#this is mostly pretty tame but like. lmk

[luvrxbunny]

black oak

Pairing: Perv?BSF!Eddie Munson x Innocent!Fem!Reader 

Prompt: Voyeurism

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smoking (weed ofc),m! masturbation, f! masturbation, pillow humping, cum in pants (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.6k

A/N: im cutting it so close w these fics (i made this literally yesterday)

This started happening more recently now that you’re hanging out with Eddie more. You hang out with him after school and he walks you home, but whenever he leaves there's a consuming heat between your legs. It’s more tame when you’re with him, like a subtle hum in the back of your mind but once he leaves you; your mind hyper-fixates on him. 

You’re trying to sleep but Eddie is in your head. You writhe around in your bed as you think about everything he is; brave, kind, caring, and sweet. You think about his hands, his hair, his rings, and his voice. You wiggle around in bed until your pillow makes its way between your thighs. Your hips stutter against it and you freeze, looking around the room as if someone may be watching you before letting yourself succumb to the pleasure of the fabric against your slit.

You tighten your thighs around the pillow, tilting your hips up to press your most sensitive spot against the pillow. You mutter timid curses under your breath, hugging your teddy bear to your chest with your eyes shut tight as you picture his face reluctantly. You always feel so dirty picturing him like this, thinking of him in this way. You can’t help but replay all the times you’ve seen him lick his lips, his pink, wet, tongue peeking from between them, the way he bites into the bottom one when trying to nail a certain chord. You can feel yourself getting even wetter between your legs, whining as you soak your pillow. It’s not enough. 

You whine as you push yourself into a sitting position, straddling the pillow with a curve in your back to press yourself perfectly into it. Your head falls back at the stimulation and your eyelids flutter, you slowly roll your head forward and notice your drapes and window slightly open. You consider closing them, not wanting anyone to see, to hear but you feel a certain rush in your stomach at the exposure and shyly decide to leave them be. 

Outside your window, is Eddie. He does this almost every night, this is the first time he’s seen this though. He walks you home after you hang out with him, and if the hangout has left something to be desired he simply climbs into his tree and watches you. There is this beautiful black oak tree that sits outside your window. If Eddie wanted more of you, but couldn’t hang out with you more- due to your very strict parent’s ruling- he suffered silently. He asked you if you could stay longer one time; the sad look in your eyes as you explained how upset your parents would be, broke his heart, so he never asked again. 

However, when you showed him the pretty tree beside your bedroom, right outside your bedroom window- there was only one thought in his head. So it became a routine, if he didn’t have plans, and remembered to bring a lighter with his joint. He’ll light up and just sit on his branch outside your window. He usually witnesses you doing your school work, writing in your diary, and talking with your stuffed animals. If he’s lucky you’ll change your clothes there, although the way you change actually lets him see nothing. Tonight? He can’t believe his eyes.

His joint has long gone out, still in between his fingers as the bulge grows in his pants and his eyes bulge out at you. He’s fighting an internal battle, his hands are twitching to touch himself but he feels guilty intruding on such a private moment. He’s thought about you in this way before- he tries not to but mostly just cannot help himself. You’re so sweet, so caring toward him, so loving that he can’t help but feel this way for you. When you sit on his bed in your skirt, forgetting to tuck it under your butt- your panties pressed right into his bed… he’s hard in an instant. He’s thought of you while jerking off more times than he could count but in all his creativity he could’ve never imagined himself in a scenario as lucky as this. 

He quickly puts the joint in his pocket and fumbles with his pants. He’s whining to no one as he undoes his belt. “Keep goin’, sweetheart. Ooh, so good, baby.” He shoves his hand into his underwear, quickly wrapping his fingers around his cock, pretending that it’s you. He’s already thrusting his hips into his fist as he watches you reach blindly for something to hug into your chest as your hips speed up. Eddie’s hand kicks up to match your pace and a moan rips itself from his throat. He watches you bite into your lip and your eyebrows twitch before you mutter something he wishes he could hear. 

He zeros in on your hips, the way they move over your pillow, how desperately he wishes that was him. He pulls his hand away from his cock with a groan and rubs himself through his jeans. It’s less stimulating but it lets him pretend that it’s you and that makes it feel better than his hands ever could. His eyes roll back into his head as his hands find the same rhythm as your hips and he moans your name into the night air. He’s not worried about being caught, he can only think of you. He forces his eyes open to watch as your hips begin to stutter in their pace. He lets out a pained moan, wishing he could help you keep it steady, help you cum as fast, and as hard as you could. 

You’re muttering something again, your volume climbing as you near your peak. Eddie’s legs are shaking as he holds off for you, wanting to cum at the same time. He watches you drop your teddy and place your hands on the pillow, holding it in place as you furrow your brows and grind harder, humping your pillow as your lips part into an ‘O’ shape. His stomach tenses painfully as he moans your name to no one, under his breath, just for him as he imagines you above him. The utterance of your name from his lips just brings him closer to the edge as he begins to hear a muffled translation of what your moans sound like. He shuffles himself a bit closer to your window, trying to hear as much of you as he can. He hears you saying something, a name, one he prays is his because he couldn’t handle the heartbreak of hearing someone else’s fall from your lips at a time like this. 

He thinks about what you’d sound like saying his name as a moan, a groan, or even a whine or whimper if he’s lucky. He tries to fit his name into the blurry shape of whatever sound is falling from your mouth and it fits brutally well. He has to take his hands away, thrusting up into the air blindly, eyes rolled back and shut as your noises assault his senses. He can’t believe how well his name fits in your mouth, like your lips were made to form around it. “Eddie.” He can hear it, you’d say it high and breathy, on the cusp of cumming all over him, all around him, however you want. “Ed- Eddie” His eyes snap open to watch your lips as they form over his name again, “Eddie, please!” Your voice kicks up into a whine and your hips stutter to a stop as you fold over, shaking as you cum all over your pillow. 

Eddie is painting the inside of his jeans, his hips thrusting erratically into his hand as he bites his lip so hard he’s scared he’ll take a chunk out of it. Your name and images of you are racing through his head, they do every time he cums, he just can’t help it anymore. He thinks about how you said his name, how it sounded from your lips… the fact that you’re thinking of him when you hump your pillow at night. 

A strangled groan-whimper shoves its way from his chest as his balls tighten even more, producing as much cum as they can for you. His head slams back against the tree painfully and his eyes cross as he worships you in his mind, thanking you for making him cum, for letting him touch himself for you. His eyes open back up slowly, his hand overstimulating himself gently as you slowly overstimulate yourself, rocking your hips lazily over the pillow, your thighs twitching every so often. He watches you topple over onto your bed, leaving the pillow between your legs as you reach out for a different teddy, a smile spreading over your face when you find what you��re looking for. 

He’s watching you through lidded eyes, his hips still twitching slightly. His brows furrow until he sees what you’re after, his heart swells and warms his chest. It’s a teddy bear he won for you at a fair, he’s wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, you said he reminded you of Eddie. 

He feels that little tingle he gets in his nose he gets when he’s about to cry and he tries his best to hold back as he starts climbing out of the tree, he always turns into a sap when he cums for you. He’s always wishing you loved him the way he loves you but for the first time, these tears are more positive. He peeks up at you one more time before dropping out of the tree and he gets to see you kiss ‘little Eddie’ on his head and snuggle him to your chest. He’s starting to actually think he may have a chance with you, and it’s the best feeling in the world. 

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[wonuwrites]

MTL Seventeen NSFW: dom in public and private vs just in private. SFW: do things like protect you from yourself, like clumsiness or hitting corner or whatever!! When you have the chance. No rush ❤️❤️

oooo I like this~ I'll do the NSFW one first then will do a seperate one for the SFW :D Warning: we are getting horny so MINORS DNI or else. smut warning. mentions of petnames, domming, subbing, brat taming, simping, etc.

p.s I didn't really reread everything but I tried my best. If I fucked up any spelling or anything please lmk <3

p.s.s sorry this took forever D:

Dom In Public && Private

Most:

• S. Coups I mean, let's be honest for a hot second. He is daddy. He is a brat tamer, he is such an alpha type. You just look at him and you know he wears the pants.

In public, he will always have a protective hand on you. If you are somehow separated, his eyes are always glued to you. You are just his to protect and heaven forbid someone who was dumber than dirt tried to flirt or even say "hello" to you. They will get the death glare from you and he will be by your side before you can even respond.

In private, I see him to be really into worship/soft dom. I feel like he gives "scary" or "hard dom" vibes but to me... he's just a simp lmfaoooo. When y'all have sex he wants to make sure you are happy and pleased. I don't see him really being mean unless he needs to fuck the stress out or if you did something in public that set him off and he needed to show you who was in charge. If he ever did get rough, expect a lot of romantic aftercare where he is very soft with you. It would be different from the Seungcheol who was balls deep just a second or so ago I tell you what.

• Woozi This might be a controversial take but honestly it makes sense. Jihoon has a gaze that screams dom. Especially if involved you? People would know you were Jihoon's and Jihoon was yours.

In public, he would be a lot less touchy then Seungcheol. He isn't a fan of PDA as it is but he would always be next to you and would always have you close by. If you were to be a brat or if anyone looked at you a way, one look from Jihoon would have you by his side and the other person backing the fuck up.

In private, it would depend on his mood but almost always played the dominant role. Sometimes he would be subby if you had been a good girl/good boy. However, he loved to be in charge and be the reason behind your moans. He would love to watch your face scrunch and hear you scream his name. It was music to his ears.

• Mingyu This husky, golden retriever, whatever the fuck is such a clingy dominate person. It's the Aries in him. Like before I even knew he was an Aries, I could just tell. He's so husband, protective, and such a stud muffin and when it came to you, he would make sure everyone knew who you belonged to.

In public, I can see him kissing you in front of others just to remind everyone that you were his. He tried his best not to be but he could get jealous pretty easily. So he would love if you were wearing his clothes in public or if there was hickey on your neck. He'd find it so attractive. If you happened to brat while in public, he'd laugh it off but pull you closer and say "just you wait until we get home Jagi." njftgijftgiewhb.

In private, it depends if he is jealous and bossy or happy and horny. He is one of the boys that's mostly excited to be involved (lmao) but when he gets into his jealous and bossy modes he won't go easy. One of the first conversations you had when first talking about sex was a safe word because he knew he wanted to push you to your limits when he was in this mood. He's the type to ask "who is making you feel this good? Not that bastard. It's me." lmaooo lord help me I just got biased wrecked by my own writing. pls hekppppp

• Wonwoo I feel like a lot of writers claim Wonwoo to be one of the most dominant members in Seventeen and trust me I agree. However, I feel like he shows his dominance more in secret and private but if you brat it up in public, oh ho ho. good luck bestie. In public, people would just know that Wonwoo and you were a couple and not because of PDA or anything like that. Wonwoo wouldn't be like Mingyu and kiss you in front of everyone but he would stare. Like, if you were at a party or something like that, he would be watching. If you were talking to anyone he would be staring and make sure they and you knew and remembered who you belonged to. If you had decided to be bratty and fake flirt with someone. You would feel his hand wrap around your waist and he'd cut the conversation short and well... you both would be going somewhere private asap so he could remind you again who was in charge.

In private, ahahahaha cue kinky tumblr posts about this man lmaooo. They say the quiet ones are the freaks and yeah he is. Like Seungcheol, he's a brat tamer. tbh i think out of all of Seventeen he is the best with Seuncheol or Joshua following close behind but that's a discussion for another time lmaooo. Anywhore, Wonwoo would be a soft dom, a hard dom, a kinky dom, anything dom tbh. He would want you to feel good and it makes him feel good to be in control.

• Jeonghan This angel is also a demon, we know this. However, his dominance isn't in a sexual or "it is I who wears the pants in this relationship" type of way. It's more of him showing that he is playing the role of boyfriend and wanting to protect you. It's more of a caregiver type of vibe then a "I wanna rip Y/N's clothes off right when possible" which he does but shh but more of a "this is my person who I love more than anything else in this world. In public, you both would be near each other and would hold hands whenever possible. He'd be so domestically dom where he would hold doors open for you when you were going into buildings. When you would go into cars he would put his hand above your head so you wouldn't hit your head. He'd just be such a gentleman where his actions just proved to you and others how much he loves you.

In private, oh me oh my. It depends on the mood but honestly I see him as a silly lover but when he gets really really turned on where his eyes darken with lust, he will take care of you in ways that go beyond your own fantasies. Hell, even his own. The way he would fuck you into oblivion would be both romantic and kinky as hell. You loved getting manhandled by him, especially since it was so rare for him to do so.

• Hoshi Ok, so Soonyoung is such a touchy and clingy bitch which is why I say he'd act dom both in public and private. I feel like he would not be afraid to show you off and let you be bejeweled. (sorry listening to Taylor Swift rn my other hyperfixation LOL) He also would not be afraid of showing others that you both were together.

In public, his hands would ALWAYS be on you or near you. They would roam constantly, Your hand would be in his, his hand would be on your thigh, his hand would be on the small of your back or hell even on your hips. When I say everywhere I literally mean E V E R Y W H E R E. There would be no chance for you to brat or do anything to make him get a little possessive which was completely fine. If you were to kiss him at the event y'all were at and some of your lip gloss or lipstick stained his lips he would not wipe it off at all.

In private, I can see him being all about you. He'd be a lot like Seungcheol where he would be so needy and soft dom. I do also think he is part of the line where he is just happy to be involved lmaooo. Your sex life with Soonyoung would be fun. A lot of giggles and love were shown in your sessions. The times where it would be rough-er, he would use his horanghe instincts i'm not sorry and would just ruin you.

LEAST:

• Seungkwan I feel like Seungkwan is such a shy bean when it comes to being in love with his pookie but he also is a silly goose. I feel like his "dom"ness in public would be more of a meme but he also would stand his ground if he really had to.

In public, people would know you were together but not because of skin ship or stares like the previous guys. They would see your playful banter and the chemistry was just chemistry-ing. If some poor soul thought to try to hit on you, Seungkwan would either side eye and intervene or just laugh. No in between imo.

In private, I see him more of a switch. idk why but I can see y'all doing rock paper scissors before sex sometimes just to see who is doing what lmao. Winner of these rock paper scissors would be the dominant one. When he won, he would attempt to get into character and honestly, you would laugh in his face and he would prove to you how domkwan he could be.

next part lol

DOM ONLY IN PRIVATE

MOST:

• Joshua Oh Shua, Shua, Shua. I know some might put him in the previous category sometimes but I think not. I think he is more of a "wait until we get home" type of fella. His eyes would do the thing he does and that's when you would know you were in for a fun night.

In private, it is a bit hard to predict what Jisoo would do. He's fucking insane but in the best way. I could see him pinning you against a wall as soon as y'all got home and would say shit like "oh, so you think you're single huh? Think it's time for your reminder of who you belong with." If he was jealous or upset, he would like to dom just to prove to both of you that your relationship was secure. I feel like he is one of the more hopeless romantics of Seventeen.

• Minghao Minghao is honestly such a lover boy and honestly both of you are wrapped around each others finger. I feel like when it comes to relationships, he wouldn't mind showing you off in public but acting "dom" in public would not be something he would want to do. I feel like he'd want to let you be your own person and he would just be there for the ride. If anything he'd look more like a simp and just give heart eyes

In private, brat tamer. He knew how to keep you in your place especially if you were being a little shit. He'd be the type to giggle at your actions before pinning you to a wall and asking you to "come again, baby?" If you bratted in private, he was all about it because he knew you only did that if you were in a subby mood. If you were bratting in public, the bedroom would be even spicier because "it's like that huh?" ewhjrbewuOB lmao

• Jun He's quiet. Highkey, from my expertise of whoreology the quiet ones are the most freakiest and I can see Jun being a switch but more dom leaning. He wouldn't show it in front of others because he's shy but oh me oh my. You knew how dom he could be when it was just you two.

In private, he would be about you. Whether he was domming or subbing it was always about you. He was so curious about you. He was like Seungcheol in a way where when domming where he was soft and just worship you. When domming he'd be a smiling mess and would just love teasing the shit out of you. Honestly, in bed he'd be such a shit but neither of your friends would guess it lmaoooo

• Dokyeom Ok so Seokmin has his moments but this man is such a simp. If anything, you gave off the "dom" vibes in the relationship LOL. I feel like you both would be so down bad in your relationship it was almost too sweet. Seokmin would do anything for you, but domming in public? I could see an attempt happening once but it would end up in both of y'all in hysterics because ????

In private, if you wanted to be dominated Seokmin would dominate you. Sub/dom roles aren't a necessity in your relationship or sex life and that's not a problem. When Seokmin dommed, he would love to have you in missionary while holding your hands and just making love to you. When he was topping, he would make sure you were okay and was just such a soft dom. He would worry about doing hard dom stuff like Mingyu, Seungcheol, or Wonwoo. He would need you to basically beg on your knees and promise him 194676 times that you would tell him if he went too rough.

• Dino Like Mingyu, Soonyoung, Jun, and Dokyeom he is also someone that is usually just happy to be involved lmao. He is very soft and shows that he is with you in public but it's not in a "she's mine fuck off" type of way like some of the others would be. It was more of a "I'm down bad for my baby" type of vibe aww

In private, similarly to Seokmin, I can't really see dom/sub being a super prominent thing in your sex lives. I get that is a hot take but idk, I feel like Chan is a silly lover like Jeonghan. Actually I see him being very similar to Jeonghan. However, when Chan would want to be more "Dom" it would because you joined in with "bullying"/"teasing" him with his hyungs. When y'all get home he would start off with "hmm (Y/N) you think you are so funny huh?" then he'd take you to bed real quick.

LEAST:

• Vernon Look, Hansol is also apart of the "I'm just happy to be involved line." In general, his love language would be so subtle that sometimes it would seem like y'all were more besties then together. However, you both understood where you stood and honestly that was all the mattered.

In private, I can't see him being dom at all. I don't really see him even being a sub. When y'all were doing the do, it was mostly making love and pretty vanilla. I can see it being a bunch of goofiness too with a lot of kisses and I love yous. He'd just be so soft and down bad in bed. It's honestly so cute. lmao Vernon soft sex drabble coming soon?

this was so much fun, please send more MTL if you see this <33

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

Hiii, I read your story about lovesick steve flirting with reader and it’s literally the cutest thing ever I’m so in love with that man

I wanted to ask you if you could write something based on the last line where you say he would never do anything sexual, you had to ask for it, and r is like trying to get there but she’s to shy to say it out loud and steve it’s like “don’t mix a make out session with sex” so he always stop himself and she’s like ☹️ thinking he doesn’t wanna have sex with him, some hurt/ comfort please

of course only if you want, if not it’s really good, just to let you know those headcanons were amazing

oh my gosh thank you so much, im so happy you liked it. i love this concept bc it hits a little too close to home. but here we go <3

warnings: insecurity, mentions of steve in hs, steve's trauma, heavily mentioned sex and intimacy but no actual smut, fluffy fluff, not proofread

also: lmk if you guys want a part 2 to this <3

its half past nine and you're on steve's couch, more specifically, you're on steve. your legs are on either side of him, your knees touching the couch cushions behind him. mouthing at each other hungrily, with an intensity that made your heads fuzzy.

before he picked you up, you decided on a pretty dress to wear. your lace bralette peaking out the top in a way you knew he wouldn't be able to resist. framing your breasts perfectly, propped up just for him to see. makeup perfect. begging to be touched. begging to be loved.

but steve had picked you up, meeting your eyes first before scanning the rest of your body. his eyes got caught up a few times, but they quickly made their way back to your face. he told you you looked gorgeous. on the way to his house, he kissed your hands and sang to you. you love how gentlemanly he is. you really do, but god if you didn't want him to be unable to resist you.

and he couldn't. every time you looked away he would stare at you, letting his mind wander about what was under that pretty dress. how your lipgloss would look smeared across his chest. how your mascara would look smudged and looking up at him. how your mouth would look wrapped around him.

but he told himself as soon as you started dating that he wouldn't fuck this up. he knew that you needed a month or two before you could feel comfortable having sex with him, and he was more than content with that. he knew you were shy and delicate, and that you were scared because of his past hookups in high school. he knew he was a lot more experienced than you, and he wanted you to be completely comfortable and safe giving yourself to him. but with his knowledge of your shyness, it was baffling to you how he wouldn't realize that you couldn't just ask for him to have sex with you. you can barely order for yourself at restaurants.

which leads you back to where you are now. panting against his mouth, his hands on your hips while the credits for the princess bride played in the background. his hands moving up and down your back. yet, never touching the hem of your dress. never pulling you to sit on his achingly hard cock. no, he keeps it very tame. as always. and as you notice this, your mind can't help but wander.

you know he has had sex. in fact, you knew he has had a lot of sex. you had heard about it in passing comments about his high school days, minus his senior year, which he spent mostly moping. but he had never ever brought it up to you. he'd actually give robin and eddie a very scary look whenever they made a dumb joke about it. glaring at them and pulling you closer to his side to plant a kiss on your forehead. he knew it could make you insecure, and it shouldn't. his high school adventures were a failed attempt at emotional intimacy, which is much more embarrassing for him than it is for anything else. he had sex because he was good at it, and he'd get praised by not only girls but everyone around him. he didn't have good grades, and he wasn't the smartest, but he was athletic, good-looking, charming, and knew his way around the female anatomy. which is more than can be said for the rest of the male population in hawkins. but once he had had sex with someone, his self-esteem never failed to remind him that that was all he was good at. nobody actually wanted him. just wanted him to see what the hype was about, and occasionally come back for more. he had always kept civil with the girls he had slept with, giving them a small smile and a wave when confronted with one. he knew it wasn't their fault. it was his never-ending search for validation that he had never gotten as a child. he realized this while he was working at the mall with robin. but he had worked on himself. he had gotten help, he processed it. because he knew he couldn't be loved if he had little to no respect for himself. and after that, sex wasn't nearly as important as it used to be. he didn't even want it with anyone he wasn't in love with. but he is in love with you, so, of course, he wanted to have sex with you, like- a lot. but you didn't know that.

why wasn't he touching you? did you do something wrong? what made you so different from the other girls? were you not good enough? did he think you couldn't? are you embarrassing yourself? did he think you didn't want it? does he not want it?

he noticed you crying before you did, felt your tears hit his cheeks, and jumped into action immediately. picking you up and placing you next to him on the couch. the tears fell harder. his left-hand holds your own, and his right is rubbing soothing circles into your cheek.

"hey, im sorry, im sorry baby, its okay, im sorry." he apologizes, panicking that he had made you upset. apologizing for taking it too far. not knowing you're upset because he's not taking it far enough.

you put your head in your hands and attempt to stop the racing thoughts in your head. "steve, why are you sorry?" your voice is shaking, racked with guilt that he's being so kind to you.

"because baby, I just got carried away. I didn't mean to upset you, honey. you never have to do anything you don't want to. if you told me I could never touch you, I would still love you the same. im sorry that I made you sad, darling."

you peeked at him through your fingers, he looked so panicked that you just had to take his hand off your lap to kiss it. you giggled at the irony of the situation. he was scared he took things too far, and you were scared because he hadn't taken things far enough. your soft giggles only made him more confused, thinking maybe you hit your head. why would you be laughing at that? he lifted his hand to your forehead to check for a fever but found nothing.

"baby, what is happening?" he said so desperately that you had to laugh.

"i love you so much steve, thats not why im crying."

"then whats wrong, sweetheart?" his voice is gentle as he caresses the skin on your palm.

oh no. now you'd actually have to tell him whats wrong. you'd have to admit that you're scared he doesn't want to have sex with you. you have to ask him why he hasn't had sex with you. he's going to know how insecure you are about his past, but not in the way you'd think. not scared of the women, or the strength of your relationship, but of your own attractiveness and ability to please him. all you wanted was for him to take care of you. touch you in all the nicest places that you knew he could reach.

"i-" your voice cut off, you looked away. his hand moved your jaw back in place to look at him. which turned you on so much the tears started forming again.

"honey please, tell me what's wrong." you looked up at him because you could feel his voice breaking. and you were not about to make your boy cry. you spoke instantly. the need to make him feel better outweighing the embarrassment by a long shot.

"im scared you dont want to have sex with me." you blurt out before your brain can stop you. the look on his face is comical, the confusion mixing with shock. "-i- I just. i know you've done it with girls before but you never try it with me and its really sweet that you remember that i told you i wouldn't be able to do it at first but i am ready now and i- i want it a lot. and im worried that im not pretty enough or that you arent attracted to me at all. and im sorry." the last apology came out as more of a whimper as you brought your head down to your folded knees and tried to calm down. sniffling and wiping your tears as best you could. but now it was steve's turn to laugh.

"that's what you're worried about? oh baby..." he pulled you back into his arms and stared at you. he was giggling like a child that had just learned about knock-knock jokes. "that's crazy, you know that? that's insane baby. honey, you make me crazy. there's like barely a second of the day that im not thinking about ripping your clothes off. eddie and robin bully me all the time for it. did you not notice how many times I had to go home throughout our friendship? how before we even started dating I would suddenly have work to do whenever you came out for movie night bra-less in those little shorts? seriously, I mean- what do you think I did when I got home, baby? " at this point you're both laughing and blushing profusely. steve didn't ever think he would have to disclose to you how many times he has to come home and fist his cock at the thought of you, but apparently, you needed to hear it more than he thought you did.

He continued, "No, honey I just wanted you to be able to be comfortable with me. I was waiting for you to ask. I was- I am perfectly content waiting as long as you want me to. I've never wanted someone more in my entire life than you. In every way. Literally every way. I want you to be my friend, I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to be my wife, I want you to have my kids, I, I- I- just adore you, honey. all of you, so much... so yes, I very very much want to be inside of you every day, 24/7, but I'd also still be yours if you never let me. but god sometimes it's the only thing I think about all day. it's pathetic really, you have me almost cumming on myself halfway through my shift and you aren't even there. I don't think there's a time in which I'm around you- that you aren't crying- that im not at least a little hard. I am genuinely surprised you didn't notice. falling for the 'hands in pockets' thing? the oldest trick in the book baby, really it's no wonder it took you four months to realize I liked you. i think you might be blind." he finishes. you're both laughing so hard your ribs hurt, and you're attempting to hide in his neck. "No! No! I just told you all of my deepest darkest secrets and now you're hiding from me!"

You bring your head back up to his, beaming at each other. You pressed your lips together for a soft, sweet peck that turned into about twenty kisses all over his face.

"I love you Steve Harrington."

"I love you so much, silly girl. 'Love you so much even though you're a little bit oblivious." His reply is ironic because he is the most oblivious person in the entire world. But adorable and true nonetheless. He finishes his statement with a kiss.

"Y'know, I think about you too. Like that. A lot." you whisper, looking up at him from his shoulder.

"Yeah, baby? How much?" Here it is. The famous Steve Harrington charm that can make anyone weak in the knees. He's still got it. And a lot of it.

"Every day, and every night." You giggle into his shoulder. He looks at you, amused.

"Oh yeah, baby? Well, I'm taking you out for dinner tomorrow, how about that? And we can come home and we'll do whatever feels right for us, and take it from there. How's that sound? Or I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities in the future if you change your mind, doll." He plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"I'd like that, Stevie."

[bloodyentrails]

we've been talking on discord about titans!jason being someone who pushes boundaries and it occurred to me that once he's with bruce, it is no longer clear what those boundaries even are.

bruce wayne is someone who very literally lives a life that is defined by being outside of society. much like children of very rebellious parents, i think it would be difficult for jason to rebel in that kind of context. we sort of identitfied him watching porn on the batcomputer and also riding motorcycles inside the manor as ways for him to challenge his place in the 'family' but they sound very tame to me now. (i mean, they are supposed to be funny).

it's also important that this jason is someone who has experienced crime and drug addiction (i think this is what he tells dick anyway, i don't remember the exact words), forster care, prison and homelessness, so he is learned in the underbelly of society. i think te difference between him and bruce is very much in him being criminalised and bruce being celebrated.

we don't learn much about how bruce and jason functioned as a team on patrol or even living together in the manor, so this is mostly conjecture: i think this bruce is someone who likes discipline but he also trusts jason enough to go off by himself and find dick.

i feel that his reason for sending jason away is possibly his boundary-pushing but also perhaps bruce thinks it's better for jason to be amongst his peers.

what happens with dick is more interesting in a lot of ways and also given much more room in the narrative but with dick i think he learns to very effectively push his buttons in a way i'm not sure he ever did with bruce. bruce gives him access to being robin and i think he relishes the power that mantle has and doesn't want to upset the relationship by outright challenging it. hence the relatively tame actions.

dick outright refuses to let him exercise the power that he had then and he also belittles and humiliates him, which is why i think there is much less for him to want to hold on to. i don't meant to say that this jason only looks for those aspects in a relationship, but there is nothing else going on. dick doesn't provide a mentor or an emotional anchor and he also doesn't trust jason to go on solo missions like bruce did, so he takes these back as he sees fit.

titans!bruce is pretty bad at communicating his feelings, so i sometimes try to imagine the conversation he and jason would have had over him joining the titans because i think much of jason's feelings towards the team depend on it. i think he's trying to make a go of it initially but it becomes very clear to him that he's being prevented from contributing to the team so he's rbbed of the only way he sees himself as useful to others.

anyway, just me having a new crisis over the complicated titans relationships. lmk what you think.

[shinakkyo]

wednesday x tyler canon-divergence au wip

i wanted to write my own version of “what if wednesday managed to get out of jericho in ep. 01” fic, mostly as an excuse to write about tyler getting to be actually weird and the addams mansion (my beloved). i also wanted to try writing a multi-chaptered fic again instead of a long one-shot, to like reeeeeally explore the slow burn and to devote time to write about the house as a proper character (did i mention i love her?).

this fic will probably be rated M or E, but it starts pretty tame :)

please lmk your thoughts!!

cw: derogatory language, torture, death (canon typical, not overly graphic)

In some other reality, one that is bloodier in that teenage-drama-show way, Wednesday bumps into someone while scurrying through the Harvest Festival with the sheriff’s son, and it triggers a vision that makes her change her goals of Getting Out of Jericho to Preventing a Killing, and, instead of leaving behind this town threaded with her parent’s memories, she lives out her own murder mystery story, with enough twists and plot holes that any publisher would delight in turning into a full trilogy, under a signed contract that made sure the author died in obscurity and full of debt. 

Wouldn’t that be a dream come true. 

But as it stands, she is on Tyler Galpin’s passenger seat, watching the city’s lights fade amidst the trees as they drive to the nearest train station, with Thing attempting to play hangman with her on the condensation building on the window. She is only paying attention to him halfheartedly, losing on purpose even though she knew at first glance the word was “fratricide”; there are things mildly more pressing at the moment, like the anxious clenching and unclenching of Tyler’s hands on the steering wheel that looks calculated to make Wednesday demand him to stop that. And thus start a conversation.

Just when she thought the uncomfortable silence between them was getting to the good part.

He sighs an apology and takes a big breath to calm his nerves down, relaxing his posture, and Wednesday thinks that will be the end of his little show as the resident Anguished Small Town Boy, but she catches him sneaking a glance at her, and really, it was dreadfully naïve of her to expect anything else; she knows that she might as well be the equivalent to a haunted paperback edition of a Ripley’s Believe It or Not! anthology to someone like him. 

“Can I ask you something? Yes, other than this.”  There is a hint of a smirk on his lips when he catches the way Wednesday’s eyes shift from capricious antagonism to quiet amusement at his quick amendment. She nods, and he looks back at the road, the cliché maneuver to feign nonchalance that Wednesday didn’t think she’d see in person so soon.

“Was Nevermore that bad? I mean, I get wanting to leave Jericho as soon as you arrive in that town, but… I don’t know, the students there seem happy. Like it’s worth it all.”  There’s curiosity in his voice, but also something that sounds a little like envy, a feeling that Wednesday finds difficult to comprehend when she thinks of what in that school he could be envious of. 

She decides to entertain him, given his puzzling generosity that so far is working to her benefit. “I suppose, all high school experiences considered, it’s not quite as vexing.”  She pauses, focusing her look on his profile so their eyes meet, and holds a stare contest that he, naturally, loses. “The student body was just full of your common American high school clichés, though. Teenagehood is the same whether you’re a normie or a gorgon, after all.” 

Tyler frowns in confusion, mouthing to himself what the fuck is a gorgon while looking at the road, and it makes the corner of Wednesday’s lips twitch minutely in what only an Addams could tell was a smile, her expression remaining neutral to anyone else. The time she spent in Jericho was enough to have her thinking like a simple minded girl when she observes that there was something about this boy that made him feel more deserving of her attention than most, enough to prompt her to ask a question to keep the conversation going.

“And you? Why is that the sheriff’s son is so angst-filled over his provincial hometown that he would aid an outcast in her escape, but not go away himself?”  The question apparently surprises him, his eyes widening as his hands clench around the steering wheel once again. Wednesday waits for his answer but she’s getting bored by the minute with this, there’s not much he could say that would be actually interesting, and she doesn’t really care about the mundane day-to-day drama of small towns built on racist history. 

He relaxes again after they pass a sign with the directions to the train station, some miles away from them still. “There’s not much to it, really. I spent a year at a boot camp for… misguided behavior, now I guess I’m repenting. It’s hard to just leave when your dad is the sheriff, too.”  Wednesday catches him glancing at her, searching for a reaction, probably wanting to see shock or surprise on her face. There’s a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes when he doesn’t find it, and Wednesday takes pity on him just for her own continued amusement, taking the bait.

“What exactly was your misguided behavior? Did you kill someone?”  Another car passes by them at that moment, and for a second there’s an unnatural flash of red on Tyler’s eyes, but his expression is relaxed and amused, like he thinks Wednesday’s question was a joke and he didn’t think she was capable of those, so she dismisses the red in his eyes as a reflection of light. “No, actually… I destroyed a Nevermore student’s mural and beat him up, for no reason other than being stupid, I guess.” His self-deprecating tone takes a bitter turn when he continues: “There were others with me, those guys bothering you at the Weathervane, but I was the one who got blamed for everything.” 

That was exactly the kind of meaningless misdeed Wednesday expected to hear, something so completely abecedarian when it came to the typical activities of a high school boy that she couldn’t help but huff in amusement. At least her short stay in Jericho entertained her with its microcosmic banality, as if she had spent her week at a theme park of stale white bread americana, reminiscent of that summer camp she went to as a child. 

They could see the signs pointing towards the train station now, more lights coming into view the closer they got, and as Tyler was doing a right turn to get to the station’s parking lot, his phone flashed with a notification from where it was sitting inside the cup holder. “Can you check what that was for me? If it’s a text just tell me who the sender is.”  He looked worried, and Wednesday supposed that maybe they were already past his curfew, she wasn't paying attention to the time.

She reached out to pick up his phone at the same time he reached out to change gears, and in that fraction of a second where their hands touched, an electric current replaced the blood in her veins, lighting her up like her least favorite electric chair, and the last thing she felt before her vision went black was Thing, running up her arm trying to keep her head upright as she passed out.

She doesn’t recognize this place.

Rough stone walls with unnatural scratch marks, the putrid-sweet smell of decay, specks of dust glittering in the air when she looks around and hears before she sees a figure— curled up against a corner, heavy chains around its neck, ankles and wrists, breathing erratically.

She gets closer to it, the sound of her footsteps echoing loudly in this cave-like place, as if she was trying to make herself noticed and intimidating at the same time, and the figure against the wall curls up even more, making himself smaller. She's close enough now to see it’s a boy, naked and covered in a thin veil of sweat, with red distressed marks where the chains are rough against his skin, and needle-like punctures on his arms. 

Wednesday stands right in front of him and lifts his face up with the toe of her boot, a bright red that makes her want to itch with allergies, and Tyler Galpin looks back at her, hair disheveled and eyes red from tears but hollow with fear, his pupils dilated as if he was high. She doesn’t understand—

“Well, you were useless after all. I should’ve known, and yet I put my trust in you—” She gets interrupted by a slurred mantra of “sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry” from Tyler, his voice small and hoarse, and kicks him on his throat, making him choke and gasp when the chains pull against his neck with the impact. 

Why is she saying these things? That was not her voice, but she knows it, she—

“Did I give you permission to speak? Like this you’re no better than any of those other freaks, did you know that? I’m so disappointed, honey.” Her tone is deceptively sweet but her words are cold, cutting, and Tyler looks up at her with hope and then confusion, like a trained dog thinking he’ll be taken for a walk, only to find himself at the veterinarian to get neutered. 

She thinks she sees a reflection of copper hair in his eyes, but she can’t remember—

There’s a syringe in her hand now, and she can actually smell the fear and panic in Tyler’s sweat, acidic and salty mixed with the distinctive iron of the blood now dripping from where the chains cut into his skin. He’s shaking like a cornered animal, and Wednesday feels her mouth curl in a saccharine smile when she gets close to him.

There’s no way her face could pull such an expression, she’s physically incapable of it, no way, no—

“In the end that girl left you, didn’t she? See how nobody wants you close? How you’re only good as a tool, as a toy? And yet you had the audacity to betray me. Honestly, baby boy, you did this to yourself.” 

She holds him by his chin, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone in mocking tenderness, catching a tear in her manicured nail, while her other hand pushes the needle deep into his neck, and his eyes go from wet and pleading to a dull emptiness in a matter of seconds.

Wednesday chuckles as she sees his wrists falling limp to his sides, and a hint of blue tinging his lips.

The sound of a body slamming down on the ground and the rattling of chains echo in the cave.

[eggyboyoart]

LMK Tang Headcanons

Love this funky little cicada guy

Tang’s scent is like, parchment, wood and incense.

Hes like, obsessed with incense and also smoking herbs

And not just weed, okay? There are other herbs you can smoke

He mostly partakes in blue lotus and rose for his anxiety (totally not for the psychoactive properties, noo…)

I was very tempted to say he was asthmatic, but the image of a high Tang was too funny to pass up

After the events of Season 4, he began to develop changes to his physical appearance, relating to him being the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada

He got lil antenna and lil cicada wings (what a silly little guy)

After Season 4, Macaque taught him how to use a glamour, so Tang could hide his new features :)

While I am a fan of inky pages (Macaque/Tang) I am also a fan of free noodles (Tang/Pigsy)\

But that’s okay, you know why?

Tang has two hands :D

He can also speak/understand bugs

Because bugs are… bugs, there isn’t much to understand because they have a limited intelligence, but it’s a fun little party trick ig

His house is a MESS

There are books and scrolls EVERYWHERE on every surface (even the floor) and don’t even get me started on his DESK

His hands are like, pretty much permanently stained with ink

Like little splotches and dots and lines of all different colours (mostly black, blue and red but there are some yellow and green lines in there)

His hand writing is IMMACULATE tho

Its like, still swirly and fancy but you can actually read it

He also reads ridiculously fast

Like, he’d be finished with two whole pages before you’ve even finished half of one page

Now that Tang can teleport, he takes advantage of this all the fucking time

Like, why would he ever walk somewhere again, when he can just teleport?

No more public transport, no more walking, no more cars

Hes livin’ the life

Meanwhile, Pigsy is standing in the corner with a mf rake like, ‘FUCK. YOU’

Tang is very meticulous with his hair

His hair does not lay like that naturally

In reality, his hair is pure chaos

Using just a brush will NOT tame that mane

He uses gel, hair spray, a straightener; all to get it all to lay perfectly

He also gets super pissy when his hair gets wet

Hes like, “I did NOT wake up early to do my hair for it to be RUINED-“

Hes a bit of diva – like, hes very dramatic and complains a lot

He uses his childhood injury as an excuse to get out of a lot of things all the time

Which would be perfectly acceptable, if he didn’t use that excuse to get out of even the most BASIC chores

‘what do you mean you can’t take your own plate to the sink?’ ‘my ANKLE-“

Pigsy and Tang live together, but Pigsy avoids going into Tang’s room like it’s the damn plague

There might as well be a damn plague in there given all those old history books/scrolls

Tang is also a hoarder and has trouble throwing things away

[thegreatestheaver]

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[wannabevampire]

distracted

okay full disclosure i have never written and fic before and words can’t express how nervous i am! i will try my best! obviously this hasn’t been beta read so you guys are just going to have to deal with it 😁

pairings: steve rodgers x bucky barnes x reader, (future natasha romanoff x reader & implied nat x bucky x steve x reader) {yeah guys this is gonna be filthy oops!} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

dom!steve [hard dom, he’s a lil bit mean] , switch!bucky [very much a soft dom in this!] , sub!reader[very bratty but then very subby!], dom!natasha [need i say more?]

m/m/f - m/f - f/f - m/m <but it’s not very detailed, mostly just implied>)

fem!reader btw!!! <3 she/her pronouns are used!

uhhhh warnings? i think this is how it works

nsfw & smut!! ~ 18+ minors do not interact :] 🧁🎧🪐

teasing, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, kissing (idk if that needs a warning), steve being a mean & making us get up early >:^( 🩰 degradation & humiliation & dumbification (oh my!)

this is very tame compared to future chapters lol

(if this gets any love maybe i’ll make a part 2?)

i think that’s it? lmk if i missed something :]

this is the super dirty and pretty kinky! but everything is completely consensual! casual reminder that fanfics and real life sex and kink are very different! this isn’t met to be realistic lol, don’t squirt on your colleagues <333 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

summary 🎧🫖🕊

You don’t want to go to work today. but skipping just isn’t an option when Captain America is your boyfriend. Not even Bucky gives into your pouting lips and batted eyelashes (no matter how hard he wants to). So naturally you decide to make things a little bit more fun! Apparently Steve and Bucky have a very different idea of what fun means. Because before you know it, they’ve taken the liberty of removing your panties filling both of your holes and sending you off to work! The three of you can only hope the rest of the team doesn’t notice….You wouldn’t want to be a distraction. Everything seems to be going well (aside from orgasm denial and prominent submissive head space you’ve been experiencing all day) That is until Natasha Romanoff sees you, and the moment you two lock eyes you know it’s game over. Will she turn the three of you in??? Will she want to help you out??? Is she angry? turned on? read and find out ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ okay let’s do this…hope you enjoys! this is very self indulgent but i hope everyone likes it!!<3 so without further ado…chapter one of distracted!! ☆ 🎧🧁🕊☁️ ☆ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were having one of those days. You know, the ones when all you want to do is be bossed around and don’t want to make any decisions for yourself? The ones where the last things you want to do is go to work? The ones where you just want to be fucked so hard you forget how to speak english? Yeah you were having THAT kind of day.

6:46am-Tuesday

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Steven shut that damn clock off you’re ruining my dream.” Bucky Barnes said, his voice muffled from the pillow he was pushing his face into.

“Stevie you’re my boyfriend and I love you dearly but if you don’t turn off that alarm i’m going to hire Wanda to magically throw you into the sun.” You mumbled, burrowing your head into Bucky’s chest.

“Mmmm, it’s cute you think you still think you have a say in things like this. Okay get up, we’ve got several meetings today. Oh and don’t forget about mission planning with Nat at 2pm, she mentioned she’s excited to work with you y/n.” He said softly, almost flirtatiously.

You grumbled incoherently. Trying not to whine when Bucky leaves your side. He climbs out of bed and stands up to meet Steve, kissing him gently in the process. Okay that was the last straw, you whimper. Steve made you get up entirely too early, it’s cold, you hate Tuesdays, it’s really cold, you’re going to have to do all the boring work today, did you mention how cold it was? And on top of that both of your boyfriends were insistent on being the most adorable humans in the world, kissing each other with their messy bed head and sleepy smiles. And here you were alone, watching them kiss and feeling incredibly left out, needy, and cold.

“Jamie,,” you begin.

Giving him your best

-either come over here and eat me out or come over here and cuddle me or so help me god i’m going to be needy and clingy as fuck the entire day-

puppy dog eyes.

Bucky gave you a sympathetic look but just shook his head ever so slightly. Trying to communicate that Steve was very much in a Captain America mood today and that it would best to just do as he says.

“Alright enough of that pathetic puppy dog act, get up. Buck ‘n I will make breakfast.” Steve ordered before turning and walking out the door, Bucky close at his heels. Okay yeah he was definitely not feeling like a Stevie today.

‘Alright’ you thought to yourself. ‘He wants to be Cap today? I can work with that.’

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“Holy shit.” Bucky mumbled groggily. Nearly dropping his mug of coffee when he caught a glimpse at your outfit as you bounced into the kitchen.

“Morning Jamie!” You said, seemingly oblivious to the look of absolute lustful shock that played across his features.

After Steve went all ‘mr. dominant-captain america-get out of bed it isn’t that bad- i’m not falling for those puppy eyes- mode’ this morning you took the liberty of playing your own little game.

Quite frankly it wasn’t nearly the dirtiest thing you’d done, but your main priority was to have one of your boys fuck your brains out.

(not that you’d ever tell them but it didn’t take much to wind them up, especially Bucky who had notoriously poor impulse control when it came to his girl).

　　　　　　　 ☆ ☆ J.B.B ☆ ☆

‘Fuck. She’s wearing that goddamn outfit again.’

Bucky thought to himself as he watched you prance into the kitchen. He honestly wished he could say it was just ‘one’ piece of clothing that was making him loose it. But god it was all of it. The barely professional short pleated skirt, the white button up that was dangerously tight around your breasts, the knee high socks, the mary-janes, the little locket that hung innocently from your neck.

Christ when did business attire become so fucking sexy?

Much to his pleasure, this wasn’t the first time you’d worn this specific outfit. It was a biweekly occurrence. But something was different this time…he just could quite place it. maybe it’s a new shirt? maybe you changed your hair? Maybe-

Oh.

Oh christ.

You’re wearing the fucking lingerie. THE matching lingerie set. The one he’d bought you last week. The red lingerie. The lingerie with that ridiculously sexy lace bra, barely there panties, and dainty garters.

He could see the red bra through your white shirt. There was no hiding it. You had undone the first few buttons, meaning if you leaned over it would be game over.

Fuck. How is it possible for someone to look this sexy? You’re incredible, really. But there is absolutely no way he is going to get any work done while you’re all dolled up wearing the fucking lingerie he picked out for you.

He loves you. And he supports you. But there was no way in hell he was letting you out of the house in that. Not today. Not until he gets to fuck you in it first. Then maybe you can wear it out. But that will have to wait. So that leaves only one option.

You’ve gotta change.

　　　　　　　　☆ ☆ S.G.R.☆ ☆

Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be.

It takes Steve about 0.5 seconds to realize what you’re doing. And another 0.5 seconds to come up with a plan.

She looks so damn good though. Shame I’m gonna have to wait to fuck her.

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“Baby-”

“You’re not wearing that out.”

Bucky and Steve start at the same time.

You open your mouth to protest, but shut it immediately after seeing the look on Steve’s face.

Bucky looks at the both of you with wide eyes.

Fine. Time for Plan B.

You think to yourself as you stomp dramatically back into your bedroom.

7:52 am

You had outdone yourself this time. Truly.

They didn’t want you to wear the lingerie? Fine.

I mean you weren’t technically breaking any rules…If anything you were following them! They said to take off the lingerie…and you did!

Alright maybe you were being a little bit bratty. They did both have several meetings today. Plus all of you had to work on that mission plan with Natasha. Today was not a good day to act distracting. But a little fun never hurt anyone!

It’s not like they’re even gonna let you out of the house looking like this. Steve is probably just gonna sigh exasperatedly and fuck you mercilessly on the couch while Bucky lays your head in his lap, stroking your hair and whispering words of praise into your ear. Worst case scenario Steve spanks you and then makes you put on some undergarments before driving the three of you to work.

Yeah everything would be fine! You had this situation completely under control.

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“Christ Jamie please just let me cum!”

Okay so it as it turns out, you did not have anything under control!

“I’ll be good I swear! I’ll change my outfit! I’ll do all your boring paperwork for the rest of the month-fuck that feels so good-Please just let me come!”

Your begging was useless because according to Steve you were “given the opportunity to act like a professional adult” but instead you chose to, how did it put it? oh yeah-

“let that dumb horny brain of yours control all your actions like the stupid fuck toy you are.”

So that’s how you found yourself in this position. Sitting on Bucky’s lap with your back pressed against his chest and your legs spread wide so Steve could watch as Bucky tortured you.

　　　　　　　 ☆ ☆ J.B.B ☆ ☆

With your head attempting to bury itself in his neck Bucky could smell hints of the vanilla-cinnamon-sugar-whatever perfume you were wearing.

He was turned on by the mere smell of you. His hips grinding, searching for any kind of friction.

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Cold. You felt cold. And for once…you didn’t hate it.

The cool feeling of his metal arm rubbing against your clit as his other hand pumped in and out of your hole, desperately attempting (and succeeding) to get you wet enough to put in the toys Steve had picked out for you without lube.

The feeling of Bucky’s dog tags brushing against the back of your neck.

Steve’s -if looks could kill- stare. His cold eyes running up and down your body. Christ, the intensity in that mans eyes would be enough to turn anyone into an absolute puddle of arousal.

Not to mention it was still way too early on a Tuesday and the apartment had yet to warm up. You should really call Tony to help get a new heating system—holy shit that feels amazing—

How is it that every time Bucky fingers you it feels like he’s doing it for the first time again?

Maybe it’s the way he twists his wrist as he fucks you with his hand, allowing him to hit that one spot that makes you see stars.

Maybe it’s the fact that he always knows exactly what to do with his other arm. Playing with your tits, twisting and pulling at your sensitive nipples. Wrapping his hand softly around your neck, never enough to fully choke you or restrict your breath but enough to remind you that he was the one in charge. Letting you suck on his fingers, whether it’s to throat train you, reward you, ground you, or shut you the fuck up- it didn’t matter it was just as hot every time & never failed to make both of you horny as hell. It was different every time with him and yet he never disappoints!

Maybe he’s just magic.

Maybe it’s the absolute filth he whispers to you. Often the perfect match for Steve’s dirty talk.

To put it simply:

James liked to praise you, let you know that you were his, and call you his little angel.

&

Steve liked to degrade you, let you know that you were his, and call you his dumb baby brained little fuck toy.

Put the two of them together? Christ- that’s how you ended up in situations like this.

“Please Bucky i’m begging you i’m so close, just let me come and i’ll never be bad again! I Promise!” You gasp out as you begin to feel your self approaching your peak.

“Hmmm what do you say Captain? Think she deserves it?” Bucky directed his question playfully towards Steve.

“You kiddin’ me? Look at her she’s practically brain dead and she hasn’t even cum yet. No. If we want to get any work done today she can wait until later to make a mess all over your work clothes.”

Steve retorted harshly.

He had his sleeves rolled up and tops three buttons of shirt were undone. The minuscule peaks of his skin were practically sending you into overdrive.

“You sure? She tends to get kinda…dumb? when we don’t let her cum. Makes her all needy and submissive. Plus she did promise to be good…” Bucky trailed off. His gaze breaking away from you to make intense eye contact with Steve. Who’s expression darkened excitedly at his boyfriends decision to push his luck.

Yeah. Today is definitely going to be fun. Steve thought to himself.

“Oh? and what exactly makes you think we can trust a single word that come out of her mouth?”

Bucky Opened his mouth to respond-

Goodness you were so close you could feel it- you were about to cum, and nothing Cap’ had to say about it was gonna stop you. You just needed one last push-

“Shut your mouth Buck’ that was a rhetorical question, God I guess her stupidity is rubbing off on you isn’t it? We can’t trust anything she says because she’s nothing more than a pathetic little bunny, desperate enough that she’ll say anything to get her way. You should know that by now.”

You were almost there. You could feel yourself starting to tip over the edge. You braced yourself, holding onto Bucky’s forearm as his hand continued to pound into your cunt.

Finally…you were about to crash head first into the intense orgasm you’d been chasing throughout this entire ridiculously degrading (and hot) conversation.

Holy fuck- you were right there, it was happening. The knot of pleasure that had been building in your body began to release, as you finally started to-

“Stop. She’s wet enough now. Put in the toys we don’t want to be late for work.”

Steve said as he turned around and walked into the kitchen to grab his jacket.

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was smirking.

What. The. Fuck.

You squirm and whine pathetically as Bucky quickly obeys Steve’s command. Ripping his hand away from your cunt and moving to hold your legs open (knowing if he didn’t you’d just start grinding on him and make yourself cum before he could stop you).

“Sorry lovely…I’ll make it up to you. Pinky promise.” Bucky whispered, grabbing your jaw gently and turning your face to look at him.

He had that stupid adorable smile on his face. His cheeks blushing red as he stuck out his right hand. Offering his pinky to you as a peace offering.

Hmm cute. Steve and Bucky always did love the whole good cop bad cop routine.

“No. No pinky promises. You don’t trust me? I don’t trust you. Now put in the stupid ben wa balls and butt plug so we can get to work.”

You snapped at him, putting on your best intimidating-i’m cross with you right now-scowl.

Much to your dismay his confidence didn’t falter. His eyes darkened slightly and his charming smile turned into more of a mischievous smirk.

“Whatever you say lovely. You know i’d do anything for you.”

James said with a wink, before promptly pushing you off his lap. Causing you to fall the floor with a yelp.

“Alright then, let’s get started shall we?” James said. As he stood over you.

‘Huh’ you thought to yourself ‘I always forget how tall he is. I mean 6’5? God damn! He’s like… if a sky scrapers had incredible sex appeal and really good knife throwing abilities!’

It was at that moment, as he towered over you staring down at you with those heart-stopping gorgeous blue eyes, that you realized…how well and truly fucked you were.

Yeah this was going to be a very interesting day.

　　　　　　　　　

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to be continued….

AHHH OH MY GOD HOLY COW MY FIRST FIC! FIRST CHAPTER IS OFFICIALLY DONE AND I AM SO EXCITED!!!!

i absolutely could not have done this without the support of the lovely wonderful and talent~

@becca-e-barnes @you-expect-too-much

who inspired me to make this fic! It’s based on this ask <3 that i sent to her ages ago!

She was my first follower and friend on her and i’m so very grateful that she puts up with me! luv ya!

extra shout out to @hungryyeyes for sending me asks ilysm <3

there will absolutely 100% be more chapters to this and possibly a alternate version fic ;)

until next time…

xox allie☆♪

[princeanxious]

New au idea just dropped: abducted by aliens + found family; familial anadukeceit addition with a twist:

tw: minor abducted by aliens, mentions of illegal scientific experimentation on a minor, general au theme following the rescues of ppl getting abducted, those are the big ones, lmk if i missed anything!

Virgil and Remus are normal adult humans that are part of a galactic crew that specializes in rescuing aliens that were abducted for black market trade and experimentation purposes and rehabilitating them

Janus is a young teenage human who'd been abducted and experiemented on for two years before his rescue, leaving him half-covered in abnormally healthy scales, sharp fangs and coldblooded-like qualities, and without a way to talk like he used to.(he can growl and hiss and whine ect., but they mostly ruined his ability to mimick sounds without it being painful and thus he cannot actually try to speak without pain.) He's not seen another live human in years, and is way too young to know how to cope with it, so he doesn't trust anything anymore and often comes off as extremely violent because he doesn't know whats a threat and what isnt, and isnt honestly sure hes not experiencing a vivid nightmare half the time.

Cue this team getting a report from a different rescue group about requesting help for a specific rescue from their mostly human rescue team, this time its about a small earth-like dealthworlder that had been discovered and rescued as one of the few surviving aliens from an illegal testing facility.

Report lists it as extremely volitile and hostile, but only when provoked(see: any attempt to interact with it). If left alone, it simply cowers in a corner and cries. There have been efforts to get it to eat that have only been semi successful due to the poor thing seemingly not being able to digest certain foods, and they worry it will simply die of starvation, or loneliness, if they cant get it's condition stable.

The reason theyre requesting Virgil's team is because the original rescue has never seen this kind of alien before, but it looks mostly human and thats the assumption. Humans are known to have high-packbonding instincts, and that persistence for kinship is pretty much this rescue's last hope.

To the humans, its a bit of a far leap seeing as they arent provided with any clear pictures of the thing, but its their job and theyre getting paid to do it, might as well try.

They.. They arent prepared to arrive to the sight of a child. Well, sort of child. A teenager? Whose regardless way too thin and quite too small to look anything but vastly unhealthy.

From his one side of his ribs curled up all the way around one side of his face and down that arm are rich yellow scales, that perhaps look like the healthiest part of him.

He wears a blindfold from his previous containment, and word has it the first alien to try and take it off was met with the worst lash-out yet and was still in recovery. They had kept it on him because he wont let anyone near take it off. It keeps him calm to be sightless, and its unfortunately all they can do to keep him that way.

And well, while Remus has always been the best at taming some of the wilyest deathworld creatures, its actually Virgil who has skill in taming those few labeled 'deadly.'

He sees this 'dangerous' behavior for what it really is.

Fear.

This is a child who is scared, terrified, and lashing out at anything that doesn't feel safe.

So you can imagine the brief uptic in nervous alien chatter from the main observation room when Virgil decides to walk straight into the containment room with no gear, no food, nothing but himself and his jacket.

Its a little jarring to hear a teenager hiss angrily at you, but Virgil used to Be That Teenager, so he doesn't really react. And he can see it when he speaks, using a soft and comforting voice, the way this kid freezes at being spoken to. In a langauge he understands.

"Hey buddy."

There's an immediate growl of uncertainty, pressing himself further away. Disbelief. It cant be, right? It's been 2 years since hes been in a room with another living human, there's no way.

..Right?

"Cmon now, none of that. It's just me here right now. My names Virgil."

He doesn't really want to believe it, that hes hearing another human. But he cant help the instinctual need to turn and hide the scales, the thing that makes him a freak of nature, no human would want him after what had been done to him.

Its a slow back and forth, really. Virgil asking a mundane question and getting some cautious hiss or growl or click in reply. But slowly, ever so slowly, the boy is relaxing.

"Can I reach my hand out? I wont touch you, okay? I want you to reach out too, if you're okay with that. We can move at your pace, okay?"

And maybe he gets a slightly petulant whine, but theres no aggression. Just. stress.

He holds his hand out, palm down, and waits. And is rewarded with an extrsmely shaky hand reaching out and grasping his own with a little fumbling. And then theres a pause, where the boy is taking thw time to register the hand.

Human.

And then the boy is all but flinging himself forward, blindly reaching out with a sob. Maybe some aliens in the observation room tense, but the humans in the room remain completely calm.

And now Virgil has a lap full of entirely too distraught child and no say in the matter, but thats fine. Hes content to just hold the poor thing and let the kid cry it out, god knows he needed this.

They learn this kids name, Janus, through some shake tracing of fingers on skin, then pen to paper. He's barely 16, and was abducted at age 14.

They learn one eye had been tampered with as well to match the scales, but all that was successful was a color change to yellow. It fortunately affects Janus's sight very little, except when hes tired and finds himself with migraines from his eyes being tired.

Janus is a special case, because he cant go back home, not with the things hes seen and experienced, as the galactic rescue is still a bit of a secret to earth. But hes a minor, so he cant very well join the rescue yet, even if he wanted to.

So, Virgil and Remus adopt him. Janus is more than happy about it, despite his struggles to show it.

They have a number of humans and humanoids on their team, one of which is a therapist named Emile(human), and another who is their navigator and unofficial translator named Remy(half-human).

Janus p much gets unofficially adopted by them as well, standing in as the cool uncles most likely, but through them he learns to deal with his trauma, and gets to learn how to communicate via galactic hand-sign language.

Sometimes a family can be a Team Rescue Group Leader, his Danger Tamer Chaotic Boyfriend, and their Half Danger-Noodle Half-Sassy Human Son, and two fun uncles who collectively know how to heal trauma and 47 different ways to say 'fuck you' in alien.

[kemakoshume]

so, let's talk euphoria. now that season two is out i know everyone has a lot of thoughts so i thought... why not add mine to the pot. this is my void, i'll yell into it all i want! :'D

so, there's a lot of points of critique for the show and i wanna go through most of them (at least the ones i have opinions on) and just... hear what you guys think. so, the main criticisms i hear about the show all the time are: 1. omg it's so unrealistic and 2. why couldn't they have set it in college?

addressing the first point: it's not really that unrealistic lol. i think the only unrealistic aspect of the show is that the girls aren't getting dress-coded left and right, but other than that... i'd argue that it's honestly pretty tame in terms of subject matter compared to what goes down in real life.

the "my high school wasn't like that" defense for the hatred of the show goes both ways. just because your personal high school experience wasn't like that doesn't mean other peoples' wasn't, and i think this is probably my least favorite take about the show because it's very dismissive of other people's lived experiences.

[tw for discussions about: drugs, sex, p*dophilia in media, abuse, etc. below the cut. pls lmk if there's something else i need to tag] ~

i went to a relatively big-ish school (one high school, 4000 people) in a relatively small school district. we had our fair share of shit go down, and i know this to be true for other schools that were nearby mine as well. i mean... the first time i saw someone high off of ACID was in the fifth grade. it was in the middle of math class when the come up hit her and sure, i didn't fully process that until i was older, but that just gives you an idea of the shit that occured in my district even though my county was conservative-ish, middle class, and the population was mostly black, latino, white, and asian.

when i hit high school, oh... all bets were off. kids came to school high off of xanax as early as my freshman year. a lot of them had parents who'd been prescribed them and they took their scripts, or they had their own mental health things going on and were prescribed them by a doctor (we had a lot of adderall going around at my school too). kids had water bottles full of vodka and would drink all day at school. i can't count how many times i saw someone eat a weed brownie at lunch and watched the high hit them in the middle of class the next period.

we had a small gonorrhea outbreak amongst some students my freshman year as well, and chlamydia my junior year. sex was a thing that was happening constantly, in all corners of the school, regardless of sexuality or age. i remember hearing two boys getting it on from my classroom because they were being very unsubtle in a nearby bathroom, and there were so many "caught sucking **** in the bathroom" videos that went viral from my school on twitter. obviously that's disgusting because... children... but we, as students, didn't realize how bad it was from that angle because we were stupid kids too.

likewise, i knew plenty of Cassies from my time in school. girls who got their nudes leaked (the vault thing where boys would collect them was indeed a thing at my school and has recently come up again now that we're all adults and now understand 1. how gross that was and 2. that some of those boys, now men, probably still have those photos somewhere), girls who dated a different boy every week to distract from their insecurities and their home lives, and girls who unfortunately got pregnant at young ages and were forced into a similar position as Cassie's character. i personally know four girls who got pregnant in high school, two of which kept the baby, and two who had abortions at fifteen years old. that's not unrealistic just because it didn't happen to you or someone you know.

i knew some Maddys, who found self worth in relationships that weren't healthy and from older men and from validation that was really just sexualization in action because that's what they thought love looked like. i knew girls, and was one, that excused abuse because i thought my part to play in the relationship made it okay. i followed the example modeled to me by my parents just like maddy and landed myself in some bad situations navigating that just like maddy. i had an angry phase like her despite (deep down) being a good person and i thought it was easier to pretend not to care about anything and be vindictive and play games.

i know three Rue's. one of which is my best friend — who is now clean and sober, woohoo — but our high school years were rough on her. she, unfortunately, did not have a mom like rue's who forced her to get treatment, so she masked all her sorrows and mental health things and her assault and so much more with drugs. there were three separate times i almost lost her in those years and many more occurred after we were adults. i don't mind that it's not set in college mainly because of rue's storyline. she wouldn't have been able to be forced to go to rehab, or stay in her hometown, or deal with mandatory NA or having to have an adult sponsor. rue being a minor is integral to her plot in the show. cause you wanna be real about it? if she were an adult and using drugs the way she is in the show now, with no pressures associated with living under her mom's roof, or seeing her sister (that shoulders the weight of her trauma) everyday, or having to go to NA... she'd probably be dead and there'd be no story to even be following.

i know Mckays: dudes who peeked in high school and realized in adulthood that they have nothing of value really (yet) to give now that they're out in the real world. i know a few Kats: girls who started sex work underaged to scrap their way through life for whatever reason. i dont like how the show has gone about her storyline per say, but i dont think it's entirely unrealistic. i can think of four people off the top of my head who i know that got fake IDs that said they were 19 when we were 17 and started dancing at our local strip club(s). i know a few (toned down) Nate Jacobs who had anger issues and repressed sexualities and used women even though they didn't really like them. i know two Fezcos, who started dealing drugs to make their own money because their parents were neglectful. i knew a few Jules, both in terms of being out and trans in high school and trying to find their worth through sexuality and fooling around with older people, and overall just being... a lot.

i've seen plenty of relationships like rue and jules formed out of codependency and shared trauma and a lack of emotional maturity, even now as an adult. i know relationships like the one they're going to build up this season like the one rue and elliot will have, out of a shared loved for destructive behaviors.

i, personally, dabbled in drugs, especially when my health started to decline and my mental health took a noise dive. drugs weren't hard to find despite them not being prevalent in our city because we had a small drug ring within our school made up of a few students. i had sex sort of a lot after i lost my virginity as a junior. i didn't party much, but plenty of my classmates did. we did have things happen like teachers sleeping with students (male and female teachers, coaches, language tutors, etc). it's not that outlandish of subject matter, personally. so, i get it if this wasn't your experience but please stop saying its not realistic at all.

so, all of that being said, i know a lot of people's other issues with the show are 1. its glamorizing addiction and stigmatizing mental health issues and 2. it's sexualizing teenagers.

i'm gonna rapid fire these, honestly, because i dont have the mental energy to go in depth on these right now. 1. it's not glamorizing addiction or mental health issues. it explains that mental health issues can be a basis for addiction, not an inherent cause, and if you think it's glamorizing addiction then im just going to assume we're not watching the same show. we see Rue laying on her back gargling her own vomit while her sister cries because she found her in an OD. they constantly hit home that Rue's drug use and addiction is splitting apart her family. she & her mom fight — even physically — on top of emotionally clashing, and her sister was traumatized.

the christmas special episodes really ram it home that this show is a real deep dive on mental health and addiction and the naiveté of teenage immaturity in adult life circumstances that are forced onto them. if the aesthetics distracted you that badly, that's kind of a personal thing, honestly. because if you look past the pretty colors and the glitter for two seconds, the messages in the show are pretty spelled out. if you dont like the triggering aspects of the show, don't watch it. that's the beauty of streaming, you can turn it off if you don't like it. and teens that are watching it should be monitored better by their parents. we can't stop making any and everything that could be misunderstood or misrepresented by children because ultimately the show isn't exactly for them.

and addressing the last thing, maybe i’m not all up in arms about the sexual aspect of the show because at the end of the day it’s not p of c. it’s adults who look like adults and we’re all aware that — outside of the subversion needed to watch the show — the actors are 20-something year old adults and look like it. no person who’s attracted to children *ick* is going to watch the show and feel anything just because the characters are supposed to be teenagers, because ultimately the actors are still adults and we’re all aware of that. what they do get off on are films like cuties that actually depict real human children in less than savory circumstances (i literally saw one clip of that shit online and blocked every variation of the name cause idc what the message was supposed to be i don’t need to see fucking EIGHT YEAR OLDS shaking their butts and talking about sex). why? because those are actual children being sexualized and i don’t care what the rationale was it’s not okay.

maybe i just don't feel that strongly about this aspect of things because i’m old enough to remember things like... skins, pretty baby, the amy fisher story, the crush, Kids, leon the professional, etc. where actual kids/teenagers were being filmed in very... not okay situations for the sake of 'realism'. THAT is not okay [yhara zayd did an amazing video on the issue about these here]. Kids literally only got made because Harvey fucking Weinstein was at Miramax & started an entirely new company in order to distribute the film as unrated instead of NC-17, so they could keep everything in it without having to take the NC-17 rating. THAT'S a problem. when Alicia Silverstone filmed a topless scene with a body double when she was underaged in 'the babysitter' the director got mad... because he wanted HER on-screen, underaged, topless. THAT'S an issue. so, adults masquerading as teens has it's issues, sure, but that doesn't make them real children and i don't think adults making content in a reminiscent fashion about their formative years automatically means they're doing it to make unsavory content "about kids" ......with no kids involved lol.

at the end of the day, it's a show on an adult network behind a paywall, so all the criticism about how teens are romanticizing the show aren't really valid to me. teens will ignore the core message of literally anything to romanticize it. that doesn't mean the media doesn't have merit because of that. i'd love more representation in the show in terms of skin tones, and the dialogue could be made to sound more natural. other than that, i think this show and Sex Education are probably the only two shows that really don't deserve to be roped into the same conversation as shows like Riverdale or the new Sabrina, or Gossip Girl or whatever else. It falls more in line with shows like Degrassi (except that show was a little less explicit and lacked nudity, as it should be, because the actors were kids) or Skins (except again, those actors were kids so it's not as much as Euphoria is).

you honestly just like the show or you don't at this point, but i think there's a lot more nuance to be had around the discussion of the show and issues people have with it. if you're a lexi in a sea of the euphoria cast members in your real life that's okay, but look at the show with more depth than your own experience. don't watch it if the material is triggering for you and don't ask for it to be canceled just because it's hard for you personally to watch. protect yourself and your peace and watch content that you enjoy.

[enchantedblackrose]

Get You in the End

**Not my picture. Google images**

Get You in the End

Pairing: Jay Halstead/You

Warnings: It's pretty tame. Allusions only. But this is my first shot at the One Chicago fandom, so if you like it please lmk!

It's your first day back from leave. A childhood friend had gotten married over the weekend and you were fortunate enough to secure the time off. Some light travel had been involved, but nothing excessive. Still you had needed a week and a half off. As much as you enjoyed yourself, it was hard being away.

From the job, or from someone you won't let yourself think on it.

You step into the 21st precinct and a small wave of nerves hits your stomach. 'Stop it,' you mentally scold yourself as you smooth the front of your shirt. 

You lock eyes with Sergeant Platt who is at her normal station, behind the front desk. You smile at her as you pass, but she only scoffs. This makes you smile more. She looks down, shaking her head. You are no longer phased by her tough exterior and haven't been for awhile. During the course of your time at the precinct you've come to understand Trudy Platt and even built somewhat of a rapport with her. Of course none of this means she'll greet you with a warm smile.

Up the steps you go to the intelligence unit. It's unusually quiet; no one else appears to be in yet. You head for your desk and sling your jacket over the back of your chair before going to the break room to start the coffee, even though you don't touch the stuff.

"You're back." Startled, his voice makes your heart skip a beat. You turn to find Jay leaning nonchalantly against the threshold. "Did you miss me?" A knowing smirk plays at his lips.

Your eyes dart passed him, scanning for any sign of your coworkers. Spotting no one else you take a step towards him. You look him up and down very carefully, appreciating his fine physique evident through his dark fitted t‐shirt. 

"Not really," you reply with your eyes still fixated on your partner. His smirk falls momentarily before realizing this is you beginning your normal banter with him. "Except...maybe at night. When I was all alone and I had to-"

"Play fair," he warns and then casts a look behind him. 

You shrug. "You started it."

He leaves his spot at the doorway to come near you, but still remains out of reach. Subconsciously you take a step forward, not quite enough to close the gap between the two of you, but enough you feel the electricity you both are putting off. Neither of you can ignore the tension in the air. His eyes travel to your lips. Somehow you both know you're thinking the same thing. You want nothing more than to feel his own pressing against yours. A sigh escapes you. Just being close to Jay is intoxicating to you. You step forward. There's hardly any space keeping him from you.

"We're at work," he whispers.

Your hushed tone matches his. "I know where we are and I haven't done anything."

"But you want to." His smirk is back taunting you. Your lips pursed slightly and trusting that his build is enough to obscure your frame, that's when your hand reaches up slowly grazing his jawline, down and across his defined chest, and further still to his taut abdomen and then finally to his hip. It lingers there. Jay's breath seems to be caught in his throat. 

You rise to your tips toes, bringing your mouth against his ear. Your chest brushes against his and you take the moment to press into him. A low groan escapes him. "Not as much you want me to." Before he reacts, you appear to mess with the tag on his shirt. "You're being watched." You drop down onto your feet. "There ya go. All set!" Your voice is normal and carries out of the breakroom. You pat Jay on the arm innocently enough. As you walk out you say, "I'm not kidding Halstead. You better not have touched my desk!" Glancing back you see Jay occupying himself by pouring coffee into a mug.

"Hey, Mouse. Hey, Al," you call in greeting as you make your way to your desk. Al mutters back something that sounds like good to have you back and already has his head in his paperwork. Mouse on the other hand is still looking at you with a slightly puzzled expression. You wink at him and he instantly puts his head down.

Sitting down, you still find it strange that so many of your colleagues aren't present yet.

"Where is everyone?" You ask no one in particular.

Al answers you. "Antonio is undercover. Atwater and Ruzek are following up on a lead." You cock an eyebrow at that pairing, but say nothing about it. Alvin nods slightly before returning to his work.

"Son of a...Halstead. You really did mess with my desk." You glare at Jay who is now sitting across from you at his own desk.

"Don't know what you're talking about." But of course he's smiling.

"Um yeah, you do. My file on my new potential CI was sitting right here on top. Now it's not."

"You have no proof, detective."

"Spoken like a true perp." You start rifling through papers on your desk. You open your top right desk drawer and there behind several folders and in front of your missing file folder is a yellow sticky note with the words, 'You're beautiful' scrawled across it. You look up to see Jay watching you. Smiling you make sure to press the adhesive against the inside bottom of the drawer. Jay grins.

A familiar, gruff voice calls your last name. Immediately you turn to face your sergeant. Voight is standing by the stairs having just arrived. "You and Halstead head over to Med. Got a vic with a GSW that knows more than she's letting on. Get what you can out of her.  Halstead can brief you about the case on the way."

"Yes, Sarge." Voight begins giving Mouse a list of things to do and you waste no time grabbing your jacket and heading out the door.

Your attraction to your partner doesn't magically fade away, but now it's time to work. You both know this. Jokes, some possible innuendos, and playful touches are sprinkled throughout the day with him when the time allots for it. Mostly the job demands your focus, which you give fully.

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It was a long shift, but all the vics were safe and being treated. Suspects were in custody. It was as close to a win as you got.

You finish the last of your paperwork and stand.

"You know, I could really go for a bacon cheeseburger. I know a great spot near my place. What do you boys say?"

Voight and Al ignore your invite all together. Jay looks at you and nods slightly, but doesn't say anything.

"I'll go!" Mouse declares happily. Jay shoots him a look. "Some other time…?" He amends and Jay nods in approval. You cough to hide a laugh.

"Suit yourselves. See ya boys tomorrow." With that you grab your jacket and head out. 

You reach your car, but don't get in. After a few minutes you see Jay walking towards you. He glances back a few times before he reaches you. Clearing his throat some before speaking to you gives you the idea that he's a tad nervous.

"You don't really want to go get a cheeseburger, do you? That was you inviting me over...right?"

You grin, finding his nervousness very enduring. You've never seen him be so unsure about something. "Possibly, yes. I figured it was a win win and I'd get you in the end either way."

His smile matches your own. "So I'll see you back at your place." He turns to walk away towards his own vehicle. Still grinning you get into your car.

Not even a full ten minutes later you're letting Jay into your apartment. The moment the door closes his lips are on yours. You can't believe this is finally happening. His hands roam your body almost greedily so; he can't get enough of you. You both finally break the kiss long enough to undress each other. Carelessly, clothes fall wherever as you lead Jay to your bedroom. His lips find yours again and with every touch your anticipation grows. You feel Jay's body react as your hands guide his to where you need touched the most.

You lose yourselves completely and somehow it's better than you ever imagined it being. In typical you and Jay fashion, plenty of laughs and playful banter are exchanged even between more moments of pure passion that last long into the night.

[metalheadcowboy]

hi pls say more abt ur purge au omfg also FUCK YES to billy asking if Max can stay at Steves wtf thats so good

HIHIHI!!! PLEASE YOU’RE GOING OT MAKE ME WANT TO WRITE THE WHOLE THINGPIWHVPIWB S H I T

This might literally no sense because it’s kind of ranty and I also apologize for any errors but I was typing super fast lol (Also lmk if I need to put any triggers, I can’t think of anything specific because nothing is really descriptive but just let me know and I can add it on in!! <3):

Anyways, I’m thinking it starts with Billy getting the idea to get Steve involved, because he already knows he wants to kill his dad, but as much as he hates to admit it, killing Neil is a two man job. He would ask Tommy, but Tommy didn’t seem like the type. And maybe Steve didn’t either, but he was pretty sure if there was anyone who could help him kill his own dad in this town it would be Steve ‘nail bat’ Harrington.

Then it goes to him retrieving the gun from his dads old gun safe, the code to which he learned sometime in middle school and has been keeping to himself ‘in case of emergencies’, which really just means for when the right time came to kill the mother fucker he was forced to call ‘dad’ off. So I’m thinking he keeps that in his back pocket (Or maybe a holster, we’ll see if I ever decide to actually go through with writing XD)

Then, he’d go to the garage to grab a manual handheld weapon, which will be an axe that they have for God knows why. Also this is all him having to sneak around to keep a sort of low profile because him and Max were told to stay in their rooms and to not come out no matter what, but obviously if they thought that those two were going to stay inside for the purge??? They were crazy.

Anyways, Billy’d give the axe a few swings to test out the weight and he’d find that he loves it. He loves the weight in his hands, the satisfying sound it makes when it hits something, he’d feel so powerful. Then he’d go get Max, because even if he acts like she means nothing to him she really means a lot to him just because she’s the only one who has ever actually tried to stand up for him and the way his dad treats him. But he has to be sneaky about it, deciding to sneak around the outside of the house and making her climb out the window before they make a made dash to his car.

On their street it’s pretty tame, but to be fair there’s not that many houses, and the houses there were hosted mostly harmless (for the most part) people. But when they got into the main part of town shit was going down. And honestly Billy didn’t think the people of Hawkins had it in them because it’s such a sleepy town, but the way things were looking it seemed as thought they saved all their pent up emotions for this night. There were people running around everywhere. He could spot various small fires, but that was about it before he sped up to an ungodly speed tires squealing into Loch Nora.

When they get there they try to make things as quick as possible, getting out and jogging up to Steve’s door because since there are so many wealthy people here it must be a hot spot, right? At least that’s what Billy has on his mind.

When he first knocks on Steve’s door he feels like such an idiot because of course he’s not going to answer a random knock at his door, he’s not that stupid. So, he’s then try calling out something like ‘Hey, man, it’s Billy’. Which, in hind sight really wasn’t any better because they weren’t even friends so what would make Steve think he was here for his help and not to kill him? He was literally holding an Axe and a gun, I mean what could be more inconspicuous? But then he gets the idea to reveal that he has Max with him which has Steve opening the door in seconds, because he could care less about Billy Hargrove, but Max was just a kid, a damn tough kid at that, but still a kid.

And First Billy’s all like ‘Hey, Harrington’ with his best smirk and once over, not sure himself if he’s sizing Steve up or checking him out and Steve’s pretty sure he doesn’t know either, but that doesn’t matter right now. So, Steve would usher them in before locking everything back up and into place and then I would imagine the conversation would go something like this.

“Listen, this might sound crazy,” Billy said, holding one hand on Max’s shoulder, only for her to quickly brush away.

“Like every idea you have isn’t crazy?” Steve tested, cocking an eyebrow at him. He just watched Billy grin, the same stupid grin that made him want to simultaneously punch him and kiss him until they were both out of breath.

“Shit off and listen, alright?” Billy started, changing the subject back to the matter at hand. Steve could tell he was serious because of his change in expression and tone. This wasn’t just some joke and that was obvious enough, “Max, why don’t you go sit and watch TV or something. ‘M sure Harrington here’s got some sort of fancy surround sound or something like that.”

And Steve really wants to protest but he can’t because Billy’s actually acting civil with Max and it’s kind of sweet.

“I’m not five,” Max protested, crossing her arms.

“Promise I’ll bring back Coke and lots of candy,” Billy bargained, knowing his sisters weak spots.

“The on brand shit?” she asked.

“The on brand shit,” Billy agreed and with that she walked off into the living room without another word.

“You’re pretty good with her,” Steve commented, admiring how well they could get along if they actually tried.

“Yeah, whatever, don’t get all sentimental and sappy on me, I didn’t come here to talk about that.” And with that Steve was serious again, not wanting to test Billy too much, especially tonight.

“I came here because...” Billy started, struggling to get the words out of his mouth, “Because I need your help.”

“Oh, yeah, and why should I help you?” Steve said, apparently completely forgetting about his prior thought of not testing Billy.

“I can give you two reasons,” Billy shot back, placing one hand on the gun in his pocket and using the other the wield the rather heavy axe. Steve didn’t act scared at all, didn’t even glace down before reaching to the side, right next to the door he just shut and grabbing his nail bat.

“Well I have one reason for me not to help you,” he said, trying to act unafraid, though Billy clearly had the upper hand.

“Don’t know if you know how to count big boy, but two is bigger than one.” Steve really didn’t want to back down, or to admit that Billy was right for that matter, but he was, no he put down his defenses and watched the blonde do the same.

“Now that we’ve got that settled,” Billy attempted to get back on track, “I want you to help me kill my dad.” He watched Steve’s expression change into something of horror, but his own remained.

“Your... your dad? Are you fucking mental, we can’t do that!” he exclaimed.

“Course we can, it’s purge night, we can do absolutely anything.”

“You know what I meant, he’s your goddamn dad, Billy.” Steve tried to reason, though there was really no point because Billy had his mind set.

“That means nothing to me. You don’t know what he’s put me through for the past seventeen years of my life. You don’t know how me and Maxine are stuck in a living hell unless you help us out. You want to be a damn hero, Harrington? Well now’s your chance. “

And then Steve would agree and I also want to fit in the line “Bet there’s probably a pretty hefty reward for that pretty little head of yours, shame, I was kind of starting to like it.”

And yeah that’s all I got I mean that’s really just the tip of the iceberg I can give you more if you really want haha. (sorry for errors again this is rushed and I got excited that you wanted to hear more XD)

[gryphsdeadbones]

hey from one nd person to another the comic where fm gordon says a slur seems kind of in poor taste. ik ur not intentionally making light of it and tht occurring in fm should be criticized but while you dont make it out to be a good thing making jokes about it and calling him a "slurboy" is kind of questionable? it makes it seem more like a plotpoint and angst rather than the creator of fm genuinely fucking up in the past (and having moved on from it)! i think exploring fm coming to terms with being nd is a good idea but this isnt the best way to do it. if you want me to explain my point more lmk if/when u post this and i will! someone already made a post abt it but it was kinda strongly worded and i wanted to approach you more calmly because i genuinely dont want to call you out or start drama or anything ;-;

first off thank you for being civil and patient with me i appreciate this ask a lot- also this got long- im not in a flying rage or anything when i bold or emphasis text, i just needed it also for my own readability and since im not the best at wording- hopefully this hellsite works and my response is under the cut

i would like to know how is it in poor taste when freemind explicitly gets clocked at the very end for saying it. the entire point of the comic was to show that saying the r slur has existed in his source and is bad

im not sure how much more direct i can get, with the disclaimer/warning list growing longer and longer and out there for a huge sign that says “this au can get dark as fuck and these subject matters are treated seriously/not something to mess around with.” Like yes, there are some jokes in the asks and other comics, but that specific comic is not supposed to be “haha thats funny”. it has a serious tone using a rough sketch style bc i was super tired and wanted to vent

was it just the direct reference to it that just made people uncomfortable? because thats 100% understandable, and i made sure i tagged it appropriately (although admittedly, a little bit late since i thought the filter would catch at least the main thing)

i think what some people somehow got from it is “exploring sensitive content = endorsing said content” which! that is not the intent! i absolutely do not want people saying that word! I don’t want people thinking that is any way okay for this character to say

its more of a damned if i do address it, damned if i dont.

if it never comes up, people are gonna assume that ‘oh this character says slurs and is shit, surely the creator or fan-creator MUST be okay with it and woobifies freemind and absolves him of any mistakes’ or something like that. no. this asshole has an arc and i want to do it right. its serious and i think it shouldn’t be shoved under the rug

and people just. dont want to read for context for whatever reason. theyll start watching it and get taken aback by the slur and start blaming me ‘hey you never warned for this’ when very early on i keep mentioning over and over ‘you dont have to watch it if you dont want to! This has slurs and 2000s internet brand humor/style’ You really dont, I’m not forcing you to watch it- Literally all you need to know is either canon half life or hl/vrai. thats it. fm mostly follows hl1 with very slight changes.

so i had to make something that:

1. warns people who arent aware and dont want to go through my asks or about/warning pages (for whatever reason) and just want to see the art

2. also NOT downplay freemind’s canon assholery. listen, i kinda despise writing mean and cruel characters, theyre hard to do, and a lot of people get shit for doing it wrong or people going “character = author”

i’ve also considered leaving the bubbles blank, but then people could fill it with whatever they want, then blame me for being vague. or they’d fill it in with a different kind of slur that freemind has never used, even if he MIGHT be the type to do that. I needed to explicitly mention that it is ableist slur. There are shitty racist and other problematic jokes, but never those kinds of extreme racial slurs to my knowledge.

Although I do see your point that maybe joking about it outside of the serious stuff might not be the best route. The slurboy jokes are getting stale, and I will try a better way to remind people.

The thing that gets to me is that it feels people are more than ready to defend either Ross Scott or Gordon Freeman the fictonal character himself. I don’t??? really care for Ross Scott, so I don’t know if he’s ever brought it up specifically. I’m not really calling him out or cancelling him. Idc for some white man’s feelings, im only bringing the timeframe of That era and reworking it to fit in This current era.

And I hate to break it to people: Gordon Freeman is a blank slate character, you can project whatever the hell you want on him as long as it’s not freakshit illegal garbage. The machinimas (fm, hl/vrai) do have SOME characterization that I want to nail down. It fucking sucks when characters are ooc, and I’m trying not to do that, even if it means sacrificing some comfort. But still mostly staying in my comfort zone if that makes sense

Now about the callout that I do not want to engage with the op directly:

Honestly im very surprised the comic was called out when i just. thought my stuff is relatively tame on exploring the bad shit canon freemind does. ive seen him in fancontent where they really dont hold back and its still played off as ‘kinda funny’ tone.

I really don’t know if people just want any reason to hate me for whatever reason. That’s fine I guess, I can’t please everyone and they dont have to like me.

But like. isn’t it so much easier for the op of that to block me and the post and move on. Why kick up such a fuss. I can see that thinly veiled death threat of a vague. That’s pretty fucked up- Like holy fucking god, you do not have to like my stuff. I’m not holding you at knifepoint to like my stuff. I’ve specifically made two different tags (one general au, one specific au) if anyone wants to blacklist it for their own reasons I do not need to know. I don’t want to know.

You’re allowed to be uncomfortable. You’re allowed to unfollow/blacklist/block.

However you just don’t go ranting about it for something you horribly misinterpreted. If it bothers you so badly, literally just. drop me a message to clarify. thats it. or save yourself the time and block me.

I’ve blocked the op for both our sakes, but if anyone wants to send this post to them, then thats fine. I don’t want anything to do with them.

I don’t want to link the post and blow it up. I just want shit clarified, dropped and we can move the fuck on with our lives. 

If you’re reading this and don’t know what the post is, please don’t bother. I do not want people going after the op with threats, please keep it civil, I’d prefer if you don’t engage with the post at all on my behalf.

Despite this huge wall of text, I do not want this to be a big deal, so please don’t ask me about the details.

_

As for anon, feel free to dm me either on here or. Maybe on discord if you’d still like to suggest or have something more cleared up. I’m still willing to hear any kind of feedback, and i want to thank you again for being reasonable about this

[dredshirtroberts]

Tagged by @tumbleweedtech!!

What is your total word count on AO3?

Oh thank god you're asking me to look there where they calculate it for me so i don't have to try and figure it out across all eleventy-million of my fucking WIPs xD.

uhhhhh looks like...274,424 heh. that's lower than i thought but then again I post very little of what i actually write so...

How many fandoms have you written for?

On AO3? if I lump the related ones together (which i do) it's 4. If we're talking across the board in general? uh...f u c k. there's so much i haven't posted or thought about posting yet. just go ahead and like. add ten more on top of the four fandoms on AO3 i think that's about close if we're counting crossovers and inspired-bys

What were your top 5 fics by kudos?

Right Back to the Beginning

Constellations

Please, What?

Spearwort, Iris and Ash: Spearwort Yellow for Joy

Lia & Em's Adventure In Thedas Part I: The Wrath of Heaven

Do you respond to comments - why, why not?

I... want to? I try sometimes, if someone's comment touches me or came at a particularly bad time. It's overwhelming to respond to people - I'm a lurker by nature and never really grew out of the habit of teen-me knowing i wasn't supposed to be looking at the fics i was reading and so i wouldn't interact with them or the authors at all. So it can be hard to like. reconcile that I'm a fully grown adult person who is allowed to not only read and write what i enjoy but also that like. other adult people are reading and enjoying what i write? and that they'd want to tell me? I admit to also falling out of what little habit i'd started due to continued weirdly critical (yet not *negative*) comments that just. rub me the wrong way so I can't figure out how to respond? yeah.

What's your fic with the angsty-est ending?

Again I guess if we're going by what's actually posted, I'd probably have to say the Super Fucking Old fic I added from my FF.net days: A Late Summer Afternoon (hopefully that's the right link - sometimes copy and paste doesn't work the way i want). warnings for MCD. I...imagine you might be able to pick up on why that one's my angstiest ending xD I generally try to like. end my stories on a positive note? even if it's not all better yet - so the second angstiest would be Color of Your Eyes or Have This probably. Likely more Have This over Color of Your Eyes but they're both relatively tame as compared to my earliest writing xD

Do you write crossovers?

Uh...yes but i haven't posted any yet. Most of the reason nothing I write gets posted is because I am incapable of writing small projects and I get nervous about posting chapters before i know where i story is going yet because i feel like i can't edit if it's been posted? Anyway I'm going to try and get over that eventually. Not right now, though. I still have to edit some stuff.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Hate is a strong word. I...assume most people who have commented mean well, regardless of how their comments may come off to me on my end. Several have rubbed me the wrong way due to phrasing and an inability to read tone over text-based communication, but I refuse to believe they would have kept reading if they didn't like most of the story. Certainly it has been generally positive feedback across the board so I don't feel comfortable at all calling any negative comments i've received (intentional or not) "hate"

Have you ever had a story stolen?

As far as I'm aware, no. Thankfully I tend to write shit that people just don't care that much about so I'm pretty safe I think. Watch that come bite me in the ass xD

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah. I hope one day to be proficient in my target language and will be able to translate my own fics myself but see aforementioned note about how no one really cares that much about what i write xD it won't happen unless i do it myself.

What is your all time favourite pairing?

You want me? to pick favorites? in THIS economy?

What is a fic you would like to finish but don't think you ever will?

currently none are looking like "never gonna finish"es which is good. RBttB sat unfinished for a long while and I probably won't polish the ending on that one, but it's technically done. I also don't want to finish that one either so. it wouldn't have fulfilled the requirements of the question.

Writing strengths?

You want me? to compliment myself? in THIS econo- alright alright i know, it's a terrible joke. Uh...I understand i'm pretty good at smut. and descriptions? i think? I feel like my humor is unparalleled but that's also because i'm pretty sure i'm the funniest person in my apartment (we'll just casually not mention i live alone...) Seamless integration of current and historical memes? Puns? i don't know. i am super confident about writing but i couldn't tell you for sure what i'm actually strong at.

Writing weaknesses?

uh. Getting anything finished. endings. d i a l o g u e. writing. flow. pacing. repetition. writing. see what i did there? i told you my humor was awesome. no but really i struggle with actually starting to write and then it ends up being a lot of me repeating myself a bunch until i find the sentence or four that work best. and like. my pacing is weird so it can be hard to...figure out what i'm trying to say? oh and commas. i use commas wrong.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?

I enjoy the shit out of it. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea but I try really hard to get it right. if I'm not 100% positive it's correct I will change the whole sentence. mostly because i only know a handful of people who know languages other than English and I am bad at reaching out for help when I need it. mostly the second part though.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

YuYu Hakusho! A friend and I wrote this epic fucking self-insert not-quite-isekai style fanfic back and forth in notebooks back in the 6th grade (which was about...oh. nearly 20 years ago jesus i'm old). Only one of my notebooks survived when she decided anime was demons and the devil trying to tempt her away from Jesus so a lot of the story was lost. It was also in pencil so it's half worn out of the notebook as it is. then there was the phase i went through where i decided i could make my notebooks more interesting by cutting them into shapes which lost me a bit of text in the margins that i'd forgotten about... look we're mostly lucky i had it at all or that i've kept it all these years. Why do i still have it?...hm.

What's your favourite fic?

Of mine? So far it's probably a toss-up between Spearwort, Iris and Ash and Lia & Em's Adventure in Thedas. you know. My two biggest projects Oh...oh possibly also the Current-Reworking-The-Title fic I've started that I've not posted anything of yet in the Arcana fandom. Which is also a huge major project. I don't write small if I can help it, apparently.

of someone else's? You want me? to choose favorites? in THIS- yes i know that's the same joke three times. I think it changes based on what I need most out of my fic reading experience. I have an extensive bookmark collection on AO3. one of them in there's probably holding a spot as favorite, most likely.

Tagging: @concertconfetti, @daughterofdungeonbat, and anyone else who wants to do this! If you want a specific tag to do this, please LMK and i'll tag you <33

[kookie-uris]

You're Amazing, Eddie Kaspbrak

this fic is based on a post made about Eddie being really good at singing, specifically the song chandelier by sia, and Richie walking in on him singing it.

two people already wrote something way more amazing than this garbage in the comments of the post but I still wanted to write a fic based on it because I said I would and it's cute as hell and I'm a singer so I like this stuff lol

I tagged all of the people who commented that they wanted a fic because I didn't know what else to do lmao. I'm new to writing on tumblr so lmk if you want me to untag you and I will

this is my first fic ever, enjoy xx

--

Let's get one thing straight. Eddie did not intend to end up hiding in a bathroom stall. It was Stan's fault.

Stan was extremely talented in the musical field, as humble as he would try and be. He had taken piano lessons since he was a kid, and had gotten amazing over the years. Eddie never thought Stan would need anybody's help with things regarding music. Especially Eddie's. But here he was.

Eddie liked to sing. He sang a lot when he was alone, whether it be in the shower or in his room along to a favorite song. Most of the Losers were unaware of this, mostly because Eddie knew he was terrible, and because he had never been in a situation where he needed to sing in front of anybody.

The only one of his friends that had heard him sing was Stan, and that was because he had caught Eddie in the shower once when he came over to study.

But that was two months ago, and Eddie had nearly forgotten it had happened. Until Stanley came up to him frantically one day during study hall.

Second period study hall was a class that Richie, Ben, Eddie and Stan all had together, and Stan was never late for it, same as his other classes. The three that were present should have known something was up when the bell rang and still no sign of Stan, but they all just waited.

"He might be sick." Ben had suggested. "I was on FaceTime with him last night studying for our history test and he sounded awful."

"He would have texted the group chat. Or at least one of us." Richie contradicted. He did have a point, Eddie thought absentmindedly. Stan always made sure to tell them where he was and, in this case, where he wasn't.

"He's fine." Eddie jumped at a voice behind him. Whipping around, he saw that it belonged to Stan. Richie grinned.

"Nice entrance, Staniel!" He chuckled. Stan rolled his eyes and turned to Eddie.

"I need your help." He said simply. Eddie raised an eyebrow.

"With what?" He asked, but Stan was already pulling him from his seat.

"You'll see, just come with me." Richie waved goodbye but looked confused, along with Ben.

"Hope you don't mind if your mom and I get it on while your gone, Eds. Don't be long!" Richie called out, earring a playful slap from Ben.

Stan lead Eddie down the hallway until they were right outside the music room. "Listen, Eddie, I know this won't exactly be your cup of tea, but I really need your help with this. So hear me out." Stan said cautiously. Eddie shrugged.

"Sure, but again, what is it exactly?" He asked. Stan sighed, clearly exasperated.

"So I haven't played out for anything in forever, since piano is just a fun thing for me and I've only been asked to perform at an event three times. But somehow, Bill's cousin heard me through a video Bill posted on YouTube two months ago and she contacted me yesterday and asked me to play the piano for her at her talent show, which is, of course, tomorrow. Problem is, I don't know the song, and I need somebody to sing along with it to get me used to playing it." Stan explained, clearly worried about the situation. Ben was right, he sounded rough, and looked it, too. There were dark circles under his eyes and his normally tame curls were wild.

"Here's where you come in. I know you know this song, Eddie, I heard you singing it once and you sounded really good, plus you're the only one of the Losers that can carry a damn tune, so just for a few minutes can you help me?"

At first, Eddie was reluctant. But Stan was basically begging him, and it would only be the two of them.

"Okay, sure." Eddie responded, instantly seeing Stan's face light up and watching him let out a long withheld breath.

"Thanks, Eddie. The song is Chandelier by Sia."

Eddie's first thought? Fuck.

He did know that song, yes, but it went pretty high. Even for him, who had what he would consider a fairly high singing voice, that was high. But if Stan needed help, he would do it. Besides, he didn't need to sound good, it's not like anybody would be recording this shit.

He found out, though, that it was easier when he was in the moment. When Stan started playing the piano, a few keys lower because Eddie definitely couldn't sing in Sia's key, Eddie faced away from the piano and closed his eyes, imagining he was all alone again. When he opened his mouth and let the song flood out all the worries of hitting the high notes and keeping his voice from cracking disappeared.

And Eddie was once again reminded how much he loved music.

--

Study hall was boring without Eddie. Richie realized this five minutes after the smaller boy left.

"Hey Ben, what do you think they're up to?" Ben shrugged, looking up from his science textbook.

"Probably just a project." Richie fake yawned.

"Haystack, your fantasies are boring. I think they're having a steamy affair." He wiggled his eyebrows, making Ben smirk.

"Well then, Trashmouth, if you're so invested in this then why don't you go see? Plus, Eddie would never get with Stan." As much as Richie wanted to push it down, this made him hopeful. He knew Stan and Eddie weren't a thing, he just wished Eddie knew how much Richie liked him.

"Ya know, my good fellow, I think I shall." He put on a British accent and started to pack up his bag. Richie never really did much during study hall, he mostly just talked to his friends or watched Netflix on their school issued computers. School was easy for him, so studying was something he didn't need to spend a lot of time doing. Plus, he always felt like he had to be doing something different at all times, so going over notes for 45 minutes wasn't exactly his forte.

As Richie started down the hallway, he realized that he had no clue where exactly he was going. That was, until he heard the singing from the music hallway.

"I feel the love, feel the love

one two three one two three, drink

one two three one two three, drink

one two three one two theee, drink

throw 'em back 'til I lose count"

The smooth male voice filled his ears and instantly made his jaw drop open. Richie knew the Sia song, it was in the radio all the time. He hadn't ever really liked it before, but this, this was so much different. The boy sang with such ease, as if he could sing this song in his sleep. The notes sounded effortless, and Richie made his way down the hallway as if almost in a trance.

If he had thought the beginning of what he heard was good, the chorus struck him like a bullet.

"I'm gonna swing

from the chandelier

from the chandelier

I'm gonna live

like tomorrow doesn't exist

like it doesn't exist"

As Richie approached the doorway, he opened the cracked open door and, if possible, became even more shocked.

The singing boy was Eddie. His Eddie Spaghetti who had never once in all the years Richie had known him sang. At least not to Richie.

"I'm gonna fly

like a bird through the night

feel my tears as they dry"

At this point Richie had seen Stan behind the piano, and he had been noticed by him as well. He didn't seem to mind, just raised his eyebrows and looked back down at his sheet music. But Eddie had no idea that Richie was behind him and falling slowly more in love with him every second.

"Yeah I'm gonna swing

from the chandelier

from the chandelier"

He watched Eddie lift his arms up slightly and spin around towards Richie, eyes still closed and completely in the moment.

"And I'm holding on for dear life

won't look down won't open my - "

Ironically, Eddie opened his eyes at that moment and saw the speechless Richie staring back at him. His face turned a shade of strawberry red and he looked over at Stan panicked. The piano had faded out slowly after Eddie abruptly stopped singing.

"Why'd you stop?" Stan asked, before realizing Eddie had no idea that Richie had joined them.

"Yeah, Eds. That was amazing, damn. I-I had no idea you could-" Richie was cut off by Eddie running past him out of the room. Stan dropped his head down to the piano keys and sighed exasperatedly. But Richie didn't pay him much attention, as he too was sprinting down the hallway after Eddie seconds later.

"Eddie!" He yelled after his friend. Eddie had always been a fast runner, even when he thought that he had asthma.

He eventually caught up with him in the boy's bathroom. Eddie had locked himself in a stall and wouldn't come out.

"Eddie, come on. Why are you hiding in here?" Richie asked, out of breath. He leaned against the bathroom stall and caught his breath.

There was no response from Eddie.

"Come on, Eds. You can't ignore me forever, I know you're in there." Richie taunted.

"Don't call me Eds." Eddie grumbled, unlocking the bathroom stall. Richie stepped away from the stall door, allowing Eddie to walk out.

"You weren't supposed to hear anything. Nobody was. Stupid fucking Stanley." Eddie said, looking down at the ceramic floor tile. Richie inched closer.

"But you don't need to be embarrassed, Eddie. Honestly, that was the best singing I've ever heard." Richie said, softening his usually loud voice.

"Beep beep, Richie." Eddie said, avoiding Richie's gaze persistently.

"No, don't 'beep beep' me. I mean it, Eddie." Richie was right in front of him now. "That was fucking amazing. I can't believe I never knew this about you."

"I'm not exactly good." Eddie finally gave in and looked up at Richie's eyes. "I'm not musically talented like Stan or Mike. I just sing alone."

"But you are, Eddie Spaghe-"

"Don't even think about it Richie." Eddie interrupted with a grin. "You know I hate that." Richie was smiling now, too. He took Eddie's face in his hands, breaking the tension.

"You are amazing, Eddie Kaspbrak. You know that?" Eddie blushed once again, and in a spur of the moment decision pulled Richie's face down and kissed him. It wasn't much, just a peck, but it was enough to light Richie's heart on fire. Before anything more could happen, however, Stanley walked into the bathroom. The two boys moved apart quickly.

"There you fucking are! Are you okay, Eddie?" He asked, glaring at Richie. Eddie looked up at Richie once more and smiled faintly, before turning to Stan.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you wanna sing it again?"

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Let's get one thing straight. Eddie did not intend to fall in love with Richie Tozier that day. It was Stan's fault.

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