#with her megawatt sunshine smile

[thefrsers]

CAITRIONA BALFE DURING THE IFTA AWARDS 2023(x)

[munsonsmixtapes]

🏀❤️‍🩹🏕

sunshine!Steve x grumpy!fem!reader

cw: mention of blood

When you had signed up to be a camp counselor for the summer, you hadn’t expected Steve Harrington to be there. If you had known, you definitely wouldn’t have gone to that particular camp. There was something about him that rubbed you the wrong way. It was almost as if he seemed too happy and you didn’t like that. With him, there was always something to look forward to and maybe you just didn’t like him because you were jealous.

Despite your dislike for him, he was always nice to you when you were both in school. He’d greet you with in the cafeteria with that megawatt smile and you’d grimace, but that would never deter him. In fact, he’d just smile wider, as if the look on your face made him happy.

But it didn’t. Seeing you always so angry upset Steve. He wanted to get to the bottom of it. To know what was making you tick and how he could fix that. He had been that way for a years after everything that had happened in the Upside Down and after he had found healthy ways to cope with it, he tried his best to help others around him.

He sat next to you every day for every meal and you’d just brush him off. You didn’t need friends. You just wanted to be alone, which was ironic since you had decided to spend your summer around a bunch of kids. But Steve wasn’t going to give up. He was going to sit there every day until you finally talked to him.

The day you did finally speak, you turned to him long enough to utter the words “fuck off” before turning back to your tray. After that, Steve decided to leave you alone for a while.

He watched you from afar, smiling to himself as he saw you interact with the campers. His heart warmed seeing you help one of them out with an injury. One of the girls had fallen on her way inside the lodge for dinner and scraped her knee and you had been quick to react, taking a first aid kit from the backpack you had carried and wiped the debris out of her cut along with the blood that had run down her leg.

You were talking to her the whole time, trying to distract her from the pain and it worked like a charm. You asked her what her favorite color was and she seemed very passionate about pink, blush pink to be specific. She talked about it the entire five minutes you cleaned her up and you nodded along, agreeing that it was a great color.

Once your work was done, you helped her up from the ground and she decided that she wanted to sit next to you for dinner which you had no problem agreeing to. She seemed to be a loner just like you and you were happy to have someone who you got along with.

You sat at the table and waited for Clementine who was in line getting her food. Steve stood in front of her and helped her pile her plate high with the options that were available that night. You watched him lean down to talk to her, that stupid fucking smile making its way onto his face. You got this weird feeling in your chest as you watched him help her, the smile on both their faces as he did so.

Once they had their food, Clementine grabbed Steve by the hand and pulled him right over to the table where you were sitting. You tried your hardest to keep your smile on your face as he approached you.

The tension was high and Steve wasn't sure how to approach the situation. He wanted to sit with Clem since she had been so eager, but now that you were in the equation, he wasn't so sure. He was still trying to be respectful.

"Y/n, look who's going to sit with us!" She exclaimed as she got to your table with Steve's wrist in her hand. You bit back a laugh at how awkward the man looked. For someone who used to have the word "king" tacked onto his name, he definitely didn't seem very confident. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there and you felt the same.

"Hey, Clem, he started to say, knowing that you didn't want him to sit with you, but you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Take a seat, Stevie," you said as you pulled out the chair to the left of yours. Not only were you calling him by the nickname that he loved, but you also were letting him sit with you? What alternate dimension had he entered? Definitely not the Upside Down. This dimension was much nicer since it had you in it.

Steve hesitantly set his plate on the table and sat down next you, your chairs dangerously close to one another, but you weren't going to admit that you liked it. You could feel his eye's on you, but you ignored him. You weren't going to let him win.

You got up from your seat to throw your plate away, but there was something slippery on the floor, causing you to slip. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the fall, but it never came. Someone had caught you. You were so grateful that you had been saved that you had to know who had caught you.

You opened your eyes to be met by the warm honey ones you had become familiar with over the summer. Steve helped you to your feet and you looked at him, his eyes boring into yours as he searched them for any sign of discomfort. You liked that he wanted to protect you and you knew you had to nip that right in the bud. You couldn’t be with him as much as you wanted to. You just couldn’t.

