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Noah Sebastian x OFC

Alright folks, I think I’m on the other side of this cold. Which unfortunately means I am back at work. Things are going to start getting more serious here, so bear with me.

Moving forward, each chapter will have its own warnings above the normal, so just keep an eye out. As always, thank you for reading. ☺️

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. **STRONG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SA** Please proceed w/ caution.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess

Part 8 - Limits

Three months is not a long time. Not long enough for me to drink in the relationship that now was encompassing the vast majority of my life. I still had my job, my meetings, my daily walks with Angel…but everything else was Noah.

Nights watching movies with him. Days going to his house and just existing while he sat in his studio making music. Standing backstage at random pop up shows they did. Morning showers. Evening cuddles. Very late night sex. Sex all the time? Noah had an incredible sex drive and I was along for the ride.

But today, this truly horrific day, was his last day before he left again on tour. It was panic day. And I couldn’t get out of work. He leaves in the morning for Houston, and is absolutely losing his mind with anxiety.

My phone was going to vibrate off of my desk, so I slipped it into the top drawer and turned my attention back to the clients in front of me.

“I’m so sorry about that, where were we?”

The young couple sat in the chairs in front of my desk, their expression cool and positive. They radiated happiness, love. Jared and Sarah Miller, newlyweds, and visibly elated to be buying their first home. Sarah’s belly sat heavy in her lap, thirty-six weeks into her pregnancy with their first baby.

Their house was closing next week, so we needed to discuss what all needed to be done prior and run their one last statement check.

“You can take that, if you need Mileena. We don’t mind waiting.” Sarah smiled at me warmly, and I felt a tug in my chest when I heard my phone vibrate again.

“Oh, it’s fi-“ Before I could finish, it stopped vibrating, only to begin again half a second later. “Uhm…”

I opened my drawer, looking down to see Noah’s face flashing once again.

“I’m so sorry, it’s my boyfriend. It may be an emergency if he’s calling this much.”

Jared stood up. “No worries! We can run to the car and get Sarah’s snacks, if you don’t mind we eat in here?”

I shook my head. “Not at all! I’ll only be a second.”

“Take your time.” Sarah chirped before they walked out of the office, the door latching behind them.

I slid the newest call open. “Why aren’t you answering?! Are you dying?!”

I had to pull the phone from my ear due to the sheer volume of his voice. “Noah, I’m at work. Not dying.”

“Oh.” His voice calmed down instantly. “Good, because I almost got worried.”

I snorted. “Almost? You’ve called me like, a hundred times!”

He chuckled. “It’s panic day?” He said defensively.

“Panic day or not, babe. I’m with clients.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry. I should’ve known.”

I glanced at my computer screen to a new Teams message.

Sam: Saw your clients left. Wanna get lunch?

I cringed.

Me: They’re coming back. And no, eating in.

I saw the indication he was typing pop up, but disappear a moment later with no new message.

“Listen, babe,” I brought my attention back to Noah. “How about I go to your place after work? I can grab food on the way?”

“I really should focus.”

I laughed. “Cause you’re doing such a great job.”

“You’re right.”

“I’ll see you about six. Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

And we ended the call right as Jared and Sarah walked back in.

I smiled widely and took a breath. “Crisis averted. Now, let’s get you guys this house.”

I sat cross-legged on Noah’s bed, pulling potstickers from the paper box in my hand. Noah was chewing on his food while his fingers clacked at his keyboard, sending last minute emails to his tour manager.

Rick and Morty played on the television, and I idly watched it while letting him have his space. ‘Just having you here makes me feel more calm’ is what he told me, so I’m just existing, letting him have his panic in peace.

Noah had gone to my house this afternoon and picked up Angel after we talked, bringing him back to his place so I didn’t have to stop home after work. I was almost convinced he loved that dog more than me. I’m okay with that.

Noah turned, chow mein noodle hanging out of his lips. I chuckled at the sight, and he turned his lips up in a goofy smile. He slurped the noodle in his mouth and licked his lips. As silly as he is, he’s still absolutely breathtaking.

His muscle shirt showed his arms that were slowly becoming more defined every time I really looked at them. Noah had been filling free time he had going to Muay Thai and Boxing classes, trying to keep off any unnecessary pounds he may put on from his sugar intake. The results were becoming…difficult to not appreciate.

“You done?”

He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “I think so. Nothing left to do but sleep.”

I nodded, satisfied. “Good.” I glanced at my watch, noticing it was already seven-thirty. The first forty-five minutes of me being here was spent trying to calm the anxiety and help him find his favorite jacket that somehow ended up in Jolly’s laundry hamper.

“We’ve got to head out in about an hour.”

His lips turned down in a frown. “Why?”

“I’ve got work in the morning, and you’re leaving at 4 in the morning. You need sleep.”

“Nuh-uh.”

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Noah, unless you have a show, you can barely stay conscious past 10PM. You still have to shower.”

He shrugged. “Don’t care.”

“Mkay, well I care. Because I also have to shower and decompress before bed.” I stood off the bed and piled the empty food containers into the bag they came in, walking it over to the garbage can.

“Take this out tonight, or it’ll be awful when you get back.”

He just stared at me, a look I couldn’t quite place on his face. It made me shift my weight under me, unsure of how to react.

“What? Do I have soy sauce on me?” I wiped at my face, but he just shook his head.

“No.” He then sighed heavily. “We’re going to be gone longer this time.”

My heart pulled. He was right. He’d be gone two and a half months this time, which shouldn’t be long, right? Three months went by so fast…

“I know. But, I’ll be at the show here in October. And you’ll be home a week after that, just in time for your birthday.”

He chewed his bottom lip. I walked over to him, stopping directly in front of his chair.

“Then we’ll spend the holidays together.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, his head leaning into my chest, his arms swallowing my waist. “Christmas, New Year, Thanksgiving.”

He would be going back on tour at the end of January, so we had to take what we could get.

“Can’t you just come with me?”

I chuckled. “I wish, baby.”

I pulled my arms back, gripping either side of his neck to bring his face up to mine, placing a soft kiss on his lips. His arms tightened around me and a soft moan hummed out of him.

“Now,” I pulled my face back and pushed him back into his chair. “sit there quietly, and let me give you your parting gift.”

I sunk down to my knees and watched while he lifted his brows at me, narrowing his eyes.

“Since when do I do what you tell me?” His tone was apprehensive.

I gazed up at him through my lashes, doing my best to look innocent while my hands unzipped his jeans.

“Since I have something you want.” I very dramatically licked my lips, leaving excess saliva on my bottom lip for effect.

He pursed his lips, and gave a curt nod of his head.

“Fair enough.”

I was wrong. I was so wrong. Two-and a half months was crawling. I would assume it felt that way since it had only been two weeks, but it felt like a year.

I had just hung up the phone, Noah having to head into sound check. My lunch break was close to over, so I was already sitting behind my desk, scrolling through emails while I waited for my next client to make their appointment.

My desk phone chimed, and I grabbed the receiver.

“Kline Home Lending, this is Mileena?”

“Are you not logged in to Teams?” Sam’s voice was sharp on the other end.

“I’m on lunch. I haven’t taken Do Not Disturb off yet.”

“Lex wants to see us. Didn’t say why. We need to go now.”

I straightened my back and checked the time. I only had twenty minutes until my next appointment. That didn’t matter, though. When Lex called, you went. He was the President of Kline, and he didn’t make appearances often.

I shot my client a quick text to wait for me in the lobby if I wasn’t back as I walked down the hallway behind Sam toward Lex’s office.

“What do you think he wants?”

Same didn’t turn to respond. “Don’t know. He just asked to see us two.”

What could he possibly need? I kept my nose down, sold my loans, and kept it pushing. I didn’t make waves. Sam, on the other hand…

“Ah! Thank you both for coming on short notice. I won’t keep you too long.”

Sam and I each took a seat in front of Lex’s desk. Our boss, a tall, older man with white hair and his shirt unbuttoned the top two buttons, stood up and rounded the desk, leaning against it.

“I’m certain you don’t know why I’ve brought you here.” We both just nodded. “Right, well I’ll get straight to it.”

He went back to his chair, sitting down and waking his computer. “I assume you’re both familiar with Shamrock Lending?”

“Aren’t they the company that just declared bankruptcy?” I furrowed my brow, my question making him nod.

“Nearly. They’ve backed out of that.” Sam and I looked at each other inquisitively. “We’re absorbing them, including their employees and client base.”

“Why?” Sam sounded unamused.

“Shamrock maintained a prestigious client-base and had great word of mouth. The pandemic killed the business, and with them having been such a small company to begin with, it didn’t cost us much. And now we can retain their clientele, including their celebrity accounts.” He had his chin resting in his hands. “They sold Kelly Clarkson a house last year.”

Sam snorted. “So, what does that have to do with us?”

I had to forcibly not roll my eyes at his disrespectful attitude.

Lex looked intrigued, staring directly at Sam.

“I’m glad you asked, Samuel.” The sound of his full name made Sam visibly straighten. “We need to do something to boost morale for their employees. Shamrock was a family-owned company so most of their staff are…less than thrilled at coming over to Kline.”

“I could understand that.” I empathized.

“Exactly. So we are going to arrange for a company event, something to lighten the spirits. Eating, drinking, and overall merriment.” He pointed at us. “Oh, and live music! That always gets people excited.”

He stood again. “I need you both to organize it. You’re my top performers, so I trust you both to be able to arrange something within the next week or so.”

My eyes widened. We had to what?!

“With all due respect sir, but when you say organize?”

“Find a venue, get catering, hire a band, all that jazz.”

“My family has an estate on a vineyard in Escondido. Perfect for this.” Sam was now smiling confidently. Kiss ass.

Lex snapped. “Wonderful! We need this ready happen by the end of September. The merge is effective as of October 1st.”

I’m so fucked.

The following seven days had been a blur. A long, exhausting, frustrating blur. I had to reschedule so many appointments so Sam and I could work on the event.

Venue was no issue, but we needed catering, entertainment, staff, decorations, which is what Sam and I were currently arguing over.

The amount of arguing we had done over the last week had drained everything out of me. Spending this much time with him was absolutely ungodly. He was so difficult to tolerate, his bravado and over enthusiastic flirting got so far under my skin I could feel it in my bones.

“We need a theme!”

“It’s not junior prom, Sam! We don’t need casino night!”

He scoffed, pacing over the floor in my office while I sat, my fingertips rubbing my temples.

“So it’s just a ‘Hey we get you hate us, but get drunk and have salmon’ party?!’

We were interrupted by the door opening, Chrissy, the janitor, coming to clean my office.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought you guys were gone.” She backed out and closed the door.

“Jesus Christ, what time is it?” I checked my watch. “Ugh, it’s already seven. I’ve got to go.”

“No, no, we need to finish this. The event is in three days.” He pulled his phone out. “I’m ordering some pizza.”

I stood up in protest. “As fun as that sounds, I’ve got to go walk my dog. Or he’ll piss in the house.”

He locked his phone and gave me a disgusting grin. “No worries, we can just finish at your place.”

My face must have mimicked my disdain because he only smiled wider. I groaned and sat back down.

“Fine. Let’s just finish it.”

I finally swung my front door open at 9PM, exhaustion and agitation fueling me the entire ride home. Angel met me at the door, eyes big, obviously concerned for my whereabouts. He's never left alone quite this long, more so these last few months with Noah picking him up nearly every day.

"Hey baby." He barked in response while I kicked my heels off. "I'm so sorry I was gone so long."

He ran to the back door in response. I dropped my bag right there on the floor, slipping my slides on and striding to let Angel out.

I stepped outside with him, watching as he disappeared near the trees in the corner of the yard, undoubtedly relieving himself. I stayed on the wooden porch, flopping down into the wooden chair at the table. I slipped a single cigarette out of the pack next to the ashtray and lit the end with a match. I didn't indulge in my nicotine habit often, only in times of severe stress. I bought a pack the day I learned of the event and had smoked one each night after work.

I hadn't told Noah that.

This reminded me that I hadn't heard from him all day. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, taking a long drag from my smoke.

I pressed call as soon as I found his name in my recent list, noticing our last phone call was yesterday afternoon. We hadn't talked hardly at all since Sunday, when the shows became more frequent and my work started taking up all my damn time. Our nightly calls had been skipped a few times now, and we mostly communicated over text. Until now, I hadn't noticed how badly I missed him until I saw his contact photo show up when the phone rang; a picture of him sleeping, Angel stretched out over his stomach, snoozing comfortably on my bed.

I put the phone on speaker and set it on the table, leaning back in my chair.

"Hello?" His voice that came through was loud. There was a ton of background noise and voices. There was also some kind of music. Music I didn't recognize - heavy bass drums, some kind of high-pitched synth, with rhythmic reverb. Club music?

"Hey babe. What're you doing?" I could hear shuffling on the other end.

"What?" He couldn't hear me. "Hang on, babe. One sec." The phone then went completely silent, evidently muted.

After a few moments, I could hear sound again, but it was much quieter. "Hey babe, I'm sorry. I couldn't hear shit in there."

"What are you doing?" My voice was sharp, which I wasn't sure if it was due to me being wildly suspicious all of a sudden, or the frustration bleeding over from work.

"Oh, uh, after the show the guys wanted to stop off at this place on our way back to the hotel." His voice sounded intentionally nonchalant.

"What kind of place?"

He was quiet. Too fucking quiet.

"Babe, don't freak out." He sighed heavily. "It's a bar, and look-"

"You're at a fucking bar?!" I stood up, dropping my cigarette into the ashtray.

"Babe, please don't yell at me." I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose, forcibly evening out my voice.

"Noah, why the hell are you at a bar?" I said through gritted teeth.

