#they’re not super thought through or anything i was just doing whatever felt right

[acrobattack]

throws fankids at you and runs

[darnell-la]

I love your writing so much and I have mad respect for the quality and quantity of your work. Those often don’t go together but you must be superhuman

Anyway, I’ve seen a few fics around about Logan in a rut (which I absolutely love) but what if it was the other way around?

I imagine being on a mission with him and you are some sort of animal hybrid. You get hears but take suppressants normally but one night you start to feel it but have run out of pills

Not a super openly needy !reader and possibly even superficial “enemies” with Logan and you are very stubborn

note: Logan Howlett loves himself a little animal he can ruin.

———

“Have you heard about y/n?” Hank asked Logan as Logan walked through the lab doors. “Nah,” Logan said plainly as he walked towards the cabinets for sleeping pills Hank had made for him to ease his sleep a bit.

“So, you know how she’s quite literally an animal in a human's body, right?” Hank asked, making Logan hum, because he couldn’t care less about anything that had to do with her.

“Well, she’s going through a rut,” Hank slightly whispered, speaking as if that was a bad secret he should’ve kept to himself, and he should’ve.

Logan snapped his head towards the man, eyes widened and eyebrows scrunched. “What do you mean by rut?” Logan asked, already having an idea about what the beast meant.

“You know — Mating season. The professor had me make some pills for her a few weeks ago, and y/n already ran out of them. That’s why I’m making more right now,” Hank said, having no idea what he just awoke in Logan.

“Ran out?” Logan asked. “Yep — Guess they’re not strong enough so she took double or triple of what I prescribed to her,” Hank replied as Logan thought to himself.

The man’s mind had run wild, not thinking he’d ever feel this cocky or needing to tease y/n about this.

“How come I didn’t know about this?” Logan asked. “Oh, I didn’t know you didn’t know. Mostly everyone in the house knows about this, so I don’t see a problem with you knowing,”

Logan hummed with a nod before he left the lab, completely forgetting and not caring about the pills anymore. He had some things to do.

For the past hour, Logan had been setting up to get to y/n. When it came to making her mad, he was quick with thinking and doing whatever he needed, but teasing? He knew this would feel better.

The man had taken a long and nice shower, making sure the soap he used had a strong smell to it. Afterwards, he got out and lotioned down which he never does. Maybe his hands, but never his whole body.

When he got dressed, he dressed in normal blue jeans with a nice thick and heavy leather belt. He matched his undershirt with a white tank top that was a bit tight on him.

Logan was known for using a bit of cologne, maybe a smell more in the manly side, but today he wore a cologne Scott had given him for his birthday. “That shit you always wear scares the woman away. It’s too strong,” he remembered the man’s words.

After Logan was all done up for y/n, ready to start his evil torment, he walked out of his room and made his way downstairs towards the living that y/n was always in.

The man had entered the room, giving y/n no eye contact as he sat down on the sofa he’s always on, making sure to let out a louder groan the usual.

Y/n was confused about who had just walked into before she looked up from her phone to see Logan. She’s never smelled him or anyone this way? Why does he smell so clean and good?

Logan grabbed the remote that was on the arm of his sofa and clicked through a few channels until he found a good movie. A very sexual move that he was not really into, but he knew they had a lot of explicit parts.

Long and hard minutes and buy for y/n. The smell of the man and the sounds of the movie only made the time go by slowly. She prayed she could handle whatever she felt, but she would soon break.

“What are you even watching, Logan? Like seriously?” Y/n asked, a hint of anger in her voice, but she tried not to make it seem that way. She had told almost everyone in the mansion about her rut, but not Logan. She didn’t want him to know something like that of her.

“Nothin’ sweetheart,” Logan said in his normal tone, but for some reason, that sent a shock through y/n’s body. “Well, could you maybe put something else on? Ian tryna listen to all that,” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“Why not? We’re all adults here,” Logan argued back which y/n hated a bit more at this time. “You’re a fucking dick, you know?” Y/n sighed as she shifted on the couch.

“Oh, and why is that? Can’t handle a bit of porn?” Logan asked as he looked at the going lady. He knew his plan was working. Watching her this uncomfortable was far better than arguing with her.

“Whatever, Logan, just- Just shut the fuck up,” y/n cussed, feeling more annoyed and bothered than ever at the man. If she hated him so much, why did she feel this way? She didn’t know, and it bothered her. It bothered how much he got under her skin with little things.

“By the way, the professor has a mission for us in an hour, so if you needed to get dressed and shower, do it now. Don’t needa be late because of you,” y/n said, making the man chuckle. He knew what she was trying to do, and she failed.

“Already showered and dressed, Bub,” Logan replied, which made her roll her eyes again. She wanted to cuss him out and demand him to do something about his smell and look, but she stayed calm. She had to, or else, he’d know.

“Do we seriously have to stay in this fuckin’ hotel? We’re only a few hours or so away from the mansion. Our plane can fly that itself,” y/n said as Logan opened the door to a semi-expensive hotel room.

Logan told the professor that he and y/n were pretty beat up tonight, and needed time to sleep before they flew back.

Of course, since the professor saw no problem in it, he didn’t read Logan’s mind and saw he was lying. He just called the hotel and told them a couple of X-men needed a place to stay. The hotel had no problem with giving the two their best room.

“Are you serious? A fuckin’ one bed!? You’re sleeping in the voice,” y/n said, thinking Logan wouldn’t argue about it like anything other time, but tonight he did for specific reasons.

“I’m sleepin’ comfortable tonight, princess, so if you’re too childish to share the bed, lay on the couch yourself,” Logan said, knowing she would be er do that. She loved a soft bed.

“Fuck you,” she cussed before placing her luggage down to go through it and see what she had for tonight. She felt bad for how much language she had used today, but she couldn’t help it. She was furious.

“Fuck!” She cussed once again as she went through her bag, only finding an extra suit, underwear, and bra. She thought she’d be home by now, and not in a fancy hotel with one bed to sleep in with Logan.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked as he sat in the bed, taking his shirt off that y/n hadn’t seen yet. “Don’t have any close to sleep in,” she said with a hint of anger that she tried to hide.

“Just use mine. Ain’t that hard,” she said as he went through his luggage to pull out a large shirt he had sprayed with some cologne earlier today. He planned well.

“Thank you, I guess,” y/n said as she turned around to grab the shirt. When she did, she froze, seeing Logan’s whole upper body on display. He’s always walking around the mansion shirtless when the kids aren’t there, but tonight, she actually felt bothered by it.

“God, put a shirt on,” y/n tried covering her stare up before she yanked his shirt away. “Can’t do that — You took my sleep shirt,” he smirked to himself as her head dropped.

“What do you mean, Logan?” She asked with a sigh. “Hey, you’re the one who ain’t being shit, so done get mad at me,” Logan said as he unbuckled his belt. That sound made her heart pump.

“You didn’t bring an extra!?” She asked. “Either you wear the shirt, or you wear nothing. I don’t mind taking my shirt back,” she said. She caught his slight flirty comment, and she really wanted to reject him, but couldn’t.

“Whatever,” y/n said before getting up quickly to head to the bathroom before Logan took his jeans off. She couldn’t stick around for it. She didn’t want to test her strength tonight.

“Look, I don’t know what making you pissy today, but fuckin’ cut it, alright?” Logan said as he dried himself off. “You’re making me pissy!” Y/n yelled at the man after she flopped on the bed.

“Yeah? And why is that? I haven’t done shit or even said shit to you all day,” Logan said, already knowing what was wrong with her. He could barely keep his smirks together.

“Logan, can you please just dry off and change in the bathroom like I did? Is that so hard?” She asked as he dried his hair. “Kinda,” he said, making the girl sigh with a mentally painful whine.

“I heard you’re going through your little rut, but it shouldn’t be this bad. Like c’mon. You can’t game a bit of smell and skin?” Logan chuckled, making y/n snap her head towards him.

“You know about that?” She asked, not knowing if she should feel embarrassed or be upset at the man. “Yeah — Ain’t too hard to see either,” the man smirked as she got up from the bed.

“You know I’m going through a fucking rut, and you got us a hotel? With one bed!? And the only thing covering you is a towel? And your shirt smells like this!? — You planned this,” y/n growled.

“Indeed I did, and it’s pretty fun to watch,” Logan said as he put the towel he was drying himself off with, down. The other hung around his waist loosely, making sure his v-line showed.

“Logan, you can’t do that shit. This dangerous!” /n yelled at the man. “Dangerous? How come? Because I’m locked in a room with a woman who needs to rub one out? Oh, so dangerous,” Logan threw his hands in the air.

“No, it’s dangerous for me! I don’t have my pills, a-and it’s just hard to keep himself together,” y/n slightly explained. “Why is it hard? You know if it’s that bad, you can just ask me to help you,” Logan said, feeling a little bad, but not too much.

“In your fucking dreams,” y/n spat, making him laugh. “Don’t think I’m dreamin, Bub,” Logan said as he began to walk towards y/n. “Hey, no! — No! — Stay back!” Y/n yelled at the man as she backed up until her back hit the wall, next to the bed.

“Why? You horny? Can’t have a man close to you or you might devour them?” Logan asked, a few feet away from y/n. Y/n ran for it and jumped on the bed to get over and on the other side, but Logan caught her.

The man grabbed her ankles and pulled her body into his before leaning over her to trap her in between him and the soft bed.

“Just say the words, and I’ll help you, princess,” Logan said, his own animalistic tone breaking through. “No!” Y/n yelled again, only making Logan grind his lower body in between her legs.

“You sure?” He asked as the towel rubbed her clothed cunt. Logan made sure to only bring a shirt, so that would be the only thing she slept in. No sweats and no shirts.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Logan,” y/n tried keeping her moans in as the towel rubbed her harder. “P-Please stop this. We can’t,” y/n said, but Logan wasn’t having it.

“But we can, and you know it,” Logan said into her ear, lips only a few inches away. “Just tell me you want me, and I’ll rock your little word,” the man said slowly, voice almost enchanting.

“Lo,” y/n said, voice trembling at what she really wanted to say. She was too embarrassed to ask the man to touch her. She was also too stubborn. They hated each other, and he’d constantly tease her if she let this happen.

“I can smell you, y/n. Just give in,” Logan said as his hand slowly traced down her body. Y/n panicked and pushed him off, using strength that he’d never felt come fr her before.

Y/n basically backflipped over the bed to get on the other side and away from him. He was getting to her, and she hated how much her body reacted.

“Little girl thinks she can outrun me, hm? Let’s see who’ll get to that door first,” Logan challenged. Before she y/n thought, her feet moved, taking off to run to the door and maybe get out, but she should’ve known better.

Logan had jumped over the bed like an animal on all fours then pushed her up against the door, hard, knocking the wind out of her body.

“Too slow,” Logan's voice was in her ear before she was sung around. She didn’t know how, but she ended up on her back, legs over the man’s shoulders as her head spun.

“Logan, stop this! W-We can’t,” y/n tried crawling back, but the man held her in place with one hand as the other ripped off his towel. Y/n’s eyes widened when she saw the sight of Logan.

“You wanna know a secret?” Logan asked before he ripped y/n’s panties off, earning a yell from her. “I’m always in a rut when I’m around you, but I rub one out to save your pretty little cunt,” Logan said before he spat on his hand and rub it across her folds.

Y/n struggled to get away from the man. His one-hand grip was tight, and the way her legs were over his shoulders, made it harder for her to push back.

Logan wasted no time pushing at y/n’s entrance, moving forward until he filled her with every thick, veiny, long, and leaking inch he had.

“Logan!” Y/n basically screamed as her hand instantly gripped his wrist which held her down and pulled her into him. “Nah uh, get your hands off of me, or I put mine all on you,” Logan threatened.

“Too much- Too much!” Y/n cried out as his hips snapped harder. “That it, y/n, I fuckin’ warned you,” Logan grabbed the young lady and lifted her body. Her legs still stayed over his shoulders, only making the angle harder for her to take him in.

“L-Lo,” y/n stuttered with a broken whine as one of his hands wrapped around her back and the other held her up by one ass cheek, allowing him to spread as much as he could to fit in her further.

“Told you to quit it, but you never listen,” Logan breathed heavily into her head as his hips thrust forward, moving at an incredible pace that made her feel dizzy.

“So fuckin’ tight, I’m definitely coming back to you. Always wanted you anyways,” Logan admitted as he felt her squeeze him at his confession. “You like that, don’t you? Mean old Logan bully you and this pussy,”

“C-Cumming,” was all y/n could get out as she gushed around him. “That’s it, baby — Keep it up, and I’ll fill you twice tonight,” Logan’s hands gripped the woman’s body tighter, leaning mini bruises that probably weren’t going to be too visible, bye who cared? He didn’t. He planned to mark her up tonight to surprise the crew when they got back.

[ateezscupid]

switch yunho x f!reader? 😁

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ✩ 𝗃.𝗒𝗁 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - yunho has a problem, and to solve it, he needs to lose his virginity—to you.

genre + warnings - switch!yunho, switch!reader, non!idol au, college au, vanilla sex, aphrodisiacs used, humping, masturbation, oral, fingering (f receiving), handjob, blowjob, praising, light choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, if i missed anything lmk!

wc - 4.3k (?)

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna

a/n - I JUST REALIZED MY TUMBLR GLITCHED WHEN I POSTED THIS? i missed an entire part, oh my god.

“dude, hongjoong just gave me these weirdo blue cookies.” mingi shoved the box toward yunho.

“what the hell? i’d expect that type of shit from wooyoung, not joong.” yunho laughed as he plopped onto the couch. mingi walked over and sat down next to him, handing him the box.

“apparently they’re cookies that make you super horny. i don’t get why hongjoong needed them though since he’s…not dating anyone. and he doesn’t even have anyone to hookup with. i guess delusion is what keeps him going.” mingi chuckles to himself as he leans back.

“cookies that make you horny… like aphrodisiacs? dudee, we should put some of these in yeosang’s lunch box tomorrow. he’s gonna need them for his girlfriend!”

“does his girlfriend even know what he looks like without clothes on?” mingi raised an eyebrow.

“i dunno, but he needs them.” yunho sat the box of cookies on the coffee table and groaned loudly, leaning back on the couch so much he almost slid off.

“i’m so bored, there’s nothing to do.”

“well, i have something to do.” mingi cackled quietly. “this girl in my math class invited me over to study for a test we have tomorrow and i already know we’re gonna hookup. i’m bringing three condoms just in case.”

“why the hell do you need three condoms if you’re only going one round?” yunho asked him. he was so innocent.

“who goes only one round? i’m not surprised; you’re not familiar with stuff like that since you are a virgin. there’s not one girl in this school who’s willing to get laid by you.”

“i—i don’t wanna have sex with a random person! that’s a you thing, mingi. not a me thing.” yunho sighed.

“im just saying!” mingi stood. “why don’t you call your tutor over? what’s her name…y/n? you have a fat crush on her, invite her over and you’ll be fine.”

“if i invite her over here, she’s gonna force me to do work and i’m not in the working mood right now. i wanna lay down and binge watch cringey reality tv shows.” yunho rolled his eyes. mingi shrugs and turns around, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

“well, if you do change your mind and invite her over, don’t do it on my bed. i just washed my sheets and i don’t want there to be cum stains or whatever.”

“dude, shut up!” yunho through a balled up piece of paper at him. mingi stuck his tongue out then left the dorm, leaving yunho alone.

he stares at the cookie box on the table and ponders. the box looked really beaten up and old, and when he shook it, it didn’t sound like there were many inside of the box. maybe mingi was playing a prank on him or something. yunho thought aphrodisiacs expired in 2010, but he was clearly wrong.

he picks up the box of cookies and opens it. the cookies were blue, not surprising. they did seem a title hard, but he didn’t know if it was because of the aphrodisiacs or if it was because the cookies were old. there wasn’t even an expiration date on the box.

“blue cookies…” yunho repeated to himself as if he didn’t believe it. “blue cookies that make you horny. he must be joking.”

so, out of curiosity, yunho digs his hand inside and takes out six cookies. he sits the box back on the cookie table and looks at the cookies in his hand. they did look delicious, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s eaten something stale or expired. plus, he was craving cookies.

without hesitation, yunho eats the cookies one by one. he couldn’t tell if the aphrodisiacs had done something to him or not. he felt fine, and his body temperature remained normal. yunho chuckled to himself and shook his head, standing up and walking to his bedroom. he really just ate cheap cookies that hongjoong gave him and mingi. he knew it was too good to be true.

yh: hey hongjoong, whered you get those blue cookies from they were good

hj: blue cookies? idk what you’re talking abt

yh: mingi said you gave him horny blue cookies? dude he told me earlier

hj: huuhhhh

hj: OHHHHH THOSE COOKIES

yh: YEAH THOSE COOKIES whered you get them from they were good

hj: … you ate them?

yh: they’re cookies, wtf am i supposed to do

hj: yunho those are aphrodisiac cookies they’re gonna make u hard as hell for hours

yh: mingi told me that too but i’m fine

hj: dude omg these cookies are different, u don’t feel it right away how many did you eat

yh: like 5 or 6

hj: i’m gonna fucking kill tou

yh: YOU CANT EVEN SPELL HOW ARE YOU GONNA KILL ME

hj: YOU WERE ONLY SUPPOSED TO EAT ONE, ONE IS ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU HORNY AS HELL OH MY GOD

yh: ohhh

yh: did i do a bad

hj: i’m gonna hurt you

yh: so basically what ur saying is i’m fine

hj: what i’m saying is you need to find someone to fuck, otherwise ur gonna be horny for days dude and that’s not good

yh: who the hell am i gonna fuck?? i’m a virgin im sure nobody wants me

yh: hongjoong?

yh: OH MY GOD ANSWER YOUR PHONE

yunho sighed to himself and threw his phone. he was starting to feel the effects of the aphrodisiac and knew he was in trouble. not only that, but he called you and asked if you come come over to help him study. he couldn’t study while being rock hard, he’d be distracted. that, and he’d be sneaking glances down your shirt whenever he could.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he mumbled to himself and stands up, walking to the corner he threw his phone in and picking it up. 5:50. he knew mingi would be gone for a long time, and you were coming in ten minutes. he had time.

yunho kept checking the time while he walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and pulling down his pants and boxers. he shuddered just from the fabric sliding off his cock. he was that sensitive.

now he needed something to think about. he could’ve just jerked off and came right away, considering how sensitive he was, but he preferred thinking about something that would normally get him turned on. so, he thought about you.

yunho closed his eyes, wrapping his hand around his cock and flinching at the feeling. he couldn’t even stand the feel of his own hand without feeling the urge to cum. he knew it was going to be a long night.

he brings his hand up to his tip. he runs his thumb across the tip, leaning forward slightly and cursing under his breath. he needed more. his hand obviously felt good, but not good enough. he looks around the bathroom for anything that could help him, and sees his towel hanging on the shower rod.

yunho grabs it then leaves his bathroom. he shuffles back over to his bed and places the towel down, getting on top and aligning his hips. he places a pillow in front of him and lays down it, beginning to push and pull his hips like a mad man.

his fingers desperately gripped the bed sheets for some sort of support as he tried relieving himself. he already felt himself wanting to cum onto the towel, and all he was doing was thinking of you.

from your pretty eyes to your chest, where’d he’s sneak glances down your shirt from time to time. he’s always wondered what it would be like to just touch you. it didn’t matter in what way, he just needed his skin to be in contact with yours. your skin was so soft, and you always smelled like really expensive perfume. your smell was infecting him and he had no complaints.

“please, oh fuck, please…” he whines into the pillow in front of him, gripping the bed sheets the tightest he possibly could. he felt himself beginning to burst already, all he needed were a few more thrusts and he’d be good to go.

and he was right. a few more thrusts. a few more thrusts caused yunho to explode on the towel, his cum splattering onto it as he mewled into the pillow. his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. he needed that, but yet, he still needed more. he still felt hot.

so, he had no other choice but to force himself back down onto the pillow and continue thrusting. he obviously couldn’t ignore the overstimulation he felt, but he was willing to go through anything just to get rid of this feeling. as good as it made him feel, it was painful. the entire time, he was wondering how you would touch him. he couldn’t lie. he’s fantasized about you two doing intimate things a lot. so much so, sometimes he wouldn’t be able to focus during some tutoring session.

would you have palmed him through his pants? god, he could see you doing it. moving your soft, gentle hands over his bulge, rubbing your thumb over the wet spot in his boxers from his pre-cum. using your fingers to hold his cock and stroke his cock roughly. he could’ve came from these thoughts alone.

what if you had taken off your shirt in front of him? unbuttoning your favorite button up and letting him fondle your breasts. every glance he snuck down your shirt made him want you even more each time. your breasts were so pretty to him. he wanted to suck on them just once. he wished somebody you’d be in his bed, your hand in his pants or the other way around. god, he didn’t know if he wanted to pin you down, or if he wanted you to pin him down.

yunho came a good two more times before you arrived in front of his dorm room. he immediately jumps up, pulling his boxers and shorts up then sprinting to the door. but he needed to calm himself down. his face had sex splattered all over it, or he had the face of someone who had just eaten two jars of aphrodisiac cookies. speaking of the cookies, he may or may not have eaten two more just for the fun of it.

and in the heat of the moment.

there weren’t any words to describe the feeling he had. he was so sensitive, he could barely move but he tried his hardest. he opens the door and looks you up and down, not realizing he licked his lips at the sight of you.

“um, okay? i guess that’s a nice way to greet me.” you nod and walk past him, placing your backpack on the couch then sitting down next to it.

“i didn’t bring anything because i know you have some old worksheets somewhere. and you still have a computer,” you point at the one on the tv stand. “so we can use your computer instead of me going back to my dorm to get mine!”

“i’m, um,” yunho was definitely listening to you, but everything was registering to him slowly. “uh, uh, yeah! yeah,”

“you good? you’re sweating a whole lot and-“

“i’m fine! could never be better! you want a water? i’ll get you a water, you look thirsty! and uh, uh, i’ll get you an orange. we have oranges! you want an orange?”

“yunho, it’s fine. i brought my own-“

“i’ll get you an orange!” and with that, he rushes to the kitchen. he waits for you to avert your attention away from him before he rushes into the pantry. judging his behavior, something was wrong with him. you pat your hands on your knees and bite your lip. it shouldn’t take this long to get a drink.

when looking around the looking room, you notice a box on the ground. you stand and walk over to it, picking it up and looking inside of it. the box had a few cookies in it. you wanted to eat one but wanted to ask yunho. but before you even had the chance to do that, you saw the name on the box and heard a noise from the pantry.

“aphrodisiac cookies…” you mumble to yourself then whip your head toward the pantry. those weren’t just random noises, those were moans. you facepalmed.

“is he really jerking off in the pantry…” you shake your head and drop the box of cookies, walking into yunho’s kitchen and opening the door to the pantry. you couldn’t have been any more correct. he was leaning against the wall, pants down to knees and his hand wrapped around his cock. he was too caught up to realize you were standing right there.

“jeong yunho!” you yelled his name, causing him to jump and look at you. “how many of those fucking cookies did you eat?”

“i-i—look, i didn’t know those cookies were gonna make me horny! i-i thought they were regular cookies! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame hongjoong!—“

“that’s not what i asked you. i asked you how many cookies you’ve had.” you squint your eyes.

“i-i had like—six or eight? i don’t know, i can’t remember, i feel like i’m gonna burst. y/n please help, everything hurts—“

“i…” you groan and pull him out of the pantry. he rushed to pull his shorts up as you dragged him toward his room, though he didn’t have to since they were gonna be off in the next few minutes.

“you really have me sucking you off because you ate some damn drug cookies.” you scratch your head and push him onto the bed.

“stop talking and do something, please,” he begs. your eyes trail down his body and make it to his cock. one thing was for sure, he was big. “fuck, did you always smell this good? you smell really good.”

“i didn’t even put on perfume today, what are you smelling?” you say as your hand moves against his cock softly, fingers poking his tip. his entire body tensed from the feeling.

“i smell everything. y/n, stop teasing me and do something, i feel like i’m gonna die! i could die! i-i could die if we don’t do anything!”

“jeong yunho, i will leave you in this bedroom with blue balls if you don’t shut up.” you stare him dead in the eyes and immediately curl your fingers around his cock. yunho lurched forward and moaned loudly, thighs shaking and his lips trembling.

“fuck fuck fuck, i’m gonna-“ he came all over your hand. you backed up a bit since you didn’t want any to get on your shirt.

“yunho, i didn’t even move my hand yet.” you sigh and take your hand off of him, bringing it up to your mouth and licking the cum off of it. “i assume that’s all you needed, right?—“

“that’s not even the only time i’ve cum, please. i really can’t- i just- please let me feel you.” he reached his hand out and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer and making you straddle him. he wraps his arms around your waist and begins kissing you all over your neck and chest.

“yunho, calm down-“

“cant, i need you, please…” he dug his nails into your shirt, whimpering quietly with each kiss he gave you.

“okay yunho, okay. what do you want me to do? or, what do you wanna do to me?”

without saying a word, he turns around on the bed and throws you down. his hands ran all over your body. god, he couldn’t get over how soft your skin was. he was so obsessed with you in the best way possible. his hands move underneath your shirt and he starts fondling your breasts, his thumbs pressing down on your nipples.

you held onto his wrist for a few moments until he went down your body and started unbuckling your jeans. once down, he pulls them down and throws them elsewhere before diving in between your legs. he didn’t bother taking your underwear off. he pushed them to the side and dove in, lips attached to your clit.

“holy fu—“ a tingling sensation coursed through your body. yunho made sure to look up a few times to catch your expression change. this was way better than what he’s been thinking about.

“y-yunho, slow down! f-fuck, i’m not going—oh my god,” you couldn’t even form a full sentence. having him stick his tongue between your folds made you spill incoherent words out of your mouth. he had you wondering how many other women he’s been with to be this good. but, it couldn’t have been many women? you could’ve sworn he was a virgin? unless he was lying.

“please, yunho please,” you begged, hands tangled in his hair. “fuck, i’m gonna cum…”

“please do it.” he mumbles against your clit. the pleasure had become too much and you literally exploded on his face, back arching off of the sheets with your face scrunching from the power of your orgasm. but even after cumming, he still needed more from you.

he throws your legs over his shoulders and locks his arms around them, attempting to hold you still while he continued eating you out. he just never caught a break. you were sensitive after your orgasm and knew he was going to overstimulate the hell out of you. you pushed his head back and stared at him for a moment. just looking into his eyes, you could tell he was desperate.

“how…fuck,” you had to catch your breath before speaking. “how many girls did you have to sleep with for you to be able to do that…”

“none.” he said quickly, bringing his hand up and sticking two fingers inside of you without warning. your body jolted and you looked down at his fingers, moaning softly due to the feeling. “can you squirt? i wanna see if you can squirt.”

“y-yunho, wait—“ your thighs begin to shake as yunho hums against your thigh, fingers moving at an accelerated pace. he wanted to make you cum, he wanted you to cum on his fingers so he knew he was doing a good job. yunho could tell you were close because of your moans growing louder and louder.

“f-faster, please!” you cry out. he did so without hesitation, curling his fingers to press on your g-spot. just by that one action, the knot in your stomach begins to unravel. you feel yourself beat up as your thighs clench around his face, trapping him between them as a large amount of liquid left your body. he helped you through your orgasm by moving his fingers faster, his free hand on your stomach to feel you.

once you came down from your high, he took his fingers out of you and sucked on them. he crawls up and kissed you, littering your face and neck with kisses. while he wasn’t looking, you use your hand to grab his cock, gently rubbing his tip and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“y/n, y/n wait…” he whined, falling back on the bed and grabbing a pillow. he wraps his arms around it and hugs it. his pretty moans mixed with the slick, wet sounds coming from him rang in your ears. and you couldn’t get enough of it. it only encouraged you to move your hand faster. you smile and get on top of him, now using both hands.

“p-please, let me inside.” his hips were between your legs when you straddled him, his erection rubbing against your heat. you needed a few seconds to calm your body down before realizing what he meant.

“uh uh, my turn.” you hold onto his shoulders and use every muscle in your body to flip him over. he was on his back and you were on top of him.

“let me suck you off, then i’ll let you in.”

“please, fuck, i can’t wait any longer just-“

you put a finger to his lips. he shuts up immediately and watched as you go down his body, leaving kisses wherever you could. once his cock was right in front of your face, you couldn’t help but give it a small lick. he shuddered from your action.

“fuck, how sensitive are you?” you chuckle, now bringing your hand to wrap around his length. he didn’t bother answering. he threw his head back and groaned, his cock twitching in your hand.

the sight before him could’ve made him cum on the spot. seeing you lay between his legs, your feet swinging back and forth behind you, and the arch of your back made him hornier. you could feel his gaze on you as you licked all along his erection, giggling softly and sending vibrations through his body.

he completely melted in your touch, his groans echoing throughout the bedroom. he was using everything in him not to cum on the spot. you couldn’t lie, he tasted amazing. you’d do this all day if he let you.

“f-fuck, your mouth…i love your mouth, s’good…” he whimpers while sitting up on his elbows, head thrown back and his cock twitching constantly in your mouth. you gently take him out of your mouth and kiss his tip gently, now moving your hands to bring him closer to the edge.

“are you gonna cum? is my pretty boy gonna cum?” you smile. you stared at yunho intently, watching his body break down from the overstimulation. it wasn’t surprising since he said he’s came more than five times today.

“please,” he begged. “f-faster, let me cu—f-fuck, please! please please please,” his cheeks were flushed, and you couldn’t help but coo.

“go ahead and cum, pretty.” his hips violently thrust into your hand. those cookies were doing so much to him, he couldn’t focus.

“f-fuck!” he cries out. “c-cumming, i’m cumming—i’m gonna-“ he finally let go, cumming all over your hand. you slowed your strokes to not overstimulate him before backing away.

“you did so well for me, yuyu.” you spoke softly, gently rubbing his thigh as you waited for him to come down from his high. he slowly sits up and smiles at you. he was still hard, and still pulsing.

“are you sure you wanna keep going?” you tilt your head. “and, um, if this is gonna be your first time then, i don’t know, i think you should reconsi-“

he pulls you up from underneath your arms and sits you on his lap. “if it’s you, i don’t care. now please, i feel like my dick is gonna bust.”

“oh my god, okay.” you smile and lift your hips, lining him up then sinking down onto his cock. yunho watched as you swallowed his length entirely, it disappeared completely and he couldn’t help but moan from the sight. you almost collapsed on top of him trying to control yourself. it’s been so long since you felt this way. you needed this.

“can i move?” your hands run across his chest, lightly scratching. yunho didn’t say anything. he was focusing on not cumming inside of you, you sucked him in like a vacuum.

“yunho?” you lean down. “i’ll lay on my back, so you can move. okay?”

“wait, just—wait,” he moans softly. he finally pulled himself together and gripped onto your hips, flipping the two of you over again so he was hovering over you. your hands wrap around his neck and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groans. “fuck, i wanna stay like this forever.”

“we can, yunho,” you moan breathlessly. “please move.”

he didn’t start slow. just as you told him to move, he started snapping his hips against yours, the sounds of your skin colliding echoing around the room, just like your moans. you throw your head back and moan, pulling him down and pressing your lips against his. each time his cock drives in and out of you, his name slipped out your mouth.

the both of you were lost in the moment, moaning into each others mouths and chasing your high. yunho backs away from your face and pushes his in your neck, kissing and biting softly. everyone was going to know you were his, now.

yunho grabs the underside of your knee and pushes your leg back further, now thrusting at an angle that made you feel dizzy. your back arched off the bed and his movements became rougher. he was so close.

“y/n, y-y/n, where do i…w-where do i cum?” he pants in your ear. “f-fuck, i’m so close.”

“i-inside! p-please please please,” you begged. and with the last few stuttering thrusts, you feel him basically explode inside of you. you tightened around his cock as you came the same time, repeating his name as if you were a broken record.

you make sure to hold onto him the tightest you possibly could, taking in the moment while moaning loudly. you weren’t sure about what to say or what to do, it was like he fucked the breath out of you. he cuddles against your body, breathing heavily in your ear while trying to stop his body from shaking.

“y/n, please stay with me…” he whimpers in your ear. “love you so much, i love you, stay, please.”

“don’t worry, i’ll stay.”

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

Ah, rats!

Lint and Troy find three rats that were dumped by an old owner. Troy insists that he doesn't want to keep them, but he cannot resist the love of the rats.

fuck it post 670 word lintroller fic at 3am. there is probably grammar/spelling mistakes but im too tired to care right now. will probably post this to ao3 some other time

“Lint, broski, we can’t keep those things. Those are freakin’ rats!”

“But they’ll freeze out there, it’s too cold! We can send ‘em back to a pet store later, man.”

Troy doesn’t have time to protest before Lint is already out the door and rushing to a pet store to get supplies. He takes a seat next to the small cardboard box, because what else is there to do? And suddenly a small gray head pops out of it, making him jump. Black, beady eyes staring back at him. It’s kind of freaking him out.

Lint mentioned there being multiple of them in there, so Troy takes a peek in the box to see what they all look like. And there sit three little rats. A  gray one with a white snout, which he’d already seen, an albino one, and a dark brown one with white feet. They’re all huddled together in a corner trying to keep warm, and the white one looks scared.

Troy blinks, and before he can even do anything, he feels the claws of a rat running up his arm and onto his shoulders. And it feels so cold. So cold. He feels bad for these small animals, they’ve been out there for who knows how long, just trying to keep warm. How could someone do this? They seem so sweet, why would someone want to give that up? He feels the rat sniffing his ear. He sees in the corner of his eye that it’s that little brown rat. Troy sees a bit of himself when he looks at that rat, when he felt it running up his arm so quickly, it’s like when he’s steamsledding. And hey, that gray one there sort of reminds him of a steamsled! And that tiny little albino rat, it’s white like a cloud. Like cloudspire. And Troy thinks those are great names. Troy Jr., Steamsled, and Cloudspire. They could just call him Cloud for short. But it’s not like they’re gonna keep these rats, anyway.

Some time later, Lint comes home with a small cage, it’ll be temporary, and some rat food. When they walk through the door, he’s shocked to see that Troy, who said that he couldn’t care less about these rats, was covered in them. The brown rat on his right shoulder, the gray one on his left, and the albino one hesitantly crawling onto his hand.

“I thought you hated rats, man!” Lint called out from the doorway.

“I do, broski, but Troy Jr. here climbed up on my shoulder super quickly and the other two followed him out! And I couldn’t just put ‘em back, man, they’re cold and I’m freaking, like, warmer than them, or something. So they wanted to keep warm!” Troy defended himself, although it’s very clear that at the very least, he doesn’t hate these rats.

Lint stifles a laugh. They don't think they’ll be getting rid of these three any time soon, considering Troy’s already named them.

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And he was right! A few days later they were returning the small cage to the pet store and replacing it with a larger one fit for three wonderful rats. They got more supplies, more toys for the rats, and soon they’d both forgotten about the fact that they were going to give these rats up. Every morning and night, Troy just watches the rats eat their food. He likes the sound they make. He likes to watch the way they act around each other. He likes seeing Troy Jr. lay on top of Steamsled, he likes watching those two fight while Cloud sneaks up and steals whatever they’re fighting over. Even if he hates most rats, these ones surely have a place in his heart.

It’s always just been Troy and Lint, but now it’s not just them. It’s Troy and Lint, and Troy Jr., Steamsled, and Cloud. Neither of them even know if rodents are allowed in the apartment, but neither of them care either. It’s all worth it.

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

[Brodie flicked through the mail, instantly recognising the scrawling handwriting of a certain redheaded little boy. Scaring a few birds in the process, he bellowed up the stairs: ALEEEEX!] Alex: [breathless] Is it for me?! Brodie: Nah, but I could do with some help carrying this super heavy envelope upstairs. Alex: Who do you think you are, Johnny Zest? Brodie: I’m better than that guy, c’mon…

… Hi Alex! Sorry it’s taken me so long to reply to you, I promise I didn’t forget! I guess I just didn’t really know what to say cos I’ve sorta not felt like myself recently. My mom says I disappear into my own world sometimes so I sorta did that again and found it hard to think of anything fun to say. I don’t think I’d mind if you wrote to me about the less fun parts of your life though n’ my dad says you shouldn’t really keep everything to yourself all the time cos it ends up hurting so I thought I’d write anyway n’ just force myself not to worry about being boring or whatever. Your letters and your life always sound so exciting compared to mine though so sometimes it’s hard not to!!

I got in a fight at school which sounds like it should be an exciting story, but it wasn’t really. There’s this kid called Levi in my class that always picks on me (don’t worry though, I don’t care about that) and I couldn’t be bothered listening to him anymore so I hit him a couple times, I thought he’d hit me back but he just freaked out so I sorta felt bad about it afterward. He still makes fun of me but he doesn’t get up in my face as much so that’s a plus. Who says violence doesn’t solve anything? Hahaha I’m kidding! It wasn’t nice of me but maybe he should know better than to push people around so much.

I’m looking forward to summer so I can wander off a bit more and maybe it won’t rain so much! My mom doesn’t really like it when I go too far but as long as I’m back before curfew she tries not to freak out about it which is nice of her cos she knows I like to explore n’ stuff. I shouldn’t complain about my family cos I love them n’ stuff but I like being on my own sometimes and it’d be nice to have a bit of peace now n’ then. I’ve got SUPER good hearing so it’s hard to find anywhere quiet in my house, especially cos there’s always something crazy going on. My aunt Alma is sorta similar to me so she’s been helping me block out the noise with this meditation sorta thing, I guess it’s hard to explain but it’s not as lame as it sounds, it’s kinda fun to see how long you can stay in your own brain without people interrupting you. That probably sounds really weird but maybe you sorta get what I mean?

I finally have a treehouse now too!! It reminds me of your watchtower in some ways, but I guess it’s no way cooler than that, even though I know you’re bored of it by now. I wish we could hang out in it together cos it’s super awesome! Mom n’ dad don’t really bother me when I’m up there n’ my brother n’ sisters can’t manage the ladder yet so it’s all mine! It’s right at the bottom of the garden and looks out over the whole Bay too! Mom said she might let me sleep in it once it gets a bit warmer! It’d be cool falling asleep to the sound of the waves.. I hope it doesn’t end up making me need to pee all night though haha!!

Wren’s been obsessed with watching me play on the computer recently and I keep tryna teach her how to play herself but her little fingers can’t really reach all the buttons on the keyboard too well and she gets stupid mad when she dies so she just makes me play instead. She’d kick me if I told anyone but she’s a bit scared of some of the monsters too lol!! Mom told me I shouldn’t let her watch those ones but they’re the only ones she WANTS to watch and she jumps all over me until I give in so idk what they expect me to do other than lock her in the pantry, but I got told off for that so I guess I shouldn’t do that again haha (Wren thought it was funny though so it’s all good!) It’s a shame you don’t have a computer in the tower otherwise we could play together! Jude n’ Jacob aren’t really into that sorta thing so I usually just play on my own. Do you have a computer back home??

Oh! I got another badge for my swimming lessons too! I’ve almost got em all now which is neat but I sorta wanna avoid getting the last ones cos anyone that gets them all or has good attendance n’ whatever get an award at the end of the school year. They save em all up to give out at some stupid last year disco thing they put on before summer for the last year kids n’ it’d be so cringe to get called out in front of everyone like that. Some people think it’s gonna be amazing like my friend Jude, but I’d rather not go at all. Mom n’ dad keep saying it’ll be fun n’ everyone else is excited about it too but how fun could something be if you’re technically at SCHOOL? Bleh! I know you said you hate it sometimes, but being homeschooled sounds awesome to me lol.

I keep tryna bug my parents to go camping again so we could maybe see each other but they won’t take me out of school for a holiday n’ dad’s too busy with some work project so I guess we’ll have to keep writing to each other instead! Maybe if I keep annoying them about it we can come back in the summer! I hope so anyway but I guess I don’t wanna piss em off TOO much just in case my plan backfires or something.

I still feel really bad about not writing sooner but my dad said better late than never so hopefully you’re not too upset with me! I’ll try my best to write faster next time so you don’t have to wait as long. I’m looking forward to hearing about everything you’ve been up to!! Love Robin c: ps. my dad’s friend finally helped me fix that old polaroid so I’ve sent you some random pictures I took to test it out! I’m still getting used to it but the next ones will be better, I swear!

… the treehouse! it even has cool lights on it!! the back of our house! it’s so big it’s hard to fit in a picture.. it sorta looks fancy but it’s not really n’ dad said it was cheap cos it was a shithole a rare Byrd! (grumpy too – dad tried to take his dummy off him lol) he’s not supposed to be on my bed… the Bay! Jude says I sound girly for saying it’s so pretty here but I don’t care I could take a million pictures of this place n’ never get bored (I’ll stop now though cos mom says these polaroid things aren’t cheap for this model.. oops lol!!)

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

How about a fanfic that goes like this-

It’s super late at night and you’ve already gotten into bed. The reader is sound asleep but Marc is just laying there wide awake having a huge episode of self doubt and insecurity and he can’t sleep because of it. Marc is aware that his thoughts are just running around but he can’t help it. He wonders if he really is living a good life or if he’s living in a lie he’s made up for himself to think that he is. 

Do you actually love him or do you just put up with him because you actually love Steven and Jake and he’s just part of the “package”? Or what if he and the boys are just some sort of man-toy that you like but will leave once you find them not longer amusing. Even when reader cuddles up closer to him in their sleep, he just thinks “what if they’re just dreaming that I’m Steven or Jake”.

At some point Marc does end up falling asleep, more so out of his body just deciding to do it rather than through will. When it’s morning, Marc wakes up and finds reader starting to make breakfast. They greet him with a good morning kiss and all that and a while after comes out and made a breakfast that Marc specifically, just out of whim, and Marc just kind of sits there and thinks “Okay yeah, no, they love me :)” 

You can change this up any way you like It was just something I thoughts that fit in your writing style

PAIN. (Thank you for the ask, oh boy did this one just run off and do whatever it wanted.) Also basing Marc’s thought process/self doubt on my (mentally ill) thought process. I changed the ending, I hope you don’t mind, again the story just seemed to go off and do its own thing.

Ink in Water

Marc Spector X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, Marc thinking he's worthless (HE'S WRONG), illusions to Randall, nightmares, happy ending, rail road sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1305

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The steady rain hitting the windows would be soothing to most, calming. The right noise to lull someone off to sleep. 

Marc hated it. 

Especially when it was dark with the sound of your soft breathing next to him. Rain and dark and not being alone.

It had been one of the things that had annoyed him about London, the idea of it at least. But it was pleasantly surprising when he realised that it didn’t actually rain that much in the city, not really. Despite how often its inhabitants seemed to talk about it.

More often than not it was that spitty rain anyway, the kind of stuff that felt like you’d been sprayed in the face with mist. It made everything damp and by default made 2 degrees celsius feel colder than 30 in fahrenheit, but other than that it was okay. Bearable. 

Not like tonight. 

Tonight it pelted down, the wind howling faintly. Tonight it reminded him too much of… well, things best left buried. 

He tried to focus on the sound of just your breathing instead. That gentle, even rhythm and was normally so soothing. Would usually drown everything else out. 

Don’t think of drown.

Don’t think of anything. 

Just breathing, your breathing. In and out. In and out. He tried to match it, held his breath until you breathed out. But no matter how he tried he kept slipping out of your rhythm. 

Marc turned onto his side, opening his eyes to look at you, your face faintly illuminated by the glow of this fish tank. He’d forgotten to turn the light off. 

Steven would tut and scoff at him in the morning. ‘How would you like to sleep with the top light on, hmm? It’s not good for them, buggers up their internal clocks and all that.’

He’d have to tell Steven that he didn’t think fish had internal clocks. 

Part of him wanted to get up, to turn the light off. And not just to avoid Steven’s disappointment, but because really he did feel kind of bad for the poor fish. 

Not tonight though, he couldn’t do it tonight. The thought of getting up, walking through the darkness of the flat despite the glow from the streetlights outside, with the sound of the rain. Dark, walking, rain. No, not tonight. 

The fish tank light stopped the complete darkness, the sound of it hummed lightly. Even if Marc couldn’t focus on it enough for it to completely block out the rain the absence of it would be worse. It would make the drip, drip, drip of the water going through the tank’s filter louder. The kind of sound that would give birth to stalagmites.

No, not tonight. He would say he forgot, apologise to Steven and the fish in the morning. 

He could put his headphones on, listen to something to try to drown out the rain-

Don’t think of drown.

But he didn’t remember where he put them, which left him with fumbling around in the dark to look or turning on a light. Both would wake you. And that wasn’t fair. 

You put up with so much and here he was, not even able to deal with the sound of the rain. 

Marc pushed gently at the head space, a nudge just to check if anyone else was awake. If Steven or Jake would like a go at trying to get the body to sleep. He could just… slink back and fade. It was always easier to nod off if he wasn’t fronting, just sort of sink-

Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown. Don’t think at all.

That, of course, never worked. 

You shifted in bed, sighing quietly. 

It hurt sometimes to think about how much he loved you. Early on he used to imagine you breaking up with him every night, not Jake or Steven, no you’d still be with them, just him. Ending it with him. 

It was like he had to. Repeatedly going over and over the way you’d tell him you didn’t want to be together romantically anymore. In any and all situations he could think of. 

The more he thought about it, he reasoned, the more he would get used to the idea. Grow calluses over the hurt, so when it happened he wouldn’t cause too much of a fuss. Wouldn’t make it awkward for you or Steven or Jake. 

It never worked like that, of course. His thoughts very rarely did what he wanted, preferring to run among and spread all over the place like ink in water. Clouding everything to madness. 

Everytime he imagined it, the words you’d say, whether you’d speak them calmly or in a rage, coldly or with kindness, it didn’t matter. Just thinking about it always made him cry. Made his throat ache and skin hot. 

It got so bad once that Steven had jumped to the front, confused and worried at the tears on their face, at why their hands were pulling fistfuls of their hair. At why they were sitting curled up on the bathroom floor. 

Marc had bullshited something, he couldn’t remember what. Steven hadn’t believed him, Marc knew that for sure, but he hadn’t pressed him further either. It wasn’t surprising, Steven was far too smart to swallow whatever nonsense had been thrown at him. The opposite of  hook, line and sinker. Sinker. Water. Rain. Sinker. Sink. Drown.

Don’t think of sinker. Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown.

Of course you’d stay with Steven and Jake. How could you not? 

He’d seen the way Jake made you laugh, so loud that it reverated in your chest, so hard that you almost couldn’t breathe, so constantly that you’d beg him to stop, just for a moment so that you could compose yourself. You’d never give that up.

He knew the way you talked with Steven, both of you speaking so fast that it made Marc’s head spin, so excitedly and animatedly, not even needing to finish a sentence before starting the next one because you were both so in sync. You’d never let that go. 

What did he have to offer? 

Except for being scared of the rain. Too afraid to turn off the fish tank light. Too pathetic to even deal with the idea of not being with you. 

He really should just-

“Marc?” You turned, your voice filled with sleep as you reached out for him. You grabbed his shoulder and squeezed.

He swallowed, “yeah baby?” He sounded stuffy, almost like he’d been crying. Thankfully, you weren't quite awake enough to notice. 

You sighed, relief flooding your veins and shuffled closer to him, quickly embracing him and hugging him tight. 

“I had a bad dream.” You mutter against him, pressing your face into his chest. 

“Baby,” he squeezes you back and places a soft kiss on your temple. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re alright.”

“Dreamt I couldn’t find you.”

“Couldn’t find me?”

You nod. “I kept shouting ‘Marc’, kept calling for you, but you weren’t there.”

Something sharp digs into his chest, spearing his heart clean through the middle. “Shouting for me?” He whispers.

You nod and stiff, shaking a little. There’s wetness on his bare chest. 

“Hey, baby, hey,” he gently pulls you back and lifts up your face, cradling your cheeks in his warm, safe hands. “It’s okay.” He kisses lightly just under your eyes, presses his lips to your tears, “I’m right here, don’t worry. Not going anywhere.”

You nod, still sleepy and kiss his lips. “Love you.”

“I love you baby, here.” Marc readjusts his position so that you can lay your head fully on the pillow and he can wrap both arms around you, softly rubbing your back as you snuggle into his warmth. 

You both fall asleep at the same time. 

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for not giving someone something they paid for?

CW ableism

So I (24nb) craft and knitting stuff for money, and sometimes post up tutorials and patterns on my online store. All my friends are aware that I do this for money and it’s my only income atm, but they also know that I do like to craft things for friends for fun and friendship. Some friends opt to pay for things, which I appreciate but never expect.

Enter my friend Polly(23nb). Polly also knits and liked my patterns a lot. Polly would pay for some things and not for others and I was 100% cool with that. That was never an issue in our friendship, and I appreciated it when they did but also loved sharing or trading stuff. I especially appreciated it when they covered shipping costs for large knitted items since they were OTC and the USPS likes to charge you an arm and a leg.

Other stuff in the friendship, however, wasn’t so good. They’d get really mean randomly, and go on weird rants where they’d call people the R word. They did a lot of negging behavior that didn’t really make sense to me because they had a gf and we were strictly friends. They’d be awful to me and others, and then they’d be super nice again suddenly. Over and over again. It felt extremely toxic to me.

At one point I realized their idea of friendship was really different than mine, and regardless of our shared interest in crafts I kinda didn’t like them anymore. At this point we’d been friends for about a year, and over this time they had bought at least 20 knitting patterns from my online store. The way my store works is you can download a digital item once you pay for it pretty much forever until the listing is deleted. Which I did sometimes because I felt like it wasn’t as good a pattern as it could be or it was time to retire something. Here’s where things get messy.

I ended the friendship and it was blow up awful. They screamed and swore at me. Threatened me. Etc. I went and blocked them everywhere I could because that’s not ok behavior no matter how upset you are. I thought it was done when I stopped getting anon messages a week after the blow up. Only now they’re messaging me through etsy demanding I give them the pattern that they supposedly didn’t download before I retired the listing. The pattern was retired almost a year ago and right around when we first started talking. They had almost a year to download it and save it somewhere and didn’t for whatever reason. I feel like it’s way past time they can come demand a product from me, and also like they’re just trying to get some kind of revenge against me by threatening to demand a refund that etsy will 100% allow because etsy sucks. I just want to say no. I don’t want to give them anything ever again. I don’t want them to keep coming back and making demands to get my attention or try to ruin my store. But at the same time they did actually pay for it.

WIBTA if I didn’t give them the pattern they payed for?

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

• Warnings: describing birthing (not super detailed)

Daughter

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-Levi’s Pov-

I was already up and preparing breakfast when (Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes tired and yawning loudly. „Good morning Levi“, she mumbled and sat down at the table.

I supported myself on the kitchen sideboards, limped over to my pregnant wife and placed a kiss on her head. „Good morning you two.“

She hummed with closed eyes and rubbed her big belly. „Baby kicks just like you.“ I couldn’t help but chuckle. „It’s my baby after all.“ I placed my hand that wasn’t supporting my weight softly on her belly.

„Out of all qualities it could have gotten from you I really hoped it wouldn’t be your kicks“, she sighs dramatically and leans further back in the chair. I grabbed one of the other chairs that stood around the table and sat down in front of (Y/n) who had her eyes closed again, obviously exhausted from the long night.

„You’re not even born yet and already causing mommy sleepless nights?“ I spoke as I leaned further down until my face was in front of her belly. „Believe me, she’s way more pleasant when she slept well.“

For that I’ve earned a light slap on the head, causing another chuckle to leave my lips. Then I leaned up again and placed a kiss on my wife’s lips.

The amount of love I felt for this little rascal that wasn’t even born yet was overwhelming and sometimes left me scared.

„What if they don’t like me?“, I mumbled one of my many concerns against (Y/n)s soft lips. „Don’t be stupid“, she responded. „Our child is going to love you.“ And then placed another reassuring kiss on my lips.

But I wasn’t convinced. „I never had a father, I don’t even know how that works.“ (Y/n) wanted to say something but I just continued. „What if they’re scared of my scars? What if I can’t show my love enough? What if“ (Y/n) shut me up with a loud Shhhh and placed her hands on my cheeks. „Our baby is going to love you“, she repeated, not leaving any room for complaints.

„It’s time we talk about a potential godfather or godmother, don’t you think?“, she switched the topic while she stood up and grabbed herself a cup to pour some tea in it. I responded with a nod and said: „I nominate Armin.“

I could basically hear how her (e/c) eyes rolled. „It’s not a voting Levi“, she answered with a chuckle. „I know. I’m just messing with you“, I responded with a slight smirk. „Still Armin.“

(Y/n) nodded in agreement, her face decorated with the biggest, warmest smile that she always had when we planned anything related to the baby. „I thought about him too. He is so gentle and responsible. I’m pretty sure he will be so happy.“

„He’s least likely to drop the baby.“

The noise that came from my wife was made from the cup which she placed loudly on the cupboard again. „Levi!“

„I’m just saying what we both were thinking. They’re all just big ass kids, no way I’m leaving a fragile little human in their sweaty meathooks.“ I didn’t see the towel coming that flew in my direction and landed right on my face. While I pouted, acting like I was pissed, (Y/n) knew I was messing with her again and started to laugh so loud and long that I almost thought she would choke on her own voice.

—

Even though we planned everything thoroughly, the day the baby came still felt somehow chaotic. (Y/n) was a mess, I was a mess, everything was a mess.

It was morning when the water broke. I was reading the newspaper and watched the people through the window going to work, taking a walk, whatever normal people do, when suddenly (Y/n) started to whine. It was like a howl, painful and scared. My head turned and I saw her supporting herself on the doorframe to our bathroom in which she went seconds before.

I stood up and got to her as fast as I could, not paying attention to my crutch leaning against the table. It would only get in my way (like always).

„(Y/n)!“, I yelled, clueless what I could do instead. When I was beside her I could see the puddle on the floor. I hoped my fight or flight response would activate itself, like it did on the battlefield, but it didn’t. Instead I stood there with a horrified expression and looked at her. After a few seconds of brain-loss I caught myself again and wrapped my arms around her waist, which was kind of useless when I look back at it. „Come on, let’s get you in the bedroom.“

I had to let go of her immediately since I was no help for her with my broken leg, which I despised even more in this moment, and walked slowly behind her through the hallway into our bedroom.

The thick bedsheets that our midwife gave us where placed next to the bed, waiting for their time. I quickly spread them on the mattress on which (Y/n) sat down right after.

„Breath“, I reminded her (more myself to be honest) and took her hands in mine. For a second the world went quiet.

It’s happening. I am going to be a father very soon.

I quickly got rid of my sentimental thought and limped to the window, which I opened quickly and started to scan the streets, hoping I would see one of the brats.

„Oi!“ I yelled and immediately Armins head popped out of nowhere.

„Yes sir?“ I saw how his hand twitched, still tempted to salute. I‘m starting to believe he will never get used to not saluting.

„Get the nurse!“ I yell and a mix of horror and happiness appears on Armins face. „It’s time?“, he asks to which I nod. „Obviously!“ I yell even louder and watch him with an expecting look.

He took way too long for my liking to find out of his shock, but eventually he started to run to get the nurse while yelling „The baby‘s coming! The baby’s coming!“

I turned back around to face (Y/n) and watched how she shifts in bed to lie on her back. I walked up to her and sat next to her on the mattress.

„She‘ll be here any moment“, I reassured her while taking her hand in mine and waiting for the sound of the front door opening. After what felt like hours, but were probably not even minutes, the door swung open and our midwife, happy as ever, stepped inside the room.

„Well look at that!“, she calls out. „Looks like baby’s ready to see the world her parents made.“

She often told us how honored she was to work with us and she often tended to exaggerate a bit.

She made her way around the bed and asked (Y/N) to help her take off her underwear. She handed me the wet panty, which I quickly discarded on the floor, no way would I crawl away from my wife to tidy up right now.

The nightgown was pushed up over (Y/N)s thighs while the midwife took a look between her legs. „Yep, baby is in a hurry. I can already see the head.“

(Y/N) squeezed my hand tighter. „I’m scared“, she mumbled. I let go of her hand so I could wrap my arm around her. „Me too“, I whispered when she lied in my arms, grabbing my other hand.

„You ready to push momma?“, the nurse asked to which (Y/N) laughed a forced laugh. „I don’t have that much of a choice now, do I?“

A few hours of screaming and crying passed until a different cry cut through the air.

A light, but strong scream.

„There she is“, the nurse announced and took a towel in which she wrapped our child after cutting the umbilical cord. „A beautiful little girl.“

(Y/N) stretched out her arms, silently demanding the woman to give her the tiny being. Once she held our daughter in her arms she fell exhausted against my chest again.

Too stunned to speak I looked at the little human in her arms, looking just as exhausted as her mother.

(Y/N)s struggles weren’t over yet, since the placenta had to come out too, but after that was managed, the nurse gave us some time to ourselves while she would prepare some tea and something to eat.

Thankful for both, the peace and the fact that she would make something for us I nodded and watched how she closed the door behind her.

„She’s beautiful“, (Y/N) whispered. „Yeah“, I answered. „Just like her mother.“

I earned a tired smile from my wife and felt how she rested her head against my shoulder. „Do you want to hold her?“, she asked after a while.

„Of course!“ I said way too excited but got hesitant right after my statement. „But what if I do something wrong?“

„You won’t“, (Y/N) reassured me. „Take off you shirt.“ She giggled at my confused look. „Skin to skin“, she simply said and I remembered what the nurse told us. It’ll help bonding.

So I quickly got rid of my T-Shirt and then took my daughter as gently as possible into my hands. Her head was supported by my biceps and her little hand reached out and touched my chest lightly.

In awe I studied her face. The tiny eyes, the even tinier nose, her sweet cheeks and her lips that I just knew would carry the most warming smile the world would ever see.

(Y/N)s hand sneaked on our daughters stomach, not ready to give up every last bit of skin contact.

Suddenly my eyes filled with tears and my heart felt like it was about to burst from this immense and intense love I felt when I looked at my baby.

„If this is what the war was for“, I whispered with a shaky voice. „Then I would do it all again.“ The tears that at first just lingered in my eyes now streamed down my face. „Every last bit of it. I would do it all again for her.“

I glanced at (Y/N) and saw how she nodded, knowing exactly what I meant and knowing she would do the same.

„You still like the name Mary?“ I asked her to which I earned another nod. „Yes. But to be honest, she looks more like a Mary Isabel, don’t you think?“

My already endless stream of tears just got worse. Mary Isabel. (Y/N)s tears fell on my shoulder while we stood silent in agreement.

„Mary Isabel Ackerman“, I mumble after a while, my chest filled with love and pride. „My daughter.“

And suddenly I knew what peace felt like.

[laundrybiscuits]

Found myself reading some old Inception fic and felt the urge to poke at an AU idea—I know ST fandom skews a little young, so I genuinely don’t know how many people will even get this. If there are Inception primers out there, I haven’t bothered to find them, so…you’re on your own, kids. 

“Absolutely not. I do my own forges.” Eddie sweeps the file off the table and directly into the trashcan; admittedly, it’s not the most mature thing he’s ever done, but Henderson’s getting on his last goddamned nerve. 

The little twerp has the fucking audacity to roll his eyes and groan, like Eddie’s the one being unreasonable. “I know this guy, don’t be a dick. He can do it. Don’t you wanna focus on your super special architect stuff?”

“What you and every other dumbass dilettante drowser don’t seem to grasp is that my architecture is alive, and I breathe life into it via my meticulously crafted characters. I create richly textured worlds, Henderson, and I populate them myself. That’s why I’m the best in the fucking business: because I understand that the people and the setting are one and the same, and I can handle both.”

“Eddie.” Henderson crouches to grab the file out of the trash, and smacks it back down on the table. “I’m running this team, and I’m saying I don’t want anything like what happened in Munich to ever happen again. Okay?”

“Low blow, kid,” snaps Eddie. “Munich wasn’t on me.” 

“I know, jeez. I just…” Henderson takes a second to tap the loose sheets in the file back into place, then stands there with his lips pressed together like he’s keeping something in. After a moment, he just says, “This isn’t going to be Munich. Because Steve’s going to be here.”

———

It’s not Munich. It’s not Munich at all. It is the furthest fucking thing from Munich possible. 

Eddie’s never had a job go that smoothly—and it’s not down to Henderson’s obsessive prep, because it should’ve been a slippery one. The kind of job that twisted partway through into something frustratingly unexpected, forcing them to improvise and take whatever half-win they could squeeze out of the mark’s subconscious while dodging completely unexpected security. 

Instead, it’s so incredibly not-Munich that the client gives them a fucking bonus, and when was the last time that happened? The bonus is generous enough that Eddie’s share can cover a whole new safehouse in Melbourne, which should have been great news, something to celebrate, except for the absolutely unholy amount of smugness now radiating from Henderson.

Eddie avoids the I-told-you-so conversation as long as he can, but he can’t run forever.

“I told you so,” says Henderson, flopping unceremoniously into the dark wooden chair next to Eddie.

“This is a library, dude. Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” says Eddie, without much hope. He’d heard Henderson was supposed to be meeting up with Sinclair in Lima this week; so much for that intel.

Henderson waves a dismissive hand, gesturing vaguely at the domed skylight high overhead. “It’s not like a library library. It’s basically a museum.”

“The goddamn State Library of Victoria is absolutely one hundred percent a library library, genius. See all the books? But also, do you think people go around yelling in museums?”

“Maybe they should! What we should be focusing on now, though, is that I was right about Steve, and I think it’s important for our working relationship that you acknowledge I was right.”

“I don’t have to acknowledge shit,” says Eddie, slumping down and ignoring the glares they’re starting to get from everyone in the atrium. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an egomaniac, kid? I don’t even get why you’re so hot on the guy, anyway. He’s like—the least imaginative forger I’ve ever met.”

It comes out a little harsher than he’d meant it. It’s just that forgers, as a people, tend to be easily swept into flights of fancy.

Eddie’s always sort of thought it was a requirement of the profession: when he’s inhabiting a character, part of his mind is always working to generate the little details that make them feel like a whole person. Their secret fears and even more secret hopes. How they deal with boredom or anger, what their gut reactions are. The small gaps between how they see themselves and how others see them. That’s where Eddie thrives, and he thinks that if he were less hooked on the magic of spinning up entire worlds for marks to wander through, he might forge full-time, just for the thrill of riding that uncertainty. It’s how he was taught, but clearly, Steve learned something different.

What Steve does isn’t really classical forging—not in the way Eddie thinks about it, usually. Steve just…walks into a situation, says some stuff, maybe gives the mark a smile all warm and private like a whispered secret. And then the mark folds. It’s maddening how easy Steve makes it look. Oh, he’ll pull on the right costumes and tweak his physicality a little, but it’s always still just Steve underneath. 

Maybe that’s the trick. Eddie’s forges work because he crafts lavishly detailed lies; Steve’s forges work because there’s some kind of real, solid honesty at the core. 

“I’m going to ignore the hurtful thing you just said because I know you hate to admit it when I’m right and you’re wrong,” Henderson informs him. “You really gotta work on that. More importantly, I’ve got a lead on a new job, and Steve already said yes.”

It’s not like Eddie needs the money. Henderson’s a nightmare to work with. And there’s the, y’know. The Steve Harrington of it all. Eddie has a million reasons to say no.

“Yeah, whatever,” he says instead. “When do we start?”

[forestkniight]

Hey! Could you do a Loona x Human Demon Hunter Reader? Sort of like an enemies to lovers type of deal?

Like the reader isn't attached to any sort of organization but they typically hunt demons that reach Earth and even have fought with I.M.P. before but a common enemy or problem brings then together?

If not that's perfectly okay! Regardless, hope you have a wonderful day/night and hope something good happens to you today :)

Haven't Had Enough

Once again, thank you for the request and the patience! The little addition at the end always makes me smile. You guys are so sweet!

When I saw this request, I was super excited to work on it! As I kept writing, though, I was like, what am I yapping about? I don't know how I feel about it, but I hope you enjoy it anon!

Pairing: Loona x Human Demon Hunter Reader

Warnings: Character death, Violence, Mention of Blood, Religious Talk/Prayer

Word Count: 7.1K

The room is almost silent. Your incessant pen clicking is the only noise traveling throughout the room. Your leg is bouncing up and down as you look down at your files. Pictures of all sorts of demons are spread out all over your desk. You sigh as you sort through the finished jobs and those you still need to get done. 

You had made a name for yourself among those who knew what you did. You were the person to call if you had a demon problem on Earth. If you had asked yourself what you wanted to do when you grew up, you would have said something like a teacher or a doctor, but life and death had a funny way of changing things. The first time you killed a demon was when you were 17. 

You were walking back “home” from school when you heard a cry for help. Typically, you would have minded your business, but whoever it was sounded frightened. You suppose the human in you made you look for the scream.

You walked down an alley, and you saw something that was not from Earth. Luckily for you, its back was facing you. Your eyes met the last person you expected, your dad. He was on the floor, and you watched as his eyes shifted to something on the floor by you. You looked down to see a revolver right by your foot. You slowly reached for it. It felt like an eternity before your hand finally made contact with the handgun. You lifted it to aim for whatever that thing was, but you had never shot anything before. Still, you couldn’t just turn away. It could hurt you, and you would be in a worse situation.

You took a breath before pulling down on the trigger. Your eyes widened as the thing dropped to the floor. Your dad laughed hysterically as he got up quickly before walking to the body. He looked back up to you, and you met his stare with wide eyes. He walked over slowly with his hands raised before he stretched out his hand, signaling you to give him the gun. You looked down at the weapon in your hand before handing it over. He sighed as he stayed close by you.

“Nice shot, kid.” He took out a cigarette and lit it. “That has to be the fourth one this month.”

Your head snapped to your dad. 

“Fourth one?! Dad, what was that? Why was it coming for you?” you asked as you tried to steady your shaking hands.

“Demon,” he responded calmly. 

He took another drag of his cigarette before dropping it on the floor and putting it out with his foot. 

“Like from Hell?”

He turned to look at you before laughing. 

“Well, sweetie, they’re not from Heaven.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him turn the demon’s body over. You slowly walked over as you tried to see what he was doing.

“How have you gotten four demons to come after you?” 

He turned to look at you for a while, trying to decide whether you should know the information he had somehow gathered. 

“The line of work I do puts me in a lot of danger, and some demons downstairs don’t like it,” he explains.

He lifts the body as he moves to hide it somewhere less exposed. 

“What do you do, dad?” 

You always thought your dad worked in a cubicle somewhere for some wealthy CEO. You followed behind him and picked up any belongings that fell from the demon. He turned around when he heard you ask for a match. He walked over to the can you were standing at and realized you had thrown the belongings inside. He nodded as he lit it and threw it in the can.

“Demon hunter. I hunt those fuckers that decide to come to Earth and mess with humans. Our lives are shitty enough without some asshole demon coming over and killing us or influencing us,” he said, staring at the fire.

He looked over at you thoughtfully.

“Look, honey, I’d go if I were you. It’s not safe here now. Thanks for saving my skin, but you don’t want to get mixed up in this.”

You nodded as you began turning away, but you stopped. 

“You’re right, though,” you admitted as you turned around. 

He looked at you, confused.

“That demon almost killed you. That’s not fair. Do you think…do you think they can influence people from down there?”

He takes you in as he ponders your question.

“What are you getting at, sweetie?”

“Mom…she died when I was young. I heard rumors that she lived a life led by sin. Drug addict. She didn’t know when to stop. But grandma said momma would never. She said that she would have never left her only child behind. Her husband, neither. She said you’re a good man, Dad. But she said it was like a demon was whispering in her ears, and no one could save her,” you whisper. 

Your dad looked at you with a strange expression. 

“Don’t look at me that way! Could it be that Mom was influenced by a demon?” Your eyes had tears pooled in them.

He looked back into the fire before looking back up at you. 

“Maybe. But sometimes humans don’t need demons to make their lives worse.”

“But like you said, humans don’t need any more problems.” You paused. “I want to do what you do.”

Your dad looks at you before he barks out a laugh. 

“I like your moxie, hon, but I don’t think this will give you what you want.”

You walked up to your dad.

“What are you looking for, Dad? Because I’m not looking for anything. I just want to save someone from a demon whispering in their ear.”

He stares at you for a long time before reaching into his pocket and handing the revolver back to you. 

“Then, you’ll need this.”

You sigh as you finally reach the end of the files. You look up at the picture on your desk, and your eyes land on the framed image of you and your dad. He taught you everything he knew about demons and Hell. He showed you the ropes on how to track down demons and how to dispose of them so no one could tie them back to you. You only wished he had had more time. You glance back at the remaining files, and you groan. Truthfully, you only have to close these last few before leaving the job. 

You lean in, and the sound of pen clicking fills the room again. These demons were going to be the death of you. 

One. Two. Three. Four.

You lay them down from left to right. How could four demons be causing you so much trouble? It should be so simple to take them out, but every time you encounter them, they find a way to evade you. You have to take them down.

It was their fault for making it so personal.

The heavens had opened up today. You couldn’t remember the last time the sky had looked this grey. You wondered if the sky was this grey when your mom died. Or were you the cause of it? Was your love for the man who taught you everything you knew today so great that not even the heavens could handle the sheer strength of your sadness?

“Rest eternal grant unto him, O Lord.

And let light perpetual shine upon him.

May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in piece.

Amen.”

You looked up at the priest and nodded to thank him before he walked away, leaving you alone with the tombstone. He taught you so much. You always thought the job would kill him, but it’s funny how life works—taken by a heart attack. 

“Damn old man,” you mutter as you let out a mirthless laugh before letting yourself fall to the floor. 

“Why did you have to leave me?” 

You stared blankly at the tombstone. You felt guilty, but you were angry that something like a heart attack could take someone away so easily. He had fought demons for so long, and he didn’t even get a fighting chance. It crept up on him. He never even saw it coming. Your fists tighten as you glare up at the sky. 

What was the fucking point?

You take a deep breath and push off the floor to get up. You glance at the tombstone one last time before turning away. You take a couple of steps before you hear a strange noise. The hairs on the back of your neck raise. You see a bench nearby and take off, running towards it to hide behind just in time to see someone stepping out of a portal.

“Alright! This should be easy. This guy is old as shit, so it should be easy to take him out.”

Your eyes widened as you realized that you were looking at a demon. Out of all days. You watched as three more figures stepped out. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched a human step out with them. You look closely to figure out what is happening but notice their eyes are red. 

You suppress a surprised laugh. The old man was right. They CAN camouflage among humans. But what’s the point if the other three are not disguised? You didn’t have anything with you except a combat blade, but there was no way you could take all four of them on your own. The demons were smaller compared to other demons that you faced, and you were slightly scared that they could do damage to your lower half. The only tall demon was the one who looked human. You strain your ears to try to listen to what they are saying. What were they after?

“Why the hell are we in a cemetery?” 

The same demon that first spoke. Judging by how everyone seemed to follow him, you assumed he had to be in charge. 

“I don’t know, sir. Maybe if you had gotten more information about-”

“Oh, shut up, Moxxie. We didn’t need his whole life story.”

“Loonie’s right. Besides, the grimoire always teleports us close by to the client.”

“Maybe he works here!”

“Exactly, Millie. I’m glad one of you has brains.”

Not a well-oiled machine, it seems. But they did give you what you needed. Names. Moxxie. White hair. White freckles. Millie. Charcoal hair. White markings on arms and tail. Loonie. Can transform to look like a human. You were just missing the first demon’s name. You repeat the information in your head. You were so stuck in your memorization that you almost missed why they were here. 

“Alright, this is going to take forever. It's time to sniff him out, Loona,” the unnamed demons say. 

Alright. Is Loonie a nickname?

“What’s his name again?” Loona asked as she got close to the floor.

What the hell? Almost like a dog. You think back to your lessons. Hellhound? You had never encountered them. Your dad had said it was rare for them to come earthside. 

“Alexander, something. Causing a lot of trouble with some big names or some shit like that,” the demon explained while taking out his phone.

Your entire body goes rigid. You move before you can stop yourself.

“Too little, too late,” you snarled at them.

All four demons turn quickly while brandishing weapons at you.

“Who the fuck are you,” the unnamed demon speaks to you. 

“None of your business, demon.” 

The rain hadn’t stopped. You hoped it masked the tears that were falling down your face. But one look at the demon named Moxxie, and you knew they saw the weakness. You pointed towards the tombstone.

“Is that who you’re looking for?” You asked, a hint of rage peeking through. 

Moxxie is the first to look at the group before walking to the tombstone. You watched as his face read the death date, and he turned to look at you with what you almost believed was sympathy. 

“So we made the trip here to kill some asshole who’s already dead? Nice going, Blitz.” Loona rolls her eyes. 

Your eyes snapped over to her.

“How the hell was I supposed to know he was dead?” 

Blitz. Now you had all their names. 

“He wasn’t an asshole. My father saved so many people by ridding the world of demons like you,” you spit out. 

“Oh shit, your daddy was a demon hunter. He caused quite a stir downstairs, toots,” Blitz says, not even looking a tiny bit interested. 

“He wasn’t the only one.” You bend downwards quickly and remove the combat knife from your ankle sheath.

“Do you think that’s the best idea? We don’t have to kill you,” Loona says while she rolls her eyes at you when you aim the knife at her.

“You were going to kill him had he not been dead. No remorse. No mercy. Why should I give you that?”

Your voice breaks on the last word. Damn these tears. 

“Sir, maybe we should head ba-“

“No, no. I want to see what they plan to do here, Mox. Supposed to be a tough little demon hunter, and all I see  is a spineless-“

“B, Mox is right. The client is dead,” Millie says while walking over to Loona. 

“No! You’re all dying here, even if it kills me.” You yell. 

“Do we, though?” Loona asks, opening the book in her hand.

“Yes,” you take a step forward. “It was sin that took my momma away. I saw it too late, but my dad was right. Vengeance consumed us. And it didn’t fix the broken in me. It didn’t help anyone. Instead, everyone saw my downfall. A straight-A student who wouldn’t amount to anything because no one could know what I would grow up to be. A lonely child that grew up in a home that was empty because their father lost his damn mind trying to punish what he believed took his wife away. I don’t have anything anymore. No one will mourn for me.” 

You take a breath and a moment to look at all of them. Their eyes are wide before they glance at each other. Loona looked lost in thought. 

“I’m sorry,” Moxxie says first.

“I’m surprised you can feel sorry, hellspawn,” you force out.

“Alright, well, now that we’re done with that melodrama, we can go back,” Blitz says, walking towards a purple portal.

When the hell did that open? You couldn’t let them leave. You instinctively lift your hand and throw the combat blade directly at Blitz. It all happens so fast. Loona manages to yank him out of the way, and they all turn to look at you. 

“Well, I was going to be nice and let you go, but now you’ve pissed me off,” Blitz says, reaching into his coat. 

You had no weapons. Nothing. You didn’t wait to see what he would take out. You run. You dodge when you hear shots. It goes on for a while. But one thing you learned was how to evade them. They’re on your turf. 

No one would be dying today. 

You groan as you lean back in your chair. Why didn’t you have more on you that day? You live such a dangerous life. You should have known that something would come the day you were mourning your dad. 

You learned a bit more about them after the funeral. You knew they were imps. Your dad had mentioned them before, but he had never seen them. Just like hellhounds, they weren’t seen topside. You figured they were born in hell, but getting the confirmation was good for your library of information. 

You learned a lot from running into them more times after the funeral. You’d almost leave the exchange on death's door some days. On other days, one of theirs would. It was becoming a game, and you hated it. This had to end. 

You look at the file at the end of the table. Loona. Your fist clenches. Her attitude whenever you would find them again was enough for the rage to build up. The audacity she had to look and behave like a human was absurd. She passed the part. She might get the occasional stare because of the goth look, but she wasn’t bad-looking…for a demon. Because that’s what she was. The thing you hunt. Because she’s a demon. Not a human. 

You shake your head as you slam her file closed. You weren’t going to get any work done. Out of the entire group, she got your blood boiling the fastest. You shove all the files for this group in the top cabinet of your desk before slamming it shut. 

You get up to stretch before walking out of the office. Luckily, you work from home, so you just had to walk a few steps to relax. You look outside the window, and the sky is filled with hues of pink. It’ll be dark soon. You yawn and decide that your earlier meal (which was pretty heavy) would suffice until tomorrow morning. You walk to your front door and ensure it’s locked, as well as all the windows. 

You head to your bedroom and let yourself fall onto your bed. It only takes a couple of minutes before sleep overtakes you.

~~

You jolt awake. Your hand rests on top of your heart. What the hell? You blink tiredly as you look at the time—3:00 AM. You roll your eyes. You relax as you look around your room. Nothing is out of the ordinary. What the hell woke you up? 

You strain your ears, but you don’t hear anything. You shake your head before lying down when you hear something. You sit up quickly. There was someone in your house. How did they get in? You slowly get up and walk towards your window. 

You have options. You could jump out the window or face the intruder. You peek over the window and see someone you didn’t want to see—your ex. 

Why the fuck is he-? 

You turn back to your door. It’s locked. You take quick breaths as you realize he must be tracking something down. You remember the day you broke up with him. You never thought you would, and you still didn’t fully comprehend what led you to do what you did that day.

You hide behind a pillar of the abandoned mall. You make eye contact with your boyfriend, who is a couple of feet away, hiding behind another pillar.

“Mal, give me the signal, and we’ll go in fast,” you whisper to him. 

He nods at you before counting down with his fingers. You reach for your gun, and you await for all his fingers to go down. When he does, you leave to find the demons you were hunting cornered. 

You let Mal walk ahead as he smiles at the demons before him. It’s two of them. You hadn’t gotten a good look at them, but you knew you shot one of them before the chase started. 

“Please, we were here by mistake. We don’t mean to harm you. We fell into a portal,” the demon facing us exclaimed.

“Right, 'cause a demon like you doesn’t want to hurt us,” your boyfriend mocks. 

“I swear it, I-“ 

The demon next to him falls to the floor, and he follows him down.

“Please, I can’t lose him. We know where the portal is. We’ll get it closed. Please just let us go,” the demon spoke. 

Your hands lower slightly. Was this sympathy? 

“Aww, is the little demon scared of losing his demon boyfriend? It’s not like you can love,” your boyfriend says, walking menacingly around them.

The demon turns to look at you. Your eyes widen. Sadness. His eyes. You look down at the demon in his arms and see him struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You’ll never see us again. We won’t ever come back to Earth. Just please.” He begs.

You hesitate. 

“Please,” he sobs.

“Alright, enough of this. Time to kill these demon scum. We have a reservation,” your boyfriend says while winking at you.

He raises his gun. Suddenly, it’s like your voice no longer belongs to you. No longer controlled by logic. Only sympathy.

“Wait!” you yell as you step in front of the gun. 

“What? Did you want to do it?” your boyfriend asks.

You look back at the demons hidden behind you—their protection from impending doom. 

“No, I-“ you clear your throat. “Let’s let them go.”

Your boyfriend barks out a laugh. 

“You’re kidding, right?” He reaches out for your shoulders. “Babe, they’re from Hell. They don’t actually give a fuck about each other. They only know evil. They took away your mom. Hell, they took away your dad in a way. Your dad wanted revenge, so he took it out on every demon in his path, and he brought you along for the ride, but he didn’t care about you.” 

Your eyes tear up as you contemplate his words before you feel a hand grabbing yours. You turn to look at the demon.

“I’m so sorry you’re in pain—more than anything. We're from Hell because we were born there, but it doesn’t mean we can’t love, that we can’t feel. And you know what I feel right now? Fear. Love. Sympathy. Demon hunters killed my parents. But they did wrong. They hurt humans. I loved my parents, but I couldn’t do what they did. You don’t have to do what you think you have to do. You don’t have to let it consume you.”

You sob as you harshly pull your hand away from the demon. He widens his eyes as he leans away from you. You turn to look at your boyfriend, who is smirking.

“See, babe? They just wasted our time. He’ll say anything to get out of this situation.” 

You had to make a choice soon. The other demon didn’t seem to be doing too well. You turn to look at your boyfriend.

“We’re letting them leave. We hunt demons who intentionally hurt people. We saw them fall through that portal. We shot on sight.” 

“Yeah, because they would have killed people if we didn’t. What is going on with you? Where is the cold-blooded demon hunter that your dad raised? If he loved anyone, it was that version of you.”

You clench your fist.

“My dad was a heartbroken man, but he loved me. He didn’t want me to do this with my life, but I was angry. I blamed everyone for my life, but he was right. Humans don’t need demons to fuck up their lives. We do it ourselves. I could have walked away. He allowed me to walk away. And I’m taking it today. I hope we both do.” 

Your boyfriend stares at you for a while.

“So this is it? I’m going to have to take you down?” He raises his gun slightly. 

“Are you serious?” You stare at the gun before looking back up at him.

“I know what’s right, and I can’t let someone stop me from completing it. Even you.” He says as he walks closer to the demons.

You shift, so you protect them with your body.

“You act as if you don’t do terrible things, Malvolio. You’ve broken my heart way more times than I wish to admit. But you’ve also lied, and you’ve stolen, and you’ve killed. And you always blame it on demons. When does it become your fault?” 

His stare hardens. 

“Move,” he snarls. 

“No,” you stand upright.

“You bitch, I will fucking-“ 

You push him hard, and his head collides with the wall behind him. You gasp as you quickly place two fingers on his neck. A heartbeat. He’s just knocked out. You turn to the demons.

“We have to hurry. I’ll carry him to the portal, but you must do the rest after, okay?” 

The demon looks hesitantly at you before nodding. You pick the demon up, and you run back to the portal. Once you get there, you hand the demon back to his partner.

“Thank you. For believing me,” the demon says before walking into the portal. It instantly closes. Strange. 

There was so much anger in his eyes. Was that the same anger in yours? Your head snaps back to your bedroom door as you hear rushed whispers. You have to see what he’s hunting. You get up, and you grab the bat by your door. You started using a lot less permanent approaches to your weapons. Just enough to harm but not necessarily kill right away. Still, you had your gun on you, just in case.

You open the door, and you see a light in your office. Damn it. You walk slowly and shove open the door, ready to hit something, only to find the room in disarray. There’s a lot of blood on the floor, and you recognize the demons in the room. You stare at each one of them.

Blitz.

Millie.

And Loona.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you say as you raise your bat.

“Damn it, Blitz,” you hear Millie cry before you realize that she’s holding someone in her lap.

Moxxie.

You feel your arm falter a bit. 

“Take one step closer bitch, and I won’t hesitate to- “ A whine is heard, and Blitz turns to look at Loona. “Loonie, maybe you should sit.”

You turn to look at Loona, and you realize she’s bleeding.

“Ugh, I’m fine, Blitz. We need to get out of here.” Loona tries to attack you, but you easily dodge.

You realize she will fall forward and instinctively reach for her hand to pull her back. You end up face to face before you push her towards Blitz’s direction.

“Watch it,” Blitz snarls as Loona lands in his arms. 

You raise your arms in surrender before your eyebrows furrow. What are you doing? You could take them out right now. But this was all too familiar. You hear a loud noise come from outside, and you turn to look at Blitz and Millie. 

How could someone look at them and think love doesn’t exist? Loona isn’t as badly hurt, but Blitz holds onto her as if she might perish in the next moment, which might be true for Moxxie—damn having a heart. 

Sorry dad. 

You rush to a secret pad in your office and quickly type in numbers.

“As much as I would fucking love to end this right now and have one of us die, that guy out there is more ruthless than I am. He might kill me, too.” You walk over to get their files from the drawer. “So, let's go.” 

A door in your office opens—a panic room. 

“Why the fuck should we trust you?” Blitz questions. 

When the hell did he take his gun out?

“Don’t. I don’t care. Shoot me right now. It won’t stop him. Try to use me as a pawn. It won’t matter. You’re dying if you stay here.”

You walk over to Millie and Moxxie. Millie gets defensive as she clenches her fist. You stop walking before dropping down. You make eye contact with Moxxie. 

“You looked at me with sympathy the day my father died. You told Blitz you should leave. Both of you did. And I was blinded by my hatred and my sadness. ” You look at Millie, who lowers her guard a bit. “Let me carry him. I’ll put him down the moment we enter the room. A truce. For now.” 

You extend your hand to Millie, who looks afraid to take it. She looks down at Moxxie, but he’s staring at you. He reaches out and takes your hand. You glance at Millie, and she nods at you. You quickly take Moxxie in your arms before turning to Blitz and Loona.

“Are you good to walk?” 

Loona looks away angrily. You roll your eyes.  

“Hell, can you lose the attitude for one fucking minute? You were shot in the leg. I was able to dodge you. That’s not normal for our usual fights.” 

“Well, when I have to keep up the disguise during a stressful moment for a long time, it takes a lot out of me.”

You’re about to respond before you hear your door being kicked in. 

“Shit,” you whisper before tugging Loona off the floor. 

Blitz gets defensive, and he looks like he might attack.

“Fucking chill and close the door softly,” you say as you put Loona’s arm around your neck so she can lean on you. 

When he sees that you only plan to help, he quickly hurries to the door and lightly closes it, but it still makes a noise. Loona winces beside you. 

“Let’s go!” 

You all try to run into the panic room and quickly hand Moxxie over to Millie. You carefully remove Loona’s hand before walking to the door and pushing it closed. You look up before closing it entirely and make eye contact with your ex. He immediately shoots, and you gasp as it misses you by a bit. You shove the door closed before falling backward. 

You shake your head as you hear Millie’s cries—first aid. You walk to the corner of the room, grabbing materials. You hope this works on demons. 

“Blitz,” you turn around to toss first aid materials. “Do you know how to use those?” 

He looks at you before nodding. You nod back before heading over to Moxxie. Millie is a lot more willing to have you close to them. 

“Alright. Considering we're different, I’m unsure if this will help you, but I can at least stop the bleeding.”

After a while, you manage to stop the bleeding and get Moxxie to sit upright with Millie beside him, holding his hand. You’re about to walk away to check on Loona and Blitz when Millie speaks.

“Thank you for saving him. You could have killed us when our guards were down, but you didn’t,” Millie says as she gives you a soft smile.

You awkwardly give one back before looking at Moxxie. He still looks like shit, but he seems better.

“You said we’re not the same, but here we are,” Moxxie touches his heart. 

You cough as you back away and turn to look at Blitz, sitting by the door as if guarding it. You look at Loona and realize she’s reading the files you grabbed from the room.

You sit next to her and grab the file closest to you, Moxxie’s. You look back at him before ripping the file in half. Loona stares at you as you reach for the following file: Millie. You rip it into two. You hesitate on Blitz, which gets a chuckle out of her. You give her a lopsided smile before ripping it. You look at the file in her hands—her own.

“How did you know I was a hellhound?”

Loona asked, looking away. She sounded angry, but there was a lingering emotion there. Embarrassment.

“You sniffed the ground the first time I saw you. I just figured, though the confirmation is appreciated,” you chuckle.

She snarls at you before she goes back to reading.

“Hot but in like an annoying way?” Loona reads aloud, and your head snaps to the file.

You feel your face flush. Loona laughs at your reaction. 

“Got something over you now,” she smirks.

“Alright, what human wouldn’t drool over you like this,” you ask defensively. 

You notice a shift in her as the smirk drops. 

“If only other demons thought that about what I actually look like,” she mutters.

Her face turns red. 

“I mean because demons aren’t fans of the goth look. Yeah, the goth look,” she rambles. 

You raise your eyebrows. You realize that in all the time you’ve been chasing them, she’s always been in her human form.

“You don’t have to keep appearances in here.”

She laughs mirthlessly.

“Right, because a human like you isn’t going to judge.” 

You both awkwardly sit in the silence as it stretches. How badly assumptions can hurt. And if you’re only ever around people who share those same assumptions, like your dad or your ex, then it might as well be your reality. 

“I won’t. Do what you want. I won’t force you to. I’m just giving you the option,” you say as you stand up. 

You look over to see Blitz by Moxxie and Millie. Moxxie seems much better, and you feel a weight on your shoulder lift. You hear a slight whoosh and turn your head back to Loona to see her in hellhound form. You’re about to comment when you hear a beep. Your head snaps to the green light by the door, and you can’t do anything as it slams open. 

Your ex walks in, and he looks crazed. It’s slightly terrifying. He spoke of it consuming you, but it seemed you weren’t the one who had to worry.

“We used to share our lives. Didn’t you know I would guess your password eventually? Didn’t dear daddy tell you not to be so sentimental when you’re a demon hunter,” your ex says, venom laced in his words.

“Oh, but if only dear dead daddy could see you now. Protecting the very thing that took your mom away. The thing he swore to kill on sight,” he says as he takes slow steps into the room.

It was menacing.

“But he didn’t,” you whisper. 

“What was that?”

“He never swore that. He would have stopped if he felt sympathy for them like I did. I am my dad’s daughter. I know he would have shown mercy, too.” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? They are demons. You threw us away for two of them. Me! Who you had known for a year. All of it is down the drain. But it’s okay. I’m stronger without your emotional bullshit. Your pity or whatever the fuck it is you feel for them. And now I’ll be the one to end you all.”

