now that when she sat down, (Y/n) pointed to her hearing aid before she turned it off and put it in her pocket.

The group would nod and proceed to talk slow and clear and make a point not to speak with their mouths full. Sometimes Dustin would sign a few things, just to make it easier, especially if someone was going off on a rant about something. But it was a normality for them all, they didn't make (Y/n) feel like she was being a burden on them like everyone else did, and that was what she loved about them.

Her fingers tapped nervously against her tray as she moved towards the table, her eyes solely focused on Eddie and Eddie alone. Dustin and Mike weren't at the table yet, they were still in line for their food. (Y/n) wondered how Eddie always managed to be the first one at the table, the first one with his food which seemed to be a priority for him more than getting to class on time.

But when she went towards her usual seat down the other end of the table, she paused when Eddie shook his head.

He wordlessly tilted his head down and drifted his eyes towards the seat next to him before he looked back over at (Y/n).

It took an extra amount of control to stop her hands from shaking and prevent the tray from falling to the floor when she realised what he was implying. Eddie wanted her to sit next to him.

He didn't want to keep sitting away from her. He didn't want to have to lean over the table to get her attention. He didn't want to be far away so that he couldn't even rest a hand on her arm. Eddie wanted (Y/n) as close as he could get her. He wanted her right next to him so he could smell that intoxicating perfume she wore. So he could see those pretty eyes that concentrated so much on his lips when he spoke. So he could see those blushing lips and simply be in her presence.

When he looked at the seat for a second time, (Y/n) found the will to move her legs. She didn't want to think or ask about what the others would say or do when they realised the seating arrangement had changed.

All she thought about was sitting down before Eddie changed his mind.

She set her tray down and took the seat on Eddie's left which would put her next to Mike when he and Dustin eventually turned up- if no one else decided to switch seats too.

Her fingers continued to drum against her tray but when she looked up at Eddie, she found a very sweet grin lighting up his face.

He set down the fork in his hand and leaned closer to her with those intriguing eyes that were sending shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine. She couldn't bring herself to look down to his lips when his eyes were locking her in place. She hoped whatever he said would be easy to figure out and wouldn't take much concentration.

Instead of saying anything, Eddie moved his hand instead. (Y/n) wasn't sure what he was doing or if he was doing his signature wave to her which he usually did whenever he saw her around. Which was happening more and more now. She bumped into him in the halls, he offered her rides home and seemed to linger everywhere (Y/n) looked. And she loved it.

Her eyes darted to look at his hand but what he did astounded her.

He pressed his hand near his head and pulled away like he was saluting her. But then he hovered his hand in front of his face with his thumb pointing near his chin, and curled his hand over into a fist like he was grabbing an invisible microphone.

'Hello beautiful.'

She couldn't believe it. He had learned some sign language. (Y/n) had no idea if Eddie had learned the basics, if he had become a sudden wizard or if he only learned certain phrases. Maybe that was the only phrase he had learnt, she had no idea, but it didn't matter.

All that mattered was that Eddie had made the effort. He didn't need to, (Y/n) could speak, she could use her hearing aid most of the time and she could read lips. Eddie didn't technically have to learn any sign language, but he had. He had done that. For her.

(Y/n) realised after a minute that she hadn't responded or made any move at all. She simply sat there with an open mouth and wide eyes, staring at Eddie like he had turned into an alien right in front of her.

If it hadn't been for the light that sparkled in (Y/n)'s eyes, Eddie would have started to panic that he had done that wrong and said something else. Something wrong. But the sparkle in her eyes and the slight quirk of her otherwise gaping mouth told Eddie that he had gotten that correct.

It was only a small sign, a simple gesture that had taken two minutes to learn and perfect, just like the other basic signs he had roughly practised and tried to memorise. Eddie thought it would be a good start to trying to become something more with (Y/n) if he learned some signs. This would show her that he was serious and that he wanted to make her comfortable.

Plus, he didn't like that Henderson was the only one who properly signed with her. Eddie wanted to be that person. He wanted to be the one she sat next to, the one she leaned against and signed with and smiled at. Eddie wanted to be everything to (Y/n), and he would do anything he could to make that happen.

"Didn't think I could do that, did you?" He whispered softly which caused (Y/n)'s gaping expression to change into a grin.

With a deep breath, (Y/n ) straightened up so she wasn't leaning so far forwards over the table anymore.

She raised her right hand to her temple and pulled her hand away in the salute sign Eddie had done moments earlier.

She then curled her fingers until only her index and middle fingers were extended and moved her fingers in a circular motion from her temple around to her chin. She prayed Eddie knew enough of the basics to know what she had just signed to him, or else it would be a little embarrassing to have to explain it to him.

A deep red blush tainted Eddie's cheeks and the end of his nose crinkled as his lips pursed into the cutest smile (Y/n) thought she had ever seen. It didn't matter how Eddie lowered his head or tried to dance his eyes around the table before he looked back to her. His hair didn't move and cover his blushing features and (Y/n) saw the bashfulness wash over him.

'Hi handsome.'

It didn't take Eddie long to figure out what that second sign was. No one had ever called him handsome before. When he was little a few girls called him cute. When he got older and found his punk look, some girls thought he was the spitting image of a bad boy and they seemed to like that.

Girls commented on his hair. They liked the rings on his fingers and he found a lot of people digged the tattoos on his skin. But there weren't many girls at school who could get past the 'freak' title he had been named.

The careless attitude he displayed, the willingness to speak out and act out and show his crazy side always pushed girls away.

And no one had called him handsome.

"Flatterer." Eddie somehow managed to find his voice, despite how breathless and flustered (Y/n) seemed to make him.

He leaned in close enough that he could smell that perfume she always wore which felt like a drug whenever Eddie inhaled that scent. He was so close that their noses were almost brushing and the only place he could look was into those eyes that acted as black holes, drawing him in.

If he just leaned in a little closer, that would be it, their lips would be touching and there would be no going back.

Eddie was desperate to lean in that little bit more, until a clatter of trays hit his ears and the sound vibrated through the table and caused (Y/n) to jolt. The pair of them leaned back, sitting up straight once again as their heads snapped to look at the rest of the table.

A sigh passed through Eddie's lips and his smile wavered as he slouched back in his seat, lettnig his knees part to the sides beneath the table as the rest of the group took their seats. Seemingly oblivious to the moment they had just ruined.

Although he did look to the left when he felt a small movement and he felt his heart jolt up into his throat when he noticed (Y/n) had inched closer to him. The movement was so subtle he almost thought he'd imagined it. But sure enough, her chair was that tiniest bit closer to his and it allowed her to slouch to her right and lean into Eddie's arm.

It was a small, subtle movement, testing the waters to make sure Eddie was alright with it. When he didn't pull away, (Y/n) allowed her cheek to rest on his arm and she tried not to smile too brightly. Being this close to Eddie felt like heaven.

When the conversation started flowing around the table, (Y/n) darted her eyes from left to right, making sure she was keeping track of what was being said and who was talking. She would admit that it was hard when she was this close to Eddie, and the only downside of sitting here was that she couldn't look at Eddie at the same time as she looked at everyone else. But she could read the social cues to guess when Eddie would chip into the conversation so she knew when to look up at him.

It was a small price to pay for being able to sit so close to the person she longed to be with. The person who clearly liked her presence, for (Y/n) felt his free hand drift beneath the table until his ring clad fingers were tracing along her thigh. It was a small movement, a light touch and his hand stayed near her knee, more for comfort than to actually distract her or push the boundaries too far.

The food wasn't up to much today and (Y/n) could barely touch it with how nervous and excited and fundamentally shaken Eddie was making her feel. She felt better leaning against him and simply smiling in a daze than trying to eat when her stomach was leaping and bounding towards her throat.

"So I thought for the next game maybe we could inv-" Mike cut himself off rather abruptly when a presence loomed near the end of the table.

All of them slowly turned to look and (Y/n) looked up to follow the line of attention to see Jason Carver stood at the end of the table. He had his food tray in his hands, it was clear he wasn't attempting to approach them or cause an argument, but something had made him stop.

"Oh look, the circus has a new freak."

Eddie felt the way (Y/n) bristled beside him and he hated the fact that Jason was staring at her directly. Trying to get a rise out of her, trying to make her feel strange and worthless and like an outcast when that was the opposite of what she was. She had found her place here, with them.

(Y/n) bound her arms around her waist beneath the table and subconsciously scooted closer to Eddie until their hips were practically glued together and she was almost sitting on his chair.

She was used to people making remarks, people glaring and leering. It was normal at her old school for people to talk jargon and pretend she was too stupid to understand what they said. Or for them to whisper and mouth words when her hearing aid was on so she thought it wasn't working.

Someone like Jason, some strange person who thought he was the best at everything, coming over and making a silly comment was nothing new. But that didn't make it any easier.

"Buzz off, Carver." Mike's words seemed to fall upon deaf ears, for Jason wasn't even looking at him.

He was looking at Eddie. He wanted to get a rise out of Eddie, the person he was always trying to rile up and pick on and call a freak. He wanted to see what Eddie would do and how defensive he would get over the only girl at their table being called out and picked on. Jason wanted to know if a little comment was enough to get Eddie's blood pumping.

And it was. That comment was enough to made his blood feel like it was turning to sludge in his veins and make him feel like the fires of Hell were beginning to consume him and make him sweat.

But the smile that splintered across Eddie's face made everyone at the table uneasy. They thought he would snarl, that he would climb up and walk across the tabletop- something he was accustomed to doing- they thought he would start a fight or sneer something back in anger.

No one thought he would sit there and smile.

All of them watched, (Y/n) included, as Eddie leaned forward in his seat until he was barely touching the edge of the chair. His head slowly drooped to the left and he let go of (Y/n)'s thigh so his elbows dug uncomfortably into the table top and his hands were visible.

With that sadistic smile still on his lips, Eddie held his left hand out with his fingers curled and only his index finger and his thumb sticking out in an L shape. He curled his right index finger and thumb into a circle like he was making an okay sign, and began slowly sliding his curled fingers over his left index finger like he was doing a strange magic trick.

(Y/n) couldn't help the broad smile that took over her features when she saw what Eddie was doing. Her chest expanded to the point her lungs and sides started to ache and her cheek flopped onto Eddie's arm as she watched the confusion plaster across Jason's face. Especially when Dustin started to snigger and the moment Dustin realised (Y/n) had started to copy the action, he did too.

It didn't take long before the whole table was copying the sign, even though only three of them actually knew what it meant. And the confusion was enough to cause the blood to flush to Jason's face. He knew he was being vexed, he could see they were taking the piss out of him and he gathered rather quickly that whatever they were doing was a message in sign language.

It wasn't until Jason stormed back to his own table and smashed his tray down on the table that everyone finally stopped signing and a deep cackle left Eddie's lips.

And Mike leaned across to Dustin with a grin that morphed pleasure and confusion. "What does it mean?"

"Fuck off." As soon as Dustin spoke, everyone around the table began to laugh. No one seemed to question how Eddie knew that sign or the fact that before today, they weren't sure he even understood what sign language was.

While the rest of the table were laughing, (Y/n) tilted her cheek back against Eddie's arm so she could look up at him. And she loved how he turned his head in her direction, causing his hair to brush along his face and become stuck between his cheek and shoulder. And the way he sank his teeth down into his bottom lip made (Y/n) shudder to her core.