"It's one of the guys' in ERRA's birthday tonight. We're just here to celebrate. I'm going to be fine." He was annoyed, I could hear it. I was 'sponsor'-ing him, but I didn't fucking care.

"Please don't drink, Noah." He groaned.

"I won't, Leena." His voice was slightly venomous. This bothered me. How could he not understand why I was upset by this? It was a valid fucking reason to be upset. He was right on top of earning his 6-month chip.

"Good. Because I swear to God, I will snatch those chips away from you so fucking fast."

He didn't even breathe. "Nick is here. He'll keep me straight."

"He's not drinking?"

"No."

"Okay." I sat back down.

"I'll call you when I get back to the hotel and after I shower."

"Okay." I picked my cigarette back up. "I love you."

"Love you too." Click. My heart tugged. It felt wrong.

When he finally called me, I was already half asleep. I had showered, finished getting ready for bed, and began fading while watching Supernatural. It was typically unheard of for me to pass out so early, but I was positively exhausted.

My phone began singing next to my face, and I moaned in defeat. I just wanted to be unconscious.

"Hey." My voice was thick with sleep.

"Hey, were you sleeping?" His voice sounded pretty sleepy too. It was past his bedtime.

"I was, but I'm fine." I sat up in bed. I ran a hand over Angel, who was now sound asleep in Noah's spot on my bed.

"Mmm. How was your day?"

I leaned back on my pillows, yawning. "It was long. Had to stay late again."

"With Sam?"

This made me snap to attention. The bite in his tone startled me. "Yeah, unfortunately."

"Hmm." He was making a lot of humming noises tonight. "Been spending a lot of time with him, yeah?"

You're fucking kidding. Noah was not getting jealous...of Shithead Sam?!

"Not voluntarily. We just had to get this event worked out."

"And did you?" He was still so serious. Nothing like what I was used to with Noah.

"Yes." My words were slow, still in disbelief at his attitude. "The event is on Saturday over in the valley. I'll be driving down there Saturday morning to make sure it gets set up."

"Well, I'm sure he'll meet you there."

I had about enough.

"Noah, what's your problem?" I was serious now, over whatever bullshit game it was he was playing.

"I don't have one." He paused. "Do you?"

Is he instigating an argument? "I didn't think so, but you're acting weird." I sighed. "I don't like it."

I heard him breathe, a sigh, maybe? "I'm sorry."

I didn't respond.

"I don't know, I just don't like that guy."

I sat up, pausing the television. "I know you don't. Neither do I. But why be rude to me over it?"

"Well, you spending so much time with him bothers me."

"...and?" I furrowed my brow, bewildered. "I can't help that we got put on this project together."

He snickered. "I mean..." He trailed off.

"What?" I dared him.

"You could have said no."

My jaw dropped. Was he for fucking real? "How do you figure? The President of the company I work for tells me to organize an event, and I just...what? Decline?"

"Pretty much."

I shook my head, absolutely flabbergasted. "Are you fucking joking?" My voice was raised.

"I asked you not to yell at me."

I swung my legs over the bed and began pacing. "Well, that's hard to do when you're acting like this."

"Like what?" His voice was so even, so calm. It was getting under my skin.

"Like a jealous boyfriend!"

He was silent for a minute. "Am I not?"

"Oh my fucking God, Noah! You have nothing to be jealous about!" I was now laughing, but not because it was funny, but because it was so ridiculous. "The guy is fucking putrid!"

"So I've heard." That evenness in his tone was going to kill me, or get him killed if I get my hands on him. I knew that bullshit. It was manipulative, which up until this point, I didn't think Noah was. He had never acted like this before.

"Noah, you don't fucking get it. He's the opposite of attractive. He reminds me of my ex." I had never admitted that before, to him or myself. I didn't think about him often.

"Right, yeah. The ex-boyfriend you never want to talk about. Got it." There was a slight inflection in his voice. Good. At least I know he isn't a robot.

He was just a fucking asshole.

My voice was calm now, still as standing fucking water. "That's correct."

"Leaves me with lots of questions, Mileena."

Who the fuck was this douchebag on the phone with me? What piece of garbage was I talking to? It wasn't Noah. Not my Noah.

"I'm hanging up." My hand was shaking now.

"Sure, yeah, ignore the problem." He was getting worked up. I couldn't tell if that was better or worse.

"No, I'm just not letting this go any further." I took a breath to keep voice even. "You should get some rest."

"No, c'mon, let's talk about it! You always want to know about me and my fucking skeletons in the closet! Where's yours? What's the big fucking secret? Why do I have to pull fucking teeth to get you to fucking talk about your ex? Or your drinking? Or anything fucking personal?!" He was full-blown screaming now, and I was frozen solid.

He wasn't wrong. I always avoided talking about Jeremy, at all God damn costs. He enabled my drinking, he set back my sobriety, and that was the mild stuff.

"Noah...please stop." My voice was cracking now.

"Whatever. So much for a trusting fucking relationship."

That was it. That broke the dam. That sent me spiraling.

"Are you fucking KIDDING me?! You call me, start a fucking fight, and then have the audacity to say I can't be trusted you fucking bastard?! Why? Because I don't want to talk about the asshole that drove me to drink because he was abusing me so badly?! Who slapped me around so much that only the alcohol made it bearable?! Back when I tried to kill myself, couldn't because I was so God damn drunk, and ended up going back to him because he convinced me no one else would ever love me?!"

I couldn't stop. He flipped the switch and you can't just undo that.

"Fuck you, Noah! Fuck you and your bullshit jealousy and trust issues!" Tears were streaming down my face, blurring my vision. Somewhere, I felt Angel's nose pressing into the side of my leg. "Now go the fuck to sleep before I tell you to go to hell instead!"

I ended the call, before he could respond. My shaky hands frantically turned my phone off before I could receive a text or a call back.

I had put my phone on vibrate all day Friday, spending the majority of the day in my bed sulking. I didn't want to talk to anyone; Laura, my Dad, most importantly, Noah. Anytime I thought about it, I started crying. I laid in bed, only getting up to let Angel out and get snacks from the kitchen. I laid in bed, watching comedy movies to try and relieve my mind.

It wasn't until I woke up Saturday morning that I finally read all of the missed texts.

The night of the fight:

Noah: Leena I'm such a fcking asshole. I'm sorry. Pleese call me back.

Noah: Babe I don't even know what got into m please.

Noah: Yourr phone is going straigt to voicemail. I guess you turned it off. I'm going to sleep now. I love you. Call me please?

Friday morning:

Noah: Is your phone back on?

Noah: Guess not.

Noah: Leena, please call me. I feel sick thinking about how dumb I was being. I promise I will never do that again. I swear. Please just respond to me.

Nick: Leena, Noah won't stop asking me to text you. Please call him.

Noah: I'm about to cancel the show tonight and fly home. Please Leena.

Noah: Nick said I can't cancel the show. Too short notice. Please call me. I need to hear your voice.

Friday evening:

Noah: Look, I've tried really hard to be patient but I'm starting to freak out. Babe, please. I was stupid. I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do anything like that again. I have no idea what got into me.

Noah: I'm going to quit texting now. I'm sorry. I can't tell you how sorry. Call me when you're ready. I love you so much, more than you'll ever know Leena. Always.

I sighed hard. I wasn't angry anymore, mostly just hurt. I really wanted Noah to be different, but after the way he was talking, it was hard to believe. Nothing made sense. In five months, he had not spoken like that to me at all. He was always so laid back, even about things that bothered him.

Something was wrong. Something was different.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to ponder it, as I had to get ready to drive to Escondido and get this hellscape of a day over with.

I decided to send him a response, but not give too much.

Me: I love you too. We'll talk tonight. Have a good show.

All things considered, the vineyard was absolutely stunning. The event was exactly how we planned, music elegant but still upbeat. The food was high-class, Kline sparing no expense. People were swaying and mingling, their drinks from the open bar settling nicely into their systems.

I was stood on a hill just out of sight of the happenings down by the massive estate home, overlooking the winery. Vines upon vines of grapes grew, causing such an incredible landscape while the sun began to set over the hills. It soothed the ache in my soul.

I heard footsteps approaching behind me, and gauging the weight of them, I rolled my eyes, knowing my moment was spoiled.

"Too good for the party?" I sighed. Sam's voice was the same as always, condescending and arrogant.

I turned, my long, olive green dress twisting at the skirt. "Nope, just taking a breather."

"Is it hard? Being around people drinking?" For once, he didn't sound like he was being judgmental, and it caught me off guard.

I shook my head lightly. "No. Not really anymore."

He nodded, standing next to me with his hands in his pockets.

"Hell of a view."

I shrugged. "It is."

He nudged my shoulder, gesturing over to a stable to his left. "Want to go see the horses?"

I smirked. "I'm okay, thank you."

He narrowed his eyes at me playfully. "C'mon, girl. Everyone loves horses!"

I chuckled. I contemplated this for a moment. I do love horses, having ridden many when I was younger.

Sam began stalking toward the barn, waving me along. "Just for a minute. You'll love them!"

I rolled my eyes, but still, I stomped after him, my heels nearly sinking into the grass beneath me.

He pulled the door open, the familiar smell of hay and feed hitting me in the nostrils. It was a comforting smell, reminding me of the horses my Dad helped tend when I was a little girl.

He walked into one of the stalls. "This one," he pulled on a rein, a stunning black horse peering out of the stall. I was drawn, walking up to her and smiling. "is mine. Her name is Onyx."

Her large nose pressed into my hand. I ran a hand up her face, reveling in the feel of her silky fur.

"She's amazing." I was in awe.

"Yeah, she's a good girl. Rides like a champ." I nodded.

"I'll bet she does." I backed away from her, peering over at Sam.

"You want to see another?" I nodded, a soft smile on my face.

He waved me down the stable, opening a stall at the end. "Come on."

I didn't see a horse, but I stepped in front of the door, confused. Sam was gone, and the stall was empty. I took a step forward just beyond the door, puzzled.

"Sam?"

It was at that exact second, a hand clapped over my mouth from behind, and a large, thick arm came to snake around me around the waist, holding my arms down to my sides and pulling me in close.

Sam had me pinned, his body pressed against my back, as I began writhing and struggling beneath him. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

I struggled as hard as I could, working my arms around in an attempt to get free. I felt his breath on the side of my face, his voice low and hushed.

"Shh, hang on there, girl. Wouldn't want anyone to know we're in here." I screamed against his hand, forcing him to clamp down harder, giving the feeling that my jaw may break.

Please, fucking, please, no.

"You've been playing this 'hard to get' bullshit for so long. It was about time we finally made it happen, huh?"

His hand over my mouth slid down to my neck, squeezing so tight that my vision began turning fuzzy.

I choked hard, trying like hell to get words out. "S-Sam, please, d-don't."

He had turned us around, pushing me against the wall of the stable. His hand that wasn't holding my throat was roaming up my skirt, his giant palm under my dress and tugging at my underwear. I thrashed again, trying like hell to get an inch so I could slip out of his grasp. It was futile. He had me, I was trapped.

I felt his fingers slipping into the hem of my panties, sneaking underneath. His hands violated me, making hot tears pour out of my eyes. I squeezed them shut, trying to just focus on having enough air to stay conscious. If I pass out, it's over.

I ignored his hands on me, and focused. His feet. His feet were the only shot I had.

I shifted my weight onto my other leg, realizing his was immediately behind mine, using both legs to keep mine spread.

I lifted my foot, and with as much force as I could muster, I jammed my heel into top of his foot, causing him to jump back, his hands releasing me at once. Without hesitation, once my arms were free, I reached my elbow back, connecting it with his face. I felt something crunch beneath my arm, but I didn't care.

As soon as he was no longer on top of me, I ran. I booked straight out of the barn, my vision slowly returning.

I was running back toward the party, up the hill. That's when I stopped. My dress was ripped on the strap, my hair was tangled up, and my makeup had to be running down my face. I was a mess. I looked insane.

I had to get the hell out.

I began sprinting to the parking lot, passing several people on my way but not stopping. I ran to my car that, thankfully, I had left unlocked, keys in the visor. I turned the engine over and tore out of the parking lot.

I didn't care that I blew past multiple stop signs. I pulled onto the interstate and drove. I drove until I couldn't see the winery behind me. Until I could barely see at all because my eyes were watering so badly. My breathing was so sporadic. My hands were screaming with how tight I had been gripping the steering wheel.

I finally snapped out of my state, realizing I needed to stop.

I pulled off on the next exit, finding a rest stop just off the highway and pulled into the parking lot. I sat there, staring out of the windshield, tears streaming, trying to calm my breathing.

It took me a moment to realize I had stopped, and for my brain to begin functioning again.

I picked up my phone, opening it and ignoring texts and missed calls and going straight to my contacts.

I pressed 'Call' and waited for the line to pick up.

"Hey babes, what's up?" Laura's voice rang through the line.

"I need help."