He raises his gun facing Loona, and he pulls the trigger. You don’t even think. You just do. You hear another gunshot as your body jerks back. You watch as your ex falls to the floor, a bullet hole on his forehead. 

You clutch your heart before pulling away and seeing blood. You cough, and more blood comes out. You fall, and you feel someone catch you. 

You close your eyes as breathing starts getting tricky. You feel warmth dripping out of your mouth. You open your eyes to see everyone around you, their lips moving, but you can’t hear clearly. It’s all muted, like a movie. You feel pressure on your chest. God, it hurts. You cough on a particular push, and blood splatters a bit.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Shut the hell up,” Loona barks.

Why is she so angry?

“I’m sorry for chasing you for so long.” 

“Damn it, stop talking! You’re using energy,” Loona says before attempting to cover your mouth, but you cough up more blood.

“Was I evil?” You pause. “I never wanted to become evil,” you cry as tears blind you.

It’s silent for a long time. You blink away the tears to the best of your ability to see that everyone’s stopped. It was all in vain, after all. A gunshot to the heart does that to you. 

You feel a pair of hands on your own and see Millie and Moxxie there. 

“No,” you hear Loona say. 

You slowly look up at her. What was it you wanted to tell her? 

“You were just human,” she says a bit harshly. 

You laugh, and you see her smile slightly before it turns to concern as you begin choking on the blood rising. You spit out as much as possible, but you feel your vision darkening. 

“Where now,” you whisper.

“This isn’t over, dumbass,” you hear before darkness envelops you.

~~

It’s been a week since you died. It really shouldn’t have surprised you that you would end up in Hell, but it was. You thought killing demons would surely get you into Heaven, but after reflecting, you had done other sketchy stuff along the way. 

Still, you aren’t sure if you want to stay. You have seen commercials of a location that focuses on rehabbing sinners and are heavily considering visiting. You wondered if your being here meant that your dad was as well. Or had you taken a darker path?

You sigh as you walk down the street. Truthfully, it feels like being alive. Sure, some people are a bit more malicious, but for the most part, you just have to watch yourself and what’s happening around you. You can’t lie, though. When you first opened your eyes to a red sky, you became terrified at the idea of demons knowing who you were or what you did while you were alive. But you hadn’t encountered that. 

You look down at your new phone as you try to figure out all the apps Hell offers. Similar to Earth. You continue to walk while looking down at your phone before you almost fall over someone. You shift slightly so you don’t fall on top of them, making you fall hard on the floor.  

“Ow, fuck.” You realize you scraped your elbow. 

You pay no attention to the stranger since you don’t want to start a conflict, but they call your attention.

“You’re here?” 

Your eyes snap up to the demon before you, only to be met with Moxxie. You look down at the ground, suddenly feeling ashamed, so many years hunting down demons only to end up in the same place. 

“Uh, yeah. I have to go,” you say as you quickly get up. 

Before you can get too far, Moxxie stops you.

“Wait, can you come with me? Your skills might work for something.”

You look at him, confused, and you want to bolt. What did he mean by that?

“How far away do you want to take me?”

You look up as he points at the building you are currently next to. Huh. You had passed by this building so many times. 

“Fine,” you sigh as he smiles and leads you inside. 

You enter the building, and the ride up the elevator is silent before he speaks again.

“Thanks again. For saving me. I don’t know why you did it, but Millie and I are grateful,” he says while he holds the elevator door open for you.

You nod as you step out and follow him to a door. 

“IMP Headquarters?” 

You stop to study the sign on the door. Moxxie stands by you.

“It stands for Immediate Murder Professionals, and you know…” Moxxie trails off. 

“You’re an imp,” you chuckle. “Nice.” 

He smiles at you before opening the door. For some reason, you didn’t realize that he was leading you back to the people who watched you die until he opened the door. You freeze at the door as your eyes land on Millie and Loona, who are in the central area. Is it too late to run? 

“You can come in,” Moxxie tells you, alerting the other two to your presence.

Millie looks over at you, confused, before recognition crosses her expression. Her face brightens up. 

“It’s you!” 

You awkwardly rub the back of your neck as you wave. This is so strange. You have been trying to kill them for years, and now, because of one instance, they warmed up to you?  You turn to look at Loona, who is staring at you, before looking back at her phone. 

“Nice to see you, too,” you say to her, only for her to flip you off. 

“What’s all the noise- Oh shit, look who came to visit,” Blitz says as he steps out from the office he is in. 

“I found them outside, and I think they could fit in with their skills,” Moxxie says as he stands beside Millie.

“Uhh, what?” Both you and Blitz say at the same time. 

“I’m sorry, they spent most of their life hunting things from Hell, and now you think they’re going to join our team to go kill people on Earth,” Loona questions while staring at Moxxie. 

“That would make me like the biggest hypocrite,” you say as you ponder what Moxxie said. 

“You’re in hell, toots. That doesn’t matter anymore. You’ll be here forever; you might as well make money from it.” Blitz says, intrigued by the idea of another employee.

You turn to look at Loona and find her already staring at you.

“What do you think?” You ask her. 

“I don’t care,” she responds, rolling her eyes. 

You walk over to her and place one hand on the desk while looking down at her.

“Can I have her job? I can be real friendly.” 

Loona stands, and it becomes her turn to stare down at you.

“Watch it,” she growls. 

You are so close to her. You can see her face is slightly flushed, and you smirk. The blush deepens, and you two continue staring at each other for a moment before Blitz speaks again.

“Uh, no. But you can accept the offer to become an assassin.” 

You look back at Blitz and contemplate the offer. What else is there left to do? There was never a point. You shrug.

“Fuck it, sure.” 

Blitz goes off on a tangent as Millie and Moxxie come up to congratulate you. How quickly their view of you changed. You’re sure it’ll come up someday when they’re angry at you. Everyone splits off as Blitz tells you that you can start tomorrow. He goes back to his office, and you look at Loona. 

“What the fuck do you want,” she asks.

Oh, this is going to be fun. 

“Nothing,” you smirk before turning to head out.

“Whatever,” she says as she turns away from you.

“Oh!” You turn back and lean in slightly as she leans back into her chair. “What was it you said? ‘This isn’t over?’”

Your hand lightly touches her, and she looks down quickly before looking back. You clear your throat as you stand up straight, returning to walk out the door.

You turn back once more to wave goodbye to Millie and Moxxie before you look at Loona again and smirk when you find her in the same position, except she’s staring at you. You know you’re both about to make your jobs another hell based on her hard stare, but you’ve always loved a challenge.

“Can’t wait for my first day on the job.”

I think this is my longest work so far!

[resident-gay-bitch]

Day Three of @steddie-week - discover / first kiss / kiss on my list

find the previous day here :)

The afterlife wasn’t what Eddie thought it would be. Granted, he didn’t think it would be like anything. He’d gone the majority thinking that after death there's just… nothing. Like, it’s just death. Eternal darkness. Whatever. Most people would give him weird looks when he’d say that, most believing in at least a Heaven and Hell, but Eddie didn’t care. It’s what he believed, and that was that. 

But if there was an afterlife, this was certainly far from what he’d expected. You know, maybe it would be insanely hot or cold, like just a severely uncomfortable temperature, and decolate lonesome, maybe some form of morbid torture, or the distrant screams of other lost souls drifting through the halls of corridors of Hell. Or, on the slight chance he’d made it to Heaven, he’d get greeted by some angel or whatever and everyone would be in white togas or something. 

He certainly didn’t expect the afterlife to look like a hospital room, or to sound like a beeping machine and snoring and distant laughter, or smell oddly sterile, or feel comfortably warm. 

He also didn’t expect to feel super good about it. 

“Jesus- kid!” He heard a gruff voice say, and it was familiar. 

What the fuck was Uncle Wayne doing in my afterlife? 

And then his body was shocked with the warm feeling of a full bodied hug and his senses were filled with the thick scent of a woody aftershave and cheap detergent and instant coffee, and Eddie couldn’t care to question why his uncle was dead too, he just wanted to hug him. He hadn’t hugged him in a very long time, and right now, it felt super nice. 

It was a long hug too, and he was pretty sure Wayne was crying. 

He hadn’t seen Wayne cry, ever, except for that one day when Eddie got put into his care after his mother had died. 

Wayne pulled back and planted his hands sternly on Eddie’s shoulders, and his cheeks were all wet and his under eyes were all swollen, and it was a very strange thing to look at. Wayne wasn’t a vulnerable person, and he allowed himself to be vulnerable around Eddie, when Eddie was hurting, but never to this extent. The man looked distraught. 

Eddie supposed he did just die, so it was nice to know one person wasn’t feeling so hot about it. 

“Never do that again, kid.” 

Eddie furrowed his brow, “Do what?” His voice sounded weird, a little scratchy. It bugged him out. 

“Die.” Wayne said sternly. 

Eddie pulled a weird face and started to giggle, “Erm, I don’t think I can promise that, Wayne.” 

“Promise it.” He pressed again. 

“I promise… I will not… try to die.” Eddie said with a nod and another giggle, “I don’t have much say over the matter.” 

“Fine.” Wayne gruffed, and then pointed a finger at him, “No dying until I’m long dead.” 

Eddie didn’t like the sound of that. Of Wayne dying. Wayne wasn’t supposed to die. That’s just not a thing that can happen. Eddie needs him too much. 

Wait. 

Waynes already dead… if they’re here. 

In the afterlife. 

Oh my god, Waynes dead. 

Eddie started hyperventilating. 

“Wo- woah, woah, what’s going on, son?” Wayne pressed a hand over Eddie’s hear and tried to calm him, “I- I’m sorry, I’m not… I didn’t mean- I didn’t-” 

“No!” Eddie shook his head, he felt frantic. Wayne couldn’t be dead. He just… he couldn’t. He wasn’t supposed to die! Fuck, “Wh- why are you here?”

“I’m-” Wayne looked like he was choking up and Eddie hated it, “Wh- what did I do? How can I… g- get a nurse-”

“Hey.” Another voice drifted into the picture and Eddie felt another set of hands on his chest and shoulder, slowly guiding him back down into his pillows, “Hey… hey… shhh.” 

“Wh- what’s…” Eddie looked at the voice, and it was an Angel. 

Huh, Eddie always thought Angels were supposed to be like, those big scary things with the eye in the middle and like, rings around it or too many wings, and it looked like it was supposed to trip you out. That’s what the damn Bible said. But hey, he guessed humans got something right. 

They were beautiful creatures, Angels. They had soft features, and pretty pink lips, and freckles smattered over rosy cheeks, and gorgeous eyes, and strong shoulders, and fluffy brown hair, and moles that scattered it’s tanned skin, and muscles, and wore yellow sweaters. 

Eddie relaxed a little in the Angel's presence. 

He never thought himself religious, but after coming face first with divinity such as this, Eddie thought he might start praying every day. 

“Relax. You’re okay.” The Angel said again, and Eddie listened, “What’s wrong?” 

“He can’t be here.” Eddie whined, he felt his eyes grow a little wet and he struggled to lift a hand high enough to point back at Wayne. 

The Angel furrowed its pretty brow, “Why not?” 

“He can’t.” Eddie shook his head, a stern whisper, “It’s too soon.” 

The Angel clenched his jaw, “Do… Do you want him to leave?” 

“Please.” Eddie begged, because if anyone could grant life to a mortal again, it would be this Angel, wouldn’t it? 

“Really?” Wayne croaked, and Eddie turned to look at him, “You don’t want me here, kid?” 

Eddie shook his head, Wayne has to live. He has to. Eddie wont be okay if he doesn't. 

Wayne's breath hitched, “W- well, alright then.” He stepped away from the bed and Eddie already missed him, “B-bye.” 

Eddie looked at the Angel with desperation, “He’s going to be okay?” 

The Angel swallowed, “Hes… what?” 

“You’re going to make sure he’s okay?” Eddie pressed, and he really hoped this Angel did what was best for Wayne, “You’re going to watch over him?” 

“Sorry?” The Angel looked confused. 

Weird. It must be his first week on the job or something. 

“Will my uncle be okay down there?” 

“Down where?” The angel asked and looked over to Wayne. 

“On earth.” Eddie said with a sassy shake of his head, because where the fuck else would he be talking about?, “Where people live?” 

“Wh-” 

“Eddie.” Wayne interrupted, stepping a little closer, “Are… Where do you think you are right now?” 

“I dunno.” Eddie shrugged, “Heaven? Is that what you call it here?” He looked back to the Angel. 

“Heaven?” Wayne asked again, “Didn’t think you believed in that-”

“Shh!” Eddie pulled a stern face at him and gestured his head toward the Angel, “Don’t tell it that.” 

“It?” The Angel asked. 

Eddie turned back to the beautiful entity, “Do Angels have gender?” 

The Angel furrowed its brow again, and Eddie heard Wayne snicker from behind him, and then the Angels' already rosy cheeks turned even pinker, “E- Eddie…” it knew his name? Fuck, of course it knew his name, it was a damn Angel. But Eddie was still a little awestruck because wow, something that beautiful is addressing him?, “Do- do you think I’m an Angel?” 

Eddie blushed a little this time, “Am I not supposed to figure it out?” He thought for a moment. Maybe Angels take the form of a human to blend in, to not scare people with their super big scary eye or whatever, “Sorry- I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” 

The Angel smiled, and it was so pretty. It had a lovely set of pearly whites too, and Eddie maybe wanted to run his fingers along them. 

“Ed…” Wayne put his warm, roughed up hand on Eddie’s forearm and smiled, “Do you think you’re dead?” 

Eddie nodded, as if it was obvious, “I died… it was… oh, Wayne, it hurt so bad.” He scoffed and shook his head, “Wished you were there… but it’s okay. I had Dustin… and Steve.” 

Wayne’s eyes widened a little, “Oh, you had Steve did you?” 

Eddie nodded, “Yeah…” He sighed a little dreamily, “He’s so handsome.” And then he giggled. 

Wayne grinned almost evilly and sat himself back down in his chair, “I bet he is. Did you tell him?” 

“Oh yeah.” Eddie nodded, “He was the last thing I saw, you know? Such a pretty face.” 

The Angel's breath hitched behind him, and then Eddie turned to look at it. The Angel sat down too, and Eddie thought it kind of looked a little like Steve. A lot like Steve, actually. It was so pretty. 

Eddie giggled and reached a finger out to draw it over the Angels cheek, down over its nose and the top of its lip, “Like you… but… sorry, Steve’s more beautiful.” 

“What?” A third voice entered the conversation, with a little shriek. Eddie looked over to see… oh no, Dustin. Dustin dropped all his things and threw himself at Eddie, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping himself around him, “You’re okay!” 

Why was everyone dead? 

Eddie held Dustin tight and looked to the Angel, “Why is he here too?” 

It looked confused again, and so did Dustin. Dustin looked actually quite hurt, much like Wayne did before, “You… you don’t want to see me?” 

Eddie shook his head, “Of course I want to see you…” He looked back to the Angel, “Take him back.” 

“Take him back?” The Angel asked. 

“Both of them!” Eddie felt himself well up a little. 

“Is he okay?” He heard a fourth voice whisper, and he looked over to see Scott whispering in Wayne's ear. 

No! Not Mr. Clark too. Fuck, why was everyone dead? 

“All of them.” Eddie demanded, “Make them all live again!” 

“Eddie thinks he’s dead.” Wayne said simply, addressing Dustin and his partner, “He’s high on pain meds, and he thinks Steve is an Angel, and we're all dead here with him in the afterlife.” 

Scott seemed to relax a little at that as he sat down next to Wayne, and Dustin slumped back into Eddie’s chest. 

“Your name is Steve?” Eddie asked the Angel, “Did you steal his face, and his name?” 

The Angel- well, Steve apparently - blushed and smiled a little bit, “I’m really sorry.”

Eddie sighed and pouted, “I suppose it is a nice way to settle me in.” 

“Yeah?” Steve asked. 

Eddie hummed, “So beautiful.” 

Dustin made a strange sound, “Steve?” 

“It’s not Steve.” Eddie pressed, and looked back at the Angel, “I’m very sorry, Angel. You are beautiful, but you don’t compare to my Stevie, so I cannot call you that.” 

The Angel turned very red. Eddie hoped he didn’t make it too angry, but he just couldn’t replace his Steve like that. 

“Your Stevie?” Dustin screeched. 

Eddie felt his heart drop. 

“He… he said that before I…” He swallowed. His head suddenly felt very clouded and if he wasn’t already dead, he’s sure this might just kill him, “Please tell me I didn’t make that up… I can’t have made that up. I- I need it to be real. For so long, I’ve… he… he said he sees- please tell me I didn’t make it up. Please tell me he called himself mine.” 

He looked desperately to the Angel, because they were supposed to be these… be all, know all creatures. And Eddie was sure that if it didn’t know, it could just check in with God or something. 

“Please tell me it’s true.” Eddie sobbed, his eyes pleading, he suddenly felt very tired again. 

The Angel looked a little saddened as it looked at Eddie, still red in the cheeks. It smiled softly, it’s eyes darted over to Wayne and then it ducked its head, “N- no. You didn’t make it up, Eddie.” Oh, sweet heavens, literally. Eddie was okay now, “I- he… he really said that. Steve said he’ll be yours, as long as you’ll have him.” 

Eddie smiled dreamily and sunk back into his pillows, “I’ll have him forever. I’ll wait for him. Can you tell him I’ll wait for him?” He looked between Dustin and his uncles, “When the Angel takes you back to earth, will you tell Steve I’ll wait for him? He can have a happy, long life without me, and when he gets really old and dies of old person things and comes here, I’ll be waiting.” 

Wayne gave him a very soft smile, “I’m pretty sure he already knows, Ed-”

“Just promise.” Eddie said sternly, “He has to know that I love him.” 

The Angel gasped and Eddie looked over to it. 

“You-” It shook its pretty head, “Love?” 

Eddie nodded, his eyes very droopy now, “Hey Dustin?”

“Yeah?” He responded, his voice a little drifty, like his head wasn’t fully in the game. 

“Can you look after Stevie?” 

“Yeah.” Dustin nodded and looked over to the Angel with a sweet smile that Eddie really loved, “Promise I’ll look after him.” 

“Good- and- and you too. Look after yourself… too.” He closed his eyes and hummed. 

“Okay.” Dustin whispered, “Hey, Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you just… one more time for us, tell us how pretty you think Steve is?” 

Eddie heard a swatting sound, like someone just got smacked. He couldn’t help but smile, of course, every time Steve popped into his head he had to smile. He loved Steve. And Steve was so pretty. Prettier than a goddamned Angel, apparently. 

“Oh, he’s so pretty.” Eddie giggled and pried opened his eyes, “Don’t you think?” 

“I mean, I don’t think.” Dustin shrugged, “Max does-”

“What?” The Angel said. 

“I dunno, it’s the chest hair.” Dustin said. 

The Angel shrunk down into its seat with more blush in it’s cheeks. 

“Why don’t you think?” Eddie gasped and looked at the Angel, “Look, is that not super pretty.” 

“Erm…” 

“But, make it less blurry, and a little bitchy, and then you’ll have Stevie.” 

“Blurry?” 

“It’s so blurry in here.” Eddie said, and then he giggled, “You look so fuzzy.” 

“Bitchy?” The Angel asked, and crossed its legs with a little sass. 

“Mhm.” Eddie nodded, “Bitchy- Wayne knows.” 

“I do.” He grinned and nodded at the Angel, “Steve’s sassy.” 

The Angel's eyes widened and it lowered his head, as if it was shy, “Is not.” 

Eddie giggled again, “So bitchy.” He bit his lip just thinking about it. Every bitchy remark he’d heard get called in school. The bitchy remarks thrown his way in the last week of Eddie’s life. The little hand on the hips pose he’d pull when giving one of the freshmen a look of disapproval. So bitchy, “So hot.” 

“Okay.” Dustin said quickly and shook his head, “Time for night night’s, Eddie.” 

Eddie pouted. 

“You’ll be able to see Steve when you wake up.” 

Eddie immediately closed his eyes, and everyone laughed a little. He thought for a moment- he did not want another dead person in here. He opened his eyes again, and Dustin groaned. 

“He can’t be dead too.” 

Dustin made a strangled face. 

“Like…” Scott leant forward to speak, “You’ll be able to look down and watch over him.” 

Eddie relaxed instantly. He liked the idea of that very much. Hopefully he could help keep Steve out of trouble too. Guide him in the right direction. 

“And you’ll re-alive all of them?” Eddie asked the Angel, pointing out at the three people in the room. 

“Promise.” The Angel nodded once. 

“Okay.” Eddie smiled and closed his eyes again, thankfully, he was so tired, “Night night.” 

“Night night.” Wayne said with a little chuckle, and then Eddie was out. 

When Eddie woke up again, the room was very dark. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. It was a good sleep, a very good sleep. He had a dull ache in his side, and an ache in his bones he supposed was from not moving in a while and sleeping on this rock of a mattress. He looked around and vaguely remembered waking up in a hospital room before, but he didn’t think it was a hospital room before. 

He looked around to see Dustin weirdly splayed out on an armchair he was pretty sure Wayne occupied before, and then he found someone else sitting in a little chair on the other side of his bed. His face smushed down into the mattress by Eddie’s hips, his hand reached up over Eddie’s thigh and rested on his stomach- his fingers intertwined with Eddie’s own. 

Oh god, it was Steve. Steve in his sweet yellow sweater, sleeping uncomfortably, half on Eddie’s bed, holding Eddie’s hand. 

Why did he remember an Angel sitting in that same position? 

He gently stroked his thumb over the back of Steve's warm hand that- ohhh, Eddie couldn’t believe he was holding. All his dreams were coming fucking true. 

And not only that, but he lived. He lived and Steve was holding his hand. 

Life was looking up for Eddie. 

He dared to reach out and run his fingers through the soft hair on Steve's head, and it was even better than he’d imagined. Light and fluffy, silky and smooth, so soft. Eddie hoped Steve would let him do this forever. He played with Steve's hair as carefully as he could, trying to remain soothing so he wouldn’t wake. 

But it was useless. Steve lifted his head and yawned and looked at Eddie, and all Eddie could do was freeze. He froze, one hand sitting in Steves, and the other sitting flat atop his head. They both blinked, once, twice, and then Steve was smiling. 

“You’re awake.” 

Eddie nodded. 

“Your hand is on my head.”

“Sorry.” Eddie swallowed and pulled it back. 

Steve laughed, “It’s okay, it felt nice.” He laid his head back down on the mattress, but this time he turned so he could face Eddie, “Keep doing it?” 

Ah, this must be the universe apologising for all the fucked up shit that’s happened. Eddie ran his hand through Steve’s soft hair again. 

“You still high?”

Eddie snickered, “Don’t think so.” 

“Good.” Steve smiled, “Whilst that was really funny, it did bring up some awkward conversations.” 

“Oh god…” Eddie swallowed, “What did I say?” 

“Well, for one… you thought Wayne was dead and then you thought the same about Dustin and Mr. Clark- who, by the way, was a shock to see here.” 

Eddie snickered, “Oh, yeah…well, you can understand why it’s not common knowledge that they’re together- you don’t have an issue-”

“No, god no.” Steve rolled his eyes, “Just… my middle school science teacher was the last person I expected to see waiting at your bedside, crying over you.” 

Eddie’s heart swelled, “How long was I out for?” 

“Three days.” Steve said with a sigh, “And then you passed out for another seven hours… Wayne and Scott have gone home to shower, they’ll be back in an hour or two.” 

“Okay.” Eddie said quietly. 

“You also thought I was an Angel.” 

Ah. 

“Right.” 

“It was… amusing.” Steve smiled, “You kept asking me to make sure they’d all be resurrected.”

Eddie laughed softly, “And I see you’ve done your job well.”  

“I take it very seriously.” Steve nodded. 

“As you should.” 

Steve gave Eddie a warm smile and closed his eyes for a moment. Eddie felt him squeeze his hand softly, like he just needed a moment to process it - Eddie, being alive and here right now, with Steve. 

The thought of that gave Eddie butterflies. 

Steve opened his eyes again, and Eddie had to take a moment to appreciate just how beautiful they were. The room was dark, but there was just enough moonlight being cast through the window (and glowing flashy things on Eddie’s heart rate monitor and everything all around him) to illuminate his soft features, and Eddie thought maybe that Angel was still in the room with him. Steve could very well be one, with beauty like that and a heart like his. 

“What are you thinking about?” Steve whispered after a while. 

Before Eddie even processed the question properly, his damn mouth was betraying him and speaking on its own accord, “You.” 

“Ew.” 

Eddie’s heart sank. Ew? Ew? Okay, Eddie could handle a little rejection, but he thought Steve might be a little more mature about it than that. 

Only it wasn’t Steve that said that, was it? 

“Get a goddamned room.” Dustin groaned and rubbed his eyes before flopping into another uncomfortable looking position. 

“We have one.” Steve sat up, resting his elbow of the arm that held Eddie’s hand on the mattress and the other one gestured to the entire room, “You’re just in it.” 

Dustin groaned and pulled the blanket up over his head, “Gross.” 

“You’re gross.” Steve snapped back. 

“Stop.” 

“We were having a moment, Dustin.” Steve cocked his head at the boy, who was still hiding behind his blanket, “And you ruined it.” 

“Stop having moments when there are fourteen year olds in the room then.” 

“Sorry that Eddie woke up whilst you were in here. Not my fault.” 

Eddie was enjoying this conversation very much. Watching on with a bright smile. 

“It’s entirely your fault.” Dustin pulled the blanket back and deadpanned him. 

“Listen here you little shit.” Steve whispered sternly and pointed a finger at him, “You either shut up and go back to sleep, or you go get a soda or something.” 

“I’m tired.” Dustin whined. 

“Sleep then.” Steve wabbled his head. 

“You’re so annoying.” 

Steve gave the kid the bitchiest smile he could muster, “Likewise.” 

Dustin flipped him off, and Steve flipped him off right back. 

Eddie looked at Steve dreamily and bit his lip. 

“Oh ew.” Dustin said again and kicked his covers off, “Eddie, get a grip man.” 

Eddie blinked and looked at Dustin a little confused, so did Steve. 

“Steve, never be bitchy around Eddie again, look at him. This is repulsive.” Dustin muttered and grabbed his backpack off the floor, “I’m getting a soda.” 

Steve snickered and winked at him, “Have fun.” 

Dustin flipped him off again and left the room. 

“What?” Eddie muttered. 

“Apparently you like it when I’m bitchy.” Steve said simply, shuffling his chair a little closer to lay his head down again. However this time, rather than resting it on the mattress, he rested it on Eddie’s thigh. 

Eddie turned bright fucking red and Steve giggled. How the fuck did he know that? 

“You talk a lot when high.” 

Eddie smiled shily, oh, “Ah, yeah… that’s… that’s something I’m working on.” 

Steve laughed. They fell into a comfortable silence again, and Eddie rested his hand on the back of Steve's head and sifted his stiff fingers through Steve’s hair. He honestly couldn’t get enough of it. He tensed when he noticed that Steve had started to cry. He stopped his movements entirely, looking down at him as the tears started to fall from his pretty eyes. 

“Don’t stop.” Steve sobbed, his voice so brittle and quiet, on the verge of breaking, “Please don’t stop.” 

So Eddie didn’t. He tightened his grip on Steve's warm hand (which was a little clammy now, but so was his own) and continued to run his fingers through Steve's hair. Steve cried, but it wasn’t a broken cry, it didn’t twist his gut and make him hurt. It was soft, almost as delicate as a flower. Eddie felt a little strange for thinking this, but it was a pretty cry. Steve looked awfully pretty whilst crying right now. He switched between quietly sobbing with his eyes closed, leaning into Eddie’s thigh and soaking the blankets with his tears, to just looking at Eddie with a saddened smile, the tears still falling and his lip still trembling, but not as painful. He thought maybe Steve was fighting between emotions; finally letting himself feel all the pain they had to go through, and being so utterly grateful that they were alive, and here, together. And so Eddie kept stroking his hair, and offered Steve small smiles, and that’s all he could do, and that’s all that Steve needed. 

He found it a little ironic, actually. Well, not ironic, more so just… bittersweet. When Eddie was bleeding out in Steve’s arms, Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s hair to soothe him and it made him feel a little calmer. And now, here Steve was, crying to Eddie, looking more vulnerable than Eddie had ever seen him, and Eddie was stroking Steve's hair. 

He thought it was a little poetic, in a messed up sort of way. 

“Thank you.” Steve sobbed with a sort of sniffle that followed. He dragged their joint hands towards his face, and kissed Eddie’s knuckles that were a little roughed up and scarred, now that he looked at them, “Thank you.” 

Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat, he had a feeling Steve wasn’t thanking him for stroking his hair. 

“Of course, Stevie.” Eddie whispered. 

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He squeezed Eddie’s hand. 

“Me too, Sweetheart.” He fluffed Steve's hair, and Steve smiled, blooming pink again. 

He sobbed into Eddie’s thigh again, and Eddie’s eyes suddenly felt very wet themselves. 

“Come here.” He whispered, gently nudging Steve's shoulder. 

Steve sat up - their hands very unfortunately disconnecting - and he wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater, “You sure?” 

Eddie smiled and pet the spot on his bed beside him, and peeled back the covers, “Ah… don’t mind the hospital gown, promise I’m usually more decently dressed than this.” 

Steve laughed wetly and climbed up onto the bed beside Eddie, and curled into his side, his head resting on Eddie’s chest, one of his legs hooked over Eddie’s. Eddie tucked the covers back up around their waists and put his arm around Steve, fighting off the pain that came with. 

Steve took his hand again, and looked up at Eddie. 

This would probably be the right time, if ever, for Eddie to lean down and kiss those pretty swollen lips of Steves. To hold him and tell him he loved him. To say everything and nothing at all. But a horrible feeling sunk deep in his chest told him not too. It ate away at him and told him Steve would never want that. It’s just the heat of the moment. Don’t be stupid, Eddie. 

Eddie swallowed and laid back into his pillows, looking up at the roof. Steve sighed and settled in against him, his thumb now rubbing soft circles over the back of Eddie’s hand. Eddie sifted a hand through his hair again. 

I love you, Eddie thought to himself, I love you with every bone in my body, and all the blood in my veins. 

“Oh god.” Dustin groaned as he walked back into the room, “It’s gotten worse.” 

Eddie couldn’t help but grin as the boy flopped down into his chair again. 

“What’s your problem, Dustin?” Steve whispered, his voice still wet from crying, but he was doing his best to put on a brave face for the kid, “I thought you wanted me and Eddie to like eachother.” 

“Yeah…” Dustin shook his head at them like this was an obvious fact, “But not this much.” 

Eddie felt his cheeks blush. 

“So, you wanted us to be humble acquaintances?” Eddie asked, his fingers playing with the hairs at the high of Steve's neck. 

“No.” Dustin scoffed and sipped on his soda, “I wanted you to be friends… like, good friends.” 

“Ah, we are good friends.” Steve said. 

“No.” Dustin shook his head, “You’re like, in love with each other. I don’t need my two big brother figures being in love with each other, that’s gross.” 

“You think of us like brothers?” Steve asked, a little in awe. 

Eddie couldn’t help but feel the same, “Yeah, you think-”

“I shouldn’t have said that.” Dustin muttered. 

Wait. 

“Steve.” 

Steve tensed, “Y… yeah?” 

“Are you…” Eddie swallowed, “Are you in love with me?” 

Steve furrowed his brow and looked up at Eddie, “Well…” He shrugged. 

They could both feel Dustin glaring at them from over there. 

“You- you want me?” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. 

“Yeah.” Steve said, as easy as breathing, “Do… you remember our conversation before you- before?” 

That was real? 

“Wait…” Dustin stood up, “You mean to tell me that you’re here, cuddled up in bed, and you think this is just… friends being friends?” 

Eddie’s eyes widened and he felt himself blush a little more, “Is it not?” 

“Have you not been making out in my absence?” 

“Making out?” Eddie almost shouted. 

“Ah, no.” Steve said, “Eddie just woke up from a coma, Dustin. As if I’m just going to have a heated makeout session with him about it!” 

“Have you kissed?” 

“Not yet!” Steve skwarked, “What did I just say?” 

“Well, I’d assumed you’d have kissed him- Jesus… it’s just been Eddie this, Eddie that, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie for the past three and a half days Steve.” Dustin folded his arms over his chest and sassed him. 

Steve deadpanned him, “Now you know how I feel.” 

Dustin blushed and looked at Eddie, “I didn’t talk about him that much.” 

“You realise the only reason I feel this way about Eddie is because you wouldn’t shut up about him- I know him better than I know you at this point, kid.” 

Eddie swallowed, his heart was beating so fast. So fucking fast right now. Steve… Steve loved him? Steve wanted to kiss him? Steve has wanted this for longer than they’ve even properly known each other? Just… just like Eddie? Oh god, oh god, oh, god-

“Fine, but you can’t be all mushy and gross around me. Just… kiss your boyfriend, Steve!” 

“I would if you weren’t standing here, telling me to kiss him- plus, I don’t think Eddie actually wants that?” 

Huh. 

Is Steve on drugs now? 

Wait, boyfriend?

“What makes you say that- he litteraly professed his love to you whilst high, thinking you were so beautiful you had to be an Angel, Steven.” 

“Don’t use my legal name.” Steve glared at him, “I say that, because… well, it’s none of your business, actually.” 

“It is my business, since I’m the reason this is happening, apparently.” 

“Can you just give me and my boyfriend some space, please?”

Boyfriend? 

“Well-” Dustin stopped mid sentence, and looked dead at Eddie, “Ah… are you okay?” 

Steve turned to him and gasped, “Oh, my god, Dustin, get a nurse- Eddie, Eddie what’s happening? Where does it hurt?”

“Boyfriend?” Is what Eddie squeaked out, his heartbeat thudding so loudly in his ears he could barely hear the heart rate monitor's rapid beeping sound. 

“Wh- that…. Are you…” Steve sat up, frantically checking over Eddie, “Dustin, get. the. nurse.” 

Eddie could only stare at Steve, “You love me?” 

“Not important- Dustin!”

“He’s fine, Steve!” Dustin shouted, “Look at him.” 

“He's gonna have a heart attack or something!” Steve was on edge. 

“No.” Dustin laughed, “Oh my god, you’re such a loser, Eddie.” 

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times. 

“Dustin-”

“He’s fine.” Dustin sighed and grabbed his backpack, “I’m going to visit Max.” He walked for the door, and Steve was about to lose his shit, “Just kiss him, man.” 

Steve looked back at Eddie as the door swung shut, and Eddie just started nodding his head aggressively. 

“You- are…” 

Eddie reached forward to grab Steve's hands and pull him closer, “You love me?” 

Steve’s eyes widened and he sat back on his heels, thinking for a second, “Well… well, yeah?” 

“I’m your boyfriend?” 

Steve kinda smiled, “Yes?” 

“Ohmygod.” Eddie muttered, “Ohmygod.” 

Steve's shoulders relaxed, “You didn’t know?” 

Eddie shook his head, his heart rate slowing slightly but it was still beating faster than normal. 

Steve sighed and slouched back into Eddie’s side, cuddled up against the pillows again, “Do you want me to kiss you?” 

Eddie nodded rapidly, “You want that?” 

“Of course I do, baby.” Steve smiled and brushed some of Eddie’s hair out of his face and behind his ear, “Do you?” 

“Of course.” Eddie muttered, too nervous to move closer, “O-of course.” 

“Okay.” Steve laughed softly, “I can kiss you.” 

“And… it wasn’t a dream?” Eddie asked, his voice a little quiet as Steve moved closer, his heart rate spiking again, “You- you’re really mine?” 

“As long as you’ll have me, Ed’s.” 

“Oh.” Eddie melted, and Steve finally kissed him. 

It was the best kiss that Eddie had ever had. 

It was one of the best things in Eddie’s entire life. 

Eddie would have Steve forever and longer, for as long as he could. 

**

read Day Four here

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An Unexpected Padawan | Obi-wan x GN! Reader

!MINORS DNI!

A/N: This is my first obi-wan fic and I sorta mashed a lot of the ideas I had into one super long story (you've been warned). I'm just down so bad for this man. It's a slow burn, but worth it in the end 😉

I also did not proof read any of this. I just finished writing it at 2am, the endings kinda rushed but I might make a little sequel in the future.

CW: Violence, assault, strong language, alcohol, smut, unprotected piv, oral, afab anatomy described

Word count: 7.8k

(Set during the clone wars)

You always felt different than everyone around you. Everyone told you it was just part of growing up, teenage hormones. But only it never went away. In fact, it got worse. The older you got, the harder it became to control your feelings and emotions. You were celebrating your 25th birthday in your favorite club when everything escalated. 

“25! You finally got that fully developed brain everyone’s always talking about!” Your friend playfully elbowed you and handed you a shot glass. 

“Yup, guess this is the brain I’m stuck with now!” You chuckled, clinking your glasses together then swallowing your drink in one gulp.

“Woah, did I hear there’s a birthday over here?” a man approached you and placed his hand on your lower back.

A chill shot up your spine as you recoiled from the strangers touch and moved away. You looked over the man, he was visibly drunk and could barely stand upright. 

“Uhm, I don’t know anything about a birthday, man.” You lied, hoping he would leave you alone. 

“Ah, I know what I heard! Lemme buy you a drink, sweet cheeks.” He persisted. 

“C’mon, they’re obviously not interested. Just let us enjoy our night.” Your friend chimed in. 

The man sighed and dramatically rolled his eyes, “No one fuckin’ asked you, bitch.”

A twinge of anger coursed through your veins and you balled one hand up into a fist.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” You warned the scumbag. 

“Or what?” He prodded, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a smirk.

Your jaw clenched and your fist tightened, you didn’t want to cause a scene, but this guy was going to get what was coming to him. Before you could open your mouth to tell him off the man gasped for air and began choking. 

This brought some slight amusement to you, seeing as karma had taken care of this jerk before you could. But when his hands grasped at his throat and his lips were turning blue, your anger turned to concern. You unclenched your fist as worry overcame your thoughts, but just as suddenly as it began, his fit ended. He collapsed to the floor, tears welling in his eyes and face red as he desperately tried to catch his breath. 

You crouched down by him, “Are you okay? Do you need some water??” Sure, the guy was an asshole but he didn’t deserve to die for being a drunken idiot. 

“Get away from me!” He yelled, backing up from you, “What the fuck did you do to me?!” 

“I… you were choking, I didn’t do anything!” You defended yourself. 

The man scrambled to his feet and mumbled something about a jedi before bolting out of the club. 

“Serves you right, asshole!” Your friend called after the man. 

You stood up and glanced around, noticing all eyes were on you. Your gaze awkwardly darted across the room and it landed on a stranger. The stranger looked away from your gaze immediately and hurried to leave the establishment. 

You sighed and ordered another drink, trying to put whatever just happened to the back of your mind, “Some birthday, huh?” 

-

The next morning you awoke to loud knocking at your door. With sleepy eyes and a pounding headache, you reluctantly got up from your bed and dragged yourself to the door. When you opened to door to your small apartment, you were greeted by the stranger you had briefly made eye contact last night. 

“Can I help you?” You squinted as sunlight from behind the figure glared into your vision. 

“Yes, I am here on behalf of the Jedi Council. My name is Plo Koon.”

You straightened your posture and perked up, “Oh, hello sir! What brings you here?” 

“You. I have reasonable suspicion that you may be force-sensitive and have been overlooked when you were a child.” Plo Koon explained. 

“Me? Are you sure you have the right person?” 

Plo Kloon recited your full name, your parents names, and your home planet.

“Wow.. uhm, so what does this mean?” You didn’t know if this was some weird hangover dream you can’t wake up from. 

“We would like to take a blood sample, and if my suspicion is correct, come to meet the Jedi Council on Coruscant.” he explained.

“Wow.” You repeated yourself, “Well, I guess a blood test wouldn’t hurt… Please, come in.” 

You stepped aside to let the Jedi in. You watched as he set down a small machine and set up some supplies. You’ve never encountered a Jedi before, but from what you heard they were incredibly serious and strict.

“It will just be a poke on the tip of your finger.” Master Plo Koon approached you. 

You nodded and held out your hand for him. He gently took your hand and pricked your finger, collecting a drop of blood on the machine he held. 

“It will just take a moment to get the results.” He assured you, sending a message over his comlink. 

You wiped your finger clean and went to your small dinette to get a cup of caf to try and wake you up some more. 

You invited Master Plo Koon to sit on the couch with you and offered him a cup of caf he gladly accepted. You made small talk for a few minutes before a message came over Plo Koon’s comlink. 

“The sample you’ve sent contains midi-chlorians consistent with those who are force sensitive.”

“Thank you.” The Jedi spoke into his comlink then looked to you, “Would you come to meet the council?”

“Right now?” You got a sudden wave of anxiety. Is your whole life about to get uprooted because some idiot decided to harass you in the bar last night?

“Yes. You are already 20 years late.” The jedi joked. 

You chuckled, “Okay… just give me an hour to get ready, please. You’re welcome to wait here.” 

You stood up and headed to your bathroom to take a shower and prepare for this adventure. 

-

It took the entire day to arrive at Coruscant, but the cushy Jedi accommodations helped the long journey. Master Plo Koon led you to modest sleeping quarters and bid you goodnight. 

You took a moment to take in your surroundings. The room was decently sized, but was too industrial for your liking. Plopping your bag on the bed, you dug around for your nightwear and got ready for bed. You could only assume it would be a long day tomorrow. 

-

“Rise and shine.” A robotic voice jolted you awake. 

“Uhm, hello…” You warily greeted the droid that barged into your room.

“I am BNI-393, but you can call me Bunny.” The droid explained as she set down a bowl of food for you, “In 15 minutes Master Plo Koon will escort you to meet the Jedi Council.”

You nodded as you sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Thank you, Bunny.” you said, starting to eat your breakfast.

You enjoyed a comfortable silence as you finished eating and got dressed for the day. A knock at your door signaled it was time to go. 

You opened the door and greeted the Jedi with a smile, “Good morning.” 

“Good morning, (y/n).” He reciprocated. 

Plo Kloon guided you through the Jedi Temple. It was much larger than you could have imagined. He pointed out different rooms and wings of the temple as you made your way. He led you through a large door and you entered a circular room with the members of the Jedi Council sitting in chairs arranged in a circle. Most were there in person, only a few holograms. You looked around the room, starting to feel quite intimidated. Trying to calm yourself, you took a deep breath.

Master Plo Koon began to address the Council, “I am here before you with (y/n), someone who I believe was unfortunately overlooked as being a force-sensitive child. They display impressive strength for never having knowledge or training in the ways of the force.” 

A hologram popped up with your midi-chlorian readings.

“Just two days ago I personally witnessed a display of (y/n)’s strength.” 

The hologram switched to a video of the events that unfolded on your birthday.

“I believe this was not done intentionally. However, without proper training and guidance I suspect (y/n) will unknowingly cause harm. Or worse, the Separatists will get to them.” The Jedi concluded. 

Your attention was redirected from Plo Koon when a voice spoke up, “Aware of your actions, were you?”

You turned toward a small green man, “No, I didn’t know I was hurting that man. I didn’t mean to.” 

“Hmm. Confusion and isolation, I sense in you.” he continued.

You nodded slowly, “I… I always felt different than everyone else. But I had no clue it was because of something like this. Can you help me?” 

“They are much too old to begin Jedi training.” One man noted

“Yes, but what choice do we have? They’re obviously powerful, without training who knows what could happen.” A younger man with a scar across his right eye chimed in. 

“I have to agree with Anakin.” A slightly older man with light brown hair and a full beard said. 

“(y/n)’s choice, it must be.” The green man said, “Use them for our own gain or out of fear, we cannot.”

All eyes were on you, waiting for an answer. “Yes, I would like to be trained.” You needed to know how to control your emotions. 

“Join the younglings, you will.” He stated, “Advance quickly, I suspect you will.” 

You smiled and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

-

The next few months were filled with studying, learning everything about the Jedi code, the force, your brain was jammed so full of knowledge, you didn’t know if you could physically read another sentence. 

You were in the library, head face down on the desk with five different books open in front of you. You needed a break. 

“Studying hard I see.” 

The sudden voice filling the silence made you jump, you looked up and a smile spread across your face. 

“I’m trying to, Master Kenobi.” you admitted sheepishly.

You two always seemed to bump into each other, and it didn’t help that you’ve become fast friends with Anakin. At first Obi-wan had seemed very stoic, all business. But once you started to talk to Anakin and he told you stories when he was Obi-wan’s padawan, you started to see his cool demeanor was a front. You only caught glimpses of the real Obi-wan, when you walked into a room where he was alone or with Anakin and he was able to take a break from being a General. The moment he noticed you he would straighten up and play the part of a typical Jedi Master. To be honest, you’ve become infatuated with cracking him. 

“Well, I’m not sure sleeping in the library is going to help you.” He poked fun at you.

You playfully scoffed at him, “I was not sleeping, I was just… taking a break.” You defended yourself. 

“Ah, well would you like to take a break outside with me?” Obi-wan offered. 

You nodded, closed your books and followed him to a balcony nearby. It was a few hours past mid-day, the usual hustle and bustle of the planet could be observed in the distance. 

“The council has noticed how hard you’ve been working.” Obi-wan spoke, looking out to the horizon. “That’s good.” You shifted your gaze to the man beside you. Since you first saw him in the council room, you thought he was absolutely gorgeous. So far you’ve been able to ignore your feelings by drowning yourself in training. 

“Yes, it’s so good in fact,” he turned to face you, “that they have appointed you to be my padawan.” 

You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping open and your eyes widening, “Are you serious??” Obi-wan let out a chuckle, “Very serious, my young apprentice.” 

A huge smile spread across your face and you enveloped your new Master in a tight hug. 

“O-oh my.” Obi-wan was caught off guard by your actions, but he placed a hand on your back. 

You released him from your death grip and beamed up at Obi-wan, “So, Master. What will my first lesson be?” 

“I was thinking sparring.” Obi-wan lifted his hand to his chin.

“You’re on.” you smirked and walked to the training room, matching your stride with Obi-wan’s. 

-

After giving you his spiel about how your lightsaber is like your life and how important it is, the real training began. 

“Show me what you’ve learned.” Obi-wan held up his lightsaber in a defensive stance. 

You nodded and activated your lightsaber. After taking a few deep breaths to regulate your emotions and excitement, you began your sparring match. 

Obi-wan was expertly blocking each of your strikes, giving you tips or praise depending on how you were doing. Before long, you were out of breath and starting to sweat. Meanwhile, Obi-wan still looked utterly perfect. 

You took a break and were taking a long sip of water. Your chest heavily moved up and down and a few droplets of water were dripping down your neck. You could feel a pair of eyes on you, so you opened your own to catch Obi-wan staring. You swore you saw some light pink sprinkled on his cheeks before he turned his head away. 

He cleared his throat before speaking, “We need to work on your stamina.” 

You almost choked on your last drink of water from his words. They caused some very inappropriate images to come to your mind of different ways Obi-wan could “help your stamina”. 

“How do we do that?” You asked once you regained your composure. 

“More practice. It will increase in time.” He turned to face you again, “But for now, you’re doing well.” 

“Thank you, Master. How about we celebrate tonight?” You proposed. “Oh, I don’t know…” Obi-wan got the feeling he would need to enforce strict Master-Padawan boundaries with you. 

“Come on, I know you’ve had a padawan before, but this is my first time having a Master!” You protested. 

You could see the hesitance on your Master’s face. 

“...Please, Obi-wan?” You walked closer to him and gave him your best pout and pleading eyes. He reluctantly met your gaze, and after thinking for a moment he gave in, “Fine.” 

You smiled at him, “Great! I’ll go get ready!” you said as you ran off to your room to shower. -

Later that day, you had cleaned up and gotten ready in your best clothes and were currently sitting in a speeder, waiting for Obi-wan. You’d sent him a message telling him where to meet you. 

Obi-wan approached you, “Does Anakin know you’re using his speeder?”

“Uhm…yeah, of course. I wouldn’t use a Jedi’s vehicle without their permission.” You tried your best to seem convincing. Obi-wan raised an eyebrow at you, but got into the speeder anyway. 

You looked him up and down a few times and let a small “Hmm” escape your lips. 

“What?” Obi-wan questioned you as you began flying. 

“Nothing.” You tried to assure him, trying to focus on your flying skills. Anakin had only given you three lessons so far. 

“It must have been something.” He pressed. 

“No, it’s just…” You trailed off, chewing on your lip.

“Just what?” Obi-wan was beginning to sound inpatient and childish.

You chuckled at his serious Jedi Master facade cracking, “I just had a feeling that’s what you’d wear.” You finally admitted. 

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” His defensiveness was honestly adorable.

“Nothing’s wrong with them! I guess I just couldn’t picture you in anything else but your Jedi robe.” 

Obi-wan huffed softly and crossed his arms. You glanced over at him. 

“I didn’t know you thought so highly of my opinion, Master.” You teased. 

He sighed, “You’ve been spending too much time with Anakin.”

Once you parked and hopped out of the speeder, Obi-wan was able to get a good look at you. You wore tight-fitting pants that clung to your body nicely and a slightly cropped shirt with fishnets underneath it. Obi-wan watched your ass as you walked in front of him. He noticed something very important missing from you. 

He stopped you in front of the bar you were about to enter, “Where is your lightsaber?” 

You gave him a confused look, “Uhm.. hidden.” You pointed to the boots you were wearing. 

You were about to question why he was looking for your lightsaber when he interrupted you.

“Oh, good. You should always be prepared.” Obi wan opened the door for you. 

You decided to let it go and walked right up to the bar and ordered a few drinks. Obi-wan strolled up next to you.

“Quite a lively crowd tonight.” he commented. 

“Tonight? You come here often, Master?” You leaned against the bar and looked at him with a sultry smile. 

“No, I just-” He began to defend himself but was cut off by the drinks being served. 

“My stars, how many drinks did you order?” He questioned, seeing the line of cups grow.

“A normal amount, calm down.” You assured him, dividing up the drinks between the two of you. You each had two shots and a mixed drink. 

You handed him the first shot, “To Masters.” You clinked your glass with Obi-wan’s and swallowed the liquid and Obi-wan followed your lead. 

“To Padawans.” You followed the same ritual with the next shot. 

“And, to us.” You raised the mixed drink.

“To us.” Obi-wan repeated before clinking your glass one last time and taking a long sip of the drink. 

A band came on a small stage at the farside of the bar and began playing some music. “Ooh, come on!” You started to walk towards the band. 

Obi-wan followed behind you reluctantly, downing his drink on the walk over. Seemingly out of thin air, you handed him another shot and drink and started to sway to the music. 

After downing his shot Obi-wan shook his head, “I drink, but I don’t dance.” 

“Come onnnn.” You urged him, taking his hands and swaying them to the beat. “No, no, really. You don’t want to see me dance.” He continued to protest

You began to move your hips to the beat as well. You were looking at him but his eyes were fixated to your body’s movements.

You stepped a little closer to him, “I do. Show me your moves, Master.” 

This time Obi-wan couldn’t turn away to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. He silently scolded himself for letting his emotions overtake him for a moment. Instead of taking the chance on saying something that would make a fool out of himself, he reluctantly began to sway to the music, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Your smile grew and you chuckled, “There you go!” You encouraged him as you finally let go of his hands now that he was getting in the groove of things. 

As the song continued on and the drinks were starting to take effect, Obi-wan seemed to let his guard down some more. He took your hand and gave you a twirl. You gladly followed his lead and began to dance with him, not just next to him. 

With the music getting louder, he had to dip his head down next to your ear so you could hear him when he spoke, “ You’re a great dancer.” 

You laughed in response, looking up at Obi-wan’s face, seeing his smile and the way the corners of his eye crinkled, you realized he was being genuine. 

It was your turn to lean upwards to talk in Obi-wan’s ear, he lowered his head slightly to help you, “You must be drunk if you think that.” 

He echoed your chuckle from just moments ago, “It’ll take more than that to get me drunk, young padawan.” 

You smirked, “Good to know!”

The two of you spent the next few hours cycling between dancing to your favorite songs and sitting at the bar. You could definitely feel the full effects of the drinks you’ve been consuming now and Obi-wan had a light flush on his face, but was still acting somewhat put-together. 

“I don’t think either of us can drive back to the temple.” You confessed to your Master. 

“Yes, I believe you’re right.” He agreed. “We could always call a cab.” 

You shook your head, “Nu-uh, no way am I leaving Anakin’s speeder outside a bar all night. He doesn’t even know I took it!”

“You told me earlier he let you borrow it.” Obi-wan raised an eyebrow at you. 

You giggled slightly, “I lied.” 

“Well, there’s a hotel just down the street. We could stay there for tonight.” 

“That sounds good.” You were glad he was more observant than you had been, “I’m getting pretty tired anyways.” 

“Let us go then.” Obi-wan stood up and offered his elbow to you. 

You took it happily and followed him outside, where it was much quieter. You walked the block to the hotel in a comfortable silence. Mostly, you were trying to focus on not stumbling and leading on just how much the drinks had affected you. 

Obi-wan checked into the hotel and got a room for the night, he was also kind enough pay extra for a droid to pick up the speeder and bring it to the hotel. The moment you walked into your room you collapsed on the bed. You swore you heard a chuckle coming from Obi-wan, but when you lifted your head towards him he was locking the door. You decided to let it go and sat up. The entire room was spinning but you managed to pull off your boots without falling over. It wasn’t until you noticed Obi-wan laying an extra blanket he had fetched from the closet on the floor that there was only one bed in the room. 

“You’re sleeping down there?” You questioned him. 

He stopped in the middle of smoothing out the blanket to tilt his head to meet your eyes. He stood up straight from his previously bent over position.

“Yes, I figured this would be the most… appropriate.” He took a moment to find the right word to describe the current situation. 

“You’re gonna throw out your back if you sleep on this floor, Obi.” Your words were starting to slur slightly, but you hoped he wouldn’t notice. 

But he did. He also noticed the new nickname you’ve appointed him. 

Before he could start to protest, you continued, “Get comfy and come up here. This bed is huge anyway.” You scooted over to one side of the bed and started to undo your pants.

Obi-wan snapped his head away from you and he felt his cheeks warming up, “W-What are you doing??” He put a hand up to further shield his eyes. 

“Gettin’ comfy. I can’t sleep with these tight-ass pants on.” You explained as you lifted your butt off the bed and slowly peeled the pants off of your body, tossing them on the floor next to you then getting under the covers. 

He let out a deep sigh, more so to calm his energy than anything else. “Are you finished?” He questioned, not daring to look over to you. “Yes sir.” You answered him sarcastically. 

Obi-wan cautiously let his hand down and glanced over at you. Seeing you tucked in under the covers was… underwhelming. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but deep down he was hoping to see you spread out half-naked on the bed, waiting for him. However, he did tell himself that you were right about the effects of sleeping on the floor. It would be irresponsible to knowingly cause his body more strain. 

You watched Obi-wan as he stood quietly for a minute before he took off his boots and picked up the blanket he had previously spread out on the floor. He turned off the light in the room and made his way over to the opposite side of the bed and sat down on the edge. 

You could make out the silhouette of his back as your eyes were adjusting to the newfound darkness. He took a few minutes before swinging his legs onto the bed and laying down stiffly. He kept himself as close to the edge of the bed as possible. It was almost comical how large of a gap there was between the both of you. 

Too tired to argue with him further, and not wanting to push his boundaries you closed your eyes. 

“Goodnight, Obi.” you muttered as sleep overtook you. 

“Goodnight, (y/n).” 

After a while of laying in silence, Obi-wan turned his head towards you. Your mouth was parted slightly and your chest was slowly rising and falling with each breath you took. It had been so long since he last shared a bed with someone. The war had taken up every waking moment of his time and attention, he rarely even talked about anything that didn’t relate to it somehow. He would need to answer a barrage of questions when he got back to the temple about where you two were tonight, but it would be worth it. His eyes were starting to feel heavy.

Obi-wan could have sworn he’d only shut his eyes for a few minutes, but when he woke up there was light pouring into the room. 

He sat up quickly and turned on a news hologram to check the time. It was already midday. 

“Oh no…” He mumbled to himself. He was going to get hell from Anakin for being out all night and half the day.

“(Y/n), we have to get going.” Obi-wan said as he turned to you. His cheeks immediately turned pink when he saw the state you were in. 

You had kicked the sheets half off of you in the middle of the night and were laying on your stomach with one leg bent, putting your ass on full-view. To seal the deal, you had worn quite revealing underwear due to your choice in pants the night before. 

Obi-wan felt his blood rush to his crotch as he stared at your ass. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to regain control of his body. It took a few minutes, but eventually he was once again in charge of his body and thoughts. You were his padawan, an apprentice. Nothing else. His job was to teach and train you to harness the force and the power you possess. Jedi cannot form attachments. Especially not to their padawans.

He carefully draped the sheets over your lower half and placed a hand on your shoulder, “(Y/n). It is time to wake up.”

You groaned and buried your face further in the pillow. “Come on, it’s already midday and I’ve missed two meetings this morning.” He removed his hand from your shoulder and got his boots on. 

“I feel like shit.” You didn’t bother to lift your head from the pillow.

Obi-wan could barely make out what your muffled voice, “And whose fault is that?” 

He grabbed your shoes and picked up your pants from the floor and sat them on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m going to get the speeder, please be ready when I come back.” He said before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. 

You groaned louder and reluctantly rolled over and got up and dressed. After you washed your face and gotten a cup of caf from the hotel lobby, you walked outside. Squinting as the sun’s rays violated your pupils, you saw your Master pull up in the speeder. You climbed in the passenger seat and took a long sip of your drink. 

“Did you get me any?” Obi-wan asked.

You looked to him, silently cursing yourself for forgetting about Obi-wan, “Uhm, I figured we could share!” You attempted to save your skin as you handed him the cup.

“Oh, did you?” He looked from you to the cup you were offering. After a moment of internal debate, he took the cup from you and sipped the drink. 

You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder as he flew back to the temple. 

-

Obi-wan had gotten an earful from Master Windu, when the two of you had arrived back to the temple. Obi-wan was swept into a meeting and you were left to your own devices for a while. 

For the next week Obi-wan seemed to be more strict with you, keeping conversation to business only. After the initial week, you two had slowly fallen into a more comfortable and casual routine. Although he didn’t allow himself to relax as much as he had the first night you were together. It had been just about 3 months since becoming a padawan. You were doing great with everything, except for meditation and wielding the force.

“Master, I just don’t have the attention span for this type of stuff.” You sighed, becoming frustrated with yourself as you once again failed to enter a deep state of meditation. 

“You do, you just don’t believe you do.” Obi-wan corrected you. 

You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of a meditation room you and Obi-wan had to yourselves, due to your struggles. There was calming music, the sunset shining in the room, you wore comfortable clothes, there was a miniature waterfall for stars sake. But you couldn’t do it. You tried again to focus on your breathing, listening to your environment. You heard Obi-wan’s footsteps as he slowly walked in a circle around you. You could feel his eyes on you. 

You groaned and opened your eyes, “Master, I can’t… I need a break. Can’t we do some sparring?” 

“Your combat skills are coming along very well, you don’t need anymore practice at the moment. The only thing keeping you from success is you.” He always had something vague and cryptic to say, disguised as sage advice. 

“I don’t even know what that means.” You looked up at him with a slight pout. 

“It means, young padawan, that there’s something on your mind keeping you from achieving your goals.” He explained. 

Yeah, you were staring directly at what was on your mind. Obi-wan distracted you. He annoyed you, frustrated you, but worst of all he made you want him. When you made him laugh and crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and his cheeks firmed up. When he was being consulted on important matters and his brows knitted together and he placed his hand on his beard. It was infuriating. Because you couldn’t have him. You were quite sure he didn’t even see you as anything besides a padawan. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Master Yoda enter the room until Obi-wan turned to greet him. 

“Any success, you are having?” Master Yoda questioned Obi-wan.

“Not yet. But we’re close, I can feel it.” He assured Yoda.

You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. You stood up and greeted Yoda.

“Hello Master, it’s always a nice surprise to see you.” You smiled at the shorter man as you stood besides Obi-wan. 

“A mission, I have for you.” Yoda got right to the point, “Ready, are you?”

You stood up straighter and nodded, “Yes, Master.”

“To Naboo you will go. Represent the council, you will.” Yoda concluded.

You almost couldn’t believe your ears. You would get to represent the jedi council with THE Obi-wan Kenobi. 

“This is such an honor, Master Yoda. Thank you so much!” Your smile was beaming. 

“If you would like a head start, leave tonight you must.” Yoda turned to walk out of the room. 

“Of course, Master.” Obi-wan assured him. 

Once the door had closed, Obi-wan turned to you, “Looks like you’re getting that break you wanted.” 

You chuckled softly, smile still spread across your face. “I’m gonna go get ready!” You ran out the door and to your room. You can’t believe you finally got assigned your first mission as a padawan. 

-

It had been an uneventful few days in the starship. Your excitement had died down about 6 hours into the trip when you realized you would be stuck staring into space for a week straight. You’d gotten more used to the idea of the cramped ship being called home for the time being and you had some clothes strewn about the ship and trash from energy bars stuffed in your bed cubby. Obi-wan had complained about your mess earlier that day, so you figured you would surprise him by cleaning up while he took a nap. 

You started by disposing of the trash around the ship, wiped down the windows, then got started on picking up your clothes. The hiss of a door opening grabbed your attention, you quickly realized you were devoid of any pants, which had been a recurring issue since being on the ship with Obi-wan. To you, comfort = no pants. You found them to be constricting and uncomfortable so you never wore them when you were alone or asleep. 

Obi-wan stopped just a few inches short of bumping his crotch directly into your ass. He sighed and averted his eyes, “How many times do I have to ask you to wear clothes when I’m around…?” 

You blushed and quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and stepped out of the way for him, “Sorry, Master…” 

“Don’t-” Obi-wan had to stop himself. He was about to tell you to not call him ‘Master’. He never had an issue with anyone else saying it. But sometimes the way you said it made him picture some very inappropriate scenarios. 

“Just… do try to remember from now on.” He sent you an apologetic glance before heading to the cockpit. 

You nodded your head and continued to clean up. 

Obi-wan just needed a few moments to regain his composure. When he closed his eyes to focus, all he could see was you bent over in front of him. And the image was getting to his dick. 

“I cleaned up for you.” You said as you sat in the seat besides Obi-wan, “It was supposed to be a surprise, but…” 

“Oh, I got a surprise alright.” He retorted. 

You whipped your head to see Obi-wan’s eyes screwed shut and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. You also noticed that he was breathing heavier than normal. 

“Are you okay, Master?” You asked cautiously, unsure if he was upset with you. 

He could feel his dick hardening, his only saving grace was to hope his layers of clothes hid it. 

“Yes, I’m fine.” He said, opening his eyes and putting his hand down. 

“I’m sorry. I really thought you were going to be asleep for a while.” You explained, but Obi-wan kept looking straight ahead. 

You didn’t get an answer, which was extremely unlike your Master. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on connecting to the environment and the force. You started to pick up a strong feeling coming from Obi-wan. You focused more intently on the feeling and then suddenly it was like you were inside his brain. You felt heat and arousal pool at your core and get a flash of an imagine of yourself bent over before your concentration was broken.

“Are you inside my head??” Obi-wan was finally looking at you.

“I…” You were at a loss for words, “I finally meditated.” You said with a sheepish grin. 

Obi-wan’s cheeks had a light dusting of pink growing across them, “(Y/n), that is a major invasion of privacy.” 

“I didn’t know that’s what I was doing! But- aren’t you proud of me?” You attempted to lighten the mood. 

“...Yes.” He reluctantly answered you, but adjusted his gaze so he was once again looking out the front of the starship. 

Your eyes stayed glued to him. You both knew what had just happened. That Obi-wan was aroused at the thought of you, and that you knew about it. You started to chew on your lower lip, the only questions that hung, unsaid in the air was if you were going to pretend this never happened or if one of you were going to make a move. You knew Obi-wan would never be the one to initiate something romantic. 

Your voice was barely above a whisper, “Do you think of me often, Master?” 

You visibly saw Obi-wan’s breath get caught in his throat when you asked your question. 

“That’s not an appropriate question, padawan.” He replied plainly, trying his best to ignore his feelings and bodily instincts. 

“Well, I don’t think you’re having very appropriate thoughts right now.” You said, standing up from your chair and begging your legs not to give out from under you. 

His eyes shifted slightly to glance to you but then were immediately fixated back on the stars ahead, like it hadn’t been your view for the last days. You started to walk towards him, closing the few feet that separated you. This caused his full attention to be turned to you. 

Obi-wan waited until you were standing directly besides him before looking up at you and speaking, “What are you doing?”

You gave him a soft smile and turned his chair so he was facing you. You leaned down so you were just a few inches from his face. You paused, waiting to hear his protests, but none came. The only sound was Obi-wan’s shaky breath he was desperately trying to hide. You placed one of your hands on the side of his chair and closed the gap between you, gently placing your lips on his. 

After a brief moment of shock and a sharp inhale, Obi-wan closed his eyes, used his hand to cup the side of your face and kissed you back. You let out an exhale you didn’t even know you’d been holding in. As you relaxed into the kiss you were sharing, you tilted your head to the side to deepen it. Obi-wan matched your enthusiasm and stood up from his chair, causing you to take a step back but never detaching from your lips. He placed his other free hand on your hip and backed you up until your legs were met with the control panel. He grazed your lower lip with his tongue which elicited a soft moan from you, allowing Obi-wan to slide his tongue into your mouth, which in turn elicited a bigger moan. You explored each other’s mouths and one of your hands came up to the back of Obi-wan’s neck. 

Seemingly, just as fast as it had started, Obi-wan broke away from you, panting slightly, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 

His gaze held yours. His words said one thing, but his eyes said another. 

“Do you want to stop?” You asked him, afraid that he had come to realize this was a big mistake. 

“No.” He admitted, almost too quickly. “Do you..?” He shared your fear of rejection.

You shook your head, “No.”

Obi-wan connected with your lips once again and lifted you up onto an empty section of the control panel. Instinctively, you spread your legs and Obi-wan slid perfectly into the new space you made for him. He moved his mouth down to your neck and began to suck on a spot in the crook of your neck.

You moaned in response to his actions, grabbing a fistful of the robes he was wearing, “Please, I want you.” 

He responded by removing your shirt and then dropping to his knees and tugging down your shorts and underwear in one swift movement. All you could do was watch in anticipation as Obi-wan hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and placed soft kisses on your inner thigh. You opened your legs wider as he got closer to your throbbing core. His beard continued to tickle your thighs as he buried his head into you and started to lap you up. 

