#this fic is the best thing ever!!

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me

[brownsugabbt]

sorry sorry. but the fact that. sansûkh. is free??? to read???? online????? HALF A MILLION WORDS of the best writing i have ever read??? characters that each have depth and MEANING? the retrograding of the hobbit movies so that the dwarves are more fleshed out?? the mix of both the movies and the books (especially for gimlis lackluster personality in the films). i’m rereading it even though i first read it maybe 4 months ago and im still in awe that someone can write something so beautiful. so spectacular. like this is the bible for depressed gay middle earth fans. and this isn’t even considering the sheer amount of RESEARCH PUT INTO THIS?? christ almighty. i need everyone to pause right the fuck now and read this fic regardless of whether you ship bagginshield/gimleaf at all or not. i promise you, you will come out of this a changed man 😭

[hedwig221b]

Got tagged by wonderful people @patolemus, @demonicfaerie and @teencopandthesourwolf to share a wip, so here is a piece of my sterek twilight au (I'm going insane)

Stiles opened the door and was about to step out, when Derek called him.

“Stiles?”

He turned his head back, only to realize that Derek was very very close.

Stiles’ breath caught, his heart frozen in the sugar coating of trembling anticipation.

The sharp point of Derek’s nose touched his cheek, lighter than the wind. He inhaled deeply, taking the greedy lungfuls of Stiles’ scent into his body. Stiles fought the shiver at the thought of it seeping into Derek’s lungs, traveling with his blood, making Derek think of him, staying with him even when they were apart. It was a feral thought, new but so strong and lustful that it made his head spin from how pleasant it was.

Derek’s eyes fluttered open. His pupils were huge, with the thinnest thread of red wrapped gently around them.

“Sleep well.” His voice was a murmuring thunder.

Stiles swallowed against a dry throat, nodded, and got out of the car.

He walked in a daze to his house, his heart left in that damn Camaro. He stuttered through a weak explanation about his bruise to his Dad (he had to tell Lydia and Allison that he defended them from bad guys just so they knew), and stumbled upstairs.

The room was dark as he walked in. The soft light of the full moon lit the square on the carpet just below the window.

Stiles took a couple of minutes to glance over his makeshift board. With his lips set and his heart thundering in his ears, he tore it all away, leaving scraps of tape stuck to the wall. He then took a fresh sheet of paper, glued it to the wall, and wrote one word in bold black letters.

Werewolf

Stiles stared at it. The word glared back at him, standing out harshly against the white.

He capped the marker, tossed it onto the table, and took off his clothes. Thoughts swarmed his head the entire time, all at once, different and scary. The life and the death, the moon and the ocean, the secrets and their reveal. The thread of red wrapped lovingly around the black depths.

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wouldn't be the last time, far from it. He thought about Derek's softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

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[sentient-trash]

Some fanart for @steves-strapcollection fic here I have found some peace of mind

YIPPIE

Steve is talking to a very enthusiastic Chri- I mean Eddie 🫶🫶

[tevaselmundogiraalreves]

Buddie fic recs:

I've been wanting to do my own list of my favorite fics for a while now so here it goes (in no particular order):

- my words are paper tigers by @hattalove (this ones my favorite of them and i'd say a little underrated maybe?) TIMELOOP TIMELOOP TIMELOOP - buck breaks up with eddie, the universe doesnt agree - ITS PERFECT I'VE READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME SO LONG AGO AND ITS STILL ONE OF MY FAVORITES EVER.

- Actually, truly by MilenaDaniels Helena (and Ramon) tries to find a way back into Eddie's life and doesn't know what to make of finding Buck around every corner she turns. (Or: "Mom, listen.")

- burn the straw house down by rarakiplin - what to even say i think everyone has read this one already but just in case TIMELOOP TIMELOOP TIMELOOP

- Happy Little Accidents by @like-the-rest-of-la - one of the first au i ever read for buddie and i was so ENCHANTED what to even say, buck owns a plant nursery. Its just so soft and so so so beautiful.

- said i couldn't stay, but it's different now by @hattalove - another fave of them. Many weddings and buddie in the middle of it all.

- Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HSMLusitania - i think everyone and their mother has read this one aswell but just in case EDDIE DISPATCHER.

- Burn a bridge, learn how to swim by Watermelonshots - this is a series and jesus christ it literally starts with a buddie drunk make out session so-

- Sit with me in the dark by @kitkatpancakestack - buck loses his vision- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Soft and kind and yeah beautiful and buck glasses kink anyone?.

- Lifelines by @hetrez . This fic is literally a lifeline - buck and eddie meet during the tsunami and talk about being in the closet. I have no words for how much this fic meabs to me. FLAWLESS.

- about the present by @runawaymarbles - this is a series now and god this was so so fucking special and unique - the first part eddie in the aftermath of being in a timeloop of the shooting. The second one is buck handling it on his own way. PERFECTION. Still thinking about it.

- a good day to be by @hetrez Eddie is a dance instructor, buck needs dance clases for madneys wedding. As flawless as the other one. Eddie Diaz needs a hug yeah.

- we'll be forever, you'll see by rarakiplin - Eddie Diaz finds a cat and heals and heals. And is so loved. I think i cried the first time i finished this one.

- still by @gayhoediaz - once again i think everyone knows this one but just in case, eddie steps on a detonator. ANGSTS SO MUCH ANGSTS AND THAT ENDING YEAH.

- but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by @captain-hen - eddie confesses his feelings, buck rejects him, TIMELOOP TIMELOOP TIMELOOP

- authentication by @vgreysoncellars - i think i described this one as a never ending extention of 7x06 like nights abd just pride and pride and liberation. Eddie picks guys in bars for buck to make out with...

- oh, come when you're called by @lesbianrobin CHRIS 💘 no other words needed i think

- i'm a cliché (who cares) by @cranberrymoons UFF THIS ONE MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL - eddie realizes stuff and buck is there every step of the way.

- bark like you want it by @colonoscopys - SOULMATES AU so so funny and wholesome.

- the love triptych by @cranberrymoons - this ones just so freaking special to me. Helena trying and trying and trying cause she loves her son. And buddie together through it all.

- so much left in store by @lesbianrobin - UNI AU UNI AU UNI AU !!!!!!! AND VERY IMPORTANT BABY CHRIS💘

- hang me up on your bedroom wall by @eddiegettingshot WELL buck just wants (more) but only if eddie gets him pregnant about it... (infidelity fic)

- close ain't close enough (til we cross the line) by @cranberrymoons buddie sexting buddie sexting buddie sexting and being so so freaking insane and not normal about it. (Infidelity fic)

- throw a bone, i’m finally home by @shitouttabuck - i think everyone knows the like a dog verse by now (come on lol) but yeah i'm very very obsessed especially with the second part of it.

[4ranghaes]

hi there i hope you’re having a wonderful morning/day/evening! ^^ i was curious… what do we think about sworn qenemy eric an choking/pushing your face into the mattress (and a little degradation never hurt no one).. maybe one day he just snaps or something along those lines… if ur cm uncomfy w this of course don’t answer. anyways have a good day/morning/night regardless ☺️☺️

a/n - heya anon :P sorry it took me so long to get to this i hope you enjoy!!!

eric sohn x reader [smut, fem!reader, brother’s best friend!eric, seems to be set in high school? idk why i’m kind of thinking of LA!eric as i write this]

warnings: hate sex, degradation, choking, kinda dub!con but im implying sexual tension/buildup between the two

18:50 - “eric, what are you doing here?”

he rolled his eyes, watching as you entered the kitchen, “don’t get all annoying with me, you know you love it when i’m around.”

“what do you mean don’t get all annoying?! i think it’s fair enough to ask why you’re in my fucking house, eric,” you hissed, “unless you’ve forgotten, you actually don’t fucking live here. you’re fucking always here, eating our food, watching our tv…”

“sorry your parents like seeing a child who is actually going somewhere with his life,” he smirked cockily, getting a carton of orange juice out the fridge and drinking straight from the bottle. you grimaced.

“yeah, the fucking mcdonalds dishwasher station,” you scoffed, moving closer to your brother’s best friend, grabbing his face with your hand as you pulled him to look at you, “eric, let’s face it. you come round here, swinging your fucking dick around in everyone’s face, tryna give us all of this bullshit about your grades and your future, but actually, none of it matters. you’re only here because your parents don’t fucking want you around! well guess what, sohn, no one here does either.”

“yeah you’d fucking love it if i was swinging my dick around,” he whispered, his face still in your grasp as he raked his eyes over your body.

you made a noise of disgust, rolling your eyes and turning to walk away when eric grabbed your hips, pressing you against the kitchen counter. you felt his stiffening length grinding against your ass.

“god,” he hissed, his touch bruising on your hips, “so annoying but such a great ass.”

“s-stop!” you exclaimed, “eric! m-my brother.”

eric smirked, leaning his body into yours, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “he’s at work. and i know for a fact that your parents are out late tonight. so what’s stopping you, princess?”

you fought out of his grasp, scoffing as you turned to look at him, an unbelieving look on your face. “i would never fuck you, eric. you little stuck up prick.”

eric smirked, “yeah, you would. ‘cause you’re a little slut.”

you tried to look offended, tried to hide how much that turned you on.

“i see you,” he murmured, following after you as you started backing out of the room, “you always are on at me, giving me insults and little speeches about how pathetic i am. you’re the pathetic one here, though, doll; i see you wearing less when i’m round, i see you bending over right in front of me, i see the eyes you give me at dinner when you’ve had a few too many.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes as you opened your mouth to reply. before you could get any words out, you found your back against the wall, eric’s hand moving to sit on your throat heavily. you swallowed.

“i also heard you, you know,” he whispered, his face millimetres from yours, “touching yourself late at night when no one else is awake. such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? whimpering under that vibrator.”

you whimpered involuntarily as eric let go of your throat. he walked away, entering your bedroom and looking around. you followed after him, after snapping out of your horny daze. “has to be around here somewhere, right?”

“eric, stop,” you scoffed, laughing nervously. you swallowed, swearing internally at your fucked up decision making before continuing on, “why would you need a vibrator, anyway? this looks like plenty.”

you moved towards him, cupping the bulge that had formed at the front of his jeans. eric shivered at your touch, a dirty smirk covering his face.

“i fucking knew it,” he hissed, grabbing your body and throwing you onto your bed, “you little slut. just waiting for the moment i could get into your pants, huh? how long have you been pining over me, you dirty little girl.”

you were laying on your stomach, feeling eric stood behind where you were laid, edging closer and closer until he was flat against your body, he held the back of your neck with one hand, ripping off your shorts and panties with the other, revealing your dripping cunt to him. he chuckled deeply, swiping a finger through the wetness.

“i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever hated me,” he teased, his voice right behind your ear as he pressed soft kisses to the back of your head, juxtaposing his hard cock slamming into your body pretty much all at once.

you let out a loud whine, bucking your hips wildly and clenching around his thick length. you tried to move your head, but eric’s hand was ruthless around your neck, your face smushed against the mattress.

“yeah you fucking like that, don’t you?” he hissed, and once you’d stopped clenching he pulled his hips back before fucking into you at speed, “fucking cock slut, taking it all for me. take it! god!”