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #fanfic

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milkistay · 2 years

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what STRAY KIDS would do on valentine’s day

pairing. skz x gn!reader

format. headcanons

chan

fancy dinner date

something about chan gives the impression that he’d really like doing the whole Dressing Up And Going Out extravaganza for valentine’s day. white tablecloths, gold champagne, decorative red rose centerpiece; chan’s gaze on you, thick with adoration, illuminated by the candlelight; a small, special gift handed to you shyly. he giggles at the cheesiness of it all but you look incredible and he’s never been more in love.

minho

home date

you best believe minho has a whole menu planned for you. multiple courses. drinks. sides. desserts. you spend the early evening as the sous chef, handing him spices and wooden spoons while pressing quick kisses to his cheek (he smiles every time). it’s sickeningly domestic. the dinner tastes fantastic of course, but not better than how the blush on minho’s face looks when you pay him the nth compliment of the night. you end the date on the couch, holding each other close and playing stupid games to decide who cleans up (you clean up together anyway).

changbin

chill dinner date

changbin adores taking his loved ones out to restaurants. he’d love to pick a old favorite spot or somewhere new and spend the evening sharing dishes with you and talking about anything and everything in your lives. and by the end of the night, when you’re both full of pasta or sushi or samgyeopsal, you’ll walk home together and changbin, ever so the gentleman, will drape his jacket over your shoulders. he lies in bed later, smiling at all the photos he took of you.

hyunjin

museum date

typical of our sweet hyunjin to want to take you to a museum. the winter rain is drumming on the windows but you’re protected by the quiet serenity of the museum. hyunjin leads you from room to room, holding your hand, and stops in front of every piece depicting two lovers, whispering, “that looks like us,” with a smile. and you listen, happily, when he begins to give you an art history 101 lesson because his eyes light up so beautifully. and when you finally leave, you duck into a small ramen shop and warm up while hyunjin flips through the new art book you bought him at the gift shop.

jisung

café date

what’s sweeter than a cold, winter morning spent inside a café sipping warm drinks with jisung? doing all of that one valentine’s day! jisung insists on trying their holiday specials (just a normal latte but with heart sprinkles or iced tea dyed pink and red) as you claim a small table in the corner, nothing in the world to care about expect for the loved one in front of you. it’s cozy, it’s familiar, it’s jisung’s favorite morning of the whole month.

felix

picnic date

felix is ever so endearing when he packs a bag with lunch and drinks and desserts and finds a perfect spot at the park—just under the light scatter of shade from a nearby tree. he lays his head in your lap while you play with his hair and the sun peeks through the leaves, golden spots across his cheeks. he brings flowers and chocolates, of course, along with a heart-shaped card that’s filled with his handwritten notes on all the things he loves about you (he writes small and squeezes words in every space, but he still runs out of surface area). a perfect afternoon spent, in his professional opinion.

seungmin

movie date

honestly, it doesn’t matter which movie you watch because you barely end up even watching it. instead, cuddled up under one blanket on the couch and sharing each other’s favorite snacks, you and seungmin can’t stop talking long enough to actually pay attention. you’re trading stupid jokes and bits of stories from your weeks. you tell him about how you saw your friends earlier, he tells you about the annoyingly difficult new choreography he has to learn, you tell him about the puppy stuffie you saw in a store that reminded you of him, he tells you about his mom calling him to wish you a happy early birthday and so on and on and on. you fall asleep to the soft hum of the movie and seungmin fiddling with your fingers mindlessly.

jeongin

beach date

unbeknownst to you, jeongin has been planning this for weeks. he carefully selected the perfect beach—secluded, with a breathtaking view of the sea and the shore—and packed a bag with blankets and your convenience store drink of choice. you spend the whole afternoon with your feet in the sand and jeongin’s arm around you, looking out at the horizon and babbling about anything. and then the sun sets, staining the clouds colors of pink and orange, and finally, the constellations return to black sky. under the safety of the night, you and jeongin spill everything—dreams, hopes, silly wishes, sillier fears—and wonder how two people can be so perfect for one another.

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bomber-grl · 10 months

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Gwen Stacy dating hc ❤︎₊ ⊹

Pairing(s): Gwen Stacy x Gn!reader (no gendered pronouns)a lil civilian reader- rest spider/vigilante reader

She’s the best girlfriend ever

If we skip over the angst, but I’ll get into that

She’s incredible and honestly, gives Ramona flowers vibesss

She’s so cool too and if you’re a normal citizen, then boy is it hard to keep the secret of being spider woman from you.

Especially after peter unfortunately died

This made her incredibly scared of what to do next

Should she tell you and risk it? Or should she keep it a secret, possibly destroy your trust and have you end up dying?

I can see her seriously having to fight between choosing her heart or brain and ultimately deciding to tell you.

When she ultimately ends up telling you she’s surprised by how understanding you are and is honestly really touched.

We all know how it ends up going, she goes to the spider society and basically is nowhere to be seen.

So it’s good to say the pain you feel and how lonely it can be without her there.

Of course she’ll go against the spider society’s wishes and try to visit you but ima be real, I don’t see it working out.

Regardless of it, she’ll always see you as her Mary Jane

If you end up meeting her the same time as Miles in the first movie then it’d be difficult getting in touch with her if you’re from another dimension, not a spider society member, or apart of the same dimension as miles.

If you end up getting acquainted again in the second movie she’s so happy to see you again, especially because she finally sees a familiar face.

Anyway, if you’re a spider person then you’ll more than likely meet her after her fight with her dad.

Then, she’s closed off and very obviously doesn’t “want to talk about it”.

(Which she’ll obviously be no matter how u met)

But eventually because of how history repeats itself with members in the spider society- Gwen ends up being able to see herself with you, and besides you.

The way you understand her like no one else does and how your reassurance soothes her more than that of others really ties it all together.

Not to mention how, despite being from different dimensions, you can be anywhere and she’ll still always want to be with you.

Let’s ignore the angst for a second and get into fluff a bit more.

The only reason y’all ever met was because of Hobie

He was your wingman from the start

You’d usually chill in his dimension so when Gwen came along you just went with it

Which ended up being amazing

Most times, not only in hobies but also other dimensions you two swing around, hiding behind the veil of your secret identities.

Most times you quickly go back to civilian form and enjoy restaurants or places that weren’t or didn’t exist yet in your dimensions.

You’d go out to eat and experience new things together.

Of course it’s always fun to go places and be in public-

But it gets incredibly intimate when the two of you are behind closed doors.

You were currently in hobies dimension and after a particularly rough night fighting both you and Gwen settled where she was currently crashing.

“Uhh if you’d like you can go ahead and change over there” was what Gwen said, motioning another room.

“K” and after changing into pjs you returned to her current room with her.

Once she gave you the cue to come in again you tip toed over her stray clothes and shoes and settled in bed next to her.

-A habit that formed due to both your constant nightmares.

The both of you didn’t even need to ask and both ended up cuddling, waking up to Hobie chuckling to himself when the two of y’all got up and realized how you slept.

(I might go into more detail of this scenario but let’s continue)

After that there was definitely tension and it broke after the two of you had enough and confessed.

Now onto background neutral head canons

Ms girl is always going to be there for you, regardless of whether you’re a civilian or not

She absolutely will not have you get hurt and worst, because of her

She’s very flirty too

Mostly when you’re swinging through the cities or just walking through the streets of the city

Her flirting is more teasing than anything

And honestly, it makes you blush the worst

Once you almost even walked into a pole and even fell because you forgot to shoot your web.

She learned from that- but not really

If you’ve got your own room in headquarters/ your dimension then she’ll definitely pop in whenever

Which you really don’t mind at all

Most times you guys just talk about whatever and cuddle on your bed.

She can be pretty cool too

She’ll often back you up even if the situation isn’t a physical one

Although, she tends to be closed off and not really communicate well when things happen.

In this case, things can be really difficult but it tends to work out in the end, especially because of her knowing she could lose you but also you most likely know how she feels.

Now, if the situation were to be the other way around

She’ll probably try and get it out of you, that’s her first response

However, she soon realizes how that’s not helping and opts for giving you space for you to think and breathe.

She could be pretty angst and moody as we all know but she ultimately decides your feelings are more important at the time

Honestly when you’re spending time in different dimensions and cities then she’s dragging you all over the place and showing you everything.

Or, if she hadn’t seen it before then you’re both experiencing these things together.

Of course we’re talking realistically here, so I think it’s best to include holidays into the mix

When it comes to holidays like Christmas, Valentine’s Day, and your birthday, she loves to celebrate

Depending on if you like big parties or not then that’s how it’d go

Regardless of what you like it ends or starts (if you prefer a quieter birthday) with the two of you just lazily lounging around or if wanting to get some adrenaline then you’ll sneak into a dimension with the New York we know and just chill there.

When it comes to kisses I can imagine your first one being sudden and out of nowhere.

You’re both bashful which is a given but it becomes the norm.

Now, she’ll run up to you and kiss you on your cheek and even kiss you while you’re in your spider suites

Honestly, like all relationships there’s ups and downs but it doesn’t really matter, especially with Gwen as your girlfriend.

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Here ya go! @f3r4lfr0gg3r

#gn reader #male reader #female reader #fanfic #fluff #fanfic fluff #across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #gwen stacy #spider gwen #atsv gwen #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x male reader #into the spider verse #itsv #itsv gwen #spider woman

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mayonnaise2004 · 2 months

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Meeting & Dating Patrick Hockstetter Headcannons

(This is one of my darker works, so I apologize in advance for letting my creative mind go.)

(TW for mentions of suicide, Patrick just being fucked up, masochism, intentions of a dog dying :((, slut shaming, manipulation, carving of the skin and let me know if I missed any.)

- The two of you met when you were Henry’s s/o. He wasn’t at all a fan of that.

- the mere thought of someone like you with someone like Henry made him want to rip his hair out. So he took it upon himself to save you.

- It took a lot of paying people, rumours being spread and innocent acts to get Henry to break up with you on the note you had ‘cheated on him with a freshman.’

- He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him a little bit aroused when you came sobbing to him, tears running down your face as you tried to understand who would do something like this.

- Rubbed your back as you cried into his chest, his innocent facade was.. somewhat comforting, you couldn’t go to any other kids. They’d just call you a ‘slut/whore’ and walk away.

- He knew you would be easy to manipulate like this. He could be your goddamn knight in shining armour! :)

- Came to your house every day after school to make sure ‘you were okay’ (and eyed up your dog.)

- He was there for you when Henry bullied you when you replaced poor Beverly Marsh on the so-called ‘practice girl’ list, when your dog went missing.

- So of course you said yes to a date! How bad could he be? He seems to have calmed down! (Stupid you.)

- Don’t expect to ever be in another relationship in Derry. That person will go through hell on earth and back. This goes for him too. He would rather take his own life than be without you.

- Life goes back to normal in the Bowers gang. Patrick freaks Victor and Belch out a bit, and Henry doesn’t care that you're dating his best friend. He still holds a grudge against you of course. So don’t expect to leave hangouts without a few bruises.

- Fear is a big factor in your relationship, the hairspray & lighter come out sometimes. But he would never use it on you. Burns are such a waste of time.

- Watching horror movies at his place while his parents are at the bar. He always keeps a hand on your jaw to keep your head to the screen (and caresses your jawline with his thumb.)

- Swimming in the lake at night

- Sometimes he can be somewhat normal when he puts the switchblade and diy flamethrower away and lays in bed with you.

- He probably carved something to do with himself into your flesh where everyone can see. Whether that be ‘P.H’ with a heart, or just ‘P’; “What’s with the tears? Hm? Look at your wrist, my love. Now you can’t run away.”

- Birthdays are overnighters at your place. You’ll either receive a switchblade or a piece of his jewelry everyone has seen that you complimented.

- quite a fan of PDA, loves to hold you close and whisper things into your ear knowing you can’t run away.

- ‘I would just break up with him’ you’ve tried. So many times. He always threatens you in some way, and being on Officer Bower's good terms he can get away with it.

- “You want to end up like all those people? Missing and forgotten by the world? I keep you safe baby. Remember that.”

- Being with someone like that takes a toll on your mental health. Your parents want you to break up with him but you just can’t.

- Mumbles praise into your skin while you cuddle

- Summer break is terrible for you, being forced to drive around with the Bowers gang feels like a punishment from god.

- But despite your attempts to run away, he loves you. Even if you're a bit difficult sometimes!

- The summer of 1989 was like a boulder being lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t know how to feel about Patrick going missing. Should you look for him? Or let him rot where he belongs after everything he did to you.

- his missing posters were eventually covered up with another, and you tried to heal. But those scars don’t heal. And they won’t go away.

#it 2017 #patrick hockstetter #patrick hocksetter x reader #TW #it 2017 x reader #it 1990 #it 2019 #it 2016

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hellowhisperingstars · 11 months

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Bat Boy

Summary: Eddie asks you an important question.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x VampireGF!Reader

Words: 5K

Warnings: vampires, blood, Eddie gets turned, sad reader backstory, not proofread. I think that's it. Please let me know if I messed anything!

A/N: Happy Halloween everyone!! Here is a sequel to Batty from last year! I did some google searching for some words in different languages that might not be accurate. Please let me know if they are wrong and I will fix them!

Tata = Father (Romanian)

Suflețel = My dear/darling (Romanian)

Anya = Mother (Hungarian)

Ma Cherie = My darling (French)

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3

Batty - Masterlist

“Hey Batty?” Eddie muttered as he cuddled up to you on the couch in his trailer. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, baby.” You said putting down the book you had been reading. “What's on your mind my love. You look conflicted.”

“I’ve been thinking,” He said as he pulled your legs up over his lap so he could play with the frayed ends of the hole that sat on the knee of your jeans.

“Uh oh,” You whispered as you watched him. “Got your serious face on.”

Eddie bit his lip, struggling to say what he wanted. He didn’t want to put you on the spot like this but he knew that you would rather he just come out and say it rather than dance around the subject. “Batty, remember when you fed off me and I asked if it would turn me?”

“Yes,” You nodded, your eyes narrowing as you looked at him, was he going to ask what you thought he was going to ask?

“You told me that it would take more than a bite and it would be a different conversation.”

Nodding again you gave a little “mhm” as confirmation.

“I want to talk about it.” He said swallowing to try and clear his dry throat.

“Okay,” You nodded, sitting up a little. “What did you want to know?”

“How do you change someone?”

“It’s kind of like how they portrayed it in movies.” You shrugged. You had been a vampire for so long that it’s hard to remember a lot of the details of your change other than how it felt. “They drink your blood to the point of death and then they feed you theirs. That’s the traditional way at least. I heard recently that some doctor in Japan was able to do it through a blood transfusion.”