You moaned as your head fell back and bumped the glass windshield of the spaceship. Oh, the spaceship. This was Anakin’s ship and Obi-wan Kenobi was eating you out on the control panel. Your thoughts were brought back to the current moment when he took your clit into his mouth and began to suck on it. You entangled your fingers in his hair as sounds of pleasure escaped your mouth. That was seemingly always-perfect hair, well it won’t  be after you were done with him. 

Obi-wan’s tongue was relentless on your soaking cunt. You gripped his hair tighter as you felt your climax building up. 

“Shit, Obi,” you panted, arching your back and grinding yourself against his mouth, “‘M gonna cum soon.”

He moved his hands to your hips in an attempt to pull you closer and shove his face even deeper into your pussy. It was working, with one hand still on Obi-wan’s head and one hand with a death grip on the side of control panel, your orgasm washed over you in waves. Your moaning and panting echoes off the industrial metal of the starship and your thighs tightening around Obi-wan’s head as he continued to suck and kiss you all over. 

When you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Obi-wan panting in between your legs, his beard wet with your own juices. He looked utterly perfect sweaty, panting and covered in the mess you had made. He used one hand to get some excess mess off his beard before he stood back up and kissed you. You could smell and taste yourself from the kiss. 

“You are breathtaking.” He praised you when he broke your kiss, but kept your foreheads pressed together. 

“I could say the same thing about you.” You smiled at him and sat up slightly. 

You couldn’t help but glance down at the very evident bulge protruding from Obi-wan. He followed your gaze and looked down at himself as well. 

“You don’t have to-” You cut him off by beginning to peel his layers of clothes off.

Layer after layer of beige and brown were beginning to frustrate you, “Good hell, how many clothes does one man need to wear?” You muttered, more to yourself than to Obi-wan. 

He chuckled, as much as he enjoyed watching you undress him, he had been hard as a rock for some time now. So, he opted to help you out. After removing his top half, you paused to admire his body as he took off his pants. He was much more toned and muscular than his attire led on. He also had quite a few scars across his torso. You scanned his body as he stood upright once again. Your eyes led you down to a happy trail from his belly button, to where his dick was barely being contained. You noticed a small pool of wetness against the fabric from where his pre-cum and saturated the fabric.

Words were tumbling out of your mouth before you even processed what you said, “Please fuck me, Master.” 

You reached between you to push down his underwear and watching his cock spring free. His dick was also a pleasant surprise, he had so much hiding underneath the layers of his jedi attire.   You stroked him softly as you looked into his eyes. 

“Can you do that for me?” You questioned after not receiving a response to your earlier question.

“Yes, sweetheart. Of course.” He assured you and kissed the top of your head.

You leaned back once again and hooked your legs onto Obi-wan’s hips as he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push himself inside of you. You gripped his biceps as you adjusted to his size as he filled you up. He started with a slower, rocking rhythm but was building it up so he was just pounding away inside you. He was savoring the way you looked beneath him, memorizing the sounds you made and the ways your face contorted in pleasure. 

“So beautiful.” He muttered to himself. 

He leaned over you to adjust his position and kissed your shoulder. Having his mouth right next to your ear was extremely welcomed. You could more clearly hear his grunts with each thrust. “I wanna hear you, Obi.” You encouraged him to not hold back, gripping onto his shoulders as you felt your second orgasm building up. 

You felt him nod against you, “Not going to last much longer, darling.” 

The sweet names he kept calling you were filling your heart even more than his cock was filling your pussy, if that was even possible. You began to help him out by meeting his thrusts and grinding against him, causing the tip of his dick to brush against the sensitive spot inside you. 

You let out a load moan and repeated your movements over and over again until you were cumming for the second time, digging your nails into Obi-wan’s shoulders. His movements were becoming slightly sloppy as he began to moan against your shoulder, then you felt his cock pulse inside you and shoot cum into your walls. With a few final thrusts, he emptied all he could inside of you and sloppily kissed your neck. 

You brought moved one of your hands to rubs Obi-wan’s shoulder blade lovingly, “You feel so good.” You gave him a final praise and kissed his cheek, that still vaguely tasted like you. 

“That’s good.” He said, still coming back down from his orgasm. He pulled himself off of you, your sweaty skin wanting to stay stuck together. He carefully pulled out of you and his large load came spilling out and trickled down your thigh. 

If he wasn’t so exhausted, Obi-wan would have taken you again at that very moment. 

“Stay here.” He instructed you as he walked out of sight, only to emerge a few seconds later with a towel to clean you up. 

You watched him as he gently wiped his dripping seed from your skin. You couldn’t help but smile, even after he had just fucked you senseless, Obi-wan was still such a gentleman. 

“Thank you.” You said softly, almost like talking any louder would burst the fragile bubble the two of you were in. 

He looked up at you after throwing the towel in the disposal, “Of course, darling.” He smiled sweetly at you and gave you a soft kiss.

It was a stark contrast from moments ago. He was rough, needy, and primal but now he was soft and gentle. 

For the rest of the trip the two of you existed in your own reality. The next evening you enthusiastically repaid Obi-wan for the oral sex. Then you proceeded to have sex on every surface you could in the cramped starship. 

~ Fin ~ 

@creatureoftheunderworldd

@onlystarwarsamdmarvel

[vigilskeep]

re: circle mages barely remembering their home country. i imagine anders is very uncomfortable going to the anderfels. he barely remembers his own name. he jumps whenever somebody says "ander" or "anders." he's been using pseudonyms ever since kirkwall but none of them ever feel right and that frustrates him just as much as everything else because the name he was saddled with in the circle became His to his body and brain and not even he can change it now that he has the independence to

to be clear anders is not actually “from” the anderfels as such; his father was from there and left as a boy, and anders himself was born in ferelden. honestly, i think that’s just another layer of alienation. he’s never been to the anderfels, but whatever it was about him was so blatantly obvious that people nicknamed him that even when he refused to speak—which refusal in itself to me suggests the trade tongue might not be his first language. too old when taken to the circle to grow up fitting in, but too young for the memory of what he lost not to slip through his fingers. hiding a name that never even felt right in the first place because in a tower full of prying eyes it’s the only thing he can keep for himself. growing into a different one that just outright labels him a foreigner

so an outsider in ferelden from the first, but they’d instantly know him from a stranger in the anderfels all the same. if he went it’d be full of deja vu and irritating half memories, i think. it’d be super interesting as a character exploration. it’s also worth saying that they’re said to be a pious people who are half ruled by the wardens, so considering what he’s run from and the fact that his ander father was the one who gave him to the templars in the first place, i’m not sure a little childhood nostalgia would do anything but get his hackles up

his approach to nationality is interesting in da2, but definitely fereldan; he says “i didn’t think i’d give it a second thought once i was gone. what did ferelden ever do for me?” but in the same banter admits to missing it. and of course politically he’s strongly aligned with the fereldan refugees who specifically remark on what he’s done for “our people”, fear what happens to mages “in this city”, threaten those who come after him with “fereldan justice” and immediately drop their aggression when they realise the person looking for him is fereldan. ferelden is also the nation that most aligns itself with the mage rebellion

idk. remember how if hawke is a non-mage and sides with the templars because “kirkwall is my home and i intend to protect it”, he has the saddened line, “from us. from me. it would have been nice to have a home, instead of a cell or a hiding place”, but if they’re a mage it’s the much more dismissive and angry, “an apostate doesn’t have a home—just somewhere to hide”. some places might feel more like home, but he pretty directly engages with the idea of mages’ status making them stateless, and he thinks any apostate is a fool for thinking otherwise

[simcardiac-arrested]

no actually I’d like to hear your thoughts on the isat ending

Like i said it felt really tropey and by that i meant that it’s just Everything Good Happens forever and…..that’s it ? like idk we were building up to this huge catharsis sort of thing and then we got to it and it was so sudden and not a good payoff and just kind of nothingburger of an ending . the fact that everyone just forgives siffrin bothers me, or at least the fact that they don’t confront them about the shit they’ve said and done. call me a mental illness villainizer but i think if you’re a fucking asshole and doing the most insensitive things to the people you care about then hey, i think those ppl have a right to fucking tell you off for it. likeeee idk being at your lowest point …… not an excuse …. not feeling it chief ……. like sure the message is to move past your mistakes or whatever but ? that doesn’t mean just getting away with it ??? and i just really don’t understand Why everyone forgives him. honestly at the end of the day the ending is just one problem, the root of which are the characters. everyone feels like trope cardboard cutouts. oh, this is the smart one. this is the smol bean. this is the himbo. and they all care for each other btw. Did u hear that? they all care for each other. we’re not really going to explain to you why these people are so close or what they went through together but just trust me man they’re sooo found famy. like …. okay. i’ve played 30 hours of this game and not once did i buy that any of the characters really cared about each other. like??? why???? You’re telling me everyone super cares about siffrin even though they barely know them?? you’re telling me siffrin cares about everyone sooo much even though he never even bothered to find out their problems before ? Wat ? and this just breaks the ending more because literally whyyy do these people care about him so bad. and then it’s just whyyy does siffrin Have to tell them anything he doesn’t even seem to know them that well. everyone feels like colleagues and Just Friends at best. and so the ending just seems really forced. like it was written by that type of tumblr user who’s always talking about aww why does the found family have to break up after the end of the journey :( which is like fiiiiine. i guess. but u guys know that u have to build up to it right?? you can’t just tell me they’re Family Members(tm) 102829 times and that they super care about each other source: trust. you can’t just do that and then expect me to believe it ….. It feels unearned. the ending feels unearned and i don’ttttt understand what i’m supposed to take away from it . that it’s ok to fuck people up because you’re traumatized and insecure?? that you have to talk about your deepest problems with people you barely know??? i just dont know. Like i said if im being honest the problems with this game’s writing are more than just the ending, it just stands out so much because there’s a lot of build up and then just …… That

[byizoyas]

since your requests are open, could you do one of these hcs you do ?? with thoma childe & xiao! where they’re in a relationship with a girl insecure of her appearance perhaps :3

© byizoyas.

SFW | request when they’re in a relationship with an insecure gf with thoma, childe, xiao

A/N; thank you for being my first request<33 made me rlly happy!! I’m satisfied w it and i hope you’ll like it too

THOMA

› you’ve been in a relationship with thoma for a while now so of course he knows you better than any other person

› you told him multiple times that you weren’t comfortable with your appearance, wishing you’d look prettier

› and even if he reassured you, you always end up thinking about it again and well, today was particularly hard to handle

⸻

won’t be able to come today srry thoma

? you okay?

you texted him after waking up and feeling particularly bad. you were supposed to meet with thoma but.. you couldn’t find yourself able to go.

it pained you. feeling this insecure was stopping you from doing many things such as going out for a simple walk with your loving boyfriend. and yes it did occur several times where you canceled a plan because of it.

you said you were okay for him not to worry and you went to shower right after, not waiting for his answer. little did you know, thoma knew you too well to fall for such lies.

of course he didn’t blame you. you couldn’t help your feelings but he genuinely wished you could see yourself through his eyes because he adored your appearance and perhaps then, you’d be able to appreciate it too.

you went to check your phone after you put on some quick makeup and comfy clothes to stay at home. after all, you didn’t intend on doing anything today, so you didn’t need to prepare yourself.

no response, you thought he was a bit disappointed and well he had all the rights in the world to be after you canceled last minute before hanging out. so you didn’t insist, instead only turning on tv to watch some dumb show.

only when you were starting to regret not going out, did you hear the front door.

‘thoma ?’ you asked, surprised to see him standing in front of you with plastic bags. whatever was in these scented real nice you noted.

‘what are you doing here ?’ you added since the blonde wasn’t responding to the call of his name.

‘you couldn’t go out so i came to you, my love.’

he said it with such a bright smile you were actually feeling like falling in love a second time. your eyes started watering. ‘sorry.’ you whispered, so low you weren’t so sure thoma heard you but judging by the way he let down the bags and held you into his arms seemed too indicate that he did hear you.

‘you’re beautiful y/n. you’re smart, and fun, and you’re beautiful.’ he kept on repeating it while rubbing circles on your back to help you calm yourself down, and it worked.

thoma had brought all the good food you liked. everything he knew could bring up a smile on your face, cause the sight of your happy face, was his favorite.

CHILDE

› childe is super caring and observant, and he loves you a lot so your comfort is always is top priority

› you’ve been hanging out for the whole afternoon and if you felt okay at the beginning of the day, you suddenly felt down

› but of course childe noticed something was off quite immediately and quickly understood what was with you

⸻

you looked at yourself in the mirror of the changing cabin and found yourself really not attractive.

it occurred a lot, and as much as you wanted to see how pretty you were, you just couldn’t, and it made your life really hard sometimes.

now was one of these times where everything falls apart because of these insecurities.

you had been shopping with your boyfriend the whole day, and looking at yourself with clothes you thought, didn’t suit you made you uncomfortable.

‘y/n ? everything’s okay? how’s the pants ?’ he asked behind the curtains.

there was some excited intonation in his voice. actually he was enthusiastic to the idea of seeing you first with your new clothes.

you were always going out with friends to buy new outfits and he was genuinely happy that you took him with you this time.

just you and him, and he could finally be giving his opinion.

you opened the cabin to show him since he was waiting for it the whole time, but somehow you didn’t manage to look back at him; so you missed the sparkles appearing in them blue eyes when he saw you. ‘you’re stunning ! take it.’ he said. to that you only hummed, struggling to share his opinion on the question.

childe liked most clothes you wore and well whenever he didn’t like something he said it right away, so you knew he wasn’t lying. but you couldn’t believe him either; instead you closed the curtains to get back on the casual clothes you were wearing before coming in here.

you gave back the pants to the woman at the entry of the changing cabins and went outside to take some fresh air.

you really thought you were over dramatic about it. you didn’t like how it looked on you and that was it, so it should be easy to forget about it, right ?

but it wasn’t. it did ruin your day completely.

childe followed you outside. he didn’t say anything, because he knew no word of his would help. instead you felt his arms wrapping around your shoulders, hugging you from behind with a rare tender.

he pulled you closer and kissed the left side of your head multiple times. soft kisses, full of his love for you.

childe never knew what to say in these situations, because he never felt what you were feeling and for that he couldn’t say he understood.

because to his eyes, you were the most beautiful person ever.

XIAO

› today was the very first anniversary of a special day. that day where you both confessed your love so of course you went out to party

› you wished you had enough money to privatize a whole restaurant, unfortunately you had to share the room with other customers who kept on talking real hard and laughing

› a few glances were thrown in your direction sometimes, making you question whether they were actually laughing at you, but since you never said anything about these insecurities to xiao, you just tried to let it go

⸻

good food. beautiful place, and nice people. yeah that day surely would’ve seemed perfect to most people; but not to you. you who were completely unfocused on your date.

xiao was eyeing you the whole time, caressing your hand over the table but you didn’t even notice, too busy trying to understand what they were saying about you.

you couldn’t say such insecurities about yourself had ever been easy to live. you had it real hard to be honest and in these times where you’re supposed to focus on the real important thing, you were imagining things, and scenarios.

scenarios of people mocking you because you weren’t pretty.

only after a while did you feel a hand squeezing yours, gently of course but hard enough to interrupt your thoughts.

‘is everything alright ?’ xiao asked, tilting his head on the right. he seemed to genuinely have no idea what was happening. but he felt something.

your behavior had changed. you weren’t smiling anymore, and your eyes looked everywhere but to his face.

‘i think they’re mocking me.’ you said, hiding your mouth with your hand. yeah you definitely looked pretty stressed out from an external perspective. but xiao couldn’t just let you like that. he looked around, trying to find these people mocking you that you were talking about and in the end he realized.

you were imagining things. you were misinterpreting their gazes and laughs; and he could definitely understand this feeling.

he smiled at you once again that night, but this time it seemed like it could gather the whole world to look at it, because he truly was shining more than ever. the warmth of his hand touching yours once again, and the look in his eyes as he spoke up again, truly helped you to feel better for a moment.

‘i think you’re beautiful tonight. and i’d like to kiss you. will you let me ?’ he asked, with such softness you were feeling so good and comforting.

he got up from his chair, bending over the table and approaching his face to yours.

his lips quickly found their way against yours and you shared a soft kiss. soft but sincerely full of love. he caressed your hair at the same time and it simple felt like his touch was magically making you like every part of yourself.

‘i love you.’ he said after getting away from you. the rats of the night felt better because all you could focus on now, was the way xiao spoke gently to you while caressing your hand.

he mostly listened to you whenever you two were going out, but today he was the one to speak; only wanting to distract your mind from these negative thoughts. he truly couldn’t handle to see such expression on your face ever again. and for that he could do whatever it took.

[saturn-sends-hugs]

OK, finally writing out my thoughts for ep9 (cause MAN AM I EMOTIONALLY DRAINED RN 😭)

Honestly this is gonna be more of a character deep dive of how they’re all functioning post ep8 but HERE WE GO

(spoilers under the cut)

First off, oh. my. god.

I’ve seen some people saying that episode was filler and to that I say WHERE. Did you see all that character development??? Like yes we didn’t get a big Empire plot or anything but like??? Hello???

This episode was SO important for so many reasons:

First off, Echo is gONE AAAAAA 😭😭😭 Was i devastated? yeah, maybe, a little bit, but i was fully expecting this episode to just brush past that and it DIDN’T.

I feel like much of the time Echo seemed almost unnecessary (stick with me here). You have this elite clone squad with all these enhancements and skills, so what are they gonna do with this fifth member? This always felt like a theme for me, especially in fics, that Echo would feel like an extra and struggle to find his place in the squad (Which isn’t true, he’s very necessary, but until now that’s been hard to see).

After Crosshair leaves, it changes a bit. The Batch is used to working with only four members, so although losing Crosshair obviously shook them, they held together (in part because they had to focus on Omega and other things). So here, Echo can step in and fill Crosshairs role somewhat as lookout or copilot or whatever, and he always backs up the others in their roles as well.

Echo is a good friend to Wrecker, able to joke around in ways Hunter (as the leader) and Tech (just not jokey in that way) can’t. He’s there for Hunter as Corporal; second in command and just generally another leading figure (like in season one when Hunter is captured and he leads the Batch through Kamino). Echo backs Tech up in pretty much every way, like just generally knowing what Tech is talking about and how to help (copiloting, ship maintenance, brother handling, etc). And of course, Echo is so so good with Omega. He teaches her to use her bow, he knows how to be a bit more disciplined than Hunter while still being super attentive and sweet, he is simply Mom™️.

And then he leaves.

Not gonna get too deep into that because we all know his reasoning, but while I expected this episode to focus on the Batch working without him, I didn’t expect them to show us how they struggle once he’s gone. Because holy shit they do.

Obviously, Omega is most noticeably affected. She’s struggling with a part of her family, someone she never wanted to think of leaving, being gone now. But the others are struggling too, and that’s only making things worse. Wrecker and Tech are fighting, which although she’s somewhat used to that, this time they’re not stopping. Hunter isn’t doing anything about it either, and none of them are saying anything about Echo being gone. She’s thrown off, no one is acting like themselves (because they’re missing Echo too although she can’t see it yet), and oh right, THEY JUST LOST THE MARAUDER.

But now for the others.

The minute they stepped off the Marauder in this episode, they felt wrong. And none of them really mentioned it or outwardly showed it that much, but they missed Echo too.

Wrecker was off. He’s stuck with just Hunter, Tech and Omega now, and he’s being affected by all their emotions. In the past, Crosshair was who he could joke around with, a role Echo filled afterwards. Now, Hunter and Tech just don’t fill that role, and while Omega might normally, right now she’s definitely not feeling up to it. He’s sensing the tension there, and everyone’s emotions are just setting him on edge, so he’s getting rowdier, more argumentative. He doesn’t mean to be, but he’s upset and he’s struggling.

Next, Hunter is doing what he always does: trying to move on. He’s not ignoring it per se, and I’m not the best at understanding Hunter, but it seems like he’s just trying to keep the team going. And again, it’s more of a challenge without Echo. The fights that used to spark up, Echo would help handle. Or better yet, they wouldn’t be real fights because Wrecker and Tech wouldn’t be so on edge. Hunter is struggling to keep them on track without him, especially with so many other factors at play (Omega being upset, new dangerous mission from Cid, Marauder is gone, how much more can go wrong wait no Mr Filoni please don’t answer that).

And of course, Tech misses Echo. Yeah, he seems really cold and uncaring in this episode at first glance, but OMG that is the furthest from the truth. I honestly think Tech is struggling the most without Echo to fill in that fourth role. Tech always tends to want everything working smoothly, and without the help of a fourth member, Tech is really stretching himself in order to accommodate. And on top of that, he just really misses Echo. When Omega tries to call Echo, Tech immediately knows he won’t respond because his comms are off. And why might he know that?? Well to me it seems like Tech already tried calling him, probably long before Omega did 🥲

Tech in this episode is just at the end of his rope. He’s way less lenient than he might normally be with Echo around, because now he feels like it’s on him to almost be that “second in command”. Normally, Tech can just focus on his work and let the others handle themselves/each other. So when Wrecker drops the case in this episode, normally Tech would trust him to have it handled, and they’d all move on. Instead, Tech takes the case himself. To me this is pretty familiar cause ahem autism, which is a very fitting trait for Mr “I process things differently but I still feel just as much” Tech to have. I struggle to let people get things wrong, and at this point, on edge and pushing himself too hard, Tech is so over it that he decides the only way to get it done is to do it himself.

Edit cause damnit tumblr didn’t save for some reason but basically up until now, we haven’t truly seen how much Echo does for this squad. Yes obviously we’ve seen that they all love and appreciate him, but now that he’s gone we’re truly seeing how important he is, and I just think that’s so so good to see!!! He’s not just the Mom that keeps them from fighting, he’s also just a genuinely necessary and important member with his own role in keeping this squad together.

Basically, ECHO YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE RN I STG—

(no but really, they genuinely do need him 🥲)

So yes, Echo left and the Batch needs Mom back. But it’s not just because Echo was the responsible one with brain cells (although thats also true), it’s also because he is genuinely a necessary part of this group, not just an honorary member to fill in space for Crosshair. We saw in this episode what happens when you take him out of the equation, and it was bad. That right there made just me happy because despite him being gone, it was very clear that nothing would just be “fine” without him, and the batch needs him way more than he probably thinks 🥲🥲🥲

Ok uh I didn’t mean for that to be so long bUT LISTEN, I just think there was so much to that episode and I could talk abt it for HOURS, THEY NEED THEIR BROTHERRRR