"You've been practicing." The feeling of Eddie's arm looping over the back of her shoulders almost had (Y/n) melting in her seat and it caused her cheek to nudge and rest on his shoulder instead.

How didn't she guess that the swear words would be the first thing that Eddie learned to sign? It was in his nature, it suited him so well, it was what (Y/n) would of expected if she knew he had been thinking about learning signs.

"I've learned the basics."

Eddie loved the sound of (Y/n)'s laugh and the way she nuzzled her face into his shoulder made him tingle and spasm against her.

He hadn't learned much, but he couldn't begin to learn signs and not look up a few swear words. It would make him look more sophisticated at graduation if he flipped off the principal in sign language. He could get away with it better that way and have the added satisfaction of only having a few fellow friends understand what he was actually doing and implying.

As he tightened his arm around her shoulders, Eddie took the plunge and leaned forward to press a wet kiss against (Y/n)'s temple. And when she didn't pull away and instead pressed her hand against his chest, Eddie kept his lips there and closed his eyes.

Oh yes, this was going to be his year alright.

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hey Tara, could you do some Toby fluff? Like, specifically a fempov after a nasty breakup...??? Sorry for the weird request ik you usually do smut but I love your style and need some sort of comfort after my boyfriend left me, even if it is just a fictional character... Love you ❤️

-🫀

crown || ticci toby

‘wait, you can’t please everybody’

sum: after a messy breakup you’re undeniably heartbroken and toby wants to make you feel better

tw: unintentionally a little angsty but mostly fluff

a/n: my dearest anon, i am so sorry i just now saw your request. i hope this is not too late and hopefully helps you navigate through your journey and makes you feel a little better. i went through a messy breakup around christmas as well and feel like this resonates with me as well. i’m not the best at writing fluff but i tried, i hope you enjoy and are doing well <3

“I-I found you!”

You could hear that Toby was excited, even as your back was turned to him. You had been curled up in a ball for the past hour, hiding in the attic of the mansion. Dust covered boxes were scattered around the room, your small form perched beside the oval window. You didn’t say anything, unable to match Toby’s typical perky energy. Your knees were tucked to your chest, your gaze settled on the grass outside.

Toby frowned slightly at your lack of a response, the young proxy walking around one of the boxes. “Hey, y-you good?” He asked unsurely. Toby wasn’t good at handling negative emotions, or so he thought. The moonlight gave him a good look at your face, which made his eyes go wide. Bags hung under your eyes, your lips chapped so much they were becoming cracked. Your eyes were undeniably puffy, which he suspected to be from hours of crying. He approached you quickly, squatting down in front of you. He shoved his orange goggles onto his head, licking his own dry lips.

“T-Talk to m-me, what’s wrong?”

The concern lacing Toby’s words was almost enough to send you over the edge again. You inhaled, trying to refrain from more salty tears from escaping your waterline.

“We didn’t workout.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, your ex boyfriend’s name on the tip of your tongue. It felt odd to think about, nevertheless say out loud. Toby’s brain instantly clicked, his bandaged hand reaching out to touch yours. “That’s a g-good thing though r-right? Wasn’t he an asshole towards t-the end anyways?” He asked unsurely. Your eyes were sharp as you met his puppy dog gaze, your flicker of anger immediately diminishing. Instead you took a deep breath, realizing how irrational your scattered emotions were.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

“It’s not that simple. You don’t know, how horrid the actual breakup was. It was like, the shell of the person I used to know. The man I used to know vanished right before my eyes and got replaced with whatever the fuck he is now,” You rambled. You could feel yourself getting worked up, Toby’s eyes softening as he looked up at you. “I spent so much time, so much time with him and now it’s wasted. Gone. Like it meant nothing at all to him, but it meant everything to me,” You continued. Tears flooded your waterline with ease, painful flashes of memories appearing in your mind. You bit your bottom lip, attempting to stop the tears from flowing. “And I don’t know how i’m supposed to do this. How i’m supposed to waltz around like I know what i’m doing. He was my rock and now he’s gone. It’s like he was never here and I feel like i’m going insane,” You whimpered lowly, unable to stop the tears from free falling.

Toby was never good with dealing with heavy human emotions. Most of the time the responsibility of handling them was handled by someone else in the mansion. But you were the apple of his eye, one his favorite people to walk the planet. So instead he tuned into his instincts, hoping that what he was about to do was even semi socially appropriate. He rose to his feet, sitting across from you on the bench built into the large window. Stretching his long arms outwards he wrapped them around you, pulling you against him abruptly. You tensed for a moment, feeling Toby hold you so close. It wasn’t until your brain registered his warmth and earthy scent that you finally allowed yourself to crumble.

You felt like your lungs were going to collapse, your breath shallow as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your chest felt tight, your sobs muffled as you cried into his signature jacket. Your soft sounds only made him hold you tighter, the brunette careful to not squeeze you too hard. Toby swallowed, bringing his slender fingers to your hair. Unsurely, he began to stroke it, hoping it would bring you some sort of ease. He continued these actions until you had no tears left to cry, your wheezing now simmering down to deep breaths. “I’m s-sorry I don’t h-have the inhaler,” Toby apologized, regretting leaving it with Tim. (It was in fact Tim’s inhaler).

His sudden outburst made you chuckle, even as a few more stray tears slid down your cheeks. You pulled back a few inches, just enough for Toby to see your face. He didn’t like seeing you like this, so hurt. Without thinking he raised his hand, fingertips grazing your cheek as he tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. “F-Fuck him, you’re the important one, y-you’re the one,” Toby said as confidently as he could muster. You knew his words meant well, even if they didn’t come out the way he meant for them to. He used the pad of his thumb to swipe away the few remaining tears, cupping your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed, your face relaxing in the palms of his hands.

Social constructs were a mystery to Toby, truthfully. But he knew in this moment to do what he thought was best. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He ignored any emotion he felt towards the gesture, his attention completely centralized on you. “Y-You know i’m not the b-b-best with words, but I p-promise everything’s gonna be okay,” He mumbled, his chocolate eyes filled with worry as he tried to catch your gaze. Your glassy eyes eventually met his, your bottom lip trembling as you confessed, “He’s the one who left me, Toby.”

You might as well have shot him dead then and there. Toby couldn’t feel pain, due to a list of neurological disorders he couldn’t bother to remember. But he knew for a fact he felt a pang of despair mixed with anger thud in his chest. “P-Piece of shit,” He grumbled, his hands still cupping your cheeks. The animalistic side of Toby wanted to find him, to make him hurt for causing you so much pain. But the soft look in your eyes, the way you were borderline clinging to him, made those thoughts evaporate. You came first. You needed him. You needed Toby more than you needed anyone. Swallowing thickly Toby tilted your head upwards, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re b-better off without him, alright? I never liked him anyways,” Toby started. Maybe this wasn’t the correct way to comfort someone, maybe he should try a different route instead of spewing insults. He dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small joint. “It’s n-not much but, we can s-smoke and talk about it,” He offered. This made a sad smile creep up your lips, your hands moving to open the window. “I think i’d like that Toby,” You agreed. You both readjusted in your seats, turning to face the window. Toby admired the moon as you took the joint between your lips, sparking the lighter. Again, social constructs were foreign to him. But as he threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, he got the sense he made the right decision.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Do you write for Scott Summers/Cyclops??! Specifically James Marsden version/X-men movies?? (I am so normal about him I promise)

If so, fucking Scott against/bent over his motorcycle and he's a whimpering mess 😍 just something about him loving his bike so much makes me wanna breed him on/against it😋

If you don't do X-men you could replace Scott with Nightwing :3

Kurt Wagner x male reader

Ficlet

I swear to god I misread Nightwing as Nightcrawler and it was first when I was about to post this that I realized the mistake, and there is too much about Kurt, his powers and appearance to rewrite it as anyone else… so… Kurt it is. If you want it with Scott, send the request again, my bad bro.

Don’t ask me why Kurt is hitchhiking and doesn’t just BAMF away, it’s for plot…

Kurt was well and truly lost when you picked him up. Thankfully hed still had his watch, the one that altered his physical appearance, so he wasn’t so visibly a mutant. It was out in the middle of nowhere, somewhere Kurt had stumbled after BAMFing out of one situation or another. And yeah, he could have just teleported back again, but his head was hurting really badly, so he didn’t.

In the end he pulled the good old tradition of hitchhiking, of standing by the side of the road with his thumb out and hoping some soul would drive down these baren roads. And luckily, you did, in a mud-covered, beaten truck that looked like your stereotypical country car.

The conversation flowed between the two of you, with you being fascinated by how far away he was from Germany, because Kurt made up some story about being a German hitchhiker seeing the world. Kurt could feel his tail twitching even as it was hidden, and the dirty tanktop, messy beard and old trucker cap you wore wasn’t helping.

There was a reason the one rule of his religion that Kurt couldn’t follow was celibacy, and you made his blood rush. Kurt knew he should be careful, he knew all the stereotypes about men like you, and he knew that later on some of the others would scold him for getting into a stranger’s car. What if you were a serial killer?

But Kurt was a weak man, something he prayed about on the regular, so when you offered to let him spend the night at your place, he jumped on it. even if it didn’t lead to anything, staying the night would be better than trying to get back to the X-men in the dark. That was an excuse, and he knew it, but who could blame him.

It was a nice place you had, large and cared for, even if it was only you. There were two more cars in your massive garage, and a beautiful motorcycle, which Kurt was quick to climb on top of and started turning the handles as he cooed in interest.

There were multiple reasons Kurt was called an imp and elf, and his curled flirty smile was one of them. That very smile as thrown your way, Kurt crossing his fingers in hopes that he had read you right. Seeing you huff but suppressing a smirk of your own had blood rushing downwards, his tail flicking and knocking something over, even in its invisible state.

One thing led to another, and the two of you ended up making out against your bike. It wasn’t actually in a drivable state, it didn’t have any wheels and was just a passion project of yours, but making out with a cute guy against it was really good.

It was a lucky coincidence that you liked jerking off in your garage, meaning you had lube laying around in one of your multiple toolboxes. Kurt was gonna make a flirty joke about it, but your mouth was on his before he could, your teeth clacking and tongues intertwining wetly.

All your jostling and rutting must have smacked Kurts wrist against your bike, as a familiar beep met his ears, and suddenly the illusion flickered and there was blue. The kiss was disconnected as you pulled back, eyes widening at the suddenly fuzzy and very blue man against your bike.

Kurts eyes had widened too, they were completely yellow you noticed. For him it wasn’t shock as much as it was fear, as any mutant knew how some people reacted to their kind, especially the ones that didn’t look like the norm.

There was a flicking motion in your peripheral, your eyes turning to it only to see a tail of all things flicking side to side. It even had a triangle shaped tip like a cartoon devil. It wasn’t that you hated mutants, you hadn’t ever met one that you knew of, and you liked to mind your own lane.

“Well… this is awkward, hehe” Kurt chuckled out, voice a little dry and tense as his shoulders rose, eyes flicking towards the well. “Only if you make it one” you reply after taking him in, sliding your hands up his sides and feeling his velvet fuzzy fur. You could work with this.

Kurt could only widen his eyes as you kissed him again, just as hungry as before and hands exploring across his torso. The X-man could only be pleasantly surprised, winding his arms around you and pulling you close once more as you started rutting against each other again, but this time Kurts tail could join, wrapping around your thigh like a leash.

“Flip over” you pant into his mouth, making Kurt snicker but do as you tell him. His tail wags and coils like a pleased cat as you pull the last of his clothes off, the blue mutant seeming almost smug or cocky in his own way, even if it was obvious, it was just him playing.

A shaky gasp punched its way out Kurts chest as you spread him open, the X-man looking back over his shoulder just to catch you dropping to your knees and burying your face between his spread cheeks. A puff of warm air brushed against his hole, making Kurts toes curl as his tail tapped against your back. “Guess one place doesn’t have any fur” you mumble, more to yourself than anything as you kissed against his tight pucker.

Kurt struggled not to let his tail curl around your head, or worse, your neck as you ate him out, the cap of the lube bottle being heard before your fingers joined in on the mess. The X-man tried to bite down his noises for a moment, until you groped at him encouragingly and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The prep was maybe a tad too rushed as you opened him up with a couple of fingers and your tongue, but Kurt was as needy as you were, so he didn’t care about the burn as you pushed inside, with a condom, of course. Instead, he wound his tail around your thigh again and pulled you close.

Your strong hands on his hips and your groans in his sharp ears, as well as the feeling of you stretching and filling him had Kurt feeling like he was in heaven. The blue fuzz coating his body made it nearly impossible to leave hickeys, at least visible ones, but that didn’t stop you from trying, and your enthusiasm to mark him up made Kurt dizzy in the best way possible.

Kurt hadn’t even noticed he had stumbled over the edge as you ground into him, Kurts body aflame with want and pleasure as he rocked back against you like a needy cat in heat. It was only when you bottomed out inside him and tumbled over it yourself, that Kurt noticed how he had painted the leather seat of your bike in his spend.

Maybe hitchhiking wasn’t so bad, Kurt thought, as you pulled out and flipped him over, replacing the used rubber with a new one, giving his tail a slight yank only to make him yelp and spread his legs enough to give you room. Definelty, not bad at all.

[fangbanger3000]

*✧･ 2024 blorbo awards *✧･

my love and light @forget-me-maybe tagged me in this and it's so fun and who doesn't want to talk about the blorbos? + my own categories, just for fun.

i'd like to invite @lizziemajestic and @faetouchedfool and @kimberbohwrites to the ball! if you want to, of course. i could sit in a circle with all of you and scream about these characters all day.

blorbo of the year (+ villain of the year)

solas, dragon age: inquisition/veilguard. i know, i know. we're all shocked. my moots and irls all pray for the day i get over him so i can talk about literally anything else, send them art of anyone else, and act deranged about anyone else. since i picked up dragon age for the first time this summer, he has been on my mind to the point of psychotic obsession. love u pookie also he was right sorry world

bastard of the year

aradin beno jr., baldur's gate 3. oh brother this guy STINKS. he is perhaps my favourite wet, angry dog and he has been my first ever 5-minutes-of-screentime-and-never-left-my-mind. there is so much potential hiding behind those sad brown eyes in that angry pretty face. i especially enjoy him when he's being fucked by older men who don't give a shit about him (or do they?), kudos to @graysparrowao3.

aradin also brought me the beno babes, the sweetest group of equally feral people i have ever met and with whom @lizziemajestic and i have created a wonderful online space with. and of course he has brought me lizzie, who truly is the brightest star in my sky.

tear jerk(er) of the year

astarion ancunín, baldur's gate 3. yeah, yeah. fork found in kitchen. if i think about him too much or look at him for too long i start gagging on nothing and tearing up. solas may have won the battle this year, but astarion has won the war forever. he was the first fictional character i ever experienced this level of obsession with, and he singlehandedly caused me to pursue fandom spaces and got me back into writing fan fiction. my one true love i fear.

kiss of the year

solas' fade kiss, dragon age: inquisition. i actually screamed and almost threw up when i saw this. i think about it several times a day every single day. the head turn, the immediate open mouth, the shaking of the head like he just cannot help himself, the fact that they didn't bother to animate his hands correctly and yet still made sure to animate him making her grind on his thigh. i will never be over this or normal about it.

sex scene of the year

lucanis dellamorte, dragon age: veilguard. RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH lucanis was my first da:v romance and i've made several attempts at romancing the others, but i keep coming back. this scene was so beautiful and so sexy and full of so many delightful implications oh my GODDDDDDDAAAAAAMMMMMNNNNNNNN RAAAAAAAAAAH I'LL NEVER BE OKAY AGAIN

oc(s) of the year

inquisitor lavellan, dragon age: inquisition/veilguard. and theus. my moots know better than to ask me about theus bc i genuinely cannot stop once i start, so i won't. just know that he is my son and i love him. my inky will probably one of my favourite player characters of all time and i draw/think/write about her every fucking day bro.

[burnforyou]

oh I feel like a millennial typing this but my ass needs Luigi in Harry Potter AU type of smut fic

!SUMMARY! you approach professor mangione about your exam grade and it goes further than you were expecting. this is a Harry Potter AU but it can be read normally as well.

!WARNINGS! smut, age gap, kinda cum too quick, quickie, cunnilingus, this is a student/teacher relationship (everyone portrayed is 18+. reader is a 7th year student so she'd be 18.)

anon I will never judge you.... Harry Potter is the reason I began writing and reading fanfiction back in my day. I feel seen.

the knock on professor mangione's office door echoed down the silent hallway of Hogwarts.

"office hours are..." he swung his door open with a scowl, beginning his spiel. until he saw you standing in front of him in your tight button up, short Gryffindor skirt, stockings pulled up to your mid thigh.

"oh! come in Ms. y/l/n," you smile up at him and brush past him, making your way into his office. the cold, but comforting wood smell of his office encapsulates you.

"muffliato," luigi whispered on the door, quiet enough so you couldn't hear him. he closed his eyes and controlled his breathing, before opening them and approaching you casually.

"how can I help you, ms. y/l/n?" he shoved his hands in his pockets to try and hide his hardening cock in his slacks.

"I want to discuss my exam grade." you sit perfectly straight in his chair, your thighs pressed together.

"what about it? If I remember correctly, you had the top score." he tilts his head to the side and looks down at you.

"I don't think that my grade is accurate. it doesn't reflect the effort I put into your class."

"how so?"

"I think I deserve a better grade."

"no, no, the grade you got is exactly what you deserve. you did very well y/n," his praise sends tingles down your spine "and I'm not truly grasping on to what you're implying."

"is there something I can do to improve the grade? I'll do any extra credit I can get. please, sir." you beg him, looking up at him with the sweetest doe eyes you can do.

his eyes flicker between your face and the valley of your breasts appearing through your unbuttoned blouse.

"with the way you've been acting all semester, I don't think I'm going to grant you that privilege."

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"I think you do know." he said with persistence.

"as head girl I think I should-"

he cuts you off with a sharp tone.

"as head girl I don't think you should be talking to me like this. As head girl I don't think you should be in my office after hours, whining because you missed three points on my exam."

"and you know what else? I don't think a proper head girl should be altering her school-issued skirts to make them impossibly shorter. just to tease her professor." he smacks your bare upper thigh and the sound echoes through his cold office.

he grabs you under the arms and lifts you up onto his desk smoothly. he brings himself in between your legs and leaves soft kisses down your neck, starting to unbutton your top teasingly slow.

"please," you whisper, arching your back into him and burying your fingers in his curls. he presses the growing tent in his pants onto your heat, expecting to feel the fabric of your panties. he pulls his head out of your neck and stares at you, his eyes darkening, his chest heaving.

"no panties, really?"

you shake your head and smile up at him.

"mm, naughty girl." you flush under his gaze, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "yeah, look at me like that. look at me how you do during my classes."

he forcefully pulls apart the rest of your blouse and the buttons fly everywhere. he lowers himself down onto his knees, his face directly in front of your bare pussy.

"fuck, I've been dreaming about this." he groans before leaving a soft kiss on your clit, testing you. your hips buck in response.

he licks down one of your lips and up the other, tasting the juices on your outer edges. he groans into your pussy and the vibrations make you moan.

"have you ever been with a real man before baby?" he peers up at you, pushing his tongue into you.

you shake your head erratically and move your hips on his face.

"mm, I'm gonna show you how good you can feel." he holds your thighs down hard to keep you still while he laps at your juices. his hips buck in the air, looking for any friction he can get. you lean back on your elbows and let yourself dissolve in pleasure.

he comes up to you again with swollen and glistening lips. he kisses you feverishly and grinds his hips on your thigh.

"you'll be punished for this later." he rubs his 2 fingers up and down your wet slit "but I'm gonna take care of you now, okay?"

you nod against his forehead and he flashes you his charming smile. you squirm when he cautiously slips a finger in and out of you, trying to prepare you for his already very hard cock.

"what if somebody hears?" you hook an arm around his neck and whisper.

"don't worry about it." he replies and slips another finger in you. he feels all around your gummy walls, curling his fingers just right inside you.

"please fuck me," you whimper and grasp onto his wrist.

"you think you're ready now?"

"yes, sir, please!" you grind into him and feel his knuckles against your skin.

you let out a breath when he backed away from you completely, losing all of his warmth.

"tsk, the head girl wants her professors dick. that's not very appropriate, is it?" he shook his head at you, undoing his belt without breaking eye contact.

"I know," you whine, reaching your arms out for him again. he slips his maroon sweater over his head and stands bare in front of you.

he stalks up to you, but doesn't touch you.

"are you sure you want this?"

"yes, yes sir," you tremble weakly, your hands running all over his bare skin. he finally puts his rough hands on you again, feeling down the shape of your body. he leaves one hand on your hip and the other goes to stroking his throbbing cock.

"call me luigi." he says before lining his tip up to your entrance.

he slips the tip in, eyes dark looking into yours. you suck a breath in.

"oh, luigi," you test the waters. at the sound of your sweet voice saying his name, his hips jerk uncontrollably into you.

his cock goes all the way into you, his hips completely flush against yours. he stretches you out so well, your pussy pulsing around him as you adjust to his length.

"you've never had a dick this big before, hm?" he groans, feeling you gripping onto him like a vice. he can barely control himself, trying not to pound into you too hard, or cum too quick.

but you make it nearly impossible for him to not cum prematurely.

he picks up his pace, bringing himself completely in and out with every thrust.

"fuck, you feel incredible baby," he groans, his head falling into your neck, where he plants soft kisses. "I'm not gonna last long."

"you've worked so hard to please me. mmm, my head girl, my good girl." he growls the last part, feeling your pussy flutter when he praises you. he wraps both of his arms around your waist and thrusts into you erratically.

his dominant demeanor was gone now, dissolved into complete bliss. he whispered your name repeatedly like a spell.

"oh, luigi," you whine, whole body bouncing with each thrust. with each thrust, his lower abdomen hits your clit, making your brain even more fuzzy.

"Luigi, oh my god!" you nearly scream as your orgasm shocks you, making you cream unexpectedly on his cock. you arch into him and wrap your legs tight around him. you tremble as he keeps fucking into you.

"cum on your professor's cock. atta girl." he groans into your skin, also nearing his orgasm. he can barely keep his dick inside you as you grip him impossibly tighter. your liquids drip down on his cold wooden desk.

"I'm gonna cum," he whimpers, screwing his eyes shut.

"I want your cum luigi. cum on me, cum on your students uniform." you gasp.

"oh fuck," he pulls out and sputters of his cum land on your uniform skirt, pussy, and thighs. "shit." he shakes his head, looking down at you in disbelief, panting and covered in his cum. he kisses you again, more delicate this time.

"I've never cum that fast in my life." he says against your lips. you giggle in response, in awe of him.

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[itacats]

In His Steady Hands

FT: Soap x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, emotional avoidance, self-doubt, and minor descriptions of panic. Themes of vulnerability and emotional healing.

SUM: You’ve been avoiding Soap, hiding behind excuses to mask the fear of vulnerability and exposing the cracks within you. But while you retreat into your shell, Soap refuses to let you slip away. Determined and patient, he’s ready to confront the silence and help you face what you’ve been running from—no matter how many walls you’ve built.

A/N: Writing this chapter was an emotional rollercoaster! 🌀💛 Soap's resilience truly shines here, and I hope it resonates with you as much as it did with me. Let’s face those walls together! 💪

In His Steady Hands Masterlist

Part 5: Avoidance & Determination

The days slip by, one blending seamlessly into the next, until weeks have passed in a blur of silent excuses. You don’t mean for it to happen, but it does. Each time Soap reaches out—whether it’s a simple text or a call that’s been lingering in your notifications—you tell yourself just one more day. One more day, and you’ll be okay. You’ll be ready. But the truth is, you never feel ready. Every invitation to hang out, every attempt to connect, is met with a hastily constructed excuse—work, studies, something vague but plausible enough to hide behind. You tell yourself you’re busy, that there’s too much going on, even though inside, you know that’s not the real reason.

It’s the fear, gnawing at your insides, that keeps you pulling away. The fear of revealing the parts of yourself you keep locked away, the darkness that looms over you, invisible yet ever-present. You’re not sure how to explain it, let alone live with it, and the thought of Soap seeing you— seeing you as you really are—raw, exposed, unfiltered—sends a shiver of dread through you.

Each excuse feels like a small victory, a shield you can hide behind for just a little longer. But every time you send another text or leave another message unread, you feel the weight of it pressing down on you. A silent suffocation that coils around your chest, tightening with every missed connection. You try to convince yourself it’s for the best, that it’s easier this way, but the truth is, it feels like you’re suffocating in a way that no amount of distance can solve. The loneliness creeps in, thick and suffocating, and yet you still push it away, afraid to face what’s underneath.

In the quiet of your apartment, there’s a restlessness that gnaws at you. The silence is too loud, and the empty space around you too heavy. You’ve distanced yourself from everyone and everything, but in doing so, you’ve trapped yourself in your own mind. And with every missed connection, you feel the gap between you and Soap widening. He’s reaching out, but you can’t bring yourself to answer, to let him see anymore of the cracks in your armor. The armor that, with each passing day, feels more like a cage.

The worst part is the guilt that comes with it—the feeling that you’re not just protecting yourself, but pushing him away. You know he deserves better than this, than the version of yourself you’re hiding. But still, the fear lingers, stronger than anything else. The fear of vulnerability, of revealing the truth. What if he doesn’t understand? What if he sees you as broken? It’s easier to be distant, to hide, to let the space between you grow until it feels impossible to close.

And yet, as the days stretch on, the emptiness only deepens. You miss him—his laughter, the warmth of his presence—but the thought of reaching out fills you with anxiety. You’ve built this wall, brick by brick, and now it feels impossible to tear it down. Each day, you retreat further into yourself, and with every step backward, you wonder how much longer you can keep running from what’s inside.

The silence, the avoidance, never feels like freedom. It feels like a trap. One you’ve set for yourself, and the walls are closing in tighter with each passing second. The fear of raw vulnerability is a constant companion, and you can’t shake it. So, you hide. And the space between you and Soap becomes a chasm, one that grows wider the more you try to avoid it. You want to reach out, to bridge the gap, but the fear keeps you paralyzed, rooted in your own self-doubt.

Each day, the weight of it becomes heavier. But you can’t stop. You don’t know how to stop.

The silence between you and Soap stretches longer each day. Every text you ignore, every excuse you make, only deepens the gap between you. Soap knows something’s wrong—he can feel it in the air between you both, a heavy, unspoken tension that hangs over every interaction. But each time he reaches out, each time he extends a hand, you pull back.

He can’t help but replay the events of the gala over and over in his mind. The glittering lights, the laughter, the way you seemed so out of place in that glittering world. He remembers the way your face had flushed with stress, the tension in your body like you were fighting a battle no one else could see. He recalls how quickly you slipped away into the bathroom, how he stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do.

When he found you, he was hit with the sight of you—shaky, vulnerable, isolated in that pristine space. You weren’t the confident person he had come to know. Instead, you were wrapped in panic, eyes darting, your body trembling as you tried to compose yourself.

And then there was the mirror.

Soap’s mind lingers on that broken reflection. The crack that spidered across the surface had been sharp and sudden in the otherwise quiet room. He'd rushed to you, but you’d been quick to shut him down, retreating even further into yourself. The tension had been thick enough to cut with a knife.

At the time, Soap didn’t know what to say. Confusion, worry, and helplessness swirled within him, and he could see that you were spiraling. The cracks in the mirror had been symbolic in his mind—of something broken, something not immediately repairable. But the real fracture was in you. Something deeper, something painful.

In the days following, Soap’s frustration grew. It gnawed at him, relentless and insistent. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you were retreating into a dark corner of yourself, and he was powerless to pull you out of it. The helplessness crept in, and he had to admit to himself that he didn’t understand what you were going through. He didn’t know how to help you, or how to break through the walls you’d built.

But what he did know was that he couldn’t let you slip away. Not like this. Not without trying.

So, Soap did what he did best—he sought answers. He reached out to mutual friends, quietly gathering their thoughts, hoping they could provide some clarity. With each conversation, a bit more of the puzzle came together, but it was still incomplete. He didn’t have the whole picture, but one thing was becoming clear: you were battling something that kept you locked away, something that kept you from fully connecting. And every time he tried to get close, you shut him out.

A quiet determination started to take root in Soap. He didn’t fully know what was going on beneath the surface, but he wasn’t going to give up on you. He wasn’t going to let you push him away. Maybe he didn’t have all the answers yet, but he was going to find a way to help. He wasn’t going to let the silence drag on like this.

With his resolve firm, Soap decided he would confront you–in a manner of speaking. No more waiting for you to come around. No more wondering if you were ever going to open up. He would be there when you were ready—steadfast, unrelenting, and most of all, patient.

As he gathered his thoughts, Soap knew one thing for sure: whatever walls you had built, he was going to break through them, even if it meant fighting against your resistance. He wasn’t going to let you suffer alone in silence anymore.

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[kumraa]

“Whats the worst that could happen?!”

She asks swinging her arms around. Her voice echoing through the empty castle we have recently reached. It takes a strong will for me to not clench my sword. She doesn’t know a thing about it. She can’t learn a thing about it. It is impossible for me to talk about it and ignorance is the bliss i let them live in.

“Do not speak of things you don’t know you idiot child.” I clench the tilt of my sword. “Have I not taught you that?”

[screechingfromthevoid]

I think the kids are waiting at the sun tree. They've never really done that before. Sleeping by the sun tree. But as they watched their parents and their friends disappear, with fear in their eyes, it was a day full of firsts.

Wolfe ends up running off in a sort of fit. Leona runs after him. They both feel more at home in the woods. They probably went there to calm down. Vesper, as the oldest, decided she needed to get some things in order. Just in case.

And Gwen was going to leave, sneak into her father's office, past all his traps and rigging, until she notices Vax just standing there. Staring at the seams in the bark that aren't really there. She watched him collapse, sitting crisscross on the roots.

So she stayed. She sat next to her big brother, close and leaning on him. Though, she wasn't there looking for support. She had watched his cocky, teenage attitude melt away into a panic. Vax'ildan was panicking.

"They'll be okay," she told him. "They're the heros of the realm. They'll save uncle Vax and the world and come home." She sounded so sure. He had to believe she was right.

They stay there though. For hours. It might have been the most time the pair ever spent with each other. The sun starts wane and their home turns golden and their parents aren't back yet.

Leona and Wolfe come back, their faces red and a little dirty. They hadn't even taken their leathers off. Like they were going home when they saw their siblings still waiting. They flank their siblings, Leona wrapping an arm around Vax's shoulder and Wolfe taking Gwen's hand. Also contented to wait.

The sky is purple by the time Vesper came with blankets, pillows, and large boxes from The Slayer's Cakes. She had all of her siblings favorites picked out. Trinket 's bear claws for Leona. Sun treats for Gwendolyn. Trayon's Blondies for Vax. Keyleth 's almond bark for Wolfe. And her own personal favorite Everlight-as-Air Scones. She brought enough to count as dinner. She wasn't their head of household. She was their big sister. She didn't need to make sure they ate well or went to bed on time. That wasn't her job. Not yet.

The stars were out that night for them, granting them the family time that they desperately needed. They laughed and stole each other's pastries. They danced around any subject related to parents or their aunts and uncles away. Hunting and tinkering and spying were all fair game. The twins fought, Vax'ildan rolled his eyes and they got him to smile. Gwen listened carefully. Vesper counted the hours since their parents left.

She thought the sun might rise and they'd never see them again. She thought they would have to gather their things in the morning sun and start their new lives emerging from the roots on the sun trees. She thought-

The bark of the sun tree cracked and groaned as it split. All of the De Rolo children held their breaths. Aunt Pike, Uncle Scanlan (in centaur form?), the ashari man, Uncle Grog, a very beautiful and very scary elf woman.

Then father. Then mother hanging on the arm of a strange man they recognized immediately.

[daenysx]

good morning

[nonsensechemicals]

crying whenever i talk about Cookie9 because all my friends have these interesting and unique theories on them while i take everything too literally and they all just stare at me like “dude… uuugh we r TIRED” <-they dont actually say this they are very kind to me but i can Feel It

[reel-fear]

Susie designs that have her as a black woman >>>>

Susie designs that have her plus sized >>>>>>>

Susie designs that have her with freckles, stretch marks, with scars or crooked, wide or hooked noses >>>>>>>>>>>>>

Versions of Susie that struggle with her self image due to not looking like the spitting image of an "ideal woman" that existed in the 1930's >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

VERSIONS OF SUSIE THAT TIE ALL THAT INTO HER NEED TO BECOME ALICE ANGEL, WHOSE OBSESSION WITH ALICE COMES FROM ALICE FITTING THOSE BEAUTY STANDARDS BETTER THAN SHE DOES. HOW SHE WOULD DIE TO BE AS "BEAUTIFUL" AS ALICE AND NEEDS TO LEARN THAT SHE IS, TO BE ABLE TO MOVE ON FROM JOEY CONVINCING HER SHE WASN'T!! >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Versions of Susie who do some or all of the above but don't demonize Allison when they do it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[cloudd-nyne]

To people @ ing me and like. Just in general trying to involve me: i love you, im sorry im very bad at engaging and replying rn my social abilities are basically dead i genuinely love and appreciate it so so much yes you reading this i appreciate YOU so much plz do not think i hate you i swear i do not i just. Suck at soical anything rn. Replying to messages is hard. Reblog games are hard. Reading fic is *extremely* hard right now.

I know i sound like a dick bc i come on here and gush and post tons about my ideas and ships and i should be giving back if i want engagement. I know this. Im trying i swear. I appreciate you all. A lot.

[adore-gregor]

i did okay i guess

[koka-mi]

Can y'all guess what these untitled documents are of

[hopefulqueer]

I'm starting to think the reason I'm not as good of a writer as I want to be is because I like writing more than I like reading.