“Does it hurt?” He asked quietly as he pulled at a string.

No reason to hide the truth from him. Nodding, you took a deep breath, licking your lips before you started. “You're dying, love, your heart stops, you can't breathe. After a few minutes it feels like there’s fire in your veins. It feels like it takes forever for your heart to start again and for your lungs to start working properly. It’s awful, honestly. I wouldn’t let anyone I care about do it unless they are absolutely sure this is what they wanted.“

“How long does the pain last?”

“It’s different for everyone.” You shrugged looking away from him. “A few minutes to a couple hours.”

“How long did your change take?”

“Hours. I was in pretty bad shape to begin with so it had a lot of things to mend.” Looking out the front window you noticed the sun was starting to set. Getting up you looked down at him and held out your hand. “Walk with me?”

Looking up at you he nodded his head as he grabbed your hand letting you lift him to his feet as you walked towards the door.

The first colors of fall were just starting to sprout on the trees turning the leaves from green to yellow, orange, and red, a crispy breeze greeted you as the door of the trailer opened and together you and Eddie walked down the steps to the gravel walkway heading towards the forest that surrounded the park.

“You're more curious than normal,” You said as you jumped into a downed log, walking it like a tightrope you looked over at him. “What else are you curious about, my love?”

Eddie plucked a branch from the ground taking his time to rip the dead leaves away as he got up the courage to ask you about something he knew might bother you. “How did you die?”

That stopped you as you looked at him. “You really want to know?”

“I want to know more about you..” He said, his eyes squinting against the setting sun.

You bit your lip as you tried to think back to your old life. Giving him a little giggle you “Gonna make me show my age.”

“You’re beautiful no matter how old you are.” He said with a smile as he squinted from the setting sun behind you.

“Charmer.” You laughed. Taking a seat on the down long log you played with one of its delicate branches. “I was born in 1905 in St. Louis. My parents weren't rich but we did alright. Papa owned this shitty little diner on the bad side of town, got a lot of drunks and thugs that came to the place but it paid the bills. We lived in the apartment above it. Mama worked in a factory making men's shirts and I actually got to go to school for a while. But when I hit twelve I dropped out to help Papa with the diner. Life was good, you know? He loved that diner. Sold liquor and everything, a lot of the people that came kinda became extended family.

Then the prohibition happened when I was fifteen and suddenly the diner wasn't doing well. Mama had to get a second job and I tried to help the best I could by taking odd jobs around town. Babysitting, errand running, anything to help keep the diner open and a roof over our heads but Papa was too proud to accept help from me or Mama so he did what he had to. One of our best customers was this gangster.. His name was Squeaky Pete. Had this really annoying high pitched voice. His vocal chords got damaged in a fight or so I was told. Anyway, he came to Papa with a proposal: he would use the back room and basement as a speakeasy and he would pay for the upkeep of the diner. Papa didn't even think he just said yes. They opened the place a few months later. Called it the Primrose. After Squeaky's mother apparently.

For the next few years things were okay. I grew up surrounded by gangsters. Mama hated that. Always told me to be cautious, never look them in the eye, watch my mouth or better yet don’t even talk to them, avoid them at all costs, and by the time I was old enough to really understand what was happening Papa made me promise to never go into the Primrose. I broke that promise when I turned twenty one. I was just so damn tired of being careful.

So I got into my prettiest dress, did my make up, hair, the whole nine yards and when my parents went to sleep I went down. Victor recognized me and tried to say no but Squeaky showed up and told him to let me in that I was old enough.

I spent all night down there. One night turned to two and two to three before I knew it. I was a frequent customer and my parents never caught on as far as I knew anyway. I got close to Squeaky, real close.”

“You dated a mobster?” Eddie said, stepping forward with his hands going to your hips. “No shit?”

You shrugged with a nod. “Yeah. He was a good guy if you looked past all the illegal shit he did.”

“Jesus that's metal as fuck babe.”

Laughing, you wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck getting somber as you thought back to the rest of the story. “This is where it gets worse. Are you ready for it?”

With his nod you continued. “It was a few months later right before Christmas when the Primrose was raided. Cops everywhere. Just complete chaos, screaming, crying, guns going off. I remember being scared and Squeaky tried to get me to safety but I was shot.”

Moving the top of your shirt to the side you pointed to a small area by your breast close to your heart and then lifted up the hem of your shirt to show a spot by your stomach and pelvis. “Right there, there, and there. Squeaky didn't have a choice; he had to leave me to save himself. I don't blame him. I don't remember much after that. But I do remember waking up in a cold room just covered by a sheet and I was scared because I was having a hard time staying awake. Tata was there. He was the coroner for the city at the time. He noticed me moving and he knew that I wouldn't last much longer and he told me what happened and offered to change me to save my life and I said yes. I wasn't ready to die. So he wrapped me up the best he could, snuck me out to his car and took me home, he got me set up in his room and gave me his blood. I had lost so much from my wounds that he didn’t need to bite me. I remember that for the first few minutes it felt like nothing was happening, then suddenly I felt like I was on fire, burning from the inside out. My heart stopped and I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was dying in the worst way possible. For hours I was stuck in his painful limbo, not dead but not really alive either. Then my heart started up again and I could breathe and I felt my body start to push the bullets out and heal over the wounds. By the next night I was okay. Tata never left my side, fed me blood from his ice box and made sure I was okay. I never got to go back home though. Papa and Mama thought I was dead so they closed the diner after the raid and moved away. Tata said I could stay with him and we moved away not long after. I was assumed dead so we couldn’t stay in St. Louis anymore.”

“Do you miss them?” Eddie asked, pushing your hair from your forehead. “Your parents?”

“Everyday.” You nodded with your eyes closed. “They died a long time ago. I found them once in the forties and took some time to go see where they lived. But Mama had passed already and Papa was alone by then. I didn’t want to upset him so I stayed away. When he died they held an estate sale. I bought some of their things. I still have them in my room.”

“That double hinged picture frame you have on your dresser. It’s got a photo of an older couple in it. That your parents?”

“Mhm.” You nodded again looking up with him. “Eddie, answer me honestly. Did you ask because you want to be turned?”

Eddie looked you dead in your eyes and nodded. “Yeah. I wanna be with you forever. I don’t wanna grow old while you stay young and beautiful. You’re it for me baby. I love you.”

“I love you too. You know you won’t be able to see Wayne for a very long time. It'll be too dangerous."

“I know.” He nodded. “I’ll do whatever it takes to stay by your side.”

Biting your lip, you took in a deep breath. “I’ll talk to Tata and Anya. Tata is the head of the family so it’s his decision.”

Nodding Eddie leaned down to kiss you. He would wait for as long as it takes

That night you sat in the large library that was supposed to be the dining room of your humble home. Florin Crudo, or Tata as you call him, had the home built in the woods just off Cornwallis by Lake Jordan in the early 70s and after it was completed he had moved your little undead family in. He had decided after moving in that since you didn't eat food that the dining room would make a lovely library to hold all the books that he had collected over his lifetime.

So here you sat reading a first edition of Frankenstein when you looked up at your adopted parents. Erzsébet Crudo, your Anya, was sitting on the loveseat cuddled up with Florin, with a book in their hands while your adopted brother Sébastien and his wife Madeleine sat by the window playing chess and flirting from the looks of it.

“You look troubled, Suflețel.” Florin said, looking over his book at you. “Something you would like to talk about?”

That got the attention of the members of your family who all stopped what they were doing to look at you.

“Eddie and I talked today. He asked questions about what being turned was like.” You told him as you closed your book on your finger to hold your page.

“And what did you tell him?” Sébastien asked as he turned in his chair. It wasn’t lost on anyone in the room that your brother and his wife had no love loss for Eddie. They found him annoying for the lack of a better term. Madeleine once said that he was too loud and showy for her.

“I told him the truth.” You snarked back, rolling your eyes a little. “I have no reason to lie to him. He wants to be turned.”

Your parents looked at one another before they sat up, closing their own books as well.

“Is that what you want?” Anya said as she set her book on the table.

“I love him.” You nodded, sitting up more to look at them. “He wants to be with me forever and I want to be with him forever.”

“I don’t think it's a good idea.” Sébastien said standing up to move over to the sofas you were sitting at.

“Why not?” You snapped, “He makes me happy. As my brother you should want that for me.”

“He just doesn’t seem like he would be reliable enough to keep our secret.” He said looking over at your parents.

“He’s kept mine for a while now. Why would it suddenly change when he’s one of us?”

“I just don’t think -”

“You changed Madeleine cause you loved her even though she was dying of syphilis in some french whorehouse!” You argued back completely standing up to face your much taller brother. Madeleine stood up quickly making the chair she sat on scrap against the wooden floor as she stomped from the room.

"Y/N!" Your Anya yelled shocked at tour behavior.

“Ma cherie! Wait!" Sébastien yelled to her before he turned back to you, leaning down a little to get closer. “This isn’t about her!”

“Enough!” Florin yelled as he stood from the love seat holding his hands up to quiet the both of you. “Sébastien leave your sister alone. Eddie is a nice boy who has proven that he could keep our lives secret. Y/N apologize to your brother and sister-in-law, throwing Madeleine's past in their faces wasn’t necessary.”

You muttered a quiet apology to your brother before he ran out to find Madeleine. You’ll have to apologize to her later. Looking up at Florin you take a seat again. “I don’t want to lose Eddie.”

Sighing, Florin stepped towards you putting his hand on your head. "I'll have to talk to Hopper. Then he and I will talk to Eddie together. I don't want to bring us any trouble by going behind Hopper's back."

Nodding you stood up and hugged Florin. "Thank you Tata."

He hugged you back before he pushed you gently towards the door. "Go apologize to Madeleine."

"Yes, Tata." You nodded again before you turned to leave the room.

Erzsébet sighed as she leaned back against the love seat. A little giggle in her voice. “She's horribly modern isn't she?”

“She always has been.” Florin laughed and walked over to her. “She has a much easier time changing with the decades.”

“What are we going to do about Eddie?”

“I'll talk to Hopper and the boy. Make sure he understands what he's asking.” Florin said as he sat down next to his wife. “Everything will work out how it’s supposed to.”

“I’m sorry. He wants to do what?” Hopper said as he blinked at Florin and then turned to Eddie who was sitting on one of the sofas in the Crudo library, Hopper hands sat on his hips as he tried to understand what was said to him.

Florin sighed as he looked over at Eddie. It has been a few days since that night you brought up Eddie wanting to turn and he had called Hopper a day later to ask him to stop by. He had also asked you to bring Eddie by so the three of them could discuss this situation they found themselves in. “Eddie has expressed interest in turning. I asked you here as a courtesy, my family has a good standing with you and I didn’t want to do anything behind your back. We know the rules.”

Wiping his hand down his face the Chief looked over to Eddie. “I’ve known you for a long time, kid, and in all these years you have done some stupid shit but I think this takes the cake. I mean are you even aware of what you’re asking? What you’re leaving behind?”

“Of course I am.” Eddie replied, sitting up straight. “Besides, Wayne just moved from night shift to day shift, so I’ll still be able to see him, and the sun doesn’t hurt them so I know that after the change I can still live my life like I normally do.”

“It’ll take a while for your body to properly resist the sun.” Florin said, his hand moving to Eddie's shoulder. “But with time and proper feeding you’ll be fine.”

“Now hold on,” Hopper said, holding his hands up. “I still haven't said yes.”

“Why do you even get a say?” Eddie challenged as he stood up from the couch his eyes glaring into Hoppers. “This is my life. This is what I want. I love her Hopper. I wanna be with her for as long as she’ll have me whether that's sixty years or six hundred. Just know that if you say no I’ll just go find someone who will say yes.”

“Now, now,” Florin said, stepping between the two men. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Jim…”

Hopper stared sternly at Eddie before he let out a huge sigh, his hands going back to his hips. “Same rules apply. No feeding in town, you get hungry, you leave Hawkins. Not even the wild animals are fair game, I don’t need any hunters finding deer carcasses, and be aware that no matter how much I like you kid, if you lose it and go into a frenzy I will take you out. Am I clear?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded his head as a smile started to spread on his lips. “I get it, Hopper.”

“Florin. You’re in charge of him.” Jim said shortly and turned, moving towards the door. He had to get back to the station. “Don’t make me regret this Munson.”

“I won’t.”

“I’ll watch over him just like I do the rest of my family.” Florin said with a nod and together the two of them watched as Hopper left the room. With the door open the two men could see you pacing the hallway outside a worried look on your face as Hopper left out the front door. “Suflețel, come in here please.”

Your head snapped towards them and you quickly made your way into the room. “What did he say?”

Erzsébet, Sébastien, and Madeleine followed you in two of the three looking incredibly uninterested in the current moment. “Everyone, it looks like we’ll be getting a new member to our little family. I expect all of you to be kind and help him as he transitions.” He looked at your brother and sister-in-law with a serious gaze. “I know how you feel but he is your sisters chosen and we should support them as we did you two.”

Happiness bubbled over in your chest and you let out a cheer as you rushed to Eddie jumping into his arms, your legs going around his waist as he held you to him, his hands going under your thighs to support you. “Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

“Absolutely.” Eddie nodded his head as he smiled at you. “I have never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.”

“I love you.” You muttered, leaning your forehead against his.

“I love you too.” He sighed, completely content now knowing that he didn’t have to fight Hopper.

“Edward,” Florin said with a small smile on his face when he looked over at the two of you before he turned more serious. “I need you to understand that the change won't be easy. It’ll hurt and you’ll feel every second of it. If this is really what you want you need to get your things in order. Pack a few bags, you'll be staying here with us until you can control yourself after the change, and you’ll need to tell your Uncle something.”

Eddie nodded his head as he looked at your adopted dad over your shoulder. “I’ve already been telling him that Y/N and I are thinking of getting out of town for a while. Just road tripping across the country, so he’ll expect us to be gone for a while.”

“That was very smart of your Eddie.” Erzsébet said as she moved over to the two of you, her hand going to his shoulder. “I look forward to having you in our family.”

“Thank you,” Eddie smiled. He felt you unwrap your legs and set you on the ground, his hands moving up to your back. Looking down at you his smile widened. “So when do we do this?”

“Give us a few days.” Florin said as he looked over at Sébastien. “Will you be able to get us a good supply of blood and equipment from the hospital?”

Sighing, in mild annoyance Sébastien nodded his head. “I’ll talk to Marcus, see what I can do.”

“Excellent.” Florin nodded his head as he turned to Eddie, making a face at him and in a playful voice he muttered. “Say goodbye to the light Edward.”

Giving out a laugh Eddie nodded his head, his hand rubbing your back as he looked at you. He couldn’t wait to be with you forever.

Time passed and the fateful day was upon you as you pulled your car up to the Munson trailer. Taking a deep breath you stepped from your car and headed up to the steps of your boyfriend's house before you ascended them and knocked on the door. It was a Saturday so Wayne was home to answer the door. He smiled at you when he saw you.

“Hey sweetie, Eddie’s finishing up packing. Come on in.” Wayne greeted letting you into the house.

“Hi Wayne!” You smiled back at him as you entered, your eyes being drawn to the two bags full of Eddie’s clothes.. “How’s the day shift treating you?”

“It’s taking a bit to adjust but I’m getting used to it.” Eddie’s Uncle smiled as he sat on the arm of his recliner. “Where are you two crazy kids headed to first?”

“I think we wanted to head up to Michigan first.” You smiled, as Eddie came back out his last bag in his hands.

“Hey Batty.” He smiled, dropping the duffle by your feet and he leaned in to kiss you. “Ready to go?”

“Ready when you are.” You nodded gazing up at him with your own bright smile. You could see a bit of nervousness in his eyes, you didn’t blame him, it’s a scary path he’s about to head down.

He nodded before he looked over at Wayne and gave him a little smile as he walked over. “You take care of yourself, old man. I’ll be back in a few months.”

“Have fun and be safe.” His Uncle said as he pulled him in for a hug. “You call me if you have any problems. You hear me?”

“Yeah I hear you.” Eddie said, slapping his hand on his uncle's back before he pulled away. “Love you Wayne.”

“Love you too Son. Now get goin’.” He said, gesturing you both towards the door. “Gotta hit the highway before it gets too late.”

Leaning down you grabbed one of Eddie’s duffles smiling at the two men as you held your hand out for Eddie. “Time to go love.”

Nodding Eddie grabbed the two other duffles and held one in his hand while he threw the other on his shoulder. Taking your hand with his free one he led you through the trailer door and down the steps to your car. Packing his bags into your trunk you gave one final wave to Wayne as you got into the driver seat and started your car towards home.

“Nervous?” You asked as you looked over at him watching as he looked out of the passenger window.

“I would be lying if I said no.” Eddie chuckled a little, you could hear the nerves in his voice.

“You don’t have to do this, you know? We could literally just go on this road trip.” You wanted to give him this out in case he was having second thoughts. You wanted him to know you wouldn’t love him any less if he decided he didn’t want this anymore.

“No, I want this.” Eddie said, turning to look at you.

You nodded your head as you turned onto Cornwallis, past the Harrington house, past the Byers house, and turned down the path to your home. Pulling your car into the driveway you were greeted by Florin and Erzsébet who were standing on the porch waiting for you. You and Eddie looked at one another before you exited the car moving around to the trunk to grab Eddie's bags. Together hand in hand again you walked towards the house.

“Are you ready for this?” Florin asked seriously as he watched the two of you join them at the porch.

“Absolutely.” Eddie nodded, squeezing your hand in his own before the door of you walked into the house.

Florin closed the door behind you all as you harder to your room to set Eddie’s bags down. “We'll wait until dark. That way you won't have to worry about the sun for a few hours. Until then do you have any questions?”

For the next few hours the four of you sat in the library chatting, answering any and all of Eddie's questions. Your brother and sister-in-law joined you at one point. And when the time came the six of you traveled into the guest room. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible but you knew it would be the exact opposite. Moving around the room you got him settled sitting on the bed and put his long curls up into a bun as Tata and Sébastien moved medical equipment round the room.

“It's time.” Florin said quietly as he rolled up the sleeves of his black button down. “Last chance to change your mind.”

Eddie shook his head looking at Florin and then back to you as he held your hand. “Let's do this.”

“Alright. Sébastien the heart monitor please.” Florin directed and watched while Eddie took his shirt off to allow your brother to hook him up. Soon the sound of his heart beat filled the room and you noticed it was a little fast but he was nervous.

Moving off to the side you never let go of Eddie's hand as Florin moved towards him. His cool hand coming up to check both sides of his neck for a good spot giving you a sideways look when he found the year old bite scars from when you fed off Eddie in his room.

You looked down at Eddie's hand acting like nothing was wrong.

“That was my fault.” Eddie said quietly. “She needed to feed and I got nervous that she was going too long between feedings. She fought me on it but I convinced her. She didn't take much and took care of me after.”

Nodding his head in understanding, Florin dropped it and found the spot he was looking for. Closing his eyes he felt his fangs elongate and in a flash he sank his teeth into Eddie’s neck.

The boy in question closed his eyes tightly, face screwed up in pain, his heart rate sped up as the monitor went nuts, the beeping so loud it was driving you crazy as he squeezed your hand. He didn't hear you as you whispered sweet things to him, all he could focus on was the feeling of cold over taking his body and the dizziness that started to spin the darkness behind his eyes. He felt weak. Florin's fangs were much bigger than your own and he could feel his blood leaving his body. It was different but the same as when you fed on him but this time there was no safeword.

You looked at the heart monitor as the beeping slowed. He was close. Your Anya stepped forward, her hand coming up to touch Florin on his back to let him know and your father figure drew back keeping his hands on Eddie to keep him steady as he licked the blood from his lips. “Lay him down.”

You moved into action getting Eddie into a comfortable position and went to sit by his side as Florin moved to the other side of the bed biting his own wrist as he went before holding it up to Eddie lips.

“You have to drink.” He instructed lightly watching as Eddie shakily looked at you and when you nodded you helped him latch on to the offered wrist rubbing his back as he started to drink.

“That's it baby.” You muttered. You hoped praising him would help. “You can do it.”

Your Tata let him drink his fill until Eddie himself wrenched away, his body seizing, his breathing coming in short quick pants, as the change started. It was coming on quick but since Eddie was a strong healthy young man it didn't surprise any of you. There was nothing for the change to heal. You heard the monitor give out a long continuous beep as his heart stopped and he struggled to breath. You held him as close as you could trying to give him any comfort. When he stopped breathing you looked up to Florin, panic clear on your features, as Erzsébet came to you, setting her hand on your shoulder.

“This is normal.” He said with a nod as he watched. This change would only take a few minutes he could tell by how quickly Eddie was reacting and as a vampire who had sired all four of his family members he could tell when it would take longer. Your change has been the longest since you had been shot three times, the damage inside of you had been substantial. Eddie’s quick change was easy compared to your but still, painful nonetheless

Eddie had never been in so much pain in his entire life. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, all he felt was pain. Every inch of his body felt like it was overheating. His lungs felt like they were being crushed by his rib cage. You had explained exactly how it felt, he knew it would feel like this but he wasn't ready. At first it was cold, numb, like he wanted to sleep but once the metallic taste of Florin's blood touched his tongue he couldn't get enough. Then the pain started and it kept rolling through him in long sharp waves. Minutes felt like they went on for hours and suddenly, everything stopped. He felt weightless and his eyes snapped open as he took in a huge lung full of air. He looked around wildly, everything was too bright, too vivid, and then you suddenly came into his line of sight. Your lips were moving but he couldn't make it what you were saying. The sound of his heart slowly beating was so loud until it faded away. Then all he heard was you.

“Love?” You asked as he stared wide eyed at you. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I hear you.” He mumbled as he focused on you, he could hear your heart beating slowly but it was so loud. And he felt hungry. Hungrier than he's ever been. He could smell blood but couldn't see it. “I'm starving.”

“Here, drink this.” Sébastien said, passing you a few blood bags.

Carefully you take them from him and help Eddie into a better position so he can drink. Tapping his lips with the bag you smiled at him. “Open up baby.”

The sight of blood made Eddie's fangs pop out which made him gasp as he opened his mouth, his tongue poking at the tips. “Shit.”

You laughed as you held the bag up watching him drop his tongue and he looked up at you with a small pout before you slapped the bag against the points of his fangs letting them pierce the bag so he could feed.

Once that bag was drained he looked back up at you again after he took the bag from his mouth. His excitement to see the world as you do overpowering him. “Can we go outside?”

“In a bit okay?” You mumbled as you leaned your forehead against his. “I just want you to rest for a little longer. Besides, we have until the end of the world to explore.”

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doodleferp · 14 days

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Cara and Miguel Starter Pack

So let me start from the beginning one last time. Once upon a time, Cara was yeeted into Earth-928 thanks to some fucky Lovecraftian nonsense from her fucky Lovecraftian dimension. After meeting Miguel, who was a baby Spider-Man back then, Cara was denied access back to her world thanks to some sibling disputes. She spun a little web of lies for Miguel’s then-fianceé Dana, and they took pity on her and decided to help her out. I’m pretty sure you know the rest. They moved her in with Dana, saved the city, humorously acclimated Cara to the city, buried Dana, got married to get Cara a green card, and ended up actually falling in love.

This works off of a timeline of events that I established myself and it's subject to change if more information from the films comes out. General consensus is that Miguel was born in 2070, so he was 29 when he got his powers IN 2099. But since he’s 35 in AtSV, that means about six years have passed since then.

Cara is five foot even. She’s a tiny little thing who has the love of a fucking giant. As the tall one, Miguel is often asked to help get things from places she can’t reach. But instead of grabbing the thing like a normal person, Miguel grabs Cara under her arms, lifts her up, and holds her up so she’s the perfect height to grab the thing herself. He does this everywhere. The apartment, the Spider Society, the grocery store, his office at Alchemax, etc.

Cara likes to wear a helmet instead of a mask because she’s being tossed around constantly and feels safer with that kind of head protection. Miguel, however, fucking hates the helmet and takes every opportunity to show Cara his Pepe Silvia board about why she should trade it out for the mask he made her. Cara will sit patiently through all of it, and then she’ll go “Would you like me to crack my head open?” And he shuts up for another week. (Oh, he also made her current suit all by himself.)

These two are like...so gossipy Mostly Miguel, but Cara indulges him a lot. Ofc they have those bedtime pillow talks where they're both reading or Miggy's on his laptop and they'll go on about something someone did that day. They'll be swinging through the city and talking shit about Internet drama or some dweeb from a restaurant. Miguel will hit her up on his lunch hour and give her all the Alchemax tea, complete with examining his nails like the mean popular girl from a Disney Channel Original Movie. If he thinks someone's eavesdropping, he'll start talking in really fast Spanish so they can't get what he's saying. Needless to say, Cara had to learn Spanish really fast just to keep up with him.

They both adore snuggling. Miguel is like Cara’s weighted blanket and she can’t sleep without him anymore because he just envelops her (Fig 1). He’ll spoon her, he’ll let her sleep on his chest and hold her there. He’ll do everything short of actually sleeping on top of her (Fig 2) and he does that at least once a month. However, he always wakes up at 4 AM to use the bathroom, and Cara always wakes up because she no longer has her big warm blanket man. Thankfully, she goes right back to sleep once he comes back to bed. It’s to the point where they have trouble sleeping without the other in the bed because Cara needs the weight on her and Miguel needs something to cuddle.

Since Cara and her sisters got some fucky eldritch nonsense going on with their blood, they…I guess a bit more compatible with other dimensions. They can’t travel between them at will, of course, but they don’t glitch because they got that interdimensional cosmic horror in em. When Miguel somehow starts monitoring the ItSV movie, he’s flabbergasted when he sees the other Spiders glitching and he goes to Cara like “these people are literally dying and it hasn’t been a week, how the shock did you survive SIX YEARS”.

Cara’s actually good at a lot of household chores, so she offers to help around the apartment when she isn’t working. And thanks to Spider nonsense, she can get really thorough with it. Miguel has come home multiple times to see her standing on the ceiling changing light bulbs or cleaning something on the ceiling. It saves him tons since he got to opt out of the building's cleaning service, but it still gives him a heart attack every now and then.

They have had long arguments about whether or not killing spiders counts as murder since they’re both half-spider. Cara scoops them up on a piece of paper and puts them out the window or something. Miguel just puts them out of their misery.

As I’m sure everyone reading this has deduced, these two are a very...hands-on couple. They have been banned from being in the Spider Society’s gym at the same time because of it. As in "when one of them goes in, the other is automatically locked out" kind of banned. Thank Peter B for that -- as in, genuinely thank him because he's saved a lot of minors from seeing a couple spider mutants getting freaky.

Not exactly shippy, but Miguel and Cara's sister Cadence do not get along. At all. They hate each other with a burning passion. Cadence is positive he's that archetypical dudebro who's going to drag Cara down, and Miguel is rightfully pissed that she's hostile to him for existing. Cara unfortunately has to get in the middle of them and keep things calm, and thankfully Miguel is willing to make an effort. Cadence is less than accommodating though, so the occasional cross-dimensional family visits are always interesting.

c. doodleferp, 2024. do not steal or repost.

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sparkymalone · 3 months

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Okay, so remember how it was Kazuichi's birthday like... two weeks ago? Well, here's that birthday fic, lmao.

This took a long time just because life kept getting in the way. Hopefully the quality didn't suffer. Please enjoy~

A Sonsoudam Birthday Special!

Rating: Here be smut.

Word Count: 4593

So far, Kazuichi's birthday left a lot to be desired.

His parents hadn't done anything for him, which was fine. He didn't expect them to, since they never did. His mother had at least texted him to wish him ‘happy birthday,’ so that was nice.

Kazuichi had looked forward to spending the day with his friends much more. Hajime had made plans with some of the others to take Kazuichi out for the day. The mechanic was thrilled, since he didn't have a lot of good birthday memories.

They met up at a fast food restaurant Kazuichi liked. Most of his class was there, and the knowledge that that many people wanted to celebrate his birthday warmed his heart. He ended up crying awkwardly on Hajime's shoulder until Fuyuhiko grumpily shoved him away from his boyfriend.

Still, lunch had been nice. There was plenty of fun conversation and good, greasy food. Kazuichi had a pretty good time.

After that, several of his classmates had to leave, claiming they had other plans. Kazuichi wasn't bothered by it. He didn't need a big group to celebrate the rest of his birthday.

The remaining group decided to go see a movie. There was a new action flick out that Kazuichi was dying to see, so when Hajime suggested they go, he excitedly agreed. They made their way to the theater, got their tickets and snacks, and took their seats.

Kazuichi enjoyed the movie, but he began feeling like the odd man out part way through. He was unsurprised that Hajime ended up making out with his boyfriend for most of the film, since he and Fuyuhiko were usually all over each other when they thought no one was looking. Sonia and Gundham weren't kissing, thankfully, but they were still sitting rather close together, and Kazuichi felt his usual twinge of jealousy.

Honestly, he probably would've felt like a total fifth wheel if none of his other friends were there. Nekomaru and Chiaki were sitting between Kazuichi and Sonia, and he was thankful for the obstruction so he couldn't see his beloved princess cuddling with her boyfriend.

Unfortunately, that didn't last. Chiaki fell asleep almost immediately, slouched in her seat. Nekomaru left about thirty minutes into the movie, announcing his need to use the restroom. Kazuichi sighed, knowing he wasn't coming back.

That basically left Kazuichi alone with the two happy couples. He tried not to think about it or feel lonely, instead focusing on the movie. For the most part, he was able to ignore the others, except for when Fuyuhiko let a moan slip out or Sonia quietly giggled about something. But it was fine.

Eventually, the movie was over, and Kazuichi felt excited to find out what Hajime had planned next. He was disappointed, however, when his friend told him that he was going to bail early to get Chiaki home, since she was still falling asleep. Kazuichi frowned, but he still voiced his understanding. Fuyuhiko opted to go with his boyfriend, and the three of them began walking home.

That left Kazuichi with Sonia and Gundham. Normally, he would be thrilled to spend time with Miss Sonia, especially on a day like his birthday. But Gundham being there made the situation much less exciting.

Kazuichi turned to his two remaining friends, feeling his stomach sink as he saw the two of them huddled together, talking quietly. The mechanic considered just calling the whole thing off and heading home, but his thoughts were interrupted by both Sonia and Gundham turning to face him.

“What would you like to do next, Kazuichi?” Sonia asked, smiling brightly.

The pink-haired boy's eyes lit up. “You mean… you still wanna hang out?”

Gundham chuckled. “Of course, Tinkerer. It is still the anniversary of your birth, is it not?”

Kazuichi's chest felt warm and he rubbed it absently. “Aww… Thanks, guys…”

The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon together. They went to a few shops and then a small bakery, where Sonia insisted Kazuichi pick out a cake. He did so cheerfully, feeling completely ecstatic that Miss Sonia was buying him cake for his birthday.

Eventually they headed back to the dormitories, cake in tow. Kazuichi led the way to his room, and, after a brief debate about what to watch, the three of them enjoyed the small cake. The atmosphere was friendly and comfortable, everything that Kazuichi had ever wanted.

The mechanic was thrilled that he and Sonia were having fun, but he was surprised by how much he was enjoying spending time with Gundham. Normally he couldn't stand the other boy, considering him annoying and just generally an obstacle between himself and his beloved princess. But today, actually sitting and talking with him, Kazuichi found himself having a really good time.

As night approached, Sonia stretched and yawned. “Perhaps it's time to get back to our own rooms.”

Kazuichi's heart sank. She was right, of course, they would eventually need to part ways, but he honestly didn't feel ready yet.

Sensing his hesitation, Gundham placed a soothing hand on Kazuichi's shoulder, causing the pink-haired boy to look at him in surprise. “Your mortal form requires rest, Tinkerer. As does the Dark Queen.”

Rolling his eyes at the nicknames, Kazuichi huffed. “I guess,” he mumbled.

Sonia laughed softly. “It has been a lot of fun ‘chilling out’ with you, Kazuichi. But unless we're having a slumber party, I believe it’s time to go.”

The mechanic's eyes widened and a blush slowly spread across his face at the thought of having a slumber party with Sonia.

Gundham grabbed Kazuichi by the chin and turned his face towards him. “Spare my queen your impure thoughts,” he ordered in a low tone.

Kazuichi was horrified by the way his body reacted to the sudden, dominant move. He stammered out a reply, feeling heat rising inside of him, eyes locked with the breeder.

Sonia smiled mischievously as she looked between the two boys, immediately understanding Kazuichi's expression. “Oh, my… Perhaps you really were hoping for a sleepover.”

The mechanic turned to her, a sense of shame settling in his gut. “N-No! I wasn't thinking anything weird, I just-!” He trailed off, glancing between his two friends. He sighed. “I guess I just wasn't ready for my birthday to be over yet, y'know? It's… probably the best one I've ever had.”

Surprised, Sonia and Gundham looked at each other. They silently debated what to do, neither one wanting to abandon Kazuichi after such an earnest confession.

The princess scooted closer. The three of them were all sitting on the floor with their backs against Kazuichi's bed, and Sonia moved in until her shoulder was brushing Kazuichi's. “Well,” she began cautiously. “Maybe we don't need to leave quite yet.”

“I suppose we can spare a bit more time,” Gundham agreed, bumping against Kazuichi's other shoulder.

The pink-haired boy broke into a toothy grin. “Really? You guys want to keep hanging out?” His friends nodded, and Kazuichi couldn't help feeling warm and fuzzy. He also pointedly ignored the more complicated feelings that arose when he thought about being sandwiched in between the other two.

For the next couple of hours, they watched some show or another while Kazuichi talked excitedly, thrilled to have someone to talk to. His friends thankfully didn't seem to mind, keeping up with the conversation as much as they could.

Sonia and Gundham kept giving each other looks that Kazuichi couldn't decipher. He tried to ignore it at first, but eventually it started to get to him.

“Hey,” he said after catching it happening again. “Why do you guys keep doing that? Are you not having a good time?” His anxiety welled up inside him as he awaited an answer.

Gundham shook his head. “I assure you that we are enjoying your company, Tinkerer.”

“Then what-” Kazuichi was cut off as Sonia took him by the chin the same way Gundham had earlier.

“You have nothing to worry about,” the princess assured him, and when had she gotten so close? “We are having a burst.”

“A what?!” the mechanic squeaked.

“A blast,” Gundham corrected, and now he was much closer than Kazuichi remembered, too.

Kazuichi's heart began beating faster as he realized that both of them were closing in on him. “I'm glad, but wh-”

He was cut off again when Gundham leaned in to murmur into his ear, “We only wish to make your day as memorable as possible.”

The pink-haired boy shivered at the way the breeder's voice rumbled. “U-Uh… Thanks…?”

Sonia was still smiling at him, but there was something about her expression that had Kazuichi's pulse jumping. “Is there anything else you'd like to do for your birthday?” she purred.

Kazuichi had never been this confused - or this turned on. What the hell was happening? Were Sonia and Gundham coming on to him? Ignoring the hopeful twinge he felt, he glanced between his two friends. “Um, I'm… open to suggestions…”

The princess's gaze became mischievous again. “In my country, there is a tradition where the person whose birthday it is receives a spanking equal to the number of years they're celebrating. Does that sound like something you'd like to do?”

Looking at her in shock, Kazuichi's mouth worked soundlessly. What was he supposed to say to that? What could he say to that? Other than-

“Yes, please.”

Kazuichi was startled to realize that the plea had come from him. He liked the sound of Sonia's “tradition” way more than he thought he would. He liked it even more when Sonia clapped her hands together happily.

“Wonderful!” The princess looked past Kazuichi. “Gundham, would you please assist me?”

Suddenly Kazuichi found himself being manhandled up onto his knees and bent over the edge of the bed. He yelped in surprise, looking up at Gundham. The breeder just smirked at him, holding his arms behind his back.

“Now, Kazuichi,” Sonia began, commanding his attention once more. “Obviously a spanking works better if you remove your pants, but if you aren't comfortable-”

Before she could even finish, Kazuichi struggled out of Gundham's grip and began unzipping his jumpsuit. He didn't even consider how strange the situation was as he kicked the garment off, leaving him in his undershirt and underwear. He paused when he saw the surprised looks on the other two’s faces. “Uh…”

Sonia recovered quickly, smiling at his eagerness. “Excellent. Now resume your position.” She chuckled as Kazuichi clambered to do what she said, bending over the edge of the bed again. “Good boy.”

The mechanic shivered at her praise. He knew he should probably feel ashamed about how eager he was, but Miss Sonia was telling him to take his clothes off, so his shame could wait.

Above him, Gundham cleared his throat. One glance at the taller boy revealed that his face was completely flushed. “What now, my queen?”

Sonia surveyed the situation, eyes sparkling with excitement. She had always loved giving orders, as she was raised to do, so the feeling of power over her classmate was exhilarating. And if Kazuichi enjoyed following, then that was even better.

“Gundham,” Sonia began, drawing herself up and using her full royal aura, “spank this man.”

Kazuichi felt a brief moment of panic. He had agreed to the scenario under the assumption that Miss Sonia would be the one spanking him, so the knowledge that it would be Gundham was a little upsetting. He began to sit up, but was blocked when the breeder grabbed his arms. Gundham easily manhandled him, twisting his arms up behind him so that he could hold them with one hand, pressing his cheek against the mattress.

“Remain still, Tinkerer,” the dark-haired boy rumbled. “I will use force to keep you in your place, if I must.”

Kazuichi was horrified when another shiver of excitement ran through him at the mention of being put in his place. He was certain he was straight (definitely, probably, maybe) so he wasn't sure what to think about his sudden desire to be ordered around by Gundham, of all people.

And yet, when the breeder told him to ready himself, he did just that. He leaned more onto the mattress, presenting his backside. He took a shaky breath and then… waited.

He didn't have to wait long. Gundham raised his free hand and brought it down on Kazuichi's ass. It wasn't a particularly hard slap, but it was enough to make the mechanic yelp.

“One!” Sonia counted cheerfully.

Huffing out a laugh, Gundham repeated the action, spanking the other boy again. Kazuichi cried out again, more in surprise than in pain.

“Two!”

By the third strike, Kazuichi became acutely aware that his underwear was softening the blows. His traitorous brain told him that the whole situation would be better if Gundham was hitting his bare skin, but he fought those thoughts back. Having his bare ass out would be fucking weird, why would he want that?

Unfortunately for him, Gundham realized the same thing. “My lady, I believe these swats would be more effective without this fabric barrier.” He curled one finger under the waistband of Kazuichi's underwear and tugged on it to illustrate his point, making the pink-haired boy yelp.

“H-Hey!” Kazuichi whined.

Sonia just nodded. “Yes, I see. Shall we remove them?”

“Hey!” the mechanic cried again.

The other two looked at him in concern. “Is this still alright, Kazuichi?” Sonia asked him earnestly.

Kazuichi looked up at her, feeling a flood of emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to please Sonia, but on the other hand, being half naked in front of her was a little… much.

Not to mention the fact that Gundham was also there. Kazuichi glanced up at the taller boy. Gundham was watching him, cheeks still flushed, but his expression was neutral.

The pink-haired boy considered his options, really analyzing how he felt. This whole thing was so sudden, but the idea of a birthday spanking was so weirdly appealing, and the possibility of it getting even better certainly was tempting. Sure, letting them take off his underwear was embarrassing, but it might be worth it.

And so, Kazuichi sighed and laid his head back down, cheeks burning with shame. “I-It's fine.”

“Are you certain? Don't just say yes for our sakes,” Sonia told him, furrowing her brow.

Gundham hummed in agreement. “This is all meant to be for you, my paramour. We do not wish to push you so far out of the realm of your comfort.”

Ignoring the strange nickname, Kazuichi put on his best reassuring smile. “It's totally fine. I want to try it, too. So go ahead.”

Sonia and Gundham exchanged a look, but ultimately decided to continue. The breeder tightened his grip on Kazuichi's arms and used his free hand to peel his boxers off. The pink-haired boy helped shift his position so that the garment could be completely removed, leaving him half-naked in his bedroom with his two hot classmates, and oh god, how did this get so out of hand?!

…And did he just think of Gundham as hot?!

His inner panic was immediately stifled when Gundham's hand came down on his bare ass, producing a stinging sensation that made Kazuichi yelp. It hurt, but it also felt weirdly… good. So good that he almost didn't notice when Sonia started her count back at ‘one.’

“H-Hey,” he panted, looking up at the princess. “Shouldn't that be ‘four?’”

Sonia glared back at him, hands on her hips. “Are you talking back to me?”

Kazuichi's eyes widened and another weird thrill ran through him, pooling hot in his lower belly. “No, of course not!” he quickly insisted. “B-But I already got three-” He cut off with a shout as Gundham spanked him again.

“Two,” Sonia told him smugly, making it very clear that she would not be accepting any arguments.

The mechanic looked up at her hazily, feeling his body responding to the dominant treatment. “Two,” he agreed quietly.

Above him, Gundham chuckled. “Submitting so easily, my paramour?” He swatted the other boy's backside again, pausing to allow his partners to count. “Perhaps you are enjoying this little game more than you anticipated, hmm?”

Kazuichi glared at him. “Speak plainly, you freak-!” He was cut off again by another smack, but this time, the sound that came out of his mouth was much closer to a moan.

“I think you are right, Gundham. I think he's enjoying himself,” Sonia practically purred. She sat on the edge of the bed right next to where Kazuichi was bent over. “But, just in case he isn't,” she began, reaching out to stroke the mechanic's hair, “he should choose a safeword. So, Kazuichi?”

This situation just got weirder and weirder, but Kazuichi was more than ready to just roll with it. He leaned into Sonia's touch as his brain quickly scrambled to come up with a safeword. A thought dawned on him and he glanced up at Gundham, smirking slightly. “Hamster.”

The breeder glared at him, but Sonia giggled. “Alright, then. The safeword is ‘hamster.’”

With an unamused huff, Gundham swatted Kazuichi's ass again. “Very well, Tinkerer. You may invoke the Four Dark Devas of Destruction, if you must. Whatever ensures your comfort.”

“Shut up,” Kazuichi grumbled. That earned him a much harder smack, and this time he definitely let out a moan.

“Shall we continue?” Sonia asked sweetly. Kazuichi nodded, looking ashamed, but he still seemed to be enjoying himself.

Gundham continued administering swats to Kazuichi's backside and Sonia continued counting cheerfully. The mechanic bit his lip, trying not to let another moan slip out, but it was futile. About halfway through, he gave up and let himself enjoy his birthday spanking. He gasped and moaned and squirmed beneath his partners’ gaze.

Finally, the last smack landed on Kazuichi's ass, causing him to cry out one last time. There was a pause as the mechanic caught his breath, leaning heavily on the bed.

Gundham gently caressed the reddened skin of Kazuichi's backside, soothing the sting. “You did well, my paramour.”

“Yes, that was a wonderful performance,” Sonia assured him, running her fingers through his hair.

Kazuichi made a weak noise, mind hazy. Somehow, the spanking had felt so good, and he was now faced with the conundrum of being rock hard in front of his friends. He felt ashamed of himself, getting a boner over something so weird, but he also didn't really care. Sonia and Gundham were petting him and god, did he want them to do more.

He looked up at Sonia nervously. The princess tilted her head slightly. “What is it? Is there something else you want?”

Kazuichi was struggling to find the words. Above him, Gundham chuckled low in his throat. “I believe I know what this harlot craves.” The mechanic felt another shiver of excitement at being referred to as a ‘harlot,’ but he didn't have time to unpack his feelings before Gundham used his grip on his arms to pull him into a kneeling position, revealing his erection.

Yelping, Kazuichi struggled in his grip, blood rushing to his cheeks and his cock in equal measure. “Hey! W-What the fuck-!”

Sonia wasn't listening, just nodding in agreement with her boyfriend. “Yes, I believe you're right. Judging by his predicament, I think our pet needs a helping hand, don't you?”

The pink-haired boy blinked in surprise. A helping hand? Did that mean…?

“I agree,” Gundham replied. He moved behind Kazuichi, tightening his hold on his arms to keep him immobile. “I believe he would prefer your touch, my queen.”

“Perhaps,” Sonia purred, reaching out to tilt Kazuichi's chin up, commanding his attention. “But he will take what he can get, won't he?”

The mechanic nodded mindlessly, completely enamored by the princess in front of him. He really would prefer to have Sonia touch him, but if she told him that Gundham was going to jerk him off instead, he would gladly take it.

So it was a pleasant surprise when Sonia leaned down and wrapped her fingers around his erection. He felt an immediate surge of pleasure, and he bucked into her hand with a gasp.

The princess chuckled. “Oh, my. He certainly is responsive.” She began slowly stroking his cock up and down, smiling when he bucked again. “Gundham, please hold him still.”

“Of course,” the dark-haired boy replied, voice rumbling in Kazuichi's ear. He was still holding the mechanic's arms, and his free hand moved to grasp his hip, keeping them in place. “Behave yourself, Tinkerer.” As he spoke, his breath washed over Kazuichi's ear, making him shiver.

Sonia resumed stroking the pink-haired boy, slender fingers skimming along his length. Kazuichi moaned sharply, marveling at how soft the princess' hand was. He couldn't help staring, watching her tug and tease and squeeze and-

“Does that feel good?” Sonia asked in a low tone. The smirk on her lips clearly conveyed that she already knew what his answer would be.

Kazuichi nodded emphatically. “Yes! Mmn, please don't stop!”

“Is this what you wanted for your birthday?” Sonia purred, jerking him faster.

The mechanic wanted to answer, but her hand just felt so good, all that came out of his mouth was a moan. He nodded again, hoping that was enough.

Gundham chuckled in his ear, hot breath making his eyelids flutter. Kazuichi turned his head to say something to the other boy (he had no idea what), but he froze when he found his face only inches away from his own. Gundham raised an eyebrow at him, and Kazuichi wasn't sure what to make of the sudden fluttering in his stomach.

His brain was too clouded by lust to unpack his feelings, so instead he ignored them. He let his instinct lead, gasping and attempting to buck into Sonia's hand, before abruptly lunging forward and crashing his lips into Gundham's.

The dark-haired boy was clearly caught off-guard. He let out a startled noise, but quickly regained his composure. He kissed back with equal fervor, tongue swiping over Kazuichi's lower lip. As soon as the mechanic opened his mouth, Gundham deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Kazuichi had never been this confused, but he genuinely didn't care about that right now. His hips were jerking forward with every stroke of Sonia's fingers, chasing the pleasure. He whimpered into Gundham's mouth, squeezing his eyes shut.

He barely registered Sonia's pleased hum. “You two look so cute together.”

The pink-haired boy broke the kiss in a panic. “W-Wait, but you're the one that I - ahh!” He cut off with a cry as Sonia tightened her grip. She began stroking him more roughly than before, making him gasp and writhe.

“Now, now,” the princess teased, leaning closer. “Gundham and I have agreed to share you. You should be grateful to have two dominant partners like this.” She curled her free hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their noses were brushing. “You should thank us,” she told him in a low tone.

Kazuichi didn't even hesitate. “Thank you!”

“So impersonal,” Sonia chided, jerking him slower, fingers gliding over his skin in long, languid strokes. “You can do better than that, can't you, Kazuichi?”

The mechanic nodded eagerly, hips bucking again. “R-Right, of course I can… Thank you, Miss Sonia!” he gasped.

Sonia gave a pleased hum. “And who else?”

Kazuichi's mind went blank for a moment before he realized what she meant. “Oh… uh…” He turned his head to look at the boy behind him. “Thank you, Gundham…”

The breeder smirked at him. “You are most welcome, my paramour.” He leaned in to kiss Kazuichi's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Now, beg the Dark Queen for your release.”

Blinking hazily, the pink-haired boy returned his attention to Sonia, moaning hoarsely. “P-Please, Miss - ahh!” He cut off with a sharp cry as Gundham bit the side of his neck.

“That is not the title I told you to use,” Gundham growled, and the sound made Kazuichi's knees feel weak.

Way past the point of having shame, Kazuichi quickly changed his plea. “Ngh, Dark Queen, can I please, please cum?”

Sonia gave him a satisfied smirk. “Oh? I think you can beg better than that.”

Kazuichi was so close now, but Sonia was stroking him so slowly, and he would give anything to get off. So he begged.

“Please, please, Miss Sonia, Dark Queen, I'll be so good, please let me cum, hah… Please…!” His hips bucked helplessly as he teetered on the edge.

The princess chuckled and caught Gundham's eyes. “Shall we give him what he wants?”

Humming thoughtfully, Gundham smirked back at her. “I suppose he has been behaving for us. Perhaps he has earned his release.”

Sonia nodded in agreement. “I think you're right. So, Kazuichi,” she locked eyes with the mechanic, expression completely serious. In her most commanding voice, she ordered, “Cum for us.”

Immediately, Kazuichi's hips jerked forward and his seed spilled over Sonia's fingers. He let out a long moan as his climax crashed over him. Eventually, he sagged in Gundham's hold, completely spent.

Sonia released him and went to get some tissues as Gundham relaxed his grip on Kazuichi's arms, gently easing him into a more comfortable position. The pink-haired boy looked up at the other two, panting and slowly gathering his wits. Sonia returned with the tissues and offered some to Kazuichi.

The mechanic furrowed his brow, his thoughts finally beginning to clear. “...What the hell just happened?”

Chuckling, the princess sat on the bed in front of him. “You seemed like you needed some birthday cheer.”

“Yeah, but… what?” Kazuichi reiterated, still confused.

“We have both had our eye on you for a while now, my paramour,” Gundham answered. “Tonight provided us an opportunity to act.”

Sonia nodded. “Yes, we have been trying to figure out a way to invite you to join us, however, it's a bit hard to find a chance to ask.” She smiled, looking a little embarrassed.

Kazuichi glanced back and forth between the two incredulously. “You… But you two are dating…”

“Yes,” Sonia confirmed.

“But you… want me to join you?” Kazuichi continued.

“Correct,” Gundham answered.

The pink-haired boy couldn't believe it. “But… why? Sorry, I just never really got the feeling that you guys liked me. Hell, I thought Gundham hated me.”

Sonia reached down to take his hand. “I am sorry if we made you feel like we didn't like you. I assure you that we do.”

Kazuichi looked at her hand gently holding his own. He had dreamt of being with her for so long, so having her here, asking him to be in a relationship with her, made his heart race. But on the other hand…

He glanced at Gundham, not sure what to make of the idea of being in a relationship with the overdramatic boy, as well. The thought didn't gross him out the way he had expected it to, making him question some things about himself. But did he really want to be with Gundham, of all people?

“What say you, Tinkerer?” Gundham prompted, taking Kazuichi's other hand.

The mechanic took a deep breath and squeezed both of their hands. He gave them a toothy grin. “Okay! Let's do it!”

Sonia and Gundham smiled. “Wonderful!” the princess cheered. In an instant, her demeanor changed back to deadly serious. “Now get on the bed.”

Kazuichi's eyes went wide and his whole body felt flushed. “Yes, ma'am.”

Sorry it kinda leaves off like that, but hey! Plenty of room for a continuation/sequel! (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

#guys i actually finished it #praise me #lmao #i hope you all like it #but especially jello <3 #danganronpa #sdr2 #fanfiction #sonsoudam #kazuichi souda #sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #sparky writes

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writer-by-the-sea · 2 years

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elliot w an asexual reader? trying to navigate and communicate their relationship and it ends in fluff maybe

Thank you to my friend @chenziee for helping me out with this. Please go take a look at all their Ace fics they have available in the One Piece fandom :)

Snuggled beneath the blankets, a toasty fire and a cheesy movie playing — a repeated date night like many others with the farmer that I would never grow tired of. They lean against me, their head resting on my shoulder as I take another sip of my wine. The popcorn we had earlier surprisingly paired well with the red wine, but now I felt myself becoming sleepy with the farmer here beside me keeping me warm and comfortable.

For a few weeks now, we’ve been seeing each other. Maybe not considered ‘official’ quite yet, but I could feel us moving in the same direction. Each night I spent with them I felt myself growing deeper feelings, feelings which I could only dream that they would return. As I cuddled closer to them, adjusting my position to place my arm across their shoulders, I knew that this was a relationship far beyond that of friends or even a new crush.

I was falling in love.

“Hey,” I mumbled when the movie credits began to roll, the soft singing of some unknown performer slipping through the speakers. “Do you mind if I stay the night?” I kept my gaze to the tv screen, knowing that if I were to make eye contact I might reveal just how nervous I was to ask this. Normally, in my past relationships, by this point we would be sleeping together. With my question I suddenly became aware of the old condom sitting in my wallet. Good lord, how old was that thing now? Hardly usable based on age alone, but the friction in my wallet had no doubt torn it to shreds.

I shook the thought away, there was no chance we’d be using that condom, let alone any condom tonight. I could tell the farmer has been apprehensive about becoming intimate, and if we were ever to move forward in that sense it would be when they were comfortable—

“Sure,” they replied with a smile, looking up at me while still relaxing on my shoulder, those gorgeous eyes luring me into a quick kiss on the lips. When they pulled back, they chewed at their bottom lip, their hands coming to sit in their lap while they fiddled with their thumbs. “Look, there’s something I need to tell you.”

My heart dropped.

The worry in their eyes, their sudden shortness of breath, the way they were the one now avoiding my gaze as they stared down at their lap.

“Is there someone else?” I asked. My heart felt as if it could burst from my chest. Of course, this all made sense. Of all of the other bachelors and bachelorettes in town, there were much better options than me. Alex and his strength, Penny and her kindness, Harvey with his practice, Sebastian and his homegrown plants in the basement.

“What?” The farmer laugh, short and sweet. “No-“

“My god, are you dying?!”

“Elliott, no.”

“I’ll give you a kidney if you need it, just say the word.”

“I think we would need a blood test first…”

“Then let’s go to Harvey’s! He can see if I’m a match right now!”

“Elliott, I don’t want your kidney!”

“It’s perfectly healthy, I promise!” I pressed my lips together in thought for a moment before continuing. “Wait, does wine affect the kidney or is that the liver? Farmer it might not be that healthy after all but—“

“Elliott, No. Look, I’m ace.”

“Ace?” I paused. Ace. What on earth was ace? “You… don’t have kidneys? Like at all?”

“No, just,” the farmer covered their mouth, muffling themselves.

I took their free hand, holding it gently while I looked deep into their eyes. “Please, don’t cry. We can figure this out together, and I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

They shook their head, suddenly dropping the hand covering their mouth only to reveal their laugh. The farmer rolled back, forcing me to drop their hand as now both of their hands covered their face while they continued to laugh, only their laughter growing even louder.

“If you’re dying this isn’t funny.” I pouted.

“No, no—“ they snorted, tears now coming from their eyes. “This is hilarious—“

“I hardly find kidney failure funny—“

They sat up, wiping the tears from their eyes before the spoke. “I’m not dying.”

I let out a breath. “Oh thank heavens.”

“Ace means… well, it has to do with sex.”

“Ahh.. yes, ace.” Right. Ace…. “Actually, no. I don’t know what that means. Does it have to do with golfing? Or poker?” I scratched at the back of my head, it wasn’t that I wasn’t into role play, but I would play a very poor golf instructor.

The farmer snorted by trying to hold back another laugh. “No, it means I don’t want to have sex. As in… With most standard relationships… There is sexual attraction on both sides. I’m not… sexually attracted to anyone. I don’t get aroused in that sense.”

“Oh.”

“And if that’s an issue for you—“

“Are you… boyfriend attracted to me?”

The farmer tilted their head, baffled. “What?”

“If you don’t want to have sex, and if you’re not ‘sexually’ attracted to me, am I boyfriend material?”

“You don’t mind that I don’t want to have sex with you?”

“Will you keep watching cheesy movies with me and sharing your wine?”

“Well, yeah—“

I pulled them into a hug, kissing the top of their head before resting my chin there. “Then you’re stuck with me, darling.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay not having sex?” Their question was muffled by my shirt but still loud enough to be heard.

“Of course! If I get to spend time with you… I’ll be the happiest man alive.”

“Thank you, Elliott.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank the ancient condom in my wallet that kept me from ever making an awkward move on you. It might even be old enough for a sip of that wine by now.”

“Liar. Let me see this thing.”

I chuckled and pulled away from them, taking out my wallet and plucking out the condom to be handed over. I didn’t even feel the ridge in it anymore, honestly how old was it?

“I’ve never even heard of this brand,” the farmer said while they inspected it.

I nodded. “Pretty sure their factory went up in flames many years ago.”

“Hm. Sounds like they didn’t protect themselves very well.” The farmer smirked and passed the condom back. “Thanks for being so understanding… I really appreciate that you’ve been so… not pushy.”

Sliding the condom back into my wallet for no reason, I laughed. “Not pushy Elliott at your service, my dear.”

They stood, taking my hand and dragging me along with them. “It’s late, we should head to bed.”

“As you wish… and hey,” I stopped, still holding their hand and made them look back at me. “If I ever make you uncomfortable, just let me know, alright?”

The farmer nodded and delivered a kiss to my cheek, their free hand coming to rest on my chest. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“You will always mean more to me than sex, I hope you know that.”

The sadness that flashed across their eyes was something I never wished to see again. I could only imagine how hard this must be for them, and relationships that may have ended because of it.

“My dick on the other hand… will be hard as a rock in the morning and I apologize in advance.”

“Elliot, oh my god!”

“It’s human nature!”

They groaned and smacked my chest. “You ruined the moment!”

“How could I ever?” I laughed and scooped them into my arms, my need for sleep now stronger than ever as I carried them into the bedroom. “When I love you as much as I do!”I dropped the farmer onto the bed, both of us giggling as I crawled under the sheets beside them.

They dropped their face into their pillow and sighed. “Don’t confess to me after talking about your dick. Tell me you love me again in the morning.”

I leaned over and kissed their cheek, earning a playful glare in return. “Anything for you.” I would make sure to tell them as many times as they needed to hear it.

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pyrrhicraven · 6 months

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I love your TMNT fics too! Can you galk about all of your TMNT ships please? 🥺

Fic name followed by the pairings as currently, my three fics have three very different versions of these characters lol

Last Knight Saki/Raphael: Saki has always been one of my favorite villains, and it's almost difficult not to see the goofy guy from the 87 series. But In some versions of TMNT Saki is a cold-hearted monster and in Last Knight, he isn't a good guy, Saki is a mobster, he is a killer, and more importantly he is a human being. He has feelings, and for the most part, he knows some of the things he does are really fucked up. Raphael is very much a ninja capable of killing, but he's also the heart of his family. If anything Saki's bringing the true ninja out of Raphael even while they're falling deeper into a romantic relationship. This is also probably the closest I'll get to writing a soulmate fic for TMNT 😂 I enjoy writing these two interactions because there is so much I can do with them, they both are very versatile characters. Mikey/Tiger Claw: I wanted to try out this pairing as I hadn't written for Tiger Claw before and toeing the line between enemies and not enemies has always been something I'm fond of writing. These two might not stay in a relationship but they'll have fun while they are in it lol Bebop/Rocksteady: Funny to say but this is one of my OTP's, you just don't get Bebop without Rocksteady, and the same in reverse. I hadn't written for them before and I really wanted to at least hint at it as they aren't the main pairing or even the secondary lol Hamato Yoshi/Tang Shen: A Canon Pairing but one I'll keep because it is tragic and Splinter is really messed up from her death, it's fun to write different ways she died, and also how much everyone involved regretted her dying so needlessly.

Pac-Man Mikey/Delisha: Delisha is an OC of mine that I made for Mikey to fall in love with. De is my first attempt at a trans character and a romantic partner for Mikey! She's funny and adores Mikey, she also works for Shredder as a receptionist and sometimes as a medic. That actually doesn't bother Mikey that she works for the enemy because he adores her. Of course, if she worked against him and his brothers that would certainly start an argument and a possible breakup for these two. Donatello/Saki: The Main pairing for Pac-Man. They are going to hurt each other, Both of them are really messed up Donnie having gone through a situation that really made him switch up his game and Saki just being the normal paranoid bastard that he can be lol Of course their differences are going to start arguments and Saki isn't just going to allow Donnie to control whatever their wacky relationship is and Donnie isn't going to give up power that easily. Casey/Raphael: Not my usual cup of tea, but I don't mind occasionally writing pairs that I wouldn't normally, and I also got the idea because someone asked me if Donnie's with Saki who's Raph with lol They are best friends so it's easy to transition that into a more romantic relationship. They still do all their normal stuff, but now they also cuddle on the couch to watch movies-kiss, etc. Leo/Rocksteady/Bebop: I was learning about terminology and QPR caught my attention. I'd already planned for Rocksteady/Bebop for this fic but adding Leo in a Queer platonic relationship with them had all the guys dating lol April/Venus: I was researching and was reminded once again that Venus was a thing and I should add her coming back into the guy's lives after having been away for a while. Pairing her off with April gave me Casey/Raph vibes and I liked that so I added it in, Not sure If I'll write this paring again after this fic but I'll have fun exploring their dynamic in the fic.

Nova Saki/Raphael: The Saki in this is a much better person than he is in Last Knight and Pac-Man. He's also really messed up from a long possession and learning how to live in a new era. Raphael in this is learning what it's like to be stabbed in the back by 'friends'. They begin to trust each other and eventually grow romantic feelings for each other. Now when the family finds out well that's going to be fun to write lol

#thanks for the ask!#fanfiction #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #rise of the tmnt #creative writing #my writing #answering asks

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frecklystars · 8 months

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💌 here’s a free gush pass for officer k!

OH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AHHH!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON you are so so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! This is just what I needed today!!! 🥺🥺💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Officer K!!! OOGHH WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN????? I've been yearning for him just about every day!!! Definitely one of my top favorite RG F/Os, probably even within the top three!!!! ;u;

I'm gonna go OFF, thank you, sweet anon, for allowing me to explode:

I've been dying to gush about Officer K and how he's become synonymous with Elvis. to me.

I used to be a hardcore Elvis fan when I was ten years old -- you know, normal, like all ten year olds. How did anybody assume I was neurotypical when I had an Elvis themed birthday party and did absolutely nothing but live, eat, and breathe Elvis Presley for a full year? Elvis on my walls, my mugs, my backpacks, my lunchbox, my clothes, my mousepad, even my breath mint case was a guitar shape with Elvis' face on it. You know, like all ten year olds have?? ANYWAY. I fell out of liking Elvis as I grew up, then flash forward to a decade later, I'm watching all these Ryan movies and there's so many instances where he'll say a line and it'll have the same bit of drawl or click of the tongue the way Elvis did, the same push/control of breath that makes his voice curve "up", and I'd think "huh... that sounds... familiar"

Then I watched br2049 for the first time, and there is that scene where an Elvis hologram shows up, glitching, singing "suspicious minds" for a moment, and it got me all excited. K was looking at it curiously for that split, split, SPLIT blink-and-you-miss-it second, and "I can't help falling in love with you" played a minute later, and he looked at the hologram again for just one moment. I just... started associating him with Elvis from that point forward. I don't even know if he liked Elvis' songs while they were playing; he was kind of, uh, going through quite a lot at the time, haha. but if he knew I liked Elvis' music/voice quite a bit, he'd come to associate it with me, and maybe he'd like it too.

I really love daydreaming about him coming home from a long day, he's just exhausted and jaded and there's this ache in his chest, and I know exactly what to do to try to make him feel better, feel loved, wanted -- or maybe I wake up from a nightmare or something, and he knows exactly what to do, to make me feel safe, cared for, secure -- I don't go a single day without daydreaming about us holding hands during those moments when we need each other terribly, slow dancing a little bit in his living room while playing Elvis records. He could just easily play the songs instantaneously from another device that would fill the whole room, but there's something... different... about a record player that he's so dearly drawn to. It's all Barbie pink (I had to bring it to him from some other dimension after all!), and he likes the faint sound of the stylus scratching, the little bits of static electricity.

"Love Me Tender" makes me teary-eyed every single time I listen to it now, just because it makes me feel so comforted to think about him. I think he'd hum it softly in my ear while we're slow dancing. Or just laying on the couch and cuddling, his coat as a makeshift blanket for the both of us, him rubbing my back and my fingers in his hair. If I can't sleep, he'll tell me fairytales in a soothing voice. Most of them he makes up on the spot, something something there's a princess with stars glittering in her hair, something something there is a stable boy named Joe who falls in love with the princess, something something he works to become her knight to protect her at all costs... she makes him feel like a prince even though everyone else views him as a mindless, worthless thing; he makes her feel safe and loved and like she's almost herself again when they have late night talks in a garden full of yellow flowers. They make each other feel things they have been missing out on for so long. And they live happily ever after. He always makes sure to end it that way; always a happy ending.

"It's Now or Never" is one of my favorites to associate with him too... when I listen to that song, I often think about him looking out his apartment window, waiting to see a shooting star (for context, my self insert enters universes via falling star, then transforming into a human once reaching the ground). He can never see a star in the sky, not in that universe, not when there's smog and advertisements in your face all the time, not when there's so much pollution, that the only stars, the only sunlight he could ever dream of seeing is a picture or drawing in a textbook. But he sees one star so vividly every few nights twinkling above him and slowly drifting toward where he is, whether that's home or in his office or out in the field. And he drops everything and bolts outside toward it, catches it, then tucks the star away in his coat, protecting it from the cold as he walks back inside. If he's going into his apartment, he feels a surge of protectiveness overtaking him. All of these people yelling at him, spitting at him, shoving him, throwing slurs in his direction - none of that matters, he's got a star tucked away near his heart and he's gotta make sure nothing happens to it. If he's getting shoved, he turns his body so he only gets hit in the shoulder or the back, not the chest or whichever side where the star might be tucked away. When he goes inside his apartment, he locks the door, takes a breath -- and suddenly there she is, there's his girl, still a bit of stardust in her hair from her travels. And we hug!!! One of those big tight hugs where you close your eyes and your fingers curl in the fabric of the other person's clothes. Desperate. And he lets out this big SIGH of relief.

I think about him listening to "Rubberneckin'" and he pauses and says "hey sweetheart... what does that mean?" "what?" "rubberneckin', what is that?" 👀 cue a visual demonstration here. it really doesn't help that the song has girls moaning in the background that he asks about too lmao

You know that scene where he's walking through the ruins of Las Vegas? I always remember "Viva Las Vegas" when I watch it. One of these days I hope to make a (very roughly) sketched animatic for the first 40 seconds of that song with Officer K.

"Baby, Let's Play House" describes K very well, as he literally comes home every day and plays house with Joi lol. That's not one of my favorite songs but I listen to it on occasion and think of him. "Don't Be Cruel" is probably my favorite Elvis song to associate with him so far. I always think of dancing to it with him, and him laughing. Actually laughing. Feeling good. I want him to be so happy around me. "Bossa Nova" is a good dancing song for us too!

I think about AUs for Driver and K, like, what is it called... a greaser AU? 70's AU? I just want the excuse to draw them in a black jacket, me in a cute poodle skirt, us sharing a milkshake at a diner or dancing to a jukebox. I wanna draw things. I WANNA DRAW THINGS.

ANYWAY ANYWAY I've rambled enough. Thank you SO MUCH for giving me this free gush pass. Whoever you are, I am sending you the biggest hug and lots of love and chocolates and all of your favorite flowers. That was really nice of you to brighten up my inbox after such a hard day ;w; and it's so sweet of you to remember how much I love this guy. Ahhh. This means a lot to me. I hope when you get something from the vending machine, it gives you two snacks for the price of one. I hope you find money on the ground. I hope all of your favorite songs come on the radio when you go grocery shopping. I hope you have the most delicious meal in the world the next time you go out. Thank you for your kindness, it doesn't go unnoticed. Quite the opposite. Sending you so much joy and love and good vibes 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

#anonymous #asks #keepsake #self insert asks #love notes #💕♬♪ ♡ I can't help falling in love with you ☆- ̗̀💛 ̖́-☆#love notes: officer k ♡

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