[pinacoladamatata]

please i am manifesting it

[soaps-mohawk]

Building off of the anon who said Simon has beef with Omega's bear; I saw that and immediately imagined those TikToks where the boyfriends wait for their partners to leave the room so they can punch their Squishmallows and other stuffed animals. Imagine Simon just *throttling* the bear for the hell of it and Omega catches him and bans him from her nest for a week for bullying her bear 😭

Definitely happens when he's just chilling in her nest and the bear is just sitting there staring at him with those beady eyes wearing his shirt.

Gets up to berate it and things get heated and the reader walks out of the bathroom and sees him throttling it. Gets all upset about her precious ghost bear and how it didn't do anything to him and boots him out of the nest 🤣

Goes pouting to Johnny and Johnny's just like..."You beat up an innocent teddy bear? You deserve it." 😂

[sammorallee]

radioapple from my human!au fanfic i'm currently writing!!!

and i'll probably post the first chapter soon!!! in two languages!!! yay!!!

my ao3

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

wanted to try my hand at a fake screenshot thing with a scene from one of the bttf fics of all time, Time Is a Flat Circle by @fourth-dimensional-thinker! i set in to draw only the "little canary" line but. as you can tell. my hand slipped and fell down a 6 story building

if you haven't read it already please check it out PLEASEEE it's very good. i read the whole thing in basically one sitting. the vibes are perfect for the spooky season too!

versions without the filter/subtitles under the cut:

[thursdayinspace]

But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You've kept me honest.

or: I don't know where I would be without you today. And I never want to find out where I'd end up without you. I didn't know what it was like to have someone who cared. I didn't know. You keep me going, you keep me fighting. Don't you know how important you are to me? The world has solidity because you make it that way.

You've made me a whole person.

or: I can't imagine not having you in my life. I don't want to. It's you and me, always, together. I didn't know I could love anyone this much, but I do, I do. I see your face when I close my eyes and I wake up with your name on my lips. Sometimes I miss you when you're on the opposite side of the room. I was all alone and I thought I was okay. That was before I knew you existed.

I owe you everything . . . Scully, and you owe me nothing. I don't know if I wanna do this alone. I don't even know if I can.

or: I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you. There is nothing that I wouldn't do. Please believe me. Out of any of the wild things I've ever said, this is the one I need you to believe the most: you keep me believing that this world is worth saving. Ever since you told me aliens don't exist five minutes after we met, I've needed you. As my partner, as my friend, as the only one I trust. Please understand what I'm saying. I have nothing to give you except for myself, and you can have me, all of me.

They were married after this, this is their unofficial wedding, bee or no bee.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 800: Blue sky of joy

Pag 1

1: A climb's outcome is always

2: decided at a place that's close to the sky

4: You bet everything on it, and when the wheels cross the finish line

5: The winner....

Pag 2 / 3

1: raises their hands to the sky and rejoices

A blessing for Manami, the wide sky is Hakogaku's blue!!)

Pag 4

1: The first day's mountain prize goes to Hakone Academy's number 13, Manami Sangaku!!

3: He clearly raises both his arms up to the sky!! For the third year in a row the mountain prize goes to Hakone Academy!!

The sky... is so blue!!

Pag 5

1: I feel alive!!

2: Hakogaku...!!

Kanagawaaa!!

The kings!!

3: Manami took it!!

He beat Mountain King!!

Pag 6

2: Amaziing!!

3: Manami-saaan!!

You're so cool!!

Hakogaku is so strong!!

4: The strongest!!

Manami-saaan!!

6: Waaaaaa

7: Amazing, what a nice scenery

We really climbed to such a nice place

I don't know why, it's strange...

Pag 7

1: but everything looks brilliant

Pag 8

2: The vividness of the greens

The vitality of plants

3: The birds' chirping

The buzzing of insects

Pag 9

1: I can feel the life of every living being

2: Manami-saan!!

You were so cool just now!

It was so exciting!

Manami-kuun!

I took a video!

3: The scenery looks brilliant, doesn't it, Manami

4: In road racing, “victory”

5: is something that's so important it changes the way your body feels

Pag 10

1: Not to mention that it's against the opponent against who he lost for two years in a row

2: The delight makes your cells vibrate all throughout your body

Here's a bottle!

Ah, thanks

4: Manami, that... you managed to get so far while going through so much suffering, you worked so hard and endured

(I threw it away

But I didn't answer)

5: This is

Pag 11

1: a “rewarded joy” for all of that

2: Manami

Hakogakuu!!

Manami-kuun!!

Pag 12

1: Congratulations

Pag 14

1: Thank you for fighting with all your strength

3: After the mountain line there's still the finish line

Keeping your energies for the team is part of the strategy

4: But you used all your strength until your limit to fight against me

5: So, I'm thankful

Pag 15

1: Ah... yeah, but... I couldn't... win...

Even though everyone worked hard to push my back...

2: You're amazing, Manami-kun

You're even stronger than that time on Minegayama

3: Well... at the time I was still at around 75%, I was still in the middle of it

Yet I could still get a lead on you

5: Honestly, this time, when there were around 100m left I thought I couldn't win

But

6: I didn't know until the very last moment

7: You got stronger too!!

Pag 16

1: No no no no

That's not true at all, not true at all

Woah....

2: I just followed, I just did the best I could

3: Aren't you self aware?

That means

4: I just practiced very hard...

That those two control the practices

Their base power has grown

5: Mo- more importantly, huh... I'm sorry!!

Pag 17

1: Huh.... right before the finish line... uhm... I...

Actually...

3: In my mind I referred to you as “Sangaku” without any honorifics!!

4: In....

6: In your heart?

Without honorifics?

Pag 18

1: Hahahaha

2: Hahaha

Huh!? What kind of reaction is this!? Huh!?

3: I'm- I'm sorry

I just... I was really excited at the end!!

4: It's fine

6: I'm actually glad you referred to me without honorifics, it's like... we got so much closer

No, but... I... huh

I don't dislike it...

7: But I guess adding the “kun” really feels like the most natural thing...

Ugh....

8: Besides

Pag 19

1: While you're shouting inside your heart you don't have to add it

3: And at the end, I too, inside my heart

4: I called you “Sakamichi”

6: That, that makes me happy

Right!

7: Ah... now finally...

8: Uhm.....

Pag 20

1: We fulfilled our promise... thank you

Yeah....!!

2: We haven't reached the finish line yet, so we can't rest (haha)

This... this time, since we raced for the mountain stage we still have to keep running even if our race is over

Looks like there's still a little more to go

Ugh...

Pag 21

1: Buaah, yeah!!

It's Hakogaku's victory!!

2: You're too loud!! San-na!!

It's Hakogaku's victory, buah!!

How many times are you gonna say it...!!

3: I'll say it over and over again!! Manami is stronger than Onoda!!

Ugh...!! Onoda-san..!!

4: Humph

Pag 22

1: Amazing, amazing, he's really so cool!!

Uh... he's cool, I guess...

(Tobirama-kun is acting cool)

2: He did it

3: Yeah, and thanks to him

4: The team's morale is rising!!

6: This is bad... Hakogaku-san's power is increasing

What do we do, Hotshot

Pag 23

1: Don't worry, even if they raise their power, let them do it

5: Or, Naruko, are you worried that their morale is rising?

7: Worried? What is “worry”, some sort of rock?

8: That's right. Us third years, me, you, and Onoda have already increased our base power with a program

Pag 24

1: that was sure to make us stronger!!

3: Kakaka!!

4: Huh... what's that... “base power”!?

Pag 25

1: Does that mean they're getting stronger?!

2: Those two's pressure is suddenly rising!!

Pag 26

2: Imaizumi and Naruko's....!!

3: They're getting stronger... than last year

Is this connected to that time at the beginning of spring...

4: when the third years didn't come to practice for a week?

Pag 27

1: Hakogaku's morale is rising? That's just what I was looking forward

Yeah!! I can't help but feel excited!!

2: The “finish line” is waiting!!

[littlefankingdom]

The Batman fandom infantilizing a near 30 years old white man taking in a child, saying he was a brother more than a father as if he wasn't a full grown adult taking in a child he could have birthed, but parentifying a brown young adult taking in his brother pre-teen for less than a year, saying he was a father more than a brother (only a year is barely enough but ok), or saying he was more a father to his other brothers than Bruce, when he met them when he was 18 and 21 is making me uncomfortable, ngl.

Like, Bruce is a "kid" when he became Dick's guardian when he canonically was over 25 (he started being Batman at 25), and a brother to him when he raised him for 10 years (and Dick probably has not many memories from before Bruce now), but Dick is a "father" to Damian he only had as his charge for less than a year, half of which they were fighting each others??? Make it make sense???

[gentil-minou]

Wei Wuxian licks his lips and leans forward slightly, walking his fingers across the countertop aimlessly toward Lan Zhan. “You know, Lan Zhan,” he drawls, “A-Yuan says we’re both in the book.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan responds, tracking the path of his fingers intently, “I am apparently Hanguang-jun, the moral upstanding hero.”

“And I’m the devious Yiling Loazu, who led you astray,” he smirks, peering at Lan Zhan through his lashes.

Lan Zhan meets his stare, head-on, lit from within like molten sunshine. “No,” he corrects, “not astray, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. His fingers stop their dancing, resting just inches away from Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan shifts his own hand, bringing them even closer, their fingertips almost brushing.  

“The Yiling Loazu did not lead Hanguang-jun astray,” he says, eyes piercing as they flicker between Wei Wuxian’s. “They were partners, and…”

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, “the decent romance?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, watching him closely. The pupils of his eyes have grown so large there’s only the tiniest ring of gold around the edge. He can see himself reflected in the black. He thinks he likes the version of himself that lives in Lan Zhan’s eyes.

They’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the other to take a step forward, bracing for a fall.

It should be terrifying, this sudden drop into something completely new, something entirely unknown yet so familiar. But Wei Wuxian is filled with conviction that no matter what, Lan Zhan will catch him.

It's as electrifying as it is calming, this certainty that here, with Lan Zhan, he is safe.

Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side in a way he knows sets the unmarked skin of his neck on display. “I’m sure it was more than just decent, with a handsome hero like Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Zhan quirks an eyebrow, his gaze resting on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s neck, just as he’d hoped. "Handsome?"

“Well,” Wei Wuxian responds, tapping his index finger so it brushes against Lan Zhan’s fingertips. His skin is soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. “He isn’t wrong. You’re very handsome, Lan Zhan.”

“Really, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and deep.

“Yep, definitely worthy of being compared to the beautiful Second Jade of Lan.”

“Is that so?” Lan Zhan shifts closer, the smell of him filling up Wei Wuxian. He smells so familiar, like something he knows intimately. Sandalwood, Wei Wuxian realizes, with sudden clarity.

Lan Zhan continues, “I would love to hear more about your opinion on my beauty and prestige, Wei Ying.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Lan Zhan. Why would you care what I think?”

Lan Zhan tilts his head, only just. “Do I need to? To want to know how your brain works?”

I commissioned this lovely artwork by the wonderful @lotuslate of a scene from my fic, once upon a time, 很久很久以前 where the entire cultivation world is cursed to live in the modern world without their memories and abilities, but of course wangxian find a way to fall in love all over again.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 99

Part 1 Part 98

Steve spends a short three days in the hospital before they start the discharge. It’s surprising, somehow, that spending time slowly dying in the Upside-Down is more traumatic on the body than literal possession. Eddie can’t wrap his head around it. 

He’s sitting on Steve’s bed, hopefully for the last time, hip to hip as he kicks his feet out over and over again at the same tempo of his beating heart. Steve’s got their fingers interlaced on Eddie’s thigh, flexing his own fingers to that same rhythm Eddie’d started up. 

“You think it’ll be much longer?” Steve asks, slumping his head to the side and atop Eddie’s shoulder.

His hair tickles Eddie’s cheek. Eddie wants to reach up and smooth it back, but Steve’s still holding his hand, and the other one doesn’t quite reach. 

“Nah, the old man’s good at getting what he wants.”

“That’s because he’s got the same big, sad eyes as you.”

Eddie squawks in fake affront even as warmth pools in his cheeks. Few people have mentioned a resemblance, and it makes him go soft and gooey every time.  “I don’t have big, sad eyes!” He shakes Steve’s hand around gently in his - he’s always, always gentle. “I’m too tough.”

Steve snorts, small and tired. Even with relatively minor injuries, neither of them have been sleeping well in the small hospital cot. It’s starting to show in the circles beneath Steve’s eyes. Eddie wants to bundle him up in the backseat of Wayne’s truck and tuck him into their bed at home.

They won’t even have to come back. All they’ve got is some sort of cream for Steve’s burns, and Eddie’s bruised ribs and broken nose  are supposed to heal all on their own. His concussion’s already behind him, even if things still go a little wonky if he moves his neck too quickly. 

They can just convalesce. Maybe Wayne will bring them soup. Or burgers from the diner and a strawberry milkshake to split. Anything will be better than the mind-numbing sterility of the hospital, as long as they’re together. 

If only Wayne would hurry the hell up. 

It’s not Wayne who walks in. It’s not any of their friends, or family, or an unnamed doctor in blue scrubs. It’s not anyone he recognizes at all.

It’s a perfectly matched pair - like salt and pepper shakers at a fancy diner. Eddie feels his shoulders curl, a silent question mark to their upright forms. 

The woman looks like a mannequin, in her gray pencil knit skirt and matching cardigan, belted tight enough to make her look like a wine glass. Her hair is a windswept brown and her chin’s raised just so. 

The man’s suit is a pewter gray, matching her skirt perfectly. He has his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, like he’s posing for a catalog as he looms imposingly on the threshold. 

She knocks on the frame of the door, calling a quiet, “knock knock,” as the man strides in. 

Eddie feels Steve’s hair brush against his cheek as he sits up and twists, to look at the new arrivals. Eddie doesn’t look toward him, can’t tear his eyes away from the pair, as the woman comes to stand beside the man, photogenic smile plastered to her face, even as the man glares down at them.

“Steven,” he says, eyebrows furrowed in an expression Eddie knows intimately. He’s seen it on Steve’s own face enough times. It’s less charming on the older, meaner model. 

Steve drops his hand covertly and shuffles slightly to the left and away, leaving Eddie’s hand to flop to the mattress, bereft. 

“Dad,” Steve replies.

Eddie turns, can’t not when Steve’s voice comes out so even, so lifeless, so dead. It’s just like when the mind flayer was running the show. Like Steve’s not there at all.

He is though. And that feels worse, because as Eddie stares at Steve’s perfect profile, he can almost see the years of distance and berating stacking themselves into the clench of his jaw and that familiar furrow of eyebrows. 

“What do you have to say for yourself?” His Dad doesn’t shout, but the hiss somehow still feels like it’s echoing off the bare walls of the hospital room.

Steve flinches back. Eddie sits on his hand as it twitches without his permission to grab onto Steve’s own. 

“For what, sir?” Mrs. Harrington’s perfect face scrunches up into a wince as she looks sidelong at her husband’s stony face. He opens his mouth, eyebrows angrier than ever, and Steve blurts, “I’m sorry.”

It doesn’t help. 

“Sorry,” he says evenly, like his fist wasn’t clenched in preparation for a strike. “Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

Steve sits, wordless, as he stares up at him, unblinking. 

Mrs. Harrington sighs. “Oh, Steve.” It sounds sympathetic, but Steve’s back curls in, arms wrapping around his ribs as he looks down at his own hanging feet. 

Eddie sits on his other hand.

Steve remains silent while storm clouds bloom above Mr. Harrington’s head.

Mrs. Harrington sighs, crossing arms and tapping perfectly manicured fingers against her own forearms, that same familiar beat that Steve gravitates toward without any of the soul.

“Sweetie,” she starts, no warmth in her voice or eyes. “I understand that you might have been feeling a little sick, but that’s no excuse for the state you left the house in.”

Eddie looks at Steve out of the corner of his eyes, and sees Steve looking right back, eyebrow quirked up in a silent question Eddie doesn’t know how to answer with witnesses.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says again, looking back down to the linoleum between his feet. 

“You’re sorry?” Mr. Harrington demands, voice raising with each syllable he utters. “You flooded the house, Steven!”

Steve flinches at the sound of his name. Eddie reaches out for the connection between them and plucks it, thrumming it like a guitar. Steve smiles, just a little, down at his socked feet. 

It’s a mistake. Mr. Harrington’s nostrils flare. Eddie sees the resemblance in the way his nose leans just slightly to the left, almost charmingly crooked. But there’s none of that familiar light behind Mr. Harrington’s eyes. He’s an empty pit, a bottomless well.

“We’ve had to replace all of the carpeting on the second floor,” Mrs. Harrington cuts in, looking down at her nails, uncaring as Mr. Harrington’s incensed further by her words.

“We wouldn’t have even known if the Allen’s hadn’t called us!” He’s shouting now, gesturing wildly toward the open door like whoever the Allen’s are, they’re waiting right outside, watching the show.

Mrs. Harrington sighs. “Oh, Richard. Don’t make a scene.”

As if spurred on by his wife’s chastising words, Mr. Harrington’s voice only gets louder. “You soiled the carpet beyond repair.” He punctuates his words with a raised finger, like he’s counting down all the sins he’s ready to lay at his son’s feet. “You made a spectacle of yourself in front of all the neighbors.” Another raised finger. 

He points both fingers  at Steve’s face, finger close enough to his nose that Eddie wants to snap out and bite it. “You left the garage open to be ransacked!” And here comes raised finger number three. 

Steve’s curling further and further into himself, creating distance between his Father’s wagging finger and his vulnerable face. 

“Leaving the door open, Steven?” Mrs. Harrington asks, just as aloof and uncaring of the scene in front of her, even as she says, “we could have been killed.”

Eddie can’t help the snort that comes out. It’s all just such a cartoonish display, almost unbelievable even as he watches it play out in front of him. He slaps his hand over his mouth, but both their gazes have already snapped over to him. 

Well, better him than Stevie. Stevie, who Eddie’s seen with that same curled posture hiding in his closet, and looking up at his own goddamn house from the passenger seat of Eddie’s van.

He’d been straight backed facing down a demogorgon but just the sight of his parents has him fading into himself. No fucking way. Not on Eddie’s watch.

Eddie slaps his own thighs once, sharp enough that it stings. Mrs. Harrington jumps, just a little, at the sound. Eddie stands, shifting on the balls of his feet until he’s just slightly in front of Steve, ready to defend. 

“Wouldn’t you have to actually be home for that?” Eddie asks.

Mrs. Harrington gasps, hand over her cheek like Eddie had slapped her. “Excuse me?” she asks, at the same time that Mr. Harrington demands, “who are you?”

Eddie puts his pointer finger to his chin, pouting like he’s really thinking this through. “You know, I think you’d know that if you were ever actually around.” 

Steve stands, shoulder to shoulder with Eddie as his Dad takes a threatening step toward Eddie. 

“This is Eddie,” Steve says, voice flat and cold. King Steve’s come out to play. Eddie grins, manic and wide in that way that’s always worked to rile up cops and teachers alike. It works just as well on the Harrington’s. He sticks out his tongue and almost laughs again when Mrs. Harrington takes a startled step back. “You’d know that if you gave half a shit about me.”

Mr. Harrington scoffs as he looks Eddie up and down, eyeing the rips in his jeans, the frayed hem of his t-shirt, the unkempt length of his hair. He turns away, dismissing him without even a word as he looks back at Steve. 

“It’s time to go,” he says, glaring down at his son. “We’ll talk about this at home.”

Steve takes a step away from Mr. Harrington’s grasping hands. Eddie reaches out, interlocking their fingers again and squeezing tight. The splint on Steve’s finger sticks out awkwardly, digging into Eddie’s own hand as Steve squeezes right back.

“Eddie is my home,” Steve says, like that isn’t the most romantic thing he’s ever heard.

He almost swoons, even as Mr. Harrington rages, looking between the pair of them, making connections Eddie desperately hopes are true and even more desperately hopes the man won’t go spreading around. 

“Last chance,” Mr. Harrington says. “Or we’re-”

He doesn’t get to finish. Wayne chooses that moment to walk in. His stance goes loose immediately, gaze sharp. 

“Richard,” he says. Calm, cool, and gruff as he meets both their enraged eyes, one after another. “Nora.”

Mrs. Harrington sucks on her teeth, mouth pursed as she holds her silence. Mr. Harrington has no such compunction. 

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

Wayne raises his eyebrow before turning his back on them to run his eyes over Steve and Eddie in turn. “You boys alright?” Steve nods, but Eddie raises his hand to flap it back and forth in a wishy-washy gesture that Wayne grimaces at. “Ready to go home?”

Richard scoffs, taking a threatening step forward. “What do you mean home?” Steve flinches as the last word lands with derision. Steve doesn’t respond, just looks down at his own shoes with a clenched jaw. 

Mrs. Harrington sighs, and it lands in the room like a blow. 

Wayne’s eyes have gone hold and hard as he turns around and steps fully in front of Steve. “Steve’s been staying with me for over a year,” Wayne says, tone modulated and controlled even as his hands clench. “And you didn’t even notice.”

“Steven,” Richard says, a warning hidden in his tone. “Last chance.”

Eddie leans around Wayne to look between the pair. He resists the urge to pull Steve behind him. Eddie squeezes his hand and is floored when Steve’s shoulders immediately straighten, chin raised just so, like he’s keeping his crown straight atop his head. 

He stands, shoulders back, head held high. Eddie stands right along with him. 

“I’m not going with you,” Steve says, boring holes into his Father’s head with the force of his conviction from behind Wayne’s shoulder. 

Mr. Harrington’s  jaw clenches with whatever he sees on Steve’s face. He reaches his hand out, palm open and beckoning. “Give me your keys,” he demands, curling his fingers like he’s in a cheesy karate movie and begging his opponent to make the first move. 

Steve laughs. “You want my car?” His laugh is hollow. “You’ll have to go get it from the trailer park.”

Mrs. Harrington eyes Eddie and Wayne like she’s putting pieces together he’d rather she not have. Even still, she turns away with an airy, “Come on, Richard.” When he doesn’t immediately follow her directions, she continues, “this isn’t the place.”

Mr. Harrington’s snarling like a dog, finger still raised in threat as he hisses, “this isn’t over,” before turning and striding through the door with enough careless force that his shoulder hits the frame with a meaty thwack. 

“See you next year, then!” Eddie calls, waving bitchily at their backs. 

They all stare at the open door, waiting for an attack that never comes until Mrs. Harrington’s heels stop echoing down the corridor. 

“What the hell was that?” Wayne asks gruffly. 

Steve’s jaw is clenched, as he glares out the open doorway, but at Wayne’s question, he slumps, stepping closer to Eddie until he can lay some of his weight onto Eddie’s shoulders. It hurts his ribs, but Eddie takes it gladly, wrapping his hand around Steve’s waist. 

“Just the usual,” Steve says, sounding exhausted. 

Wayne eyes him critically as Steve avoids his gaze. Eddie squeezes Steve’s side, flickering his fingers against his waist just to feel him wriggle against the feeling. 

“Alright, kid,” Wayne says, reaching out to squeeze both their shoulders comfortingly. Steve slumps further into Eddie who gladly takes his weight. “I think it’s about time we all get home.”

Eddie smiles, bumping his hip into Steve. 

He was already home. After all, Steve’s right here. 

Part 100

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Best morning ever | cyj

↬ pairing: yeonjun x f!reader

↬ genre: established relationship, domestic au, fluff (if you squint), smut, pwp.

↬ summary: you wake up to your boyfriend between your legs; not that you’re complaining.

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

↬ word count: ~1.9K

↬ warnings/tags: profanity, brief somnophilia(?), dom/sub undertones, cunnilingus, dirty talk, use of pet names, unprotected, penetrative sex, praising, cream pie.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌺 a/n ꒱ hi, hello <3! this is actually the first ever txt fanfic i wrote, back when i started! today, i bring you an edited and ✨enhanced✨ version of the original piece; enjoy! 

Hazy sunlight creeps inside your shared bedroom, announcing the morning not so subtly. Yeonjun is already wide awake, admiring your sleeping form and feeling butterflies in his stomach. He lets his slender finger trail down your jaw, neck, stopping right before your poorly hid cleavage. The enticing sight makes him bite down his lower lip instinctively.

He can see everything through the sheer material of his white shirt on your body, and it’s most definitely making his blood rush to the south. With a shuddering breath, Yeonjun continues his journey, earning a soft whimper from your still asleep self. He stops once he reaches the waistband of your panties, his eyes shooting up to your face. Somehow, you’ve managed to sleep like a baby through the whole ordeal, unaware of the sinful thoughts swirling in Yeonjun’s head. 

You look so peaceful, angelic even, your breaths light and your lips parted ever so slightly. With a fond smile, he shakes his head a little, climbing up on you. Yeonjun takes a few moments to stroke away the tousled hairs from your face, his lips pressing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. His gentle hands unbutton the shirt slowly to leave you only in your baby blue cotton panties. 

Your boyfriend keenly watches how goosebumps spread over your skin, your nipples erecting against the cold morning air. The urge to lean down and suck on those sensitive nubs is strong, but he holds himself back.

Feeling bare and unprotected in your sleep, you whine in protest, unwilling to open your eyes. The familiar warmth of Yeonjun floods your senses as he kisses you softly, the touch fleeting yet comforting.

You can feel his fingers tugging down your underwear through the haze of your sleep. But you don’t stop him — subconsciously knowing exactly where this is headed to. It only encourages him to go further, his mouth leaving soft nips on your inner thighs. You purr, and he looks up from between your legs, noticing how your breathing picks up from his touch. Yeonjun parts your legs, dragging his mouth along your inner thigh, so close yet not there. He keeps teasing you to his liking, effectively awakening your body from its slumber. 

The pink of his tongue peeks out of his mouth, his hot breath fanning over your core. Your desperate hands grip on the bed sheet, waiting for his touch. After what feels like an eternity, you feel his tongue sliding along your moist folds.

“Junnie!”

You gasp, your lips parting and your eyes flying open. Yeonjun takes the hint, taking your left leg and placing it over his shoulder for better access. He gets to work immediately, covering your pussy with kitten licks, his nose nudging at your clit. With great effort, you manage to support your body on your elbows, his eyes locking with yours. 

Yeonjun’s eyes twinkle with mischief, and before you can comprehend anything, his lips are wrapping around your clit, the sensation making you delirious.

“Don’t… ugh, don’t stop please–” you fall back on the mattress and cry out, his teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive nub.

“Shh, I’m not stopping, baby.”

He flattens his tongue against your slit, going up and down but not giving you what you need. It amuses him — the way you make cute sounds of frustration, writhing uncontrollably under him. You’re entirely under his mercy.

Growing impatient as the urgency rises, Yeonjun finally pushes his tongue inside the molten warmth of your cunt, his low groan sending vibrations throughout you. Your back arches off the mattress from the sensation. The feeling of him inside you intoxicates you, your body hypersensitive to each stroke of his tongue. You both moan simultaneously when he starts fucking you with his tongue, your head hitting the pillow.

Junnie grunts, pushing harder and deeper, your essence filling his mouth. Your toes curl as you crest higher, and he softly brushes his thumb on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You buck up your hips, trying to move with his ministrations as he delves his tongue in and out, his thumb rolling your clit in tight circles. Out of breath, you wound your fingers in his hair, trying to ground yourself.

He softly plucks his tongue out, groaning as he enjoys the way you pull on his hair strands. He dives back down to slurp at your juices eagerly, ravishing you like he’s been starved. Yeonjun wraps his lips around the swollen nub, sucking and grazing his teeth on it.

“Please…” You whimper, your legs shaking as you plead.

“Please what, baby?” He hums, suckling on your clit. “You know you can say it better for me, don’t you?”

“Please! God, I– I’m gonna come!”

You feel his lips curling against you before he pulls away, moving down to your sopping entrance. The warm, flexible muscle slides into you again, his index finger rolling your clitoris. Without prior warnings, your orgasm blazes through you like a tidal wave, body trembling as you gush around him. Junnie moans appreciatively, devouring every single drop that you offered to him. With slow, long licks, he lets you ride out your high, sensitizing you further.

“My princess loves it, yeah? The way I eat out your pretty pussy until you come?”

You open your eyes to find him hovering over your spent body, a devilish smirk on his lips. His mouth is covered with your slick, glistening under the golden rays of the early sun. The urge to have him buried deep inside you invades your mind at the sight, and you mewl, “Junnie.”

Yeonjun quirks one of his eyebrows, “Yeah, baby?” 

“I wan’– need your cock in me.”

“Fuck, you say it so prettily. How can I say no to that?” His hungry mouth finds yours, and you immediately taste yourself on his tongue, a moan escaping you. He pulls down his sweatpants with his boxers, resting his erection between your slippery folds. You feel yourself clenching around nothing, weak at the feeling of his rock-hard cock rubbing against your pussy. He knows you like it; he knows that it drives you crazy.

“Please, baby, I– can’t,” you whine with a pout.

“Please what, my angel?” Yeonjun smiles. Even though he’s running very low on patience, he teases you. His pre-cum is dribbling down onto your slit, making a mess, but he still wants to hear that final confirmation. 

“In me… I’m ready…” you whisper, eyes glazed up.  

“Fuck.” He positions himself along your needy, waiting hole. His bulbous, thick head protrudes in a bit, causing you to gasp. You intertwine your fingers together right before he pushes inside, your head lolling back in pleasure. Your moans get muffled as he kisses you hungrily, your inner walls stretching to give him space.

“Yeah baby, just like that, take it, it’s all yours.”

You manage a broken whisper in response, adjusting to his size. Yeonjun holds you close, starting with slow, languid thrusts, pulling and pushing, giving you time to get used to the stretch. Soon, you start to rock your hips, building up a rhythm with him. He growls, surging his hips forward again and again, hitting all those spots inside you that make you feel mushy. His mouth finds its refuge on your shoulder, cock plummeting into your warm, tight and slippery depths. 

Yeonjun rests his forehead against yours, rasping, “Can you hear that? Can you hear how fucking wet you are for me? Hm?” As if to prove his point, the squelching sound increases, the raw sound of skin slapping against skin magnifying the wet noise. You struggle to form a coherent sentence. But knowing very well that he’ll demand for an answer, you just nod your head vigorously. 

“Baby can’t even talk, huh? Am I fucking my baby dumb? That she can’t even use her words?” A few rough thrusts hit your cervix, tears gathering in your eyes. He’s fucking you good. Yeonjun is in a frenzy, his pace quickening with each of his strokes, deep moans of satisfaction rumbling in his throat.

“Pussy so good, fuck! You’re so good to me, baby, squeezing me so well. So wet and hot for me. Taking this dick like a good girl.” Your boyfriend murmurs all these praises like a mantra, his weight pushing you down and bending you further. Tears gather in your eyes from the intense stimulation. It feels so unbelievably good. Your whole body is buzzing with pleasure.

A string of incoherent words leaves your throat, your nails raking on his back, sure to leave visible marks the next day. His cock twitches inside you, wrapped up snug in your gummy walls, both of you moaning simultaneously. You bury your face in his shoulder as the knot in your lower tummy tightens further. 

“I know you’re close, baby. Come for me.” Yeonjun groans, moving harder against you, making sure to grind against your clit with his pelvis as he moves. Clearly over stimulated, you quiver beneath him, white spots appearing in your vision.

“Junnie!” You cry out, your walls clenching around his cock as you reach your high. He slows down with a low growl, your cunt pulsating around him sporadically. His pace turns sloppy, and he moans your name, getting closer to his own release.

“Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna come, baby. I’m— fuck!” Yeonjun collapses on you, his ecstasy crashing over him as he drains his balls inside you. You shudder, pussy clenching as he fills you up with his seed to the brim. His body gives up, crashing down on you — which you accept with open arms.

You stroke his hair, trying to catch your breath while he soothes the bites left by him in the fit of passion. He rolls over after a while, pulling you close and kissing your forehead.

“Wow… So that was something.” Yeonjun sighs, drawing random patterns on your back with his fingers.

You nuzzle his chest, cuddling up to him, “Why?”

“This is the best way to start my day. Why didn’t I think of this before?” He chuckles, squeezing you in his arms.

“Maybe because your galaxy brain isn’t really a galaxy brain?”

Junnie shoots you a glare, smacking your ass. “Don’t push my buttons, I’m in a good mood, ‘kay?” He continues after a brief pause and sigh, “Wanna take a shower together? To save water, obviously.”

You giggle, “Showers are supposed to clean you up, not to make you dirtier.”

Yeonjun pouts, burying his face in your chest and groaning, “It’s not like I’m coming all over you and making a mess, I just come in you.”

You tap your chin, pretending to ponder over his invitation. On the other hand, impatient and careless, he stands up all of a sudden, picking you up in his arms and carrying you towards the bathroom.

“Why don’t you– ah-mmh!”

The rest of your sentence turns into a whimper as he pushes three of his fingers into your mouth. You moan, looking at him through half-closed eyelids.

“Were you saying something?” Yeonjun sets you down on the bathroom counter, smirking. You shake your head no, sucking on his fingers obediently. “Such a good girl, that’s what I thought. You wanna suck my cock instead of my fingers, baby?”

You nod eagerly, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, kissing you passionately. Not to be biased, but this has been the best morning ever. 

Yeonjun prays that all the mornings would be like this from now on. 

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