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paige1722 · 2 months ago

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So Much For a Safe House pt.2

Summary: You go on a mission with 141 and end up taking shelter in an abandoned building. The place is haunted, and you are all trapped inside; creepy things are happening. (Ghost of War-inspired)

Warnings: scares(?) violences, weapons

Chapter One: Shelter

Thank you all so much for the likes and the reblogs on part one!!

Chapter 2: Hunter's Moon

The only source of light is the dim moonlight peering into the room from the windows, casting an eerie shadow over you all. You hear a flick of a lighter; looking over, you see Price holding up the small flickering flame, causing Gaz to follow his lead, getting out his own lighter.

“What the actual fuck was that?” Exclaimed Gaz, his face illuminated with an eerie glow. A look of surprise matched on your face as he frantically glanced at everyone wide-eyed, waiting for someone to give a rational answer.

“Calm down, we are in an old house that is actively falling apart as we speak. Not to mention a snowstorm happening outside. Spooky sounds and big gusts of wind are perfectly normal.” explained Price as he walked back over to the fireplace, trying to get the fire going again. Watching him light another scrap of fabric and place it in the heart of the previously burning wood, you moved over to where Soap was standing, trying to seek some comfort, breaking the silence, “Yeah, okay, I could buy that explanation if it wasn’t for the radio! We all heard that voice, right? Saying ‘it is here now,’ what is it, and how do we make sure it does not get us?!?” You could feel your eyes becoming glossy with tears from the panic and fear of the stressful situation you now find yourself in.

Soap puts a comforting hand on your shoulder as the room was now bathed in the soft, reassuring glow of light. Price has successfully got the fire going once again, groaning as he places his hand on his knees; he stands back up to his full height, turning to face everyone.

“Everything is going to be okay, no need to panic, Spark. It is probably just a prank, someone with a radio is on the same wavelength as us and decided it would be funny to mess around. However, in order to make us all feel better and more secure in our surroundings, we should make sure whoever it is that is messing with us isn’t an enemy..” Price grabs his gun, gear, and flashlight, “Let's split up and survey the area. I will do a perimeter check outside. Ghost-you handle things in here until I get back.” Price secures his dark green toboggan on his head and pulls up the cold weather mask from around his neck to now cover the lower half of his face, protecting him from the cold; grabbing his gloves and securing the flashlight to the end of his weapon, he makes his way to the main foyer to head out into the freezing night.

Once you all hear the front door open and close, indicating that Price has left the house, Ghost moves toward the gear he had previously situated in a neat pile between the fireplace and the corner of the room. He grabbed the four remaining tactical flashlights, passing them out to the remaining members still in the house, as he began giving orders:

“Alright, Soap and I will check out this floor and see if we can secure all forms of entry within this house and look for anything suspicious we might have previously missed. Gaz, you and Spark, check the upstairs, see what the hell made that noise, and make sure to watch your step.”

“Right,” Gaz attaches his flashlight to the end of his gun and motions for you to follow him, both of you make your way to the main foyer with your weapons in hand. Stopping at the bottom of the deteriorating stairs, you share a look with your assigned teammate, take a deep breath, and begin to carefully ascend the stairs behind him.

Watching your step, you began to think about the loud, terrifying noise you heard resonate from upstairs just seconds before the fire went out, coming to the conclusion that you really did not want to go anywhere alone in this house, you confessed, “Gaz, you know I think we would be much more thorough and effective if we stayed together, not that I’m scared or anything just want to make sure we check everything out while managing to stay alive.”

Nodding along, “I agree. To be honest, the floor is falling apart up here, it is probably safer to stay together. Earlier, when I checked up here, there really wasn’t anything interesting, just a few empty rooms and mice,” he stated as he reached the top step, quickly checking the corners and not seeing anything of note,

Finally, getting a better look around at the second floor, you immediately notice the condition of the house up here, which makes the first floor look like a five-star resort. Broken glass, splintered wood, snow, and dried leaves cover what is left of the dry-rotted wood flooring. Gaz jerks his head forward as an indicator to follow him. Nodding in return, you both make your way to the first room straight across from the stairs, listening to the creaking of the floor. The crunch and groans of the glass and wood, along with the distant footsteps and voices of Ghost and Soap, are all that can be heard.

The first room has a single rotting mattress with broken springs protruding was propped in the corner near the entrance. A large broken mirror that looked as if it had once been hanging on the wall is now lying face down on the floor, surrounded by tiny shards of glass; unsightly wallpaper was peeling from the walls, adding to the gnawing feeling of unease growing in your stomach. You walk over to the mattress, and using your foot, you manage to flip it away from the wall. There, you find what looks to be a long-since dried puddle of a mysterious substance that you are praying isn’t blood, and in the center is an old iron key with the same symbol from the notebook engraved at the top. You hear Gaz walk up behind you as you pick up the key with your glove-covered hand; looking over your shoulder, you raise up the key to show him what you found.

“What do you suppose that goes to, Spark?”

“Hopefully, a liquor cabinet.”

Gaz gives a small chuckle in return as you pocket the key alongside the small red notebook. “I think if there were one here, one of us would have found it by now, but I like the way you think. So far so good though, let’s keep going, yeah,” he states moving towards the door, turning his head from the left to the right.

“Which way, next, you pick since it is oyur first time up here, left or right?”

“How kind of you.”

Following Gaz to the door, you stick your head out, looking left and right. The hall to the right had only one more room and a window at the end of the hallway that was surprisingly still intact. The hall to the left had two closed doors facing each other, where the huge hole in the roof you saw from the outside overhead of one of the doors caused some snow and ice to form a pile blocking it shut. Something about this hall to your left made you feel nauseous, like there was something over there you weren’t meant to see almost like you knew nothing good would happen in those rooms.

After a brief moment of considering your options, you declare, “To the right, the snow over there on the left makes me nervous. I don’t want to go over there just yet.”

Humming in agreement, Gaz follows you down the hallway on your right, taking great care to step over the molded water-damaged spots on the floor that remind you of a trail that leads to the window. When you both reach the single room at the end, shine your flashlight on the door that has long since fallen off its hinges and is now resting in the middle of the doorway on the ground. Stepping over the fallen door, you notice suspicious marks underneath, almost as if something was trying to claw its way out.

Gaz stands at the doorway, looking out of the window at the end of the hall as you make your way farther inside. The state of this room is similar to the previous one down to the same peeling wallpaper, though nothing was in this room except for a small family of mice huddled in their nest, watching you carefully with little beady eyes that seemed to glow. Not seeing anything of importance, you turn around, making your way to where Gaz stands, staring into the distance before you can report back about your findings about the cute little mouse family. Gaz gasped, “Look!” as he sprinted to the window, putting his hands against the window frame looking around outside frantically, his gun swinging back and forth from where it now hangs by his side due to the strap around his shoulders.

His breath fogs up the glass as he speaks, “There was something out there!! I saw it then it started running back out into the trees.”

Moving quickly, you join him at the window, your eyes scanning around in the moonlight woods. In the snow on the ground, you can barely distinguish what looks like a path from someone or something that was walking in the snow. It travels from below the window to the treeline in the distance.

“Maybe it was a wild animal, a coyote or something?” you suggest, looking at Gaz, shaking his head with a face full of desperation.

He grabs your arm, shaking it slightly. “No! It was huge and looked like a person, but not at the same time. It was all bony and deformed. It was right there lurking in the snow, and… it was almost as if it heard me because that’s when it ran into the trees.” He was breathing heavily, and you could feel his breath on your face.

Gently patting his hand that was still clutched around your arm, in a fearful voice, you reply, “It could have been a trick of the moonlight and all the snow. I mean it is kind of hard to see out there with the weather like this. And…and we haven’t gotten much sleep lately, so maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you.” swallowing nervously, you add, “Plus, if there is something out there, you said it ran back into the trees, so it is gone now, right?”

You stare at each other for a few seconds, searching for reassurance. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes close and relaxing his shoulders. Gaz opens his eyes. Before he could reply to your wishful thinking, a loud crash came from the room down the left hallway that was not currently blocked by the pile of snow. Jumping back from the sudden noise, you quickly raise your gun in the direction of the noise.

Whispering to your teammate in a shaky voice, “Hey, um, which room would be the one that is above the living room, you know where we heard that loud noise that started all this?”

He breathed out in reply, “It would be that one over there, you ready?”

You nod in reply, as he picks up his gun as well from where it was hanging; all the years of missions and training kick in as you and Gaz slowly begin inching towards the left hallway to the room that was the source of all the terror. Making your way past the stairs that lead back to the first floor, you realize you can no longer hear Soap and Ghost distance footsteps or murmuring, though it was impossible to hear anything except for the pounding of your heart in your chest. In the back of your mind, you hoped everyone was safe; as you kept creeping towards the door both flashlights were focused on.

Finally reaching the door, both of you are standing on opposite sides of the door frame. Gaz lowers his gun so he will be able to open the door, while you check the corners as per usual on ops. Signaling to Gaz that you are ready with a nod of your head, he swings the door open as you enter a few steps inside, quickly surveying the area for any threats. Gaz is now standing at your back in the doorway. Shining the flashlight around the room, you see the same frantic scribbling etched into the walls, similar to what was in the notebook you found downstairs. It seems to be the same phrase over and over again all throughout the room, ‘it is here now.’

Your blood runs cold. You step forward, moving to make your way to the center of the room a hand wraps around your wrist stops you, pulling you against Gaz's chest, “Don’t, we need to leave this room immediately. Something isn’t right here. None of this makes sense. These writings were not here earlier when I checked this floor.” He whispers in your ear like he was scared to speak any louder for fear of someone or something might hear him.

Letting yourself be pulled out of the room, making sure to grab the door and close it. When the door is fully closed, you hear the front door slam open, “Come back to the fireplace! We need to discuss our next movements!” Price yells throughout the house. Running down the hallway and the stairs, you run into Soap and Ghost, who were coming from the kitchen both covered in a thin layer of dust. Walking into the living room with everyone, you see Price crouched down, holding his hands in front of the fire, trying to warm himself from the freezing cold temperature outside.

Hearing you all enter the room, Price stands up, putting his back to the fire. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a cigar and lighter. Putting the cigar in his mouth, bringing the small Zippo lighter up, he lights it while taking a deep breath.

“When I was securing the perimeter out there, I kept finding these strange tracks. I was trying to follow them to figure out if it was an enemy soldier..”

You turn to look at Gaz as Price is talking, and you find he is already looking at you. Fear is evident across his face.

“The tracks show a scouting pattern. Looks like they were trying to figure out the best way to attack. I think for right now, our best course of action is to barricade ourselves in this house to limit attacks and keep us safe.” Price takes a deep breath, looking at where you all stand in front of him, “Did anyone find anything of importance in here?”

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you prepare to tell the Captain about the creature from the window and the mysterious appearing writing on the walls, when Gaz clears his throat, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. “No, sir. All the rooms upstairs are empty.” Furrowing your brows in confusion, you just nod along, not understanding why he wouldn’t tell the rest of your team about all the creepy events that occurred upstairs.

Ghost angles his body toward the kitchen, shining his flashlight into the room. " We found some weird cellar door hidden underneath what was left of a cabinet. Soap tried opening it, but it is locked with some bloody ancient lock.”

Your eyes widening, you let out a gasp as you quickly pull out the key you found upstairs from your pocket, “Oh, I almost forgot, in one of the rooms, upstairs, we found this!”

Holding up the key for everyone to see, you ask, “Does this look like it would open it?”

Soap takes the key from your hands and exclaims, “Aye, this looks like it will do the trick.” As he walks back into the kitchen, the rest of the task force follows suit.

When you all walk into the kitchen, you realize why your two teammates were covered in a layer of dust. They had left no stone unturned in their inspection of the first floor. The remaining cabinets and drawers were ripped open laying on the floor, the appliances were pulled out from the wall, and some were now resting on their sides. Soap gestures for Ghost to shine the flashlight on the cellar door, illuminating the lock. Now you see what they were talking about- on the kitchen floor is an indent of metal door that looked small but just wide enough for the members of the team to squeeze through, if they needed to, but small enough to where some of their gear would have to be left behind.

Sliding the key into the lock, Soap turns the key, causing a small clicking sound to be heard. With a grunt, he grabs the handle to the door and prying it open, letting it hit the wall behind it, creating a sizeable dent. Flashlights are aimed into the darkness below, but all that can be seen is a rusty metal ladder leading down. The air coming from the hole smelled stale and metallic, goosebumps rose on your skin as you peered down.

“Well, what do you say, Cap, should some of us take a look?” asked Soap, pointing down into the darkness, sounding intrigued at the idea of venturing down into the seemingly bottomless pit.

Rolling forward on his feet, placing one of his hands around the straps of his vest while the other held his lit cigar near his mouth, Price took a long drag before blowing out the smoke up into the air, contemplating what to do, groaning Soap added, “five minutes just to see if there is anything useful down there, and then we come right back up and close it.”

Price used the hand holding his cigar to rub his temple. “Fine, Soap. You and Gaz go down there and see if there is anything. Be careful, and come back up in five minutes. I understand.”

“Yes, sir,” they both replied in unison.

Soap looked at the small opening of the cellar and preceded to take off his thick, bulletproof vest and laid his weapons down; remembering to take the tactical flashlight attached to his gun, he placed them in a neat pile near the entrance save for his handgun and knife strapped to his thigh. Following his example, Gaz did the same. Soap moved down to stand on the rusty ladder that groaned at the extra added weight, “Alright, see ya in five minutes,” as he descended the hole with the smaller flashlight from his gun stuck in his mouth. You gave a comforting pat on the back to Gaz, telling him a soft “good luck” as he, too entered the cellar.

Sitting down against the wall near the cellar door, you lean your head back, closing your eyes, trying to imagine yourself back at base in the safety of your small but cozy room, snuggled up in your warm blanket. Then you feel someone sit next to you, peeking one eye open. You turn your head to see Ghost in a similar position; breaking the silence, you hear his gruff voice, “The weather should break in the morning, and then we can all leave this place behind us.”

Letting out a breathless laugh, you add, “Yeah I just hope we can make it til then.”

Now, looking at his masked face, you can see him narrow his eyes at you in question, the room barely illuminated from the moonlight, peering in through the busted-out windows in the house and flashlight present in both you and Ghost's hands. “What is that supposed to mean?” before you could answer, Price plops down in front of where you two were sitting, “Nothing is going to happen, Spark; you are just all spooked by your own shadows right now, morning will come soon enough, and everything will be fine, you’ll see.”

Glancing from Price’s reassuring face to Ghost’s, you let out an exasperated sigh, “I guess you are right, sir,” you spoke, leaning your head back against the wall.

From the darkness of the cellar, a blood-curdling scream from your two teammates echoed throughout the house.

Chapter 3: From the Pinnacle to the Pit

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drewsbuzzcut · 11 months ago

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So Lovely, It Feels So Right

Mat barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol consumption, and mentions of tattoos (let me know if I missed anything)

Tonight’s the Isles wags’ annual galentine’s get together. It’s nothing fancy, just an intimate gathering at the Martin’s house. There are drinks, snacks, and a small gift exchange.

After laughing so hard your stomachs hurt and drinking various bottles of wine, it’s finally your turn to open your gift. You gently pull out the tissue paper and uncover a black thong with “i ❤️ barzal” printed on the front. You let out an infectious giggle, your cheeks growing red hot.

“Syd! Oh my god. I cannot believe you got me this,” you shriek, hands covering your eyes in faux shyness. You actually liked your little gift- that’d also be a gift for Mat.

“I wanted to get you something on brand for your relationship. We all know you love taking your man to bed. Anyways, soon you’ll be a Barzal,” she points out and you grow flustered thinking about your upcoming nuptials.

Once everyone opens their gifts and finishes their last glass of wine, someone suggests going to a tattoo shop and who are you to not go through with it? Maybe it isn’t the best idea for a bunch of inebriated women to go get tattoos, but you’ll never be one to deny a good time. Mat’s in for a treat later.

Walking up to your front door serves as a challenge, your heel keeps getting caught in the cobblestone of your driveway. It doesn’t help that your buzz is still lingering in your limbs. Finally pushing the door open, you sashay into your house. The sting of your fresh tattoo is very well present as you think about what Mat’s reaction will be like.

You walk in looking disheveled but content. Your cheeks are rosy and your eyes are glossy. Your hair is in its signature messy bun, tank top hiked up your chest to hide your newest addition to your ink collection. You don’t get far before you find Mat in the game room, playing around at the pool table.

“Baby,” you announce your presence, slowly making your way towards him.

As you round a corner of the pool table, your fingers trace the “Barzal” engraved in the wood. Your engagement ring catches every angle of the lighting, making it shine and making Mat’s heart race. He cannot wait to marry you.

“Hey, have a good night?” He asks, pulling you into his arms and swaying with you.

“A wonderful night. We laughed a lot. We also had a lot of wine,” you answer with your eyes closed in delight.

“I can tell,” that piqued your interest. You pop a single eye open.

“What do you mean?” You hop onto the edge of the pool table, arms looped over your fiancés shoulders.

“You’re all giggly and touchy. Major signs that you’re drunk,” he explains, kissing your neck.

You stay silent, too focused on his lips on your skin.

“Did Nolan go down easy?” You finally clear your head from thoughts of the man in front of you.

“Of course. He’s the most perfect baby. He had his bottle and I rocked him in the chair for a couple of hours before putting him in his crib. He’s all bundled up, too. He looks so precious,” Mat says and you coo just thinking about your baby boy.

“I’m glad he didn’t give you any trouble with his bottle. He’s been giving me hell just because I try to feed him with the bottle,” you sigh, body leaning into his.

“He’s a little momma’s boy. I can’t blame him.” You definitely agree with that.

Minutes pass by, Mat and you just looking into each other’s eyes. Every now and then he’ll play with your ring. It’s become a habit of his.

“I’m not drunk you know you,” you tut and tilt your head to the side, your eyes playfully glare him.

“Tipsy but not drunk,” you add, your heel clad feet reaching out to rub against his muscly thighs. He immediately catches your hint. You are feeling needy which is a usual occurrence when you drink wine.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” His voice gets raspy and he picks up your legs one by one and takes off your heels.

“You, baby. I need you,” you pull him down into a kiss, head starting to spin when he invades your mouth with his tongue.

His hands caress your thighs over your jeans, steadily rising to the button and zipper. The heat in the room rises and the moisture starts to collect in your underwear when he starts to undo your pants.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs when he sees your specially made panties.

You giggle and pull him into another kiss, this time you’re the one shoving your tongue down his throat. You grip and pull at his soft locks, just the way his touch grips your every nerve ending and sets them alight. Plus, the moans that vibrate through his chest are enough of a reason to not let go.

He guides you back to lay down, your body erupting in chills from his touch on your bare skin and the cold of the table. He softly squeezes at your legs in a subtle tease before pulling down your thong with his teeth, eyes zeroed in on your reaction. Just by the way your chest heaves and your legs subconsciously widen is proof enough that you’re enjoying what he’s doing.

Your core glistens for him and he wants so badly to dive into your wet folds, but he always wants to tease you. If it’s for a minute or more depends on his mood. He’s feeling giving and generous, so he won’t tease you too much but just work you up until you’re antsy. He kneels down, eyesight perfectly level with one of his favorite sights: you, wet and begging. He lays kisses up your legs, nipping tenderly at the stretch marks on your inner thighs. You reach down and intertwine your fingers with his, your ring biting at his skin, a reminder of your future. Continuing on his path upward, he purses his lips and blows a cool stream of air on your wetness, eyes darkening at your whimpers. He lets a small laugh pass through his lips and presses a sweet kiss just below your belly button.

“Do something, please,” you beg, squeezing his hand.

“Do what?” He acts innocent, but you know he’s just trying to get you to voice your needs.

“Eat me out or fuck me. Just do something,” you whine, a low scream falling from your lips as he leans up to mouth at your neck. His clothed cock rubs against your pussy, sending tingles throughout your entire body.

“You’re sexy when you’re bossy,” he whispers in your ear, sending you into a frenzy of sexual tension that’s dying to be resolved.

“If you don’t do anything, I’ll just get myself off,” you sass, closing your legs just a bit.

Mat stops you before you can close them all the way, his fingers opening you up so he can spit on your clit. The feral urge you have for him increases just by the action alone. You lift up your hips, but he quickly pins them down. Your annoyed huff turns into an airy moan when his thick fingers spreading your wetness around your fluttering hole. He delicately kisses around your mound, pressing a loving kiss to your clit.

The few deep breaths you take don’t prepare you for the way pleasure engulfs your body when Mat wraps his lips around your clit. His tongue nudges it while his lips continuously suction around the bud. You tug at your own hair, feeling your mind grow fuzzy when you hear his obscene moans. The vibration feels even better.

“You like that, baby?” He speaks his words into the apex of your thighs.

You numbly nod your head, already high on the overwhelming bliss that comes from his mouth alone.

“Words, baby,” he trades his lips for his finger tip, softly massaging slow circles into your bundle of nerves.

“I love it so much. It feels so good,” you comply albeit being breathless.

Every rational thought flees your head when he starts tracing his name with the tip of his tongue, sending you on a hazy spiral towards your orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. I’m yours,” you chant, knowing he was staking his claim even though he doesn’t need to.

You don’t even realize him pulling away until he’s pushing your tank top further up your chest, unveiling your boobs. He loves when you’re braless. He licks his lips, leaving sucking kisses all up your torso. For a quick moment you snap out of your daze, remembering your new tattoo that your fiancé still doesn’t know about. Luckily, he doesn’t pull your top off all the way.

“Is my pretty girl still sensitive?” He knows damn well your boobs are still sensitive from breastfeeding for 7 months.

You whisper a yes, but it’s quickly replaced with a cry as he softly sucks them into his mouth. It doesn’t last long because you’re still producing milk, so he decides to suck on the flesh surrounding your nipples. No low cut tops are in your future unless you want people to witness the craving Mat’s mouth had. You will definitely be looking like a cheetah after he’s done with you.

You lift your hips up into him, begging for friction, but also distracting him from eventually making his way to your tattoo. You didn’t want him to see it just yet.

He spreads your folds open again, not holding back and he immediately starts lapping up your arousal. The slurping noises fill your ears and his ravenous moans make you even wetter.

“You taste so good, pretty girl. I can eat your pretty pussy all day,” he praises, voice sweet and thick like honey.

“I love you,” you reply.

“I love you.” His words are followed by his tongue entering your weeping hole.

Your body arches off the pool table, screams and moan ripping from your throat as he fucks you with his tongue. Again, your hips lift up, but this time Mat doesn’t press them down. He holds up your lower body, burying his face in your pussy.

“Fuck. Just like that, baby. Please don’t stop.”

The vibrations from his moans and grunts make your brain short circuit, the mind numbing sensation has you in its palm.

You reach down, a hand back in his hair and the other planted on his upper back. The cold metal of your ring feels nice against his warm skin.

“I’m going to cum,” you whine, your cunt clenching down on his tongue.

“Not yet.”

“Please,” it comes out in a gasp, Mat’s thick fingers sinking into your pussy.

His fingers move slowly in a come hither motion, dragging out your pleasure and making you wait until you can let that knot in your stomach snap. His tongue flattens against your clit, his face moving side to side to continuously apply friction.

“Maty, please. I can’t do it. I need to cum, please,” you beg, legs closing around Mat’s head.

“I need you to hold it baby,” he whispers against your soaking cunt.

“I can’t. I can’t,” your body is trembling and you’re trying to steady yourself, but it feels too good. Your orgasm is on the brink of destruction.

He sets you down, one hand pressing into your lower abdomen while his fingers fuck up into you. Throwing your head back, both your arms reach out to grip onto something. Tears stream down your face, but you’ve never felt more alive.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess,” he finally gives you the green light.

Everything goes blurry, the pressure in your stomach releases and you feel liquid squirt out of you, and the state of euphoria your body is in is unexplainable. Mat’s fingers work you through your orgasm with slow strokes but still enough to make you twitch.

“You’re so beautiful, my love. I didn’t know you could squirt like that,” he muses, pecking your thighs.

You whimper when he pulls his fingers out. It’s erotic the way your release drips down his hand. For a moment, you think he’ll lick it up, but you’re proven wrong when he gets you to sit up. He guides his fingers to your mouth and you willingly suck on them, moaning at the taste of yourself. Your eyes peer into his eyes, hooded and dark, they reel him in. Out are his fingers, and his lips press to yours. Salacious moans pass between your mouths when he sucks on your tongue. He’ll never get tired of your taste.

“I love you,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, nipping and pulling at your bottom one.

You smile dazedly at him, feeling sleepy and cuddly in his arms.

“Come on, baby. Let me take you upstairs and get you in a bath,” he coos, rubbing at your back.

“In one minute. I want to stay here in your arms for a little while. I missed you today,” you kiss his chin and the side of his jaw.

“Nols and I did, too,” he says.

“Tomorrow we cuddle in bed all day,” you state.

“Whatever you want. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love you,” he tells you.

You look over at the clock hanging on the wall and realize it’s well past midnight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby daddy. I love you so much,” you kiss him once more.

“I actually have a small surprise for you,” you whisper into his mouth.

“What’s that, pretty girl?” He looks at you expectantly.

You pull your tank top over your head with one hand, so the other can still cover up your tattoo. Slowly, you move your hand away to finally show off the ‘13.’

“Holy shit. No way, babe. That’s hot,” Mat gasps, reaching out to touch it.

“Just for you, baby,” you softly whimper, your skin still sore from the incessant needle.

He looks at you with such tender love and feral, sexual desire. You can feel the tension fill the room again, your cunt begging for him and his cock straining against his basketball shorts. You’re both in for a long night.

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies! I hope you know you’re loved so much🫶 I hope you all enjoy!

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imvietnamesenotchinese · 27 days ago

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happy birthday luna!!

The force of Nyx’s slam reverberates through the table, causing [REDACTED]’s fine china to rattle. ‘’It’s time,’’ she announces with a stern voice, ‘’Operation Luna’s Birthday. OLB for short.’’ The petite woman’s gaze is fierce. She’s ready for battle. Her friends, on the other hand, are not as riled up. One of them is a beautiful tall lady, whose name is Miyuna. Yuna for short. Miss Viandecourt if she doesn’t like you. The other one, a pretty brunette whose eyes pierce through your soul, looks a little bit confused.

Silence fills the air, until the tension is broken by the beautiful dark-haired Miyuna. ‘’Nyx…’’ Her tone could be best described as exasperated. ‘’I love you, but you cannot do this a second time.’’ She doesn’t break eye contact with the other woman. The latter looks offended.

‘’Why not!?’’ she defensively blurts out. ‘’My last plan was executed perfectly.’’ Her melodic voice is boastful. Nyx is, after all, a prideful woman. Perhaps a little bit too prideful at times. Nonetheless, she basks in the glory of her self-proclaimed scheming and cunning mind. If someone was in need of a mastermind for a heist, then Nyx would be the woman for the job. However, her last plan had been heavily criticized by lobbyists (her friends), despite the flawless execution (they had to put [REDACTED] inside the trunk of a car).

Yuna raises a well-groomed eyebrow. ‘’Because the last time you planned a surprise birthday party, you had us kidnap our friend.’’ As to make a point, she gestures towards [REDACTED], who sits still and enjoys her tea. Occasionally, she’ll chime in with a ‘’mhm’’. Yuna crosses her arms. ‘’Actually, I’m still bewildered at how you managed to convince us to do that, even.’’

Nyx smirks and leans back on her chair. ‘’Because I’m charismatic as fuck.’’ She winks.

‘’Hmph, you could become a politician,’’ Yuna snickers and takes a sip from her tea cup, ‘’or you could become the next Icarus.’’ She studies the cup’s swirly golden pattern. It’s a beautiful contrast against the glossy pink porcelain. Finally, she sets it down on the coaster.

The third woman, who had been sitting silently and listening, suddenly chimes in. Miyuna and Nyx turn their heads to their friend. [REDACTED] puts a delicate finger on her chin, showcasing her ball-jointed tattoo. Her eyes are raised skywards as her face displays a querying expression. ‘’We wouldn’t be able to kidnap Luna anyways. She’s as strong as 10 regular men. The three of us don’t even hold a candle against her,’’ she explains in a matter-of-fact voice. ‘’And I only have access to human sedatives, we’d need horse tranquilizers to take her down.’’

The last bit of information gets a strong reaction from Nyx. She knits her eyebrows together, forming a puzzled look. ‘’Why are you talking about her like she isn’t even human? Horse tranquilizers? Please, she’s a college girl, like the rest of us, even if she's absurdly strong. Besides, we’re not going to drug her. What the hell.’’

The violet-eyed Miyuna shoots a concerned look [REDACTED]’s way. ‘’So are we not gonna question how you have access to sedatives?’’

The doll-like girl only shrugs her shoulders. ‘’Anyway, take what I’ve said with a grain of salt. After all, I haven’t graduated from med school yet.’’

In frustration, Nyx slams the table once again. This time, [REDACTED] gives her a stern look. ‘’Stop doing that. You’ll startle the girls.’’ The brunette nods in the direction of her couch. The three women could’ve sprawled out on that comfortable plush sofa, if it hadn’t been filled to the brim with various kinds of antique dolls. Nyx could never keep her gaze on them for too long. They stare back.

Don’t be mistaken, though. It doesn’t end at the couch. The apartment walls are lined with shelves, displaying porcelain dolls. The three college girls are sitting around a circular table, decorated with lace tablecloths and stacked with diverse finger sandwiches. There are four chairs around the table. One for Miyuna, one for Nyx, one for the hostess, and one for the bald porcelain doll belonging to said hostess.

Miyuna lets out a sigh and leans slightly forward. ‘’So, if we can get back to planning for a moment: what exactly are we doing for Luna’s birthday?’’

Nyx opens her mouth to speak, but gets quickly shut down. The violet-eyed woman curtly reprimands, ‘’No kidnapping!’’

‘’Alright fine!’’ Nyx raises her arms and rolls her eyes. Her fiery temper settles down, and she finally collects her thoughts enough to speak. ‘’I’ve been thinking, and yes– no so-called ‘’crimes’’ involved.’’ She finishes with an innocent smile. That smile of hers could be so deceiving sometimes. Yuna knew better than to trust it, though.

The taller woman plays with her hair. ‘’That’s a relief... If I can take you at your word. What’s the plan, then?’’

The petite girl continues, ‘’we know what she likes, right?’’

‘’Strawberries,’’ Yuna answers.

Nyx waves her hand dismissively. ‘’Yes, but I was thinking of something else.’’

‘’Cats!’’ [REDACTED] excitedly chimes in.

Crossing her arms, Nyx shakes her head. ‘’Not wrong, but try again.’’

Attempting a second time, Yuna replies, ‘’video games?’’

‘’Getting hotter,’’ hums Nyx.

‘’Arcades?’’ suggests [REDACTED].

Nyx flips her hair and flashes a brilliant smile, as if she’d won a million dollars. ‘’Bingo!’’

[REDACTED] claps, happy that she got it right. She looks expectantly at Nyx. ‘’So are we going to take her to the arcade?’’

The other woman confirms her friend’s query by nodding her head. ‘’Yes,’’ Nyx says as presses her fingers together, ‘’but we need to somehow get her into one without arousing suspicion.’’

Leaning back and crossing her legs, Yuna thinks for a moment. ‘’Hm,’’ she starts, ‘’this might be difficult. After all, it’s very suspicious of us to take her to an arcade on the day of her birthday. She’s going to realize, and it’ll ruin the surprise.’’ She looks over to Nyx, who seems to be in agreement. ‘’So how are we going to disguise it?’’

Obviously, Nyx has already cooked up a plan. She straightens her posture, making sure that both of her friends are attentive to what she’s going to say. ‘’Well, first of all, we’re going to rent out an arcade. Secondly, we will have to trick her into going in. Thirdly, we’re going to need bait for that to happen.’’

‘’How are we going to bait her?’’ [REDACTED] timidly asks.

Nyx leans in, a mean gleam in her eye. ‘’She loves cats. If she saw a poor, injured kitty, she’d be compelled to save it. We’ll need some back-up. Here’s the plan.’’

‘’Christmas party on the 25th at 8 PM, don’t be late or else you’re a real stinker!!!’’ reads the text message that’s displayed on Luna’s phone screen. She’s not quite sure how to use all of the applications yet, but Nyx had insisted that she would download this particular one. It’s good for keeping in contact with each other, apparently. [REDACTED] claimed that the application had ‘’cute stickers’’, meanwhile Yuna had said ‘’everyone’s using it.’’

The long-haired beauty walks down the streets of the city. Today is Christmas Eve, and she plans on celebrating it with the people she cares about the most. She’d invited a fellow classmate, someone from her art class. Since this is a student party, and not a private celebration, she assumed it was okay if she brought along a plus one. Luna isn’t particularly the biggest fan of parties or large gatherings in general. She prefers to be cozied up in bed, playing her favorite games. But her friends had invited her, and they said everyone was going to be there. Spending an evening with her girls doesn’t sound so bad.

The glistening pure white snow crunches underneath her boots. Next to her is a tall young man with green and black hair. He walks close to her, nearly touching her shoulders. Luna’s face lights up like the stars in the night sky, her eyes full of wonder as she takes in the breathtaking scenery. The city is beautiful at night, yes, but it’s even more magical during winter. The ground’s completely covered in white. Meanwhile high above, Christmas lights and decorations are strung up on buildings. Every store they walk past boasts enchanting decorations: reindeers, little santas, and neon signs wishing everyone a merry Christmas.

Apparently, the party is located at a downtown bar. Luna couldn’t figure out the GPS (is that what they call it?), so Sol is the one showing the way. He periodically glances down at his phone, making sure that they are walking in the right direction. People pass by them, most of them are going home to their families. After all, it was getting late. Perhaps a little too late, because as they approach the bar, they notice that it’s completely dark inside. The sign on the door reads: Closed for Christmas!

A puzzled look spreads across Luna’s face. ‘’This can’t be right. Nyx said that it should be this bar.’’

Her classmate scratches his head. Although deep down, he’s letting out a sigh of relief. ‘’Maybe she gave you the wrong time. It’s closed. The party’s over.’’ He darts his yellow-orange eyes over to her face to gauge her reaction.

Luna shakes her head. ‘’No, I’m looking at her text right now. It says 8 PM.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’ Sol asks, looking at Luna’s phone screen. He reads it for a moment and raises his eyebrows. ‘’Damn. Maybe she played a prank on you.’’

The college girl jerks her body. She casts blue eyes on Sol’s face. They’re full of disbelief. ‘’No, Nyx wouldn’t do something like that!’’

This only causes Sol to scoff. ‘’You’d be surprised. This city is full of snakes,’’ he sneers. Under that tone of voice lies something more sinister. ‘’We should go. I’ll walk you home.’’

Luna thought that perhaps Sol was right. After all, this particular place looks desolate. Most of the shops on this street have already closed down for the night. Unlike the streets they’d crossed earlier, where people were still hustling and bustling about, this one didn’t have a single soul roaming around.

‘’Meow.’’

Luna swiftly turns around. ‘’Huh, did you hear that?’’

She freezes in her tracks the moment she sees a little white kitty in front of her. It appears to be injured, with a bandage wrapped around one of its legs. Luna lets out a little gasp. ‘’Oh no, poor thing!’’ she exclaims, as she starts following the cat. It’s more of an instinct, really. Nyx knows that Luna has a pure heart. That’s why it’s quite easy to trick her.

Peeking her head out from behind a wall, not too far away from where Luna and Sol are, Nyx watches her friend intently. She has to make sure that everything goes according to plan. So far, so good. However, there is just one thing that ticks her off. That strange-looking man. Why the hell is he here? She thought Luna would come alone. Damn it. However, as things are now, the probability of him getting in the way is low.

Behind Nyx stands Yuna and [REDACTED]. They’re all fashionably clad in winter coats and boots. ‘’It’s so cold,’’ mutters Yuna. Her breath comes out as smoke. ‘’I hope this goes by quickly.’’ Her friends nod in agreement. Everyone wants Luna to get inside the arcade as fast as possible. It’s perhaps 300 meters away from where they’re standing now. It all depends on Aaliyah now, who’s been diligently luring the cat to go in the right direction.

It’s honestly amazing that Luna isn’t suspicious of the whole situation. The cat isn’t limping at all, despite having a bandage wrapped around its leg. It also looks well-groomed and well-fed. It certainly isn’t a stray, and [REDACTED] had just wrapped its leg in bandage. She isn’t studying vet med, but human med is close enough, no?

Nyx knows how to play with people’s heart strings. Luna’s going to follow that pitiful little kitty into the arcade. The doors will be open. It’ll be dark. And then… Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, now.

The cat sniffs the air, following the scent of wet food, which Liyah had been tasked to carry around as bait. Her help didn’t come without a cost, though. Nyx had to reluctantly agree to buy her food for a whole week. Ack, her bank account suffers so. But that’s what she is willing to do for the people she cares about. Not that she’d ever admit that, of course.

Its white fur almost blends in with the snow when it makes its way to the arcade. Nyx has no idea where Liyah is. Her main concerns are as follows: first of all, a cat is, well, a cat. They’re unpredictable and have minds of their own. Second of all, Liyah could potentially be discovered. After all, running around town with several cans of opened cat food is suspicious, to say the least. Despite Nyx’s concerns, literally no one has been able to find where Liyah is. It’s strange, she leaves no footprints, no sounds and no trace of her existence at all. The only reason the girls know that she’s still cooperating with their plan is because Liyah will occasionally text them updates.

Luna calls out to the cat. ‘’Here, kitty kitty! I promise I won’t hurt you. Please, let me help.’’ The cat seemingly ignores her and continues trotting away from her. She picks up her pace, so that she can keep up with her white-furred friend. Sol, however, seems to be less enthusiastic.

‘’Luna,’’ he says as he follows behind her, ‘’something doesn’t feel right.’’

‘’I know, how could someone possibly leave this kitty all alone? How is it going to fend for itself with an injury?’’ she sighs in disappointment, as she keeps chasing the cat. Her face is flushed pink, and her hair is covered in half-melting snowflakes. ‘’We need to help it.’’

Yuna, Nyx and [REDACTED] make sure to follow along behind Sol and Luna, who are quickly approaching the arcade. After a short while, the two college students are standing outside of the arcade building. It appears to be closed. It’s completely dark inside, but the doors to the place are wide open. If it wasn’t for the fact that Luna regularly visits this place with her friends, she would’ve thought it was abandoned. No Christmas decorations are hung up, not a single soul inside it seems like.

Something is definitely wrong, though. Luna feels as if she’s being watched, despite her not being able to spot anyone inside that place. The cat suddenly stops before the entrance, hisses, and darts away faster than she can react. ‘’Wait, Mr. Kitty!’’ she shouts after him, to no avail. Luna is ready to dash after it, but Sol is quicker. He grabs her arm.

His weary eyes meet hers. ‘’Luna, I think we should go home. It’s too cold outside.’’

She immediately protests, ‘’but the cat–’’

‘’--Is going to be fine. Look at how fast it ran. It has most likely already healed from its injury. That coat was glossy white, too. Someone is taking care of it, I assure you.’’ He smiles, an attempt to reassure her. His grip on her arm doesn’t loosen, though.

‘’Fuck,’’ Nyx mumbles underneath her breath. ‘’Why didn’t that stupid cat go inside!?’’

‘’It must’ve been spooked,’’ Yuna sighs. ‘’It’s a cat. There was always going to be a risk of it running away.’’

Nyx throws her head back dramatically and groans. ‘’But we were so close!’’

Yuna fiddles with her scarf. ‘’Ugh, does this mean we have to enact Plan B?’’

The raven-haired woman looks exhausted. ‘’Yes. Plan B.’’

[REDACTED] pulls out something from her pocket.

Nyx shoots her a confused look.

She simply tilts her head in response to Nyx’s confusion. ‘’You said we needed Plan B?’’

‘’I don’t think she meant the literal Plan B,’’ Yuna explains.

‘’Oh.’’

The taller woman among the girls looks at Nyx. ‘’So, Plan B?’’

Plan B sucks. The elf costumes are itchy. And it’s freezing cold. At least Miyuna looks half-decent as Santa. [REDACTED] and Nyx, however, look ridiculous. Luna’s nervosity makes itself apparent by her fiddling with her fingers. She has no idea what is going on. Sol is suspicious of the whole situation. He narrows his eyes at the three cosplaying weirdos in front of him. He’s standing in front of Luna, as an attempt to shield her from said weirdos.

‘’Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!’’ [REDACTED], dressed up as one of Santa’s little helpers, greets with glee. Nyx shoves an elbow at her.

‘’That’s not your line,’’ hisses the other elf. She proceeds to shoot Miyuna a menacing glare. Yuna hesitates. Her left eye twitches. Nyx doesn’t budge, her staredown is downright devious.

Yuna sings a little prayer in her head, and ultimately forces a smile. The good thing about being a performer on the ice, is that those skills are transferable to everyday life. Flashing fake smiles is something she is very much used to. ‘’Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!’’ Immediately after saying that, she wants to run away and hide inside a hole.

‘’Uh, merry Christmas?’’ Luna replies back with an uncertain tone of voice. She avoids eye contact. Sol, on the other hand, is still staring down the three strangers. [REDACTED], Yuna and Nyx feel a chill go down their spines. That guy is bad news. The three girls exchange a look with each other. They’re all thinking: we need to get rid of that guy.

‘’We’re Santa’s little helpers, and we’ve come here to share the Holiday spirit with you!’’ Nyx tries to sound as merry as she can. She points towards the dark entrance to the arcade. ‘’We’re giving away free gifts inside this arcade!’’

Luna flashes a hesitant smile. ‘’Oh, that’s great.’’

The dark-eyed elf raises an eyebrow. ‘’So, don’t you want to go in there and get yourself a little free gift?’’

The brown and purple haired woman shakes her head. ‘’No, I’d rather that kids who don’t have the opportunity to do so get a chance to celebrate Christmas. I don’t need anything.’’ Classic Luna. Putting others before herself. Normally, this is an admirable trait. In this situation, though, it’s more of an obstacle.

[REDACTED] wipes away a tear from her eye. ‘’You’re so sweet!’’

Nyx growls. ‘’Too sweet. Jesus fucking Christ, woman.’’

‘’Excuse me?’’ Sol’s voice drops. He straightens his back as an attempt to hide Luna behind him. His eyes darken, and his eyebrows are knit together. The tension in the air is so thick, a knife could cut through it. The temperature, if possible, drops even more.

‘’Listen.’’ There’s a tinge of annoyance in Nyx’s voice, despite her best efforts to hide it. ‘’We have enough gifts to go around. Just get in there and have fun!’’

Luna turns her head around to observe the entrance of the arcade. It’s dark and silent. There’s no sound of giggling kids, no sound of presents being unwrapped, no sound of anyone being in there. Despite all of that, she feels that someone or something is watching her. A lump forms in her throat. She really doesn’t want to go in there.

The young man takes a step forward. His whole demeanor is hostile. ‘’Listen,’’ he manages to spit out, ‘’leave us alone. Now.’’ Sol’s knuckles are white from clenching his fists.

Yuna tries to intervene. ‘’Maybe we should–’’

‘’And who are you?’’ scoffs Nyx. ‘’Some kind of wannabe hotshot? Leave us alone, you creep!’’

Those are fighting words.

The wrong kind of words.

Within seconds, her feet are dangling in the air. Sol is holding her up by the collar of her stupid elf costume. His eyes scream murder. Her eyes scream panic. The blood in Nyx’s body runs cold, and it’s not because of the negative temperatures outside. The others start to panic.

‘’Oh my God–’’

‘’Sol, let the elf down!’’

Before any of them can do anything, a dart whistles through the air. It hits Sol in the leg. The man looks confused. Then confusion morphs into dazedness, and the next thing Nyx knows, she’s down on the ground again. Apparently, she’s not the only one. The young man, who’d held her up earlier, is also down on the sidewalk. Faceplanted in the snow. Now it’s Nyx’s turn to be confused. She spins around, and sees that [REDACTED] is holding some kind of… straw?

‘’What did you do!?’’ Yuna exclaims as she covers her mouth in shock.

‘’Oh, don’t worry. It’s not horse tranquilizer!’’

‘’What exactly is it then!?’’

‘’Just your run-of-the-mill sedative,’’ [REDACTED] hums in a sing-song tone of voice. A beat passes. ‘’For humans,’’ she quickly adds.

‘’Why and how did you have that!?’’

‘’I mean, I have more stuff than just that…’’

Luna just stares in horror at Sol’s unmoving body. She’s unable to move, like a deer caught in the headlights. These elves are not messing around. Her body is in fight or flight mode, and right now, all she wants to do is toss Sol over the shoulder and run. That is, until the little elf starts shouting at her. ‘’Get inside that fucking arcade, or else!’’

Nyx grabs the unconscious Sol’s head. She’s holding something against his throat (it’s a tampon). Luna’s eyes widen in fear (she has no idea what a tampon is). Yuna feels a twinge of guilt tug at her heartstrings. This whole plan was a mess. ‘’Okay, I’ll do as you say. Please, don’t hurt him!’’ Luna blurts out with a shaky voice. She steels herself and briskly walks into the arcade. The lump in her throat grows bigger.

When she’s finally inside, the lights immediately turn on. She expects to be jumped, robbed, left cold and abandoned on the floor. She startles as she hears a dozen pops. And then hundreds of colorful specks fill the air, dancing in front of her vision. ‘’Happy birthday, Luna!’’ the crowd of people shout. They erupt into laughter and cheers as Luna looks on, confused, still high on adrenaline. Familiar faces line up in her field of vision. Brit, Jess, Liyah, Ai, the other Luna, and so many more. They’re all holding empty confetti poppers.

Luna is too stunned to speak. Her jaw is on the floor. More people emerge. She recognizes Lily, Lilith and Kura. They’re all wishing her a happy birthday as she just stares, shell-shocked. After a few seconds pass, she finally scrambles her thoughts together, before stuttering out a: ‘’What’s going on?’’. Brit and Jess exchange a look.

Brittney is the first to reply. ‘’It’s your surprise party, of course.’’

Luna blinks. ‘’My what?’’ She doesn't have the time to ask more questions before she feels someone grab her by the shoulders. She jolts in the air, turns around, and sees a familiar face. However, that person is half-dressed as an elf, which confuses Luna even more.

‘’Your surprise party, duh!’’ Nyx exclaims, disguise shoddily taken off. Her dark eyes sparkle, like a little kid staring at their parents, expecting praise. She gets none, though. Instead, all she gets is a confused look from the taller woman.

Luna hesitates for a moment. ‘’But, what about the Christmas party?’’

‘’I lied,’’ Nyx bluntly confesses. ‘’To make sure you wouldn’t get suspicious. Pretty smart, eh?’’

‘’It somehow turned out worse than last time,’’ Yuna curtly cuts in. She rips her fake beard off as fast as humanly possible.

‘’What about Sol, is he okay?’’ asks Luna.

[REDACTED] appears behind Nyx and Yuna, no longer in elf costume. She gives her friend a reassuring smile. ‘’Your friend that’s outside? He should wake up in approximately 30 minutes. Don’t worry, I’ll have someone carry him inside.’’

Luna lets out a sigh of relief.

Red and her band are performing on stage. The lively music blends in with the sound effects of the games from the arcade machines. Finny and Aster are competing at one of them. Scarlet makes a bet on who the winner will be. Amy, Joy and Evie wish Luna a happy birthday as they pass her by to grab another slice of pizza. The birthday girl herself is sat at one of the many tables in the premises. Across from her sits her three closest friends, who had explained everything to her. The cat, the arcade, the fake party. ‘’So,’’ starts Yuna, ‘’this was, once again, Nyx’s idea.’’

‘’Yep, pretty brilliant, huh?’’ Nyx smirks. Yuna shakes her head.

‘’We drugged a man, Nyx.’’

The raven-haired woman rolls her eyes at the accusation. ‘’We? Who’s we? [REDACTED] did that. And I have to say, thank you for saving my ass back there.’’ She playfully nudges the brunette next to her.

[REDACTED] takes a bite from her slice of strawberry cake before replying. ‘’It’s alright. I do tend to have these things on me, as they can come in handy.’’

‘’When and why would you ever need to carry around sedatives?’’ questions Luna. She’s clad in a comically large tiara and a pink sash that reads Birthday girl!!!. In front of her lies multiple gifts. Some small, some big. All of them carrying love and appreciation from her friends.

Yuna raises her hands in frustration. ‘’That’s what I’ve been saying!’’

‘’Anyway,’’ Nyx clears her throat, ‘’back on topic. That stranger was certainly an… unpredictable factor. The plan was just to lure you inside the arcade. That’s it. No kidnappings involved. Honestly girl, I kind of blame you. I mean, I certainly didn’t expect you to invite a guy to a party. Well, everything turned out fine in the end. That guy’s still alive and breathing, and we managed to catch you by surprise!’’