You pushed Steve’s hands off of you and stepped away, feeling yourself bubbling with anger as you watched his face contort into even more concern. He stepped forward and you stepped back, putting you hands out we he’d keep his distance.

“Stay away from me, Harrington,” you told him before fleeing the lodge. You could still feel the way his arms held you and felt even more angry that you kind of liked it.

What was Steve’s deal. Why was he playing at? He was still so nice to you despite your dislike for him and you didn’t like that you were slowly warming up to him. That he was starting to that’s your frozen heart bit by bit.

You went to your cabin and got ready for bed even though it was still light outside, trying not to think about him and his pretty smile or his beautiful brown eyes that made you melt when they looked into yours. You weren’t falling for him. You just weren’t. You never would have worked out anyway. You were just too different. The complete opposite of each other.

You got into your bunk and your mind drifted to Steve, the moment where he caught you replaying over and over in your head. You were starting to feel bad for the way you treated him. He was just trying to help and you blew up at him. You didn’t think you deserved his niceness.

You tossed and turned the entire night, wondering how Steve was doing and if you still had time to apologize for being so rude to him. Somehow, you just knew that he’d forgive you.

You couldn’t sleep, your guilt of being rude to Steve practically the entire summer eating you alive. You checked the clock and saw that there was only an hour before everyone would be up so you got out of your bunk and sneaked out the door to the lodge for some early breakfast.

You slowly crept inside and noticed a box of cereal out on the counter, feeling your stomach growl as you thought about having a bowl of the stuff. You went to grab the box only to find someone else in the kitchen with you. Steve. Maybe now was your chance to finally apologize.

“Hey,” he smiled and you still weren’t used to the fact that he was a morning person. How someone could be that chipper at 7:00 AM, you didn’t know.

“Hi, Steve,” you grumbled and Steve reached for the cereal and poured you a bowl before holding it out to you. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled before passing you the milk and a spoon. “Do you want some orange juice?”

“Sure,” you nodded and he grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and set it on the counter before reaching for two glasses from the cabinet that was behind him. He turned his head towards you and watched you stretch, your t-shirt riding up as you did so. He was so distracted that the glass in the hand fell to the floor and shattered into many pieces.

Your head jerked in his direction and you rounded the counter, no wanted to get hurt in the glass. The cabinet managed to close on its own, whacking Steve in the forehead. He clutched it in pain and you pulled him backwards to get him to a safe zone.

You swept up the glass and got rid of it before checking on Steve to make sure that he was okay. You noticed a little blood on his forehead. You pulled him over to the sink and grabbed the first aid kit that was under it. You grabbed an alcohol wipe and wiped away the blood causing Steve to wince at the stinging sensation it brought.

“Sorry.”

“That’s alright. You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I want to.”

“You do?”

“I’m sorry, Steve. For everything. I was a bitch and-”

“You weren’t a bitch. You had created boundaries and I crossed them.”

“I told you to fuck off when you were just being nice. You can say that I was a bitch, alright? And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for pushing you away when all you were trying to do was be my friend.”

“It’s okay,” he put his hands over yours, his honey eyes looking into yours and you could see how serious he was. He was forgiving you and it was time for you to forgive yourself. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course you can.”

“I really like you.” Out of all of the things he could have said, that definitely wasn’t what you were expecting. His tone made it seem like he wasn’t meaning liking you as a friend.

“I really like you too,” you replied and his eyes widened at your confession. His mouth was agape and you supposed that it was shocking that his feelings were reciprocated considering your supposed hatred for him. “I feel like I have for a long time but I was afraid to let you in. Getting close to people is scary, but I’m not scared anymore.”

“Are you saying that you want to start something with me?”

“I’d really like that,” you nodded and Steve smiled, warming your heart.

“I’d really like that too,” he smiled back and you put a bandaid on his injury before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

[cdragons]

You lived on the Cut, but you knew your situation was far better than most of your friends.