Luna’s lips break into a shy smile. ‘’Yes, you did. But you know, you didn’t have to do all of this for me. I appreciate it, I really do.’’ She pauses. ‘’Although, next time, maybe we can do something at my place?’’ Her eyes are pleading.

‘’That sounds like a great idea,’’ agrees Yuna. ‘’I’m actually kind of scared of what Nyx is planning to do on my birthday.’’

Nyx bristles. ‘’Hey! My plans always turn out okay in the end. Your birthday party is in good hands.’’

All the girls, except Nyx, laugh. This causes her to pout and cross her arms. ‘’Whatever,’’ she scoffs, ‘’let’s play some games. Winner gets free drinks from the losers.’’

Luna giggles. ‘’I’m in.’’

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"Gingerbread Dragon": A Holiday Stranger Things Imagine: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader

Stranger Things Holiday Imagine

Eddie Munson x PS Reader, Plus Size Reader, Reader

Use of Y/N bc the other choice is a full character on my part and ya’ll would never even see this because hyperfixation reasons.

Reader is fem identifying because, listen, I just think girls are lovely and this is my creative outlet. I have bi tendencies and if I’m pairing with a dude, well, I need both. And this is my tumblr so feel free to scroll. No hard feelings.

Also, brief mention of dr*g use (pot). This should go without saying that if you are under 18… Have a lovely Holiday Season and all that. Wish you well and everything but scram. This is no place for children so hit the bricks. *she said as a loving auntie would… But seriously, get lost until you’re an adult.

……

…….

Eddie was a fairly easy going guy most of the time.

Or at least he liked to think he was.

He did his best.

Tried to be nice to people.

Some took it well, others didn’t.

He didn’t have many true friends in this world but for the few that he did have he tried his best to make sure they knew he appreciated them.

He knew he had a reputation but his friends knew this about him.

It was no secret.

He thought he was accepted as he was.

Which was why it left him scratching his head when no one showed up for the D&D meeting the last week before school let out for Christmas break.

Y/N, who may as well have been his girlfriend for all intents and purposes because Eddie didn’t pay any one else any serious attention when she was around,… was nowhere to be found at all.

He hadn’t seen her all week…. which was very odd for the two of them.

Usually, they always met up in the woods after she got off work because, frankly, she needed to chill out and Eddie always had flower.

And Eddie also thought she looked absolutely magical when she was stoned and had that glossy look in her eye…. but whatever.

But this week?

Nothin’.

Nowhere to be found.

I mean, he knew she was alive.

He’d heard several people mention her here and there but he had yet to lay his eyes on her …. and he was kinda getting bummed about it.

Did he do something?

Was she mad at him?

He was certain that she was clueless to the fact that he was a hopeless sap for her but he very much was and…. it bothered him to think she was upset with him.

When everyone bailed on him today… that was the extra punch to the stomach.

He sat there for another fifteen minutes before he packed his shit and just gave it up.

He was on his way towards his van, tugging his jacket around him a little tighter as the cold wind bit at his cheeks, when someone slammed into his side.

The unruly mop of hair told him it was Dustin.

“Henderson, where the hell have you been?” Eddie snapped perhaps a little harsher than he meant to judging by the quick backstep Dustin did.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! But you gotta come quick! It’s Y/N!” Dustin said, eyes wide as dinner plates.

Eddie’s blood ran cold.

He knew something was up when he hadn’t seen her all week.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong? Is she hurt? Where is she, man?!” he said, all but lifting Dustin off the ground as he grabbed his shirt.

Eddie, despite being a lovable goofball about seventy five percent of the time , was actually quite strong and it took almost everyone who actually knew him by surprise whenever it came out of him.

“I’ll tell you on the way.” Dustin said. “Let’s just go!”

Dustin was sure Eddie broke every single traffic law there was on the way there and nearly took out another car as he skidded to a halt in the parking lot.

He didn’t even close the door as he blasted out of the car and took off running towards that familiar jacket.

Y/N had barely registered who’d turned her around before Eddie wound his arms around that plump cushy body of hers…. and seared their lips together.

Eddie pulled away for a second with intentions of explaining himself and asking questions but he never even got his forehead pressed against hers before she was pressing kisses against his lips again.

Eddie, of course, fell right into said kisses because HELLO, his dream girl was kissing him.

“Ugh, guys, gross. Come on.” Dustin said once he had shut the door that Eddie left open and finally caught up.

Eddie opened one eye and then somehow seemingly narrowed it as well at the teen currently grinning at him.

“Listen, Henderson.” he said between kisses. “You made me think.” *kiss* “That she was seriously injured.” *kiss* “And I nearly killed us both.” *kiss* “to get here and now-”

He broke away from her kisses but didn’t go far.

Eddie chuckled a bit to himself at the situation before he looked into her eyes, “Honey, as much as I am loving this sudden attention from you, and trust me, I am. Oh, how I am.”

He all but moaned when she grabbed him by the jacket to bring him in for more kisses, “Babygirl, I definitely, definitely, definitely want to continue this but I’m gonna need some answers here and Henderson’s gonna need an ass kicking.”

Y/N smacked her lips together, tasting Eddie’s cigarettes and those little cinnamon candies he’d been eating lately on her tongue.

He nearly fainted at the sight of her tasting him on her lips… and clearly liking it.

“Dustin, what did you tell him?” she said, tilting her head and cocking that wide hip of hers out.

Eddie bit his lip watching her do it… because man, could she do it and damn, did she do it well.

He fidgeted, “Well, uh, you see, he might not have… and we kinda forgot to tell him that-”

Y/N let loose a long suffering sigh, the dropping of her shoulders causing her jacket to slip and expose her skin.

Eddie, ever the opportunist, swept in to place a kiss there before covering her back up again.

She gave him one of those sweet Y/N smiles, he flushed like a tomato and she smirked to herself before turning her gaze back to Dustin.

“You forgot to tell him about the change of location?”

“Yep.”

“And you panicked at the last minute?”

“Uh huh.”

“So he sat there thinking everyone ditched him?”

“...Yeah.”

“And you decided to tell him what exactly to make him roleplay as a NASCAR driver?”

“... well, I mean…”

“Dustin. I’ll not be asking again. But I will tell you that there dungeons and dragons themed christmas treats in there and the grand finale is a gingerbread dragon and if you don’t tell me the truth within the next three seconds then-”

“I told him you were jumped and bleeding in an alleyway and the paramedics said you only had an hour to live!” he erupted.

She blinked.

Hard.

Very hard.

Then she arched a brow at Eddie.

“And you believed him?”

“I didn’t ask anymore questions after he said you were in trouble. I just got in the van.” he admitted, not meeting her eyes and suddenly finding the pavement very, very interesting.

Y/N smiled and tugged Eddie closer by his shirt again to press another kiss to his lips…. that tugged up into a smile.

“Well, this was not how I envisioned this night going nor was it how I envisioned us revealing our feelings to one another. However, I will definitely take it. My knight in shining armor.” she smiled… and Eddie nearly turned to goo at the sight.

“Eddie, sweetheart, you haven’t seen me much this week because I was planning a holiday D&D party for the last one before Christmas break. I told Dustin to tell you this Saturday. New location. I was handling food because the restaurant where I work at? Well, the owners had a family emergency. They had to go back to their home country two weeks early. They’ll be gone for a month. The food would’ve spoiled. So I thought….”

This time it was Eddie pulling her in for another kiss, “I love you.”

She blinked at him in surprise.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Too soon! I’m sorry!” he panicked.

But she just pulled him in for another kiss, “I love you too, Eddie. Now come on, I have literally made you a gingerbread dragon, D&D themed Christmas food and there is an unspeakable amount of Italian food in there that must be eaten tonight. And everyone has to take home leftovers because I already took an unholy amount of spaghetti to the homeless shelter. And I’ve already fixed Uncle Wayne a plate.”

“Merry Fucking Christmas to me!” he cheered and squeezed the squishy woman in his arms. “And thank you for this. For everything, you know.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.” she smiled and Eddie all but fell to his knees at the term. “Thanks for the kisses by the way. Definitely made my night.”

“Oh, I come with a steady supply of those, babe. All at the low, low price of… be my girl?” he asked hopefully.

His cheeks were pink and those dark eyes looked like he was almost scared she might say no.

As if.

“Be your girl?” she pondered comically. “I’ll be your girl but you gotta be my most favorite boy in the whole world.”

Eddie’s grin was massive.

The big grin that crinkled his face and made his eyes sparkle and Y/N swooned just looking at that beautiful boy.

She thanked whoever was responsible for making the both of them for leading them to one another.

“And no one thanks me? I got him here!” Dustin said, effectively ruining the moment.

“After you nearly gave him a heart attack and made him sit there all alone when I told you to tell him nearly a week ago!” Y/N chastised. “I bet he sat there with his heart broken thinking we all left him!”

“Yeah, I did.” Eddie pouted.

The little shit was fine (better than fine actually) but he was definitely gonna milk this because he knew Y/N and he knew how she doted.

He was definitely getting a piece of that action especially with his new title in her life.

“Aw, my poor baby. Come on. Let’s fix you a plate and have a little cuddle.” she said, coddling him.

Dustin shook his head and rolled his eyes but his mouth dropped when Eddie gave him that mischievous grin over his shoulder.

The little shit.

…….

…..

Hello, loves! I hope you enjoy this holiday content!

Hope ya’ll are having a great day!

Love you.

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meiiuka · 1 year ago

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Hi!! I'd like to request a oneshot (hurt-comfort) where Kokichi lies about something really serious and when and when the reader, (who is usually very calm and patient), realizes it was just a prank they gets really mad and upsed, I hope it's ok!

thank you for the idea anon! i hope you kokichi simps enjoy

kokichi ouma hurt-to-comfort as his s/o — oneshot:

category: one shot, hurt-to-comfort, fluff synopsis: you think you’ve caught your boyfriend kokichi ouma in a devastating lie. turns out, it was just a prank, but this still doesn't sit well with you. how could he lie about something so serious?

you watched kokichi scroll through his phone on the couch beside you, casually flipping past various apps as part of his routine. it wasn't until you saw him texting someone else that your eyes couldn't help but veer towards his screen. you didn't want to come off as too overbearing or possessive, but it was becoming hard to shrug off. you had front row seats to the ongoing message exchange between kokichi and this unfamiliar person. it probably wouldn't have been that big of a deal on a normal occasion, but something inside of you told you to worry.

you felt your heart thump loudly against your ribcage as your gaze darted away from the screen. was it right to be this concerned? you bit your tongue and took a quick peek at what the messages said.

the first one at the top was from the other person: "i miss you, my love” a wave of shock crashed over you before you could fully process anything, but your eyes kept going. the message right below it was somehow even worse.

"when are you going to come back to me and stop hanging out with that dumb bitch y/n?"

your eyes filled with horror. you couldn't help trembling at the words on your boyfriend’s screen.

kokichi quickly swiveled his head towards you with the audacity to have a huge smirk on his face. he was already in the process of responding with a heart at the end of his message but your eyes were too glossy with tears to read any of the words attached to the message.

your hurt feelings spilled out before you could control them. "kokichi, how could you do this? i thought i could actually trust you, but you betrayed me. how long have you been talking to someone else?!" you tried to stay firm in your anger but it morphed into crushing sadness.

"woah, let me explain…” his voice immediately dripped with regret as he rushed to hold your face with both of his hands, but you batted them away from you. "please... you've already hurt me enough. why are you doing this? i'm leaving."

you held your tears in your throat as you got up from the couch and headed towards the door.

“WAIT y/n it was just a prank! i’m not talking to anyone else!” his breath quickened as he chased you, "i'm... so sorry. i took it too far didn’t i? i just thought the look on your face would be hilarious if..." his voice trailed off. it hit him that there wasn't any justification for his thoughtless prank.

as you turned the handle to leave, kokichi’s panicked voice rang closely behind you, desperately pleading for your attention. you turned to face him, hot tears starting to scrape your cheeks. “you thought my pain would be funny?” your voice cracked in disbelief. “that’s not something you play around with, kokichi. how the hell would this ever be funny?”

his big sad eyes were genuinely remorseful. he took a step closer to reach his hand out to you. “i know. i’m really sorry. i didn’t think any of it through like i should’ve. you might not believe me, but never meant to hurt you like this..” his voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “i knew you’d see my phone screen if we were sitting together on the couch. that’s why like an idiot, i thought it’d be funny i’d pretend i was talking to another person…” meanwhile you felt torn between your pain and the softer side of kokichi that you knew existed. “it’s just that… i don’t understand why you would do this,” you cried, trying to control your emotions.

he took a deep breath as he struggled to put his regret into words. “i know i’m not always the best at telling you how i feel, but i do care about you. i want to make you laugh, not cry. so please let me make it up to you…” his words were starting to pull your defensive walls down but the hurt was still fresh. “how will i know you won’t pull another hurtful prank again?” you asked, your tone cautious yet still yearning for reassurance.

kokichi took your hand gently, his tone soft and comforting. “no more thoughtless pranks. i swear… if i do it again you can kick me but, i know you won’t have to.” he chuckled a little as he spoke but his regret was still evident.

“ok,” you whispered, “but you have to show me that you mean it. and let me see the messages, because part of me is still afraid it was a real person.” kokichi nodded, handing you his phone the moment you asked. he lightly squeezed your hand. “i won’t mess up like this again. i’ll be there for you in the way you’ve always deserved.”

relief washed over you as this mystery person tuned out to be kokichi’s own number. this prank was stupid, you thought to yourself, shaking your head slightly. “i see it now,” you sighed with a quivering voice. “i’m sorry i got so upset. i know you were just trying to be funny but this just got to me for some reason.”

kokichi rushed to interrupt you. “no! don’t be sorry for anything right now, y/n. i’m dumb for not thinking before acting.” he buried his face in his hands. “sitting here doing nothing isn’t gonna help me, so i’ll do what i can now to help you. because that’s what matters most to me.”

you could feel the weight of your pain starting to dissolve. his arms opened for a hug as he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. your tears fell against his shoulder as you cried. he rubbed your back and held you for a moment as you savored the feeling. you felt vulnerable having him hold you so closely but it soothed the ache you had in your chest.

“i promise, love,” he whispered against your ear, “i will never do anything like this again. it hurts me to see you cry like this, especially knowing i’m the one who caused it.” you relaxed in his embrace. he pulled away to look at you, hands perched above your shoulders as he spoke. “how about i treat you to dinner? i know it won’t fix anything but i want to show you i care somehow.”

you laughed at his effort. “okay babe,” you replied, “let me go get ready and i’ll be right down.”

“i love you, y/n,” he murmured softly, pulling you in before planting a kiss against your lips. “let me make it up to you”

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plaindangan · 4 months ago

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in a comedic, lighthearted, but not without some sexy tension and dirty words : Over the span of 6 month, each month kaede gets NOTICEABLY thiccer, turning into a mega milf version of herself barely 4 month in. We follow maki in a 6 part reaction (1 part per month) as she sees the slow but STEADY and large progression of kaede into a sexy mega thicc pornstar sized cutie (and of course each single month maki gets more and more jelly)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

January

“I was told to keep a journal entry of my time in Hope’s Peak Academy recently, though, quite frankly I find it a waste of time. But, Hope’s Peak wants me to keep a written record of my monthly time here so I’m forced to go through with this. Honestly, though, I don’t see the point. It’s not like I expect much will happen here that it needs documentation. I guess I can talk about the people here…but, really there’s only one that kinda, sorta, catches my eye and isn’t God annoying.”

“Kaede Akamatsu? That pianist girl…she’s not as annoying as the rest, and even kind of…tch. Why the Hell am I writing that down for you?! Look, here’s a pic of her. Just a regular blonde girl. That’s all, nothing more, nothing less. For what it’s worth, she’s pretty okay in my books. Just wants to help about the class, leaves me alone, isn’t trying to annoy me to death. At the very least, I can work with her.”

“...And don’t ask why I have a picture of her, alright?!!!”

February

“...Okay, I kind of take back my ‘regular blonde girl’ comment. Kind of. Sort of. Honestly, I think I might need my eyes checked a bit. Because over the course of this month…I swear something’s up with her body? It’s nothing too strange, but, she’s…bigger. I guess that’s the word I can describe her?”

“Look, here’s a picture of her.”

The picture itself was of Kaede sitting on her desk and seemingly talking with someone. Compared to how Kaede looked before, the most obvious difference was that her boobs had significant increase from expected to ‘how the heck did Kaede’s shirt and vest fit them’? It was if someone stuffed balloons into them, and it wasn’t helpng that her skirt was a tad shorter too. Giving you even more of a look at her fluffed up thighs~

“Perhaps, she’s just an even later bloomer than expected? I mean, it’s really nothing that special. She’s still the same Kaede as before. Annoyingly peppy and trying to help others out. Though…can’t help but feel she’s also a bit…dimmer now? Probably just my imagination.”

March

“Okay, so it’s not my imagination and she really isn’t a regular girl, because how the fuck do you explain this?!!

In this, Kaede was leaning against a hallway wall - without a care in the world. In this photo, Kaede looks as if she said ‘screw that’ to a few things. One, she was no longer wearing her sweater vest, instead option to just rock the dress shirt full time. The problem that entailed came with how it was very obvious her boobs couldn’t be contained by it. Similarly to Akane, a lot of her cleavage was showing, but in contrast to the gymnast, Kaede’s tie was slipped between her boobs and, aside from the button holding her boobs in place, Kaede had left the rest of her buttons undone to show off her chubby belly in the shot. Skirt wise, while it didn’t get any shorter, Kaede was now clearly wearing a pink thong and was rocking it unashamedly. You also can’t help but notice that her lips were now glossy pink and she had a fake, pink, butterfly on her cheek as well.

“What the Hell is going on? She’s so…flashy now. How the Hell and why the Hell does she grow this much and not…? Ugh!!! Is there a scheme in place?! Maybe…maybe I have to go looking around. This isn’t normal. Nowadays, she’s acting almost like a kinder, if sluttier, version of Miu. I see her take so many guys and girls into side rooms now that it seems like a miracle if she ever comes to class. Then again, suppose with that body now, people she could always fuck her way to straight A’s now.”

April

“Update - I’m currently at my wit’s end. I’ve been studying and looking out for any signs of who or what could be affecting Kaede and haven’t found much of anything! What could be the reason she’s like this? Wha could have transformed her so thoroughly each month? Here’s how she looks now...”

For this photo, Kaede was standing at the side in a classroom or the other, eyes downward (probably captivated by some cock or the other). At this point in time, Kaede pretty much ditched the dress shirt and tie. Replacing it was a bright pink crop top that…honestly, wasn’t doing much to ever really conceal the jumbo sized milkers. But, at this point, you doubted she cared, especially considering half of her nipples were practically showing out. Trailing downwards, you’d see that Kaede now had a belly button piercing and a star right above it. To compliment it, or simply because she wanted a switch up, she was wearing magenta booty shorts that still kept the thong peaking. Given how Maki took this angle from the side, you would now be able to see the shelf of an ass that Kaede was carrying and how little those shorts were covering it up. Looking up top, Kaede still rocked the glossy lips, but now had heart-shaped sunglasses on top of her head, in addition to a heart-shaped tattoo being on her left cheek now.

“As for demeanor, yeah at this point she’s pretty much what you think a blonde bimbo would be like. She’s giggly, kinda shallow, doubt she has much brain cells in use - and really fucking horny. She’s gave up any attempts at trying to be subtle. Now, she just walks up to whatever person she wants, kisses them on the lips and practically fucks them wherever they’re at. Hallways, buses, outside in the park. I’m sure she’s done it everywhere on campus. That stupid sexy, whor-fucking Hell. Scratch the sexy part, damn it!!”

May

“Got hopeful news and annoying news. Because, fuck you, I’m giving the annoying news first. That’s what you get for reading this far.”

“Annoying news first is that Kaede’s body and demeanor is still growing…and I think it’s catching on somehow? First, bodywise, she nows looks like this:”

For this pic, Kaede was outside, waving and strutting down a sidewalk - with sheer confidence exuding from her. It seems as if Kaede had reached her final form. The first thing that would jump out at you is the fact she had gotten quite the tan, with her skin being quite the shade of brown. Encompassing such skin is the thinnest of things that can qualify as clothing: Pasties and a thong. Sure, there were other minor accessories she was wearing like a gold necklaces, bracelets, and hoop earrings, but when it comes to the major stuff that covered her completely? Yeah, no.

The pasties were heart shaped, being plastered haphazardly over each nipple. It was sloppy, but at this point, one couldn’t blame Kaede for the change. By now her boobs were so big, not only where they easily dwarfing her head, one could likely fit several other people’s heads between them with ease. On her boobs, ‘PIANO’ and ‘SLUT’ were tattooed on the left and right respectively. Of course, her boobs weren’t the only thing that could be taken note of. On the thong front, it was sinking deep withing a giant meteor of an ass, and from the angle Maki took it, you could also see that running down the side of her right cheek to her right thigh was a stream of music notes. Still cared about her passion even as it’s clear it’s taking a back seat to a more ‘lewd’ interest.

“Seriously, why the Hell does she get to look like this?! I…I clearly don’t want to look like that either, it’s just…anyways. You see what she looks like right now, but that kinda pales to what she’s doing. At this point, she’s now doing 18+ lives streams that I know makes her big bucks given how much I can overhear her catty mouth at night, moaning. Got everyone looking at her now, and…looking up to her? More girls at the academy are trying to emulate her…and a lot of them are looking like her. Even stuffy types like Kirumi or high-class girls like Sonia? They’re looking and acting more like her…?”

“...Which leads to the good news, I think I might have found a lead to the source? Apparently, it’s connected to some new drug or the other by a ‘Ms. Zetsubo” chick or something? I need more information, but, hopefully, by next entry, I’ll have something that’s worthwhile…”

June

There’s only one sentence and a photo for this entry.

“SORRY! SORRY! LOL LAST POST OR SUM SHIT! HEAD IN 2 BEACH WITH THE BITCHES THIS SUMMER!! BAAAAAAAII~ XOXO!!”

Attached to the photo was a photo:

The scene seemed to be a hotel room, and in it were two people. Both naked, though with one In the back ground a Maki with lipstick running all over her body, a lovesick smile on her face and eyes lit up in elation. Hm? Was it just you or did her boobs seem bigger as well? Well, perhaps that can be examined some other time as the main focus in the shot was a naked Kaede.

Giving you a wink and kissy face, alongside the V-sign?

#DRakamatsu-R18 #DRharukawa-R18

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yourbravestpigeon · 1 month ago

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Grandpa AU - 2024

Kostchei took a deep breath and sighed, dialing the last number.

“Hello?”

“It’s me”, he said, counting on Alberich to recognize his voice even through the tinny phone line. “Are you home right now?”

“Of course I’m home, I answered the phone you twat”, Alberich said. “What do you want?”

“I lost my keys. Well actually, I lost my coat with my keys and my wallet and I’m kind of cold.”

“Shit night”, Alberich commented. “How the hell did you lose your coat?”

“I was in a bar.”

“Really? You, the misanthrope?”

“It was- listen, I don’t have a lot of change on me for the phone box. Can I crash on your couch tonight?” It was a humiliating, infuriating thing to ask, and Kostchei had severely weighed the pros and cons of maybe just spending the night driving around on public transports or on the floor of a train station. When he’d been younger he would have done it, no hesitation, but with his joints already aching from the cold and his back feeling stiff on a good day, he’d reluctantly called the number thankfully still listed in phone books.

“I guess.”

Can you pick me up, Kostchei wanted to ask, but his pride wouldn’t let him. His time ran out with a click at that moment, too, rendering the point moot. He stared at the receiver for a moment. He just hoped Margaret wouldn’t resent him for it.

Kostchei hunched his shoulders against the freezing cold and started the twenty-minute walk to Alberich’s apartment. He’d been at his front door once, years and years ago, planning to ring the doorbell and smack him in the face when he’d open up, but Coppelia had convinced him it would just worsen Kostchei’s standing. This time he did ring and was buzzed through the intercom, walking up flights of stairs till he spotted the ridiculous name on a bell.

Much as he hated to admit it, Alberich did have a nice apartment. It was surprisingly big and high ceilinged for someone who hadn’t bought new tshirts in the thirty years he’d known him, and things started to make sense when Alberich showed him into the living room. There was a couch and a turned on TV, but other than that it was mostly endless amounts of bookshelves, all made of the same nice wood and in excellent condition. Some simply lined the walls but others were placed at jarring angles, the placement and different heights creating a cityscape of reading material in the large room. Two more areas branched off it, frames freed of the doors they probably once held, and on the other side he could see more overflowing shelves, containing everything from crummy paperbacks to gleaming leather volumes. To his left, a grandfather clock was ticking loudly.

Kostchei wasn’t sure where the man slept, but Alberich had effectively built a small library out of the apartment.

He refused to give him the gratification of gazing around, only focusing on what was directly in front of them, in the center of the living room, or main room, or whatever Alberich might call it in this realm of his. The couch looked threadbare, but it didn’t matter because a whole block of coffee-table books had been stacked waist-high against its back, hundreds of pounds worth of glossy covers showing where the money had ended up instead. There was a coffee table to go with the books, too, boxes of magazines visible beneath the glass tabletop. A couple children coloring books were resting on top of it, which explained all the red crayon smeared on one side of the couch.

Next to it he spotted a familiar looking armchair, a sight that twisted his stomach even more than the traces of a child in this apartment. Just like right now he’d seen him take a seat in it before, in a different apartment and a different time. Alberich folded his legs. Like countless times before…

“Make yourself at home”, he offered, as if they weren’t both wishing each other the worst every time they met.

“For the record”, Kostchei stated, “I’m here because everyone else I know is out of town for the holidays.”

“I’m just delighted you lost your wallet.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch, I assume? Or is that your bed?” He picked up one of the pillows. Like everything in the household that wasn’t book related, it was dingy and old.

“I do have a bedroom”, Alberich said, nodding in the direction of the hallway. Kostchei must have missed the door when he’d entered, being busy with the glaring wrongness of setting foot over his threshold. So a three bedroom apartment. Even for something in the outskirts of London the rent couldn’t be pretty.

“I can see why you need to eat all your meals in the university cafeteria now.”

“It’s worth it”, Alberich shrugged.

Kostchei finally sat down, making a point of not settling too comfortably. He glanced out one of the windows: you could climb onto the fire escape from one of them, and he could make out a rain-filled ashtray on the outer windowsill.

“Just pretend I’m not there”, he ordered, realizing he didn’t have his paperback with him anymore (coat pocket), but too proud to pick up one of the many books in his reach. Only now that he’d processed most of the visual impressions his brain registered the hum of background noise: Opposite of him, a movie was running at a low volume on the TV while another voice babbled from the radio sitting in a corner. The crossing noises created an environment of overstimulation that didn’t surprise Kostchei, who’d always maintained that Alberich wasn’t brilliant but simply insane. His host mercifully turned off the TV, lowering the sound sources to one if you didn’t count the nerve-racking ticking of the clock.

“Mind if I keep the radio on?”, he asked, rhetorically Kostchei could only assume. It was a report on some Puccini piece, and he wanted to throw up.

“I don’t mind.”

“Do you want a glass of water?”

“No.”

“Did you have a lot to drink?”

“Not at all.”

“Really? Then why’d you go to a bar on the 25th?”

“Are you starved for human interaction or why the incessant small talk?”, Kostchei finally snapped. Alberich smiled that cocky smile he hated.

“Does my apartment look like I have a lot of visitors over?”

“It looks like you’re trying too hard.”

It didn’t really; it looked like he’d known him all these years, as if someone had torn him open and rubbed his insides all over the walls of the apartment until they’d been absorbed by the mortar.

“Life is all about self-definition”, Alberich commented. He was speaking earnestly, spiteful smile receding behind those bottomless eyes for a minute. “You can make yourself into anything. You just have to be smart enough to know how.”

“And ruthless enough.”

“That does help, yes.”

The regular no-shits-given Alberich was back, or maybe the sincere existentialist who’d just come out was the baseline version and the derisive one just the way the fucker amused himself. Kostchei didn’t know which face he hated more. Whatever self-definition Alberich did in private, Kostchei wanted to knock the man’s head through the glass table and leave a fake suicide note in red kiddy crayon.

“I’ll leave first thing tomorrow”, he declared and laid down on the couch to pretend he was asleep for the rest of the evening. Alberich turned off the light at some point but kept sitting in the armchair listening to his dumb radio transmission, only quietly vanishing into his bedroom when the last notes of Puccini had rung out.

#the invisible library #grandpa au #alberich #kostchei #Alberich can have one nice thing and it's not his last name

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st4rwon · 2 years ago

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congrats for 300 followers !! <33 i'm so excited for you <33

and as a song request i wanted to suggest "deja vu" by olivia rodrigo with chan !! <3

deja vu

bang chan x reader

300 follower event!

contains: angst, tbh plot is kinda bad TT

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a thousand thoughts crossed your mind at once, who was this new girl? why was chan with her? but the question you wanted to know most was why he was reusing all the moments you shared together with this new girl. it bothered you. all these stupid posts of special moments with his new girlfriend but you had done the same things with him first.

chan didn’t know exactly where he went wrong, but he knew very well that it happened somewhere between his breakup with you and getting with someone else. though his heart never did stop loving you, but he couldn’t help but feel like a terrible person every time he had gotten home and seen the distressed look on your face due to the fact you had stayed up for him. he felt guilty that he spent hours a day at work and only a couple with you, hell half the time he was with you the two of you were asleep. so he broke up with you, you deserved better. when trying to ease the pain in his heart he ended up with someone new. she had only served as a replacement, he would do all the same things he did with you in hope that he would be able to feel all the same emotions he felt when he was with you, but he couldn’t…because he wasn’t with you. the long drives with music blaring were boring, the strawberry ice cream he ate was suddenly not appetizing, switching jackets with each other wasn’t something he found fun anymore, unless it was with you.

he knew he had to do something about it, because chan didn’t want to hurt anyone, not you, not him, and not the girl he was with. so he did what he felt was right, he broke up with the girl, who was surprisingly kind about the situation, she herself hadn’t felt a true connection with chan and was going to break up with him. he was glad he was on good terms with her and they went their separate ways. now he needed to figure out a way to make up with you. as he reached out to text you, he felt his heart ache. chan knew that it was wrong of him to do this, it was selfish, after all he was the one to break up with you. but he also couldn’t suffer like this anymore. he decided to put the decision in your hands.

you don’t know why you decided to let chan come, maybe it was the fact that you still loved him, you knew that there was nothing he could do to make you hate him. even though he had just left you, no real reason towards it, you still couldn’t hate him for it. the rapid knocks on your door snapped you out of your thoughts, you got up and hesitantly opened the door.

“hi..” chan said, though it came out more like a mumble. “hey, come in” you replied, eyes staring down at the floor. you refused to look at him because you knew that you would start crying if you did. “so…how’s it been?” he said trying to get some sort of reaction out of you. “let’s just get straight to the point” you stated. it hurt him to see you like this, not wanting to do with him at all, but if that’s what you wanted, that’s what he would have to live with. “i broke up with you because i felt like i wasn’t good enough…i never treated you right, i was always too busy with work or too exhausted to go places, and you don’t deserve that” the room was filled with silence for a moment, “that’s my decision to make though. i get to choose if you’re not good enough for me.” “i’m sorry.” “that still doesn’t explain it…why did you go out with someone else…if you still loved me?” you were scared for the response that would come from chan, you body shaking “because i thought if i copied what i did with you with someone else then maybe i would be able to feel the same way i did. when we did it together. but i didn’t, and it was dumb of me to think i could experience love with anyone that’s not you.” you looked up at him, his eyes as glossy as yours, “if you want to never see me again i get it” “i think that’s what’s gonna have to happen. i just don’t think we can have a healthy relationship after this, i’m sorry” “you shouldn’t be this is my fault anyway. i’ll go now” and with that he was gone.

a/n: thank you moon! didn’t know if you wanted fluff or angst so just went with both TT, i sorta kinda hate this bc the plot isn’t very realistic but i’ll pretend it makes sense <3

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tiny-wooden-robot-fics · 8 months ago

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Against the Tide - Eleven

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Previous Chapter: Ten | Next Chapter: Twelve

Summary:

She thinks of Silvio again, and words that he's said to her. "Even so, why would you want that? War is hell. And Vora going to war means using up the resources that you deem so precious. Lives would be lost - the lives of your friends, maybe your family, people you cherish. If you claim to love Vora so much, why would you want to put it through that kind of hell again?"

"I don't," Barnes answers. "Ideally we'd get what we want without ever having to take up arms. But if war is the only way to gain our independence, then it's a necessary sacrifice."

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Silvio stands there for a long time after they’ve left, staring at the ugly, scarred wood of the inn room door. He feels hollow and numb, like a fruit that’s been scooped of all its meat and is just an empty skin.

That isn’t what this is and you know it. Neither of us were thinking clearly. And maybe… Maybe this was the interruption we needed to cool down.

The words keep running through his mind over and over again. The sound of her voice permeates his ears, jams his head full of emotion like the stuffing in a chair. He tries to shut it out, but even covering his ears and closing his eyes doesn’t work.

He doesn’t want to think about the way she left his room the previous evening. The way she’d refused to look at him but he’d seen them anyway - her brown eyes hurt and glossy with tears.

You wanna leave… leave.

He’d driven her away.

And not just into the arms of another man - a man he despised - but possibly into something or someone dangerous… something that might have hurt her.

Or worse.

He kicks at the table in the room hard enough to knock it over with a crash.

“What do we do now?” Daisy asks, when the two of them are back inside the tavern.

“We can start by askin’ around,” Grimmjow answers. “See if anybody saw her after we did last night.” He looks down at her. “Sorry for scarin’ ya back there,” he adds quietly. “Don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t have to apologize on my account,” Daisy expresses. She takes a deep breath. “I think you both… are upset. I think I understand why you would be,” she adds, with a shaky smile. “I’m only happy I was there to try to intervene before things got worse.”

“I woulda killed him if you hadn’t been there,” Grimmjow mutters. “Felt like I wanted to, anyway.”

Daisy looks back at him, prepared to laugh. When she realizes there is no mirth whatsoever in his expression, her laughter dies in her throat. “Why do you hate him so much, Captain?”

Her question seems to take him by surprise. “Why?” He repeats it. “Because he walks around thinkin’ he’s better’n the rest of us. He talks bad about men like me for makin’ a livin’ the best way we know how just because he was born with a goddamned silver spoon in his mouth.” Grimmjow kicks the tip of his boot at the floorboard, aggravated. “Uses his money to get whatever the hell he wants, like he can just pay the whole world to do his biddin’. Like to see how well he’d do without his daddy’s money.”

She absorbs his words. “I don’t know Prince Silvio very well,” she confesses. “I was only newly brought to the palace before this trip. You see, I was training to be the Queen’s lady’s maid to take over for my mother.”

“I dunno what any of that means,” Grimmjow laughs.

This time, she laughs too. “It just means I spent more time with the Queen than the Crown Prince,” she explains. “So I don’t know if everything you’ve said about him is true. I do know that Lady Olivia wouldn’t want the two of you to fight,” she continues. “She’d probably be very angry with you both if she knew you wanted to do each other harm.”

He mulls over this for a moment. “Yeah,” he says finally. “Yeah, you’re right. She would.”

“What can I get you?” The girl is as cheerful as ever when she asks.

“Sit down,” Silvio says.

Confusion fills her features. “Apologies, my lord, but---”

“Sit down,” he says again, a hard edge in his voice. He looks up at her, his blue eyes icy. “Don’t make me say it again.”

The barmaid does as she’s told, looking around only once before settling herself across the table from him. One glance at his face and she understands exactly why he’s told her to sit.

“Where is Jarron Barnes?” Silvio asks.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Silvio peers closely at her. He leans forward. “Do you want to do this the easy way, or do you want to find out what the hard way is?”

Her gaze shifts away from him, her mouth turned down in a frown. “By now my lord, I’m sure he must be nearly a day’s journey away.”

“Going where?”

“I don’t know,” she answers quickly.

He wants to grab her by her shoulders and shake her until the information she’s withholding falls out of her head. Instead, he reaches into his cloak and pulls out a pouch. Her gaze follows his hands as he sets the pouch on the table with a heavy metallic clink.

The girl’s eyes widen. She’s almost drooling.

“So you are a greedy little rat,” Silvio hisses angrily. “How much did you sell her for, huh?”

“My lord, I swear I didn’t---”

“Cut the shit,” he snaps. He hasn’t raised his voice, but the dangerous edge to it shuts her up immediately. “How much?”

“A week’s wages,” she admits guiltily.

Incredulously, he stares at her. “I should break your fucking jaw for that,” he mutters. “You trade information to a man who spends his time robbing some of the wealthiest merchant ships in the Yarmouth waters and all you ask for is a week’s wages?”

The girl looks to be on the verge of tears.

“What’s in this pouch could easily cover a month’s wages for you,” Silvio goes on. She reaches for the aforementioned pouch, and he rudely slaps her hand away. “You’re going to tell me exactly where Jarron Barnes is heading and what he plans to do with Olivia once he gets there. Do you understand me?”

“My lord---”

“What I asked you,” he cuts her off, “doesn’t involve any answer other than you nodding your head. You can even say, ‘yes, my lord.’ Do you. Understand. Me?”

She nods. “Yes, my lord.”

“Good.” He sits back in his chair. “Now start talking.”

His ship is fast.

As fast as the Hellcat, she would reckon - if not faster. She wonders if he’s stolen it from someone else. If it is merely a spoil of his endeavors.

She would ask him, but the fabric that’s been jammed between her teeth is still there. It keeps her from talking at all.

“What’s it like to have two very different men lusting after you?”

She glares up at him.

“Oh, that look is scary,” he laughs. “I wonder what you would be saying right now if you could talk.”

Why don’t you undo this gag and find out? Olivia wishes she could telegraph that thought to him. Her arms and legs are still bound as well, and she’s been tossed into an ungraceful heap in one corner of the deck.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll both be coming after you soon,” Jarron Barnes offers. “That is,” he adds thoughtfully, “if they don’t kill each other first.” He kneels down so that he’s at eye level with her. “If I undo this gag, are you gonna be nice?”

Olivia simply stares at him.

“I don’t think you will, but I’m gonna undo it anyway.” He reaches behind her head, untying the knot and pulling the fabric away from her mouth.

Her mouth is dry. She swallows and opens it to speak. “Why is it that I’m the one tied up like a criminal, when we both know who the real criminal here is?”

He looks back at her shrewdly. “One of my guys has a broken nose because of you. And I suspect you would have done much worse if the freedom to use your arms and legs hadn’t been taken away from you fairly quickly.”

“That’s what happens when I get attacked,” Olivia spits. “I will fight back.”

“So I’ve noticed.” He leans back, studying her. “I can see why the pirate would like you - you’re scrappy. The Prince, I’m not so sure about. What have you got on him that makes him so taken with you?”

She ignores his question. “Why am I here? What could you possibly want with me?”

“You’re a lure, of course,” he replies. “I don’t care about the pirate - I have no quarrel with him - but I heard from some very reliable sources that the Prince has been asking around, looking for me. It seems like his plan once he finds me isn’t one I’d like very much. You’re my assurance that he won’t do anything unnecessarily foolish until I’ve had a chance to speak with him properly.”

His words make Olivia laugh bitterly. “If you think I mean that much to him, you’re sorely mistaken.” She shakes her head. “And what’s your plan once he catches up to you?”

“You assume he’s going to catch up to me at all.”

Olivia shrugs, as best she can with her arms still tied behind her back. “You assume he’s not able to.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that,” he concedes. “After all, the Hellcat has a reputation for being one of the fastest ships in the world. So let’s say those two continue to work together with the goal of getting you back. In the event that they catch up to me, I get what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?”

“Simple,” Barnes shrugs. “Vora’s independence. Our own government, ruled by leaders we choose. Clario stays the hell out of our business and relinquishes its control over our taxes, our trade, our resources… everything.”

Olivia muses over his words. “Do the people really hate living under Clarion rule that much?”

Her question seems to catch him off-guard. “Right,” he says slowly after a moment. “You wouldn’t know anything about life in Vora, because you and the rest of the traitors in your family turned tail and ran from it.” He sneers at her. “Didn’t stick around to watch the fallout and went to live like good little diplomats in Clario.”

“I’m going to forgive the blatant ignorance in your statement,” Olivia starts, “because I’m asking you seriously - does everyone in Vora feel the way you do? Has it really been as bad as you make it sound?”

“Like I said before, what we want is independence. We want to regulate our own trade and taxes and resources.”

“Vora isn’t languishing,” she points out. “I may not have set foot on its soil in twenty years, but it doesn’t mean I don’t keep up with what’s going on there.”

“Has living in Clario dulled your senses?” He asks angrily. “Do you really think it’s fine that your father just rolled over and showed his belly to those… those invaders?”

His words slam into her stomach like a gut punch. “That isn’t fair and you know it,” she protests. “When my father relinquished his position as Prime Minister of Vora, it was because he was trying to put a peaceful end to a war that had been going on for nearly a decade.” She takes a deep breath in an attempt to cool the blood in her veins and keep her emotions from getting the best of her. “You may choose to conveniently leave that part of it out, but I won’t.”

Barnes scoffs. “I remember hearing that the Prime Minister and his family agreed to pick up and leave us all here,” he counters. “And that their oldest daughter was practically being sold off to the Crown Prince of Clario.”

“And yet here I am,” Olivia interjects sarcastically, “noticeably not owned as property of the Crown Prince of Clario.”

He laughs rudely. “Still doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for turning your back on your home.”

“I was a child,” she snaps. “What was I supposed to do? Run away on my own? Hope no one would notice me stowing away on a ship to Vora?”

“You haven’t set foot on the island in twenty years,” he points out with a shrug. “You’re telling me that in all that time, you couldn’t have found your way back?”

His words hurt, more than she’d like to admit. “I made a promise to my father that I wouldn’t,” she says. Even as the words come out of her mouth, she realizes how it must sound to the man in front of her. “My parents are diplomats. If I were to leave Clario and return to Vora, it would look like I wasn’t in support of the arrangement that they gave up so much to make.”

“We can stand here and debate the merits of that all day, and you still won’t change my mind about what you are,” Barnes retorts stubbornly. “And the bottom line is that we wanna rule ourselves. Either you support that, or you don’t.”

“Suppose I don’t. What then?”

He shakes his head. “Then you find yourself on the wrong side of a war.”

“Do all the citizens of Vora feel that way?” Olivia asks.

His hesitation gives him away.

“They don’t,” she surmises. She peers closely at him. “And I can take a pretty good guess as to who you think should step into place as the new leader of Vora.”

He doesn’t answer her, but she doesn’t really need him to. He isn’t very good at masking his emotions… or maybe he doesn’t care to. Either way, Olivia can tell that she’s guessed correctly.

“Let me ask you something,” she starts, shifting to look him in the eye. “What happens to those citizens of Vora who are fine with things the way they’ve been for the past twenty years? What happens to those people who don’t necessarily want you appointed to speak for them?”

“They’ll come around,” he assures her confidently.

“What if they don’t?”

“They will,” he insists. “They’ll see that I’d never turn my back on my home.”

“I’m asking you not to do this,” she implores him. Silvio’s words echo in her head, and she says them aloud. “If Vora goes to war with Clario again, Vora will lose… again .”

“You don’t know that. We’re more prepared than we were last time. I’ve been gathering resources for a long time now. We won’t lose.”

She thinks of Silvio again, and words that he’s said to her. “Even so, why would you want that? War is hell. And Vora going to war means using up the resources that you deem so precious. Lives would be lost - the lives of your friends, maybe your family, people you cherish. If you claim to love Vora so much, why would you want to put it through that kind of hell again?”

“I don’t,” Barnes answers. “Ideally we’d get what we want without ever having to take up arms. But if war is the only way to gain our independence, then it’s a necessary sacrifice.”

Olivia looks back at him dubiously. “I don’t think it’s going to work the way you’re envisioning it.”

“You don’t believe me,” he concludes. “And that’s fine - you don’t have to. Vora isn’t your home anymore, so you don’t have any stake in this fight.”

“That isn’t true, either,” Olivia sighs. “And I’ll say it again: if your plan is to use me as a bargaining chip to get what you want, you may be very disappointed.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he laughs. “I’d wager your prince and the rest of the calvary are making haste after us as we speak.” He stands. “You’re not very good at playing the damsel in distress.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“No,” he admits honestly. “And quite frankly, I wouldn’t have expected any less.”

Daisy is starting to understand why Olivia always looks so put out whenever the Captain and the Prince interact around her.

“We found out the name of the ship Jarron Barnes is sailing in,” she starts, hoping the words will diffuse the tension and keep either man from drawing the steel at their hips. “It’s called the Sea Queen.” She glances up at Grimmjow and he nods. “They say it’s fast.”

“I know that ship,” the Captain adds. “And I sure would like to know what happened to her Captain. He was a tough old bastard.”

“Barnes was waiting for us to arrive so he could take Olivia to Vora with him,” Silvio sighs angrily. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who spread the rumor that he was already back on Vora.”

“So what do we do?” Daisy asks, anxiously wringing her hands.

“We go after him,” Grimmjow replies simply.

“The barmaid says he’s almost a full day’s journey ahead of us.” Silvio looks skeptical. “If his ship is as fast as she’s said, we may not be able to catch up to him.”

“You sellin’ the Hellcat short? Did you forget how fast she can cut up the sea?”

“You have faith in your ship, and that’s wonderful,” Silvio grumbles. “But forgive me if I lack the same confidence in it. Even with a ship as fast as yours, a day’s distance is a hell of a gap to close.”

“So what?” The pirate shrugs. “Even if the Hellcat can’t catch up to him - and that’s a big ‘if’, we know he’s headin’ to Vora. We’ll catch him when he gets there either way.”

“And walk right into an ambush of his choosing?” Silvio actually laughs. “Are you stupid?”

Sky-blue eyes flash with anger. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth, pretty boy.”

“This is me watching my fucking mouth, pirate,” the Prince retorts. “We don’t know what he plans to do with Olivia. He could mean her harm. He may have already hurt her.”

“Listen here.” Grimmjow’s voice is low and dangerous. “Don’t stand here and talk about her like only you care. We all got a personal stake in this.”

“Maybe if you’d acted like you cared about her last night, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“Bring it up one more time,” Grimmjow hisses, “and I’ll cut that tongue of yours out.”

Daisy’s headache is quickly intensifying. “I have something to say.” she murmurs. Her voice is quiet but serious, and both men turn to look at her. “We all have the same goal… to help Lady Olivia out of whatever trouble she’s in.” She inhales deeply. “And I don’t think she would want the two of you to fight. She’d want us all to work together and help her. If you two really want to kill each other,” she adds tiredly, “I cannot stop you. But I also cannot save her on my own. I need your help - both of you. So can we please just… call a truce? A temporary peace treaty?”

Silvio rolls his eyes. “How about we agree to stay out of each other’s way?”

Frustrated, Daisy shakes her head. “But we have to work together,” she protests. “We can’t work together if we’re avoiding each other.” She looks up at Grimmjow pleadingly. “Please.”

He frowns. “Most I can do is promise not to kill him,” he mumbles. “Least not before we find Livvy.”

She looks over at Silvio. He shrugs. “Please shake hands to seal the agreement,” she proposes. Her voice is trembling slightly, but her gaze does not waver as she looks first at one man, and then the other. “On your honor as men.”

Grudgingly they humor her.

It’s Grimmjow who turns away first. “We leave at dawn,” he announces. “Anybody who ain’t on the Hellcat at first light either spends the next two months in Baiz or finds their own way to the next destination.” Without waiting for a response, he stalks out of the tavern.

“Well, that asshole was right about one thing, at least,” Silvio utters under his breath.

Surprised, Daisy turns to look at him. “Right about what?”

“She must’ve rubbed off on you,” is the answer he gives. When she opens her mouth to respond, he beats her to it. “It’s a good thing.” And with that, he turns away too, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

At dawn, she is exactly where she needs to be: on the deck of the Hellcat, watching Grimmjow’s crew file onto it in various stages of fatigue. Daisy feels a little bad for them - what was meant to be a semi-leisurely trek to Vora has turned into an urgent mission. Unaware of their early departure time until late in the evening, many had been forced to cut their merrymaking short.

The Captain himself is as fresh-faced as ever when he comes over to greet her. “Top o’ the mornin’ to you.”

“Good morning,” she smiles up at him. She glances around. “I don’t see Prince Silvio,” she says worriedly. “I hope he doesn’t miss us.”

“Bastard’s already here,” Grimmjow mutters. “In his cabin… he slept on the Hellcat last night.”

“Oh.” His words have surprised her. She giggles a little. “Well I guess he was more ready to go than all of us.”

Grimmjow shrugs. “Wouldn’t’ve known it from the way he chased us outta his room yesterday.”

“I just wish I knew whether or not Lady Olivia is okay,” she sighs, sobering up. “It’s nerve-wracking not to know what’s happening to her.”

“She’ll be fine,” Grimmjow smiles down at her reassuringly. “We’ll get to her soon, and in the meantime, she’s good at holdin’ her own.” His gaze grows steely. “And if he touches a hair on her head, he’ll have hell to pay. I won’t hold back.”

“Captain, are you in love with her?”

He sputters in a rare moment of being completely caught off-guard. “Well shit,” he chuckles. “Guess Livvy’s way of askin’ honest questions is startin’ to rub off on ya too, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, her face flushing. “I know it’s impolite and probably highly inappropriate for me to ask.”

“That mean you don’t wanna know the answer?”

She hesitates. “I only want to know if you want to tell me.”

“Then I’ll keep it to myself. A man’s entitled to his secrets just like a woman is, don’t you think?”

It makes her laugh. “I guess you’re right.” She looks around to make sure no one else is within earshot. “And for what it’s worth, I know she wouldn’t blame you for what happened to her.”

Grimmjow frowns. “And what makes you so sure about that?”

“I don’t know if I can explain it the right way, but I’ll try,” she starts thoughtfully. “Lady Olivia isn’t like that, you know? She wouldn’t blame you for something bad that someone else did to her.”

His blue eyes are on the horizon. “Even if she never woulda been there if she hadn’t been lookin’ after me?”

“Well, it might have happened anywhere,” Daisy points out. “Especially if those men had been watching us the whole time.”

He shrugs. “Dunno if that’s supposed to make me feel better.”

“I’m sure it will when we find her and she tells you herself,” Daisy smiles.

When the knock on her door sounds, Olivia is already awake. “I’m surprised you even bothered to knock,” she mumbles when he opens the door without waiting for an answer. “I didn’t think hostages warranted the privilege of privacy.”

“If that’s the way you want me to treat you,” he shrugs, “that can be arranged.”

“You abducted me, bound my hands and feet and gagged my mouth, then tossed me onto the corner of the ship’s deck all day yesterday so I could suffer from sun and windburn. Forgive me if I’m not jumping for joy at the prospect of being here, bed or not.”

“You’ll get used to life at sea eventually,” he jokes.

“You know good and goddamned well I’m already accustomed to life at sea,” Olivia sighs witheringly. “What I’m not accustomed to is being treated like cargo instead of like a human being.”

“I’d say you’ve been treated at least slightly better than cargo.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “So let’s say your plan goes exactly as you’ve envisioned it - or at least as close as it can get. What will you do then? How will you make Vora better than it already is?”

“Why are you asking? You don’t care.” He looks skeptically at her.

“Of course I do,” she affirms. “Your passion for this is obviously rooted in something you feel very strongly about. And though I’m no true diplomat, I would be casting aside everything I’ve learned from my father if I didn’t ask.”

“Huh,” he says slowly. “You really mean that.” When she nods, he speaks again. “Alright then. Come with me and I’ll tell you.”

“Where are we going?”

The smile he flashes her this time seems to be a genuine one. “I’m hungry, and you must be, too. I’ll tell you my plan over breakfast.”

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negativelegend · 2 years ago

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Another nightmare I had:

There was a box. Silver, metal, smooth, and it had a dial that ranged from easy to hard. Me and my friends found it in an abandoned house. We put the dial to easy. It clicked. On the other side was a button. We pressed it, and we were gone. Sent to a fantasy world where we were tasked to stop some evil and be some heroes and all was fun. We had an adventure. And when we were done, we were sent back to the empty house in the empty room with that metal box. And the shifted ever so slightly.

Of course we kept coming back. Over and over we'd have fun adventures, the five of us. Me, my partner, my friend, his partner, and her friend. But we noticed a sudden shift with our adventure. We pressed the button and we were in a battle-field. All the soldiers lay dead. The sky a deep red. And their corpses started to rise. We panicked. Running to some disheveled tower barely standing. Climbed up it in order to escape. And once at the top, we were sent back to that empty house. The dial read slightly past halfway to hard. And I couldn't turn the dial back.

Some of then kept going in, delusioned by the idea that it couldn't be too much worse. Or enamored with happier memories of adventure. Until the dial reached "hard." And so we all came back to the house in that room to do that final challenge so that no one else stumbled into that room to deal with it themselves. We pressed the button. And my friends were gone. I was alone.

But I wasn't in that house. I saw flashes of a life I had never lived. A family, a home, a job. Then I saw my reflection and I was old. I saw my hands and they were wrinkled. A nurse came to check on me. And the flashes of a life I'd never lived kept flooding, but I couldn't remember the details. The in-between was gone. I screamed because I couldn't tell if these memories were true or not. My mind refused to cooperate. It kept failing me. And I kept crying. My self was gone. My life gone.

And then I was back in that empty house in that empty room. I was my age again. And one other person sat on a chair, fingers laced and a pensive stare. And I didn't know him. He explained to me that he knew of the box. He played with ig before. And he was afraid someone else would find it. He knew what we'd done. And we waited for the others.

It was hours before my partner came back. Appearing out of nothing. And she told me about what happened. Trapped in a life with no agency, no choices her own, her life determined by someone else. A soulless life. Where all her dreams had been given up because she was too afraid to fight against her parents or their expectations. Then I realized our adventure this time was personal. And I don't know what hell was awaiting the other three.

It was weeks. We checked the house every day hoping they'd come back, but nothing. Until I got a call from my friend. He told me they left the box. They were at the empty house. But he sounded different. Defeated. An echo of a person. Regardless, me and my partner ran to the house to see if they were okay.

The door to the house was open. And his head poked from the side of the door-frame. Staring at us. Only his forehead and eyes were visible. I called to him from the sidewalk. Asking if the others were there. He said they were. I asked if he'd come out. He said we should come in. And I knew that wasnt my friend. Something in the box, in his own trial, took him over. To escape the box it used his body. I wasn't willing to find out what it was or why it wanted us in the house. So my partner and I burned the house with them inside. We watched as the flames burned the house to ash.

But through the rubble the box remained. A glossy silver, untouched by the fire. Still the dial was set to "hard." And so we took the box on a boat to the sea, tied it to an anchor and let it fall in the waters. But it brought no solace. For someday, maybe eons from now, someone will find it. And something will get out again.

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miserablekingsteve · 2 years ago

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You’re my kinda lover; Part 1 Steve’s POV 1/1 Part 2 Eddie's POV 1/2

Rating: T Word count: 5k Also read on AO3

“You’re telling me, you’ve never seen Eddie perform??” Robin squawked one day at Steve in Family Video. It was a slow Thursday afternoon in May, the wind howled at the door, which made the bell jingle ominously.

He flicked the magazine he was reading and sighed, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“How? You guys are friends? Aren’t you?” Robin pressed, leaning back against the counter and staring at him for an answer.

He gulped, sitting up straighter in his seat so he could hide his face in the pages of the glossy paper. Sure, he and Eddie were friends, but not that close. Like, they’d gotten high and hung out, but nothing more than superficial cigarette smoking and chatting.

“Look! Not all of us can become everyone’s closeted lesbian best friend. There’s tension, it’s… it’s a lot harder for us,” Steve explained dully, face still hidden from his best friend.

She scoffed at his answer, deep red painted nails pulled the magazine away from his face, “Look, he’s got a show coming up at the end of the month. I dare you to get close enough to have him invite you, because he’s…” She sighed dreamily and her gaze was far away, “Magical.”

“Slow your rocker there, Buckley. Sounds like you’re falling in love with him,” Steve chuckled, knowing that there was no way in hell that would ever happen.

“Yeah, well, you tell me after you see him,” Robin arched an eyebrow at him daringly.

“Fine, I take your damn dare, now would you drop it,” Steve agreed begrudgingly.

“Yes!” Robin yipped, fist pumping the air.

The rest of their shift went just as any regular Thursday would go after that. Some bashful dad brought in his screaming children, they rented Back to the Future and he left them a tip just for dealing with the loud noises. An old lady came and rented some black and white movie Steve didn’t recognise, but Robin was all over. It neared close, and the bell rang once more before they could lock up. Steve turned his head from the elastic he’d been twirling between his finger and the counter.

“Hiya, big boy,” Eddie Munson drawled, leaning over the counter with his hands joined and an enormous grin spread over his lips.

“Hmph,” Steve greeted, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach from the casual return of the metalhead's trademark nickname for him.

“Eddie!” Robin called, joining them in a sliding halt from the back.

“What are we getting tonight?” Eddie asked, curiously searching the back to see if the girl had put a movie aside for them.

“It’s a surprise,” She singsonged, which caused the curly haired man to roll his eyes.

“Well, Steve, are you joining us tonight?” Eddie asked, just as he always did on Thursday’s, it was Robin and Eddie’s movie night and he’d been avoiding going for reasons he’d rather not think about.

“Um,” He was going to decline but then remembered Robin’s dare from earlier, “Yes, I am.”

Eddie’s brows shot up into his bangs, those huge eyes searched Steve’s face for the punchline, which never came.

“Right-o, Steve,” Eddie clapped, rubbing his hands together as if he was concocting a plan, “Hope you like horror movies.”

“How do you know I picked a horror movie?” Robin asked, an incredulous look on her face.

Eddie just grinned before turning around to saunter out, “You always do, Buckley. If I was someone else, I’d think you were trying to snuggle up to me or something.”

“Can it, Munson,” Robin retorted, flipping the metalhead off. Steve just stared at them with his mouth agape, their friendship was—oh how had Robin put it last year? Something about Carinthian. Doesn’t matter. It was an enigma to Steve.

“What did you rent?” Steve asked, eyes still focused on Eddie’s van as the mad man whirled around in the parking lot manically.

“Evil Dead,” Robin produced the VHS from behind her back. Steve took in the cover, no recognition of it passed through his mind, not even maybe seeing it play at a drive thru when he was on a date.

“Cool, I’ve never seen it,” Steve supplied, even though he knew Robin already knew that.

She smiled at him before hopping over the counter to sweep the floors before they had to cash out and lock up. Steve rolled his eyes at her, his head shook with a laugh as he clicked the button on the yellowing till that closed it down for the night.

It took them under an hour to finish everything up and lock the door. The darkened building solemnly wished him and Robin a till next time.

Robin practically skipped over to Steve’s parked BMW, dust and other grime having collected on the sides of her from the day spent there. He hated leaving her parked there all day, preferring to park her on the street, but he was able to keep an eye on the car if she was parked in the lot.

“Come on!” Robin whined, wiggling the handle back and forth as she waited for Steve to unlock the doors.

“I’m coming. Jesus, hold your horses,” He muttered, keys dangling as he pushed the correct one into the lock.

“Alright! To the trailer park!” Robin whooped as she threw herself into his car, not even wiping her shoes before she got in.

“Are we really about to go to the same place that gnarly ass gate opened up, and Eddie almost died, to watch a horror movie?” Steve questioned, shivers ran up his spine as the memories of last year creeped into his mind.

“I mean. At least we don’t have to live there,” Robin joked hesitantly, her gaze drawn outside and she waved goodbye to the store as they pulled out onto the empty downtown street.

“I guess so,” Steve muttered, he pressed his foot on the gas and made the familiar path to Eddie’s home.

Steve parked in the overgrown visitor lot, rusted bikes and old toys tossed in the other spot. The sun had long since set by then and there was hardly any light in the neighborhood, besides the cast of light from people's windows who were making dinner in their homes. He tried not to stare inside of the homes, curiosity getting the best of him. It was interesting when he saw the vastly different ways people lived; cozy and close together, warm lights, dinners cooked with family, watching a movie together.

The feeling of kinship he’d never had at home. It made him jealous. He shook his head and pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his Levi’s.

Robin hopped up the creaking steps that led to Eddie’s front door. Steve stalled, standing a few steps behind his friend. He threw a glance toward Max’s trailer, a small light on in the living room, a soft smile glinted on his cheeks from just knowing that she was alive and okay.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie’s drawling voice interrupted the otherwise quiet park. Steve turned his head back to his destination and felt something catch in his throat. Eddie was leaning in the doorway; the man’s pale biceps exposed by the black muscle tee he was wearing, long black curls fell over his shoulders, glinting in the night showing he must’ve recently had a shower.

“Heya Harrington,” Eddie smirked, one of his canines peaked out from his mouth. Steve felt his stomach flutter with butterflies, he rested his hands on his hips and huffed out a laugh.

“What? Surprised I actually showed up?” Steve arched an eyebrow and flashed his flirt of the year grin at the metalhead. Usually that garnered a flush and bashful duck from the ladies, but not Eddie. Steve would have to try harder.

“Nope! Come on in you two,” Eddie clapped, swirling around and holding the door open for them.

Steve scuffed his shoes off on a worn welcome mat. Eddie was still wearing his white sneakers, so Steve assumed it was safe to keep his own on. Steve let his eyes wander around the living room of the Munson trailer; there was a shelf hanging next to the kitchen all sorts of mugs littered the multiple levels, the overhead light on the oven was on, and the whole place had an aroma tomato soup which was probably coming from the abandoned pot on the stove.

“Popcorn? Beer?” Eddie asked, voice higher than normal with what Steve assumed was excitement.

“I’ll have a beer,” He smiled, leaning against the kitchen’s island. He tried to catch Eddie’s gaze but was out of luck. The man was bouncing around the kitchen, humming to himself as he pulled out a pot.

“Sure, yeah! They’re in the fridge!” Eddie waved toward the fridge, distracted by whatever he was doing on the stove.

Robin, who had been quieter since they’d gotten inside the house, opened the fridge. She handed Steve a beer, grabbing two more for herself and their host.

“What’s he doing?” Robin hissed, handing the beers to Steve to open them. Shrugging as he pulled the bottle opener he had on his keychain.

“What’re you doing?” Steve asked, sidling up next to Eddie and peering over his basically bare shoulder. He saw that ever present grin slide onto Eddie’s face, eyes flickering around as he pulled out measuring spoons and a bottle of oil.

“Making popcorn?” Eddie’s brow arched, sticking his tongue out to the corner of his mouth in concentration as the oil drizzled out into the bowl of the spoon.

“In a pot?” He asked, leaning casually against the counter and watching curiously. Eddie nodded wordlessly, pouring a cup of kernels into the pot and topping it off with another tablespoon of oil.

“So!” Eddie put the lid to cover the heating kernels, “Whatcha rent, Buckley?”

“Evil Dead,” Robin declared, holding the VHS up from her spot on the old brown couch. Her converse clad feet were resting on a worn coffee table. Steve was in awe of the comfortability the girl had in Eddie’s house. Much more than his own, and they were best friends. He tried to will away the flare of jealousy that burned in his stomach.

“Ahh ha, a classic,” Eddie jumped over the arm and crouched next to her, reaching out and swiping the cassette from her hands.

“You’ve seen it?” Steve asked, still standing in the kitchen where he’d been left.

“Of course, saw it when it came out in theaters at Starcourt,” Eddie muttered as his eyes perused the back blurb. Steve nodded silently and pushed off the counter to settle in an equally lived-in armchair, the stale smell of cigarettes wafted out from the fabric.

Steve opened his mouth to reply and say something about Scoops Ahoy, but was startled by the sudden sound of popping.

“Jumpy, huh?” Eddie chuckled, pushing himself up from the crouching position he was in.

Steve felt like an idiot as he gaped, struggling to find a response to the metalhead’s comment. Robin smirked at him from her comfortable spot, the girl having slumped further into the cushions. He raised a brow at her and took a long sip from his beer. When had he decided to flirt his way into getting an invitation to Eddie’s show? Steve doesn’t remember, and yet that was exactly what he was doing.

The aroma of fresh popcorn filled the space, there was clanging from the kitchen where Steve assumed Eddie was stirring in the butter. He peeked over the island and watched, Eddie flung his hair over his shoulder, Steve gulped as his eyes followed the line of muscle that formed when the curly haired man tightened his grip on a white plastic bowl. He felt his face heat from the blush that was blossoming over his cheeks, looking away quickly and focusing on thumbing at the label of his beer. The condensation made it a lot easier to mess with it, little bits of wadded up paper landing in his lap.

“So, we’ve got beer and popcorn,” Eddie announced, standing with the bowl in between his forearm and hip, “Anyone for a little herbal refreshment before we get this show on the road?”

“I’m in,” Steve responded, a bit too quickly in his mind. Robin and Eddie didn’t seem to think so, both grinning at him.

“Ahhh, if only younger me could see me now, smoking marijuana with King Steve and some band nerd,” Eddie chuckled, bending down to place the popcorn on the table.

Steve watched the metalhead rummage around in a small tin that was on the table, humming a noise of satisfaction when he pulled up a freshly rolled joint.

Robin groaned dramatically as she picked herself from the couch to follow Eddie out to the front stoop, Steve tight on her heels.

“We can’t smoke inside?” Steve asked, an observation he was wondering about because there were ashtrays in the house.

“Nah, Buckley hates it,” Eddie mumbled, lips holding the weed between them. The metalhead brought a lighter up to the twisted end and sparked the flame. Steve watched him take in a deep breath, chest rising and then heavily letting go of the thick smoke, he let out a cough and smiled at Robin before passing it off to her.

“Thanks,” She muttered, her leg tapped with anxiety and anticipation as she hit the joint. She coughed more than Eddie, but that was expected.

As Robin passed him the smoking stick Steve felt his own anxiety creeping up the back of his neck, he tried to keep his focus on the actual motions of taking a hit instead of whether or not he’d cough. He’d smoked weed before, but after the Russians, not in a very long time.

"Alright, pass it along, Harrington,” Eddie pressed impatiently, fingers held out and scissoring at the joint.

Steve didn’t answer, mind engrossed inhaling the smoke easily to further impress Eddie. When he was sure most of the smoke was out of his lungs, he passed it off to Eddie before he could start coughing, which would most likely result in dropping the fragile paper into the damp grass below his feet.

Eddie thanked Steve, then he felt it, the burn rolling up his esophagus treacherously. He brought his elbow up to his mouth and hacked into it twice, eyes watering when it finally subsided.

“Dammit,” Robin cursed, producing a couple of bills from her pocket and handing them off to Eddie. Steve looked between them incredulously.

“What the hell did you even bet on? If I would smoke the damn thing or?” Steve chastised, that sick embarrassment rolled around his stomach along with the few sips of beer he’d had.

“What, no, we bet on whether you’d literally die from smoke inhalation or not,” Robin explained quickly, reaching a hand out to comfort him.

“Oh, well, isn’t that just like a given,” Steve felt his stomach settle, watching Robin as she took another hit and coughing more than she had before.

“Not necessarily,” Eddie piped up from where he’d quietly been holding in his last hit. Steve turned to look at the other man. He realized Eddie had bet that Steve wouldn’t cough very much, and butterflies erupted in his stomach.

“So, you bet I wouldn’t?” Steve drawled, leaning heavily onto one foot in a flirty stance. He could’ve sworn a blush bloomed on Eddie’s cheeks, but it was too dark outside for him to really tell.

“Yeah, man. I’ve sold to Tommy for the untouchable King Steve parties way back in the day,” Eddie answered truthfully. Steve’s heart fell at the mention of his old self, then he remembered all the late night walks they accidentally bumped into each other, sharing a joint then and he smiled, liking the idea that those hang outs were his and Eddie’s secret.

“Right,” Steve chuckled, anxiously rubbing at the back of his neck. Taking another hit and then passing it quickly to Eddie, their fingers knocked against each other and a spark shot up his arm.

The metalhead smiled at him in thanks and said nothing more, just taking the last few drags of the joint and squashing it below his foot. Steve followed behind Eddie and Robin back inside the warmth of the trailer, the April air cooling rapidly and the smell of petrichor hit his nose.

“Let's get this started!” Eddie clapped, reaching down and grabbing the VHS to slip into the tape player.

Robin settled into the couch on the right corner, Steve went to sit down but remembered his beer was left on the island counter. He turned to grab it and when he swiveled back around, Eddie had plopped himself right in between Robin; she poked at him and said something, which in turn made both of them throw their heads back and laugh.

Steve frowned, feeling left out. When he thought back on it, The two of them had invited him to this more than once, he’d just always had babysitting duties or he just was exhausted from work.

“Don’t be shy,” Eddie patted the spot next to him and threw his feet up onto the coffee table, his own beer in hand.

“Why would I,” Steve muttered as he bent down and finally settled into the couch cushions. It was damn comfortable, he wiggled himself a bit more and finally let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in.

“Thanks for letting me come,” Steve whispered as the trailers started, Robin reached behind Eddie and stuck her finger in his ear. He swatted her away before clutching her hand to squeeze in thanks. She scrunched her nose, then jumped when a loud noise came from the TV.

“No problem, man,” Eddie said, eyes distracted by watching the scenes playing in front of him.

Steve smiled gratefully and he took a sip of his beer, waiting for the movie to begin. The wonky camera movements made his head spin, but he was intrigued, to say the least. Growing up, he had had no one around to watch horror movies with him and Tommy always was too chickenshit to go with him to see any. Then everything with the Upside Down happened, and he’d just thought they were pointless after that.

Eddie looked excited though the longer the movie progressed, bouncing when the 5 friends in the car arrived at the cabin they were staying at, which Steve rolled his eyes at only because he knew most if not all of them were going to be dead by the end of the movie.

Steve polished off his beer, and stood to grab another, “Round 2?” He asked, eyes on Robin and Eddie.

“Yes, please!”

“Why not,”

Eddie and Robin said at the same time, the two of them looked at each other and started laughing, talking over the movie and making fun of a character by name. He leaned over and grabbed the beers, cracking the caps off on the island before passing them to his friends.

“Y’know, you guys can talk during the movie, I don’t care,” Steve announced as he sat back down. Eddie’s gaze was stuck on his face and he tried not to stare right back; those dark brown eyes burrowing into the side of his face and a surprised grin snuck onto those flush pink lips.

Steve took in a quiet, deep breath before he settled back into his seat. Eddie’s thigh pressed right against his own and his bare arm was looped over the back of the couch playing with a loose thread. He was acutely aware of the metalhead’s proximity; it made his heart stutter and his mouth dried up. The last time he’d had this feeling was, Jesus, maybe Nancy? But the way Eddie was sitting was so different, he was used to being in the other man’s position.

He was high. That’s the only explanation he had for what he did next, he leaned back and whispered a comment into Eddie’s ear. He relished when he saw the pink tinge on the tips of them. Ha, one point to himself. The sweet blush stayed there and other than the slight discoloration, the metalhead seemed fine, smiling at Steve and huffing out a laugh, nudging him with his knee.

“Totally, man,” Eddie muttered. Robin eyed the two of them curiously and leaned over to get closer on the couch.

“You guys can’t keep secrets from me, what the hell,” She hissed while a character on screen was creeping through the woods.

“I just said her pants looked uncomfortable,” Steve rolled his eyes at his best friend, shifting as he got squished more and more into the couch arm, “Can you guys scoot a bit, I’m getting crammed up against the arm.”

“Eddie doesn’t have cooties, Steve,” Robin sighed, but she shuffled over so the metalhead could take up more space on her side.

Steve relished in his new found space and wiggled around to finally settle in, even though they were about 30 minutes into the movie. His cheeks were warm, head foggy, and he felt comfortable. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this at peace in a group setting, but it was nice. His muscles continued to relax and he let his head loll backward right onto Eddie’s forearm, which still was cradling the back of the couch. A pattering in his chest kicked off and ran as he waited for the man to pull away, but he never did, so Steve relaxed again.

As the movie kicked off, Steve could feel his eyes closing and his head bobbing, then his eyes fell shut and he was asleep. Nothing in his dreams except the quiet dark. He doesn’t know how long he’d drifted off for, but he was awakened by the gentle caress of someone’s thumb on his hip, it was soft and barely there but he’d been drawn enough to it to be pulled out of his nap. The movie, surprisingly, was still going, and the thumb, well the thumb, belonged to none other than Eddie Munson, who’d wrapped an arm around him and held him up in his sleep.

“You missed the best part,” Eddie mumbled, voice low and rumbled deep out of his chest.

“Mhm, what was that?” Steve yawned, throwing his arms up in a stretch, letting his body shift closer into the metalhead’s side.

“Guess we’ll just have to watch it again, Big Boy,” Eddie mumbled. Steve’s stomach fluttered with excitement, point what 4 or 5 to Munson.

Steve hummed his response and curled in closer to Eddie, the weed still fuzzing his mind and making the new onset of flirting with a man much easier. He heard a choked off snore from Eddie’s other side, coming from Robin who was sound asleep, mouth open and puffing out heavy breaths.

“She’s been out long before you, I think,” Eddie explained, eyes still trained on the TV screen. The movie seemed almost over from the look of it.

“Makes sense, I can never make her sit through movies when she comes over, especially if substances are involved,” Steve chuckled, a spear of fire burning up his side from where Eddie’s thumb started mindlessly moving again. He wasn’t even sure if the man was aware he was doing it.

“Well, yeah, you seem to only pick the boringest romcoms,” Eddie joked, head turning in his direction ever so slightly for the first time since Steve had woken up in this position.

Their faces were so close his nose almost touched Eddie’s, he wondered what would happen if he leaned forward and kissed the man, that thought was quickly squashed when he realized that Eddie was making fun of his taste in movies. He squinted his eyes at Robin's sleeping form in a mock of betrayal, “There is nothing wrong with a simple, boring movie, Munson.”

Eddie bared his teeth in a smile and shook his head, “That’s what you think.”

Steve only shook his head in response, turning his attention away from Eddie’s lips, which were getting too close for the situation they were in. And by situation, he meant watching a horror movie with some dude he saved the world with, his best friend and never having acted on an attraction beyond the opposite sex.

The credits rolled and Steve stayed still, waiting for Eddie to get up and move first. It took until a particularly loud part of the score came on for his host to jump up and turn it off, leaving Steve cold in his corner of the couch.

“Okay, I’m going to leave sleeping beauty there. Yep, she somehow already found the blanket,” Eddie whispered, an eyebrow raised in amusement at the sleeping girl.

Steve stood up and stretched out his arms, reveling in the feeling of Eddie’s eyes on the bare stretch of stomach that most definitely was revealed from under his shirt. He may have done that on purpose.

“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll hit the floor,” Eddie said as he led Steve back to his room. He stared at pictures of Wayne and Eddie that hung along the corridor.

“Dude, we were just cuddling on your couch, I really don’t mind sharing,” Steve laughed, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck awkwardly.

Eddie turned to look out of the corner of his eyes at him, then smiled and nodded, “Okay, Harrington. Just wanted to gauge the situation here.”

“What do you mean?” Steve hissed as they passed Wayne’s room. Eddie shrugged and opened his door to a dimly lit room filled with posters and that smelled exactly like Eddie.

“Welcome, to my mind,” Eddie bowed dramatically for Steve to enter.

Cassettes littered the floor around a boombox, there were a few Vinyls on a shelf next to a dresser that had clothes coming out of the drawers like the vines from the Upside Down, the fabrics of more shirts and pants also covered the floor. Eddie’s bed was new, however.

“Ah yes, compliments from the government,” The metalhead explained when he saw Steve staring at the bed, the last time he’d seen it uncovered it had stains all over it and the coloring was off from the original white it had been.

“I’d offer you a toothbrush if I had one but you’re shit outta luck, dude,” Eddie said, shucking off his pants to reveal grey boxers underneath. He averted his eyes from the expanse of pale legs that had been exposed.

“It’s all good, man,” He said before pulling on the thick leather of his belt so he could crawl into the comfort of a bed.

Eddie jumped onto the bed, muscle tee still covering his chest, he pushed open the window a crack and let the wind whisper notes into the quiet room, “It gets really stuffy in here, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Steve pulled the covers up and slipped under the heavy material, casting a look over at the lamp on the bedside table, “Should I?”

The metalhead wordlessly nodded as he got comfortable on his side, slipping the multitudes of rings off his fingers and placing them along the windowsill. Steve reached an arm out and felt around for the switch, turning it off and enveloping them into darkness.

“Night, Steve,” Eddie said through a yawn.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” He mumbled, moving onto his side so he faced Eddie’s body, the man positioned on his back with an arm thrown over his head.

It took him a few minutes of listening to the sound of their breathing slowing down till it evened out, his eyes fell closed, and he fell into a deep sleep. For the first time in months Steve slept uninterrupted by horrible nightmares, feeling only the comfort of a body next to him and what may have been arms wrapped around his torso.

When he woke the next morning, there was a grip on his hip, pressing into the scar tissue over his t-shirt he’d slept in. The thing that had pulled him out of his slumber was the stupid problem he had any time he was in bed with anyone, even Robin, he cast his foggy gaze downward to the tent in his underwear and cursed.

Eddie moved behind him, mumbling something in his sleep and then moving into his back closer. Steve’s cheeks flushed when he felt the man’s face press tightly against his spine. He’d never been in such close proximity to someone he liked but couldn’t have, he always could have, but not with Eddie.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios from his time in the Upside Down, willing his issue down. It worked, pictures of the Demogorgon screeching in his face cooling him down, then Eddie had to make it so much worse.

The metalhead shifted even closer, encircling Steve’s waist and bringing their bodies flush together; Knees hit the back of his own, a cool nose pressed to the bare stretch of skin of his neck. Shit, he was going to have to exit the bed before it was a real problem. He brought his hands down to where Eddie’s were connected low on his stomach and gently pried them apart, and somehow in his sleep, the man took that as the go ahead to hold his hand. Steve blushed furiously as he lay there in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. He was holding hands with Eddie Munson in the man’s twin sized bed. And his heart was damn near singing.

Biting his lip, he tried again, he slipped one of his legs out of the bed and tried to reach the floor and his body slipped further off the bed, this caused Eddie to move in closer, almost like he was chasing Steve.

“Where ya going?” A low gravelly voice tumbled from Eddie, Steve froze, their hands were still tangled together and he was half off the mattress, he probably looked like an idiot.

“Steve!!” A high pitched yell came from the living room, Robin had woken up and there was an urgency in her tone, “I’m going to be late, shit!”

“I’ve gotta drive Robin to work, sorry,” Steve explained, a pang of guilt pounded out of his heart.

“M’kay,” Eddie said sleepily, releasing Steve from his grip, “You coming back or you got--”

Steve stood up and quickly found his pants on the floor, pushing his legs in and doing them up securely. His problem surprisingly vanished the moment he heard his best friend calling for him, “I’ve got some errands to run, but we should hang out again soon.”

“Mm, yeah,” For the first time that morning, Eddie’s dark eyes opened, the sun illuminating every brown strand, they were beautiful, “I’ve got a show in a couple of weeks, you should come?”

Steve couldn’t help the feeling of gratification that soared through his veins, grinning toward the closed door, “Yeah, I’ll come. See ya, Eddie.”

The metalhead sleepily covered his eyes with a forearm and waved blindly at him, Steve’s face was flushed and he felt satisfied as hell. With that, he stepped out of the room and made his way over to Robin quickly.

“Sorry, let's go,” Steve apologized, shooing his friend out of the trailer. One of her brows was raised suspiciously, but he mouthed later at her.

Once in his car Robin pulled down the mirror and licked at her fingers so she could clean up the mascara that had formed small black smudges under her eyes, “I heard you got the invite?”

“Ha, yeah, dude was half asleep, but I’ll take it,” Steve cursed the blush that creeped up his neck as he remembered all the events that just happened, “Still won your dare though.”

“Yes, yes you did, Steve,” Robin laughed, eyeing him in a way that made him feel like there was something he missed along the way. She leaned over and turned up the radio, Freddie Mercury’s crooning vocals drifted out of the speakers and he smiled.

When he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video, the song ‘Foolin’ Around’ was just coming to a close, Robin hopped out and rushed out a goodbye. He watched her fumble with the keys as she struggled to get the right one out to unlock the door. He chuckled and shook his head at her, pulling out of the lot and starting toward his home.

‘ Now you say you're leaving me I just can't believe it's true’

The lyrics of the next song on his tape started, and he ducked his head bashfully as the ghostly feeling of Eddie’s arms wrapped around his waist. It had been so… nice, just to be held. And the man had been so soft, not just in the morning but even the night before while they watched the movie.

‘I wanna little bit of feeling Little bit of sunshine to my life,’

The song picked up the pace and Steve hummed along, drumming along to the beat on his steering wheel. A huge smile burst onto his face, it almost hurt, and he didn’t care. The sun was shining high and bright, early morning birds chirped loudly, almost singing along with the song. He rolled down his window to let the wind blow through his sleep mussed hair, happily he opened his mouth and sang along loudly;

‘Just step right into my heart Come a little closer Don't tell me that it's over Make a brand new start,’

Steve avoided the thought of what probably could never be, for that moment, he wanted to cherish the giddy feeling he had bubbling up inside of him. He totally could be Eddie’s kind of lover, if only the man would let him.

Eddie’s POV part 1

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