While you were by no means a Kook, your family had enough money to be comfortable. Sure, it wasn't a beach mansion with 10 bedrooms, 8 baths, and a decked-out pool - but it was more than enough.

Your parents had full-time jobs that paid the bills, put food on the table, and gave you a roof over your head. Most importantly, they could comfortably afford Costco executive memberships for both.

At first, they were skeptical about paying so much for a membership fee, but when they saw the annual 2% rewards on qualified Costco purchases - they were sold.

The only Costco on the island was in Kitty Hawk, which was about a 15-minute drive without traffic. Because of your parents' schedules, the only times they had time were on the weekends. They always took you with them, of course. Weekends were the best part of the week, not because you got out of school but because you got to go to Costco.

Your parents made it so fun, too! Costco was your own little amusement park - your parents let you ride in the shopping cart as you waved to fellow shoppers, your family tried each and every sample cart dispersed throughout the store, and you got to have a giant slice of pizza and soda from the food court!

Not only that, but the people at the exit would always draw a balloon on the receipt after they checked the cart!

The moment you were able to get your driver's license, you wanted to get a membership, too. You paid for it with the money you saved up from years of babysitting, working at the Kook Country Club, and even helping out with the Wreck.

You loved the store so much. Even when the Pogues would ask you to join them on the weekends, you told them you couldn't go because you had to go shopping with your parents.

Finally, JJ (your amazingly sweet, sexy, funny, wonderful boyfriend who you had a crush on since the sixth grade) wanted to find out what was so dang special about this "eXCluSivE" warehouse store that it meant he had to be kept away from his (out-of-his-league, gorgeous, smart, sunshine smiles) girl (who he's been in love with since the third grade).

Luckily, your dad had a job that was gonna take up the entire weekend. Your mom and you could have gone, but your dad was the heavy lifter of the family - you two needed him for the real heavy stuff.

That's where JJ comes in!

You and JJ were lying on the hammock the afternoon before the trip when you asked him if he could join you and your mom to Costco because they needed help loading stuff into the house afterward.

"It's nothing too crazy, but mom's been getting a lot of night shifts lately, and I don't want her to strain herself more than she already has to. I'll treat you to whatever you want at the food court!" What kind of heartless monster would JJ have to be to refuse? God, he wanted to smush your cheeks between his palms and kiss every part of your face from then till the rapture. Besides, your folks have been so good to him since he was a tot. Which is pretty much exactly what he did. "Don't worry, pretty mama; papa J'll get it done."

...Listen, he still thinks it's weird your parents fork over so much money just to shop at this one store when there's a perfectly good Bobby Heyward on the Cut. Buuuuut, he'll go along with anything you do if it means he gets to see that 1000-megawatt smile you shine his way.

The next day, you and your mom pick JJ from the Chateau, and JJ's never seen you so excited, ever. You're practically hopping like a little bunny, and he would've pulled you onto his lap if your mom wasn't there.

"I can't wait for you to see it! You're going to love it! Everyone's so nice, and the food there is so cheap, you'll never want to leave." JJ couldn't help but affectionately roll his eyes at your excitement. Anyone else, he'd think they'd lost their marbles or hit their joint too much - but for you, it was nothing short of adorable. "Baby," he kissed your cheek. "S'just a store - ain't gonna be Disney."

...He was wrong...he was sooooo wrong. JJ's jaw fucking dropped at the sight of the massive warehouse since your mom pulled into the parking lot, all the way to when they entered the store when she pulled out her card for security to check.

You had to physically shut his mouth out of fear he'd eat a bug.

JJ was starin' at everything like he was at Disney, and he really might as well have been. He begged your mom if it was alright if they could walk in every aisle to see it all. Your mom raised a brow before seeing the absolutely adoring expression you had on your boyfriend.

How could you help yourself? He looked so cute, all excited!

She agreed, and immediately, JJ went to the electronics sections and plopped down at the TV with the biggest screen and the best graphics he'd ever seen. From there, he found the section in the beginning where the coupon and sale items were located and immediately gunned for the discount toothpaste and razors.

"Baby! They give you a pack of 30 here! "...I don't think your peach fuzz counts. And do you even brush your teeth every day?" "Uh, 'scuse me - I will for these prices. And don't think I don't know how many of these bad boys you n' Kie go through each month. Your cooch will never be growing out of its jungle with these bad boys."

The food and household sections are his own damn paradise. He tries every sample and goes back for more, and the workers treat him like he's a freaking golden retriever puppy.

"Babe, babe, babe - this place gives you two loaves for ONE SET! ONE SET! LOOK AT THE CAKES AND MUFFINS! Oh shi- we need to bring Pope. He'll lose his rocks for this."

Sees the prices for the Kirkland products and immediately insists that anything else is "boUgIE."

"5 BUCKS FOR A PACK OF 40?!" "It's 3.99 if you're a member."

Immediately goes and loads two packs into the cart. You warn him not to let Kie know that you and your family voluntarily bought plastic water bottles - he does not care.

"(Y/N), she can crucify me upside down n' shit; we're not missing out on this deal."

He sees the $5 rotisserie chickens and physically stops the cart. You slam into his back and barely have enough time to grab onto his shirt to stop him from getting another cart and filling it up with chickens.

"We don't need so many chickens!" "THINK OF ALL THE STUFF YOU CAN MAKE!" "We'll get one for you for now and come back another time!" "But-" "I'll even let you sit in the cart!"

Finally, you and your mom got everything from the shopping list (along with a few other things upon JJ's request), and you three could finally head out for the checkout.

Just when JJ thought he couldn't love Costco more, he finally saw his heaven...the Costco food court.

$2 slices of pizza...$1.50 for a hot dog, and a free refill soda combo...$3 smoothies...$2 soft serves...$9.95 18-INCH PEPPERONI PIZZAS????

...Fuck the Wreck, this was officially the best restaurant on the whole fucking island.

Your mom gives the green light for you and him to get a table, and JJ practically jumps on the first empty table (there were still grease stains and ketchup spills from the previous seaters) and sets his stuff down. His giant 6' body is leaning over smaller frame as he watches you press the buttons on the order kiosk.

"Two hot dogs...one pepperoni - no, make that two - no, three - fuck it, get the whole pie...holy shit, they got churros?!"

After you pay and grab the receipt, you two wait by the window for your food as JJ is buzzing with the biggest smile you've seen on him since you two got together. A couple of onlookers are staring at the two of you - some with skeptical expressions, others warmly chuckling at his excitement.

When your number is called, the mountain of food you ordered requires only the most delicate and careful balancing acts for you two to get back to the table where your mom was. Thankfully, she cleaned the table and got the napkins before you all sat down. She volunteered to fill the sodas - Coke for you and her, Mountain Dew for JJ.

The noises he makes while eating are borderline pornographic and make everyone around your immediate vicinity uncomfortable. Parents, grandmas, kids, and employees are giving your table the BIGGEST side eyes; meanwhile, you're just eatin' your pizza and sippin' your soda with the straightest poker face. Occasionally, you turn around and stare at your blonde menace with the most lovestruck expression in the history of ever, and you're just so happy to be the one to give him this experience.

While he's on the john, you snuck away and bought the prettiest bouquet you found in your price range. Afterward, you went back to the food court kiosk and sorted a chocolate soft-serve cup just for him! The look of pure, unadulterated adoration on his face when you gave him the bouquet alone made you wanna cry tears of joy, and when you showed him the ice cream cup - he immediately picked you up and spun you in a circle with everyone watching.

Your mom was 100% recording the whole thing and sent it to your dad.

At the exit, you asked if the lady could draw a balloon. She looked over, confused before she saw your golden retriever puppy of a boyfriend and even drew a smiley face on the balloon. It goes without saying JJ keeps the receipt in his wallet.

Literally the happiest person on the Cut, he's skippin' everywhere, all day. Nothing can bring him down, not even the fucking high prices Mike Carerra charges for one fucking drink at the Wreck.

Keeps the receipt so he can brag about how much your family saved to the other Pogues. John B and Pope do not believe him until they scroll through all dozens of pictures in JJ's camera roll of every glorious thing he saw at Costco.

...They beg you to include them next time.

This is for all the JJ girlies who want some fluff! Let me know in the comments what you think, and reblog if you enjoyed reading it and want more!

Tagging: @ethereal-athalia, @dipperscavern, @instructionsnotincluded, @darlingchronicles, @ruerecs, @excbambi , @jjsfavgirl , @bre99 , @redhead1180, @markno

[cocofawn]

𓍯𓂃 𝓀𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑒 . . “'cause you're so lovely, you're so lovely. i can't help but fall for you, love— when you love me, it's so lovely loving you .ᐟ so lovely loving you . . 🥐🍁🌰🖌️”

𝓀𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑒 ﾉ attending an autumn festival ﾉ face painting ﾉ going to the park ﾉ dancing ‘n prancing in the leaves . . created especially fwor m’ angel-faced darling, @satorisoup

"bustling streets and throngs of people— the hustle and bustle is an expected sight during this time of the year. with the onset of the holiday season, and the subsequent influx of visitors, the city is a hive of activity.

the streets are decorated with festive trimmings and seasonal décor, the storefronts a veritable cornucopia of goods; their shelves laden with treats and trinkets, all beckoning shoppers to sample their wares, and purchase their products.

as the sounds of the city's commotion grows louder, and the crowds become denser, a certain someone— a familiar face— becomes more apparent. a flash of crimson, a spiky, ruby-red mane is visible amongst the sea of strangers, the hue unmistakable, its vividness rivaling that of the finest gemstone; the most vibrant and saturated of rubies.

with the excitement of a child on christmas morning, you giddily approach your found-love from behind, taking advantage of the element of surprise.

your arms snake their way around his waist, a hug that is a tad on the side of clingy, a display of affection that is indicative of how much you have missed him. his form stiffens momentarily, caught off-guard by the sudden, unexpected touch. but, upon realising the source of the gesture, and the identity of its owner, his muscles relax, the tension leaving his body, the rigidness giving way to a sense of relief and elation.

you are then spun around as if in a dance, the momentum propelling your form backwards until it is safely nestled within his awaiting embrace, a hug that is returned with a warmth that is second to none.

‘hey, pretty girl! almost thought you'd forgotten about me!’ he laughs, those pointy, pearly whites of his flashing, his grin a megawatt, sunshine-filled expression that is as dazzling as it is infectious.

your own giggles mingle with his, your eyes shining with delight and glee, a happiness that is evident in every aspect of your being. every simple exchange— a greeting, a hug, a peck on the cheek— is one that is cherished, treasured; moments that are made infinitely sweeter when experienced with him.

with his arm draped around your shoulders, he guides you through the crowd, the pair of you weaving like fish in the water, effortlessly avoiding the masses, a synchronised dance that is guided by the music of the city's ambience.

after a short walk, your feet find themselves at a booth— a quaint, yet cosy structure, its appearance a reflection of the festivities it houses.

the wooden beams, which form its skeleton, are painted with an autumnal palette: a gradient of warm hues— from the brightest, most saturated of amber, to the muted, subdued, yet no less lively, shades of burnt sienna. the panels that cover the surface are adorned with the same motif, their colourful decorations resembling a patchwork quilt, the different patterns and textures creating a visual feast.

you turn to look up at kirishima, before looking back at the multitude of paints and brushes, and the array of stencils, and the many, many glittery items that await to be placed on his visage. face painting, it appears, is the order of the day.

the lady in charge of the booth is an older, portly woman, whose face is framed by a cloud of grey curls, the strands resembling a halo; a fitting accessory for one so kind-hearted.

with her warm, welcoming smile, and the soft, inviting crinkles that surround her eyes, she greets you and your companion, ushering the pair of you closer to her domain, encouraging you to choose a design from the collection that rests in her hands.

the booklet brims with a wide variety of designs, the pages filled with a plethora of patterns that are a testament to the skill and creativity of its maker. you peruse the pages, admiring the intricate details and beautiful artistry, your gaze eventually falling upon a piece that is a perfect match for the two of you: a pair of adorable, yet mischievous-looking foxes.

your finger traces the outline of the design, before pointing at it excitedly, the enthusiasm in your actions leaving little room for interpretation.

kirishima is quick to take notice, and after a cursory glance at the drawing, his eyes sparkle with delight, his head bobbing up and down too in agreement; a gesture that is met with an exuberant nod from the woman, her approval a sure sign that her services are accepted.

after a few, quick exchanges, and the payment of the required fee (which kirishima so graciously offered to provide— a gentleman indeed), the preparations are completed.

with a brush in one hand, and a bundle of creamy paint in the other, the artist sets about her work, her strokes a masterclass in precision despite the shakiness of her fingers that comes with the passage of time. the brush is an extension of her own, the movements flowing with a grace and fluidity that is befitting of an experienced painter.

the foxes gradually take form, their fur adorned with an assortment of markings and patterns, each one a unique, and no less endearing, addition. a black splodge marks the final product, the nose a round, circular shape that is the perfect counterpoint to the sharp, angular features.

upon completion, the masterpiece is revealed, and the result is beyond compare.

you and kirishima are adorned with matching, foxy faces, your smiles a perfect mirror image, your eyes shining with the same, effervescent joy. the colours are a beautiful contrast against your complexions, their pigments complementing the different hues that reside within.

kirishima's own, ruddy cheeks are accentuated by the furry friends' tails, the rosy, blotchy patches an adorable addition to his already-charming appearance.

the woman offers a compliment on her craft, her words accompanied by an airy laugh. the praise is well-received, and the pair of you offer your thanks, expressing your gratitude with a wave and a few words.

as the two of you make your departure, kirishima's hand seeks yours, the digits interlocking in a way that is natural, and yet, so intimate. a squeeze of his palm, and the return of the gesture, and the two of you set out into the busy streets once more, his presence a welcome comfort as you explore the city's delights.

the evening is spent admiring the different sights, and purchasing a few knick-knacks along the way. your bags are full of festive mementos: a pumpkin lantern here, a jar of candy there, knitted sweaters and cute socks— and of course, handmade, edible confectioneries.

with your spoils acquired, you and your companion find yourselves resting under a canopy of fiery-hued foliage, a small clearing situated within a nearby park.

the trees are ablaze with the colours of autumn, their branches heavy with fruits and the leaves, their roots firmly planted in the ground. their forms are majestic, a testament to the life-giving energy of nature, and the abundance afforded by the earth.

a few, stray leaves fall from their perches, landing on your forms with a rustle and a soft crunch. they tumble and turn, twisting and twirling, a dance that is mirrored by you and kirishima as you flutter and flit, within and without, the leaves, like the spirits that inhabit them.

your giggles and laughter mingle with the sounds of the natural world, your voices a chorus of mirth and glee. you reach out and clasp his hands, spinning and pivoting, your feet skittering over the ground. you are a blur of movement, a kaleidoscope of colour, the patterns and shapes meshing together into a whirling, dizzying haze.

your steps come to a halt, and the two of you collapse in a heap, your forms splayed out on the ground, the leaves a cushion for your bodies. the earth is your bed, and the faintest of breezes, your blanket, as you stare up at the sky, your vision filled with the clouds that drift across its expanse.

they move with a grace and elegance that is reminiscent of the celestial beings, their forms so soft and airy, like tufts of cotton ca—

your thoughts are cut off by the sensation of a kiss on the cheek, and the gentle press of a finger on the tip of your nose; the touch a feather-light caress. you roll onto your side, and gaze up at the boy who lies beside you, the sun's golden rays enveloping him in a radiant, heavenly glow.

‘seasons have been a hell of a lot sweeter since ya came into my life, baby.' he says, a confession uttered with the utmost sincerity, the words punctuated by another kiss— this time to the corner of your mouth, the action causing a slight flush to appear on your skin, a reaction that is not lost on him.

with his thumb, he gently strokes the spot where his lips have left a lingering trace, the pads tracing the contours of your face, his gaze full of tender affection.

and, in that moment, under the watchful eyes of the sky, and the silent witness of the earth, the two of you share a kiss. a kiss that is soft, and sweet, and as delicate as the petals of a dandelion. a kiss that is filled with love, and passion, and a promise to remain together, to always be there for each other, to cherish and protect one another, come what may.

as the two of you separate, he gives you a toothy, lopsided grin— so uniquely his own, so very, very him.

with the help of a strong, firm hand, you rise to your feet, brushing the debris from your clothes, and adjusting your position until you are once again comfortable. the sun is slowly descending in the sky, her departure imminent, yet her presence still felt.

after a few moments spent enjoying the tranquillity of the setting, the pair of you begin your journey homeward, the bags in your grasp (more-so his, than yours) filled with all the wonderful, and wondrous, memories of the day.

you bid the park goodbye, the two of you offering a promise that you will return soon, and, as the evening draws to a close, the sun's golden light dwindling in the horizon, you and your sweetheart set out into the city's streets, ready to greet a new tomorrow, and continue the journey of a lifetime together. "

[hangon-silvergirl]

getting away with something (also available on ao3)

words and art by @hangon-silvergirl

Eddie and Chrissy burst out of the courthouse doors and into the late afternoon sunshine, hand-in-hand, breathless and beaming. She's his wife (Wife! Wife! Wife!) and he's her husband (HOLY SHIT), and Eddie almost feels like they're getting away with something. And maybe they are! As Chrissy turns to him with her megawatt smile stretching from ear-to-ear, Eddie doesn't resist the dramatic urge that bubbles into his brain; he spins Chrissy out and away from him, twirling her back into his arms and pulling her tight, reveling in the way she slots so perfectly against his chest. She's an eighteen-year-old, spur-of-the-moment bride—dolled up in a silky, lacey, poufy dress that she'd found at the thrift store—and she sighs into him like there's no question that this is where she's meant to be. And maybe it is.

Comparatively Eddie is sporting his least gaudy button-up and the only jeans he has with no holes in them. (And not that clothes matter much; he'd have married Chrissy naked if he'd had to.) "Shall we go home, Mrs. Munson?" he asks her, bursting at the seams with pleasure, high on this moment and on the promise in their wide-open future. "Yes please, Mr. Munson," she replies with a giggle. Another dramatic urge takes hold of him, and so Eddie leans into Chrissy and scoops her up bridal style. She makes a little eek! of surprise as he does so, then glows with pleasure once she realizes what he's done. Eddie carries her down the steps, out of the bubble of the last hour, and back into mundane Hawkins, where the van is sitting by a busted parking meter. Passersby are already double-taking at the sight of them, their expressions melting from casual indifference to blatant shock at lightspeed. They both spot Mrs. O'Donnell gaping at them from the mailbox two doors down, hands frozen mid-stamp-lick. Eddie and Chrissy wave at her, and, amazingly, blinking rapidly like she's been reset, the old crone waves back. Eddie sets Chrissy down lightly then kisses her desperately, absolutely nothing able to wipe the smiles off of both of their probably dumb, totally lovesick faces. After they break apart, they climb into the van. "N.I.B" by Black Sabbath blares appropriately out of the tinny speakers as Eddie starts the ignition. They've got aluminum cans and a cardboard sign proclaiming them Just Married attached to the bumper, and as they start driving away, they can hear the merry jingle-clink of former Chef Boyardee smacking off of the pavement as Ozzy proclaims I will give you those things you thought unreal. As the Munson's (THE MUNSONS! Smack that shit on a Christmas card!) peel out of downtown and head back to Forest Hills (drawing more eyes and discombobulated attention as they go), Eddie thinks that he and Chrissy won't have to post a marriage announcement in the Hawkins Post; they're like their own little unconventional parade, and everyone and their mother (including Chrissy's, ha!) will know what they've done before suppertime. Chrissy reaches across the center console and threads their fingers together, looking at him like he's blessed and unquantifiable and good enough to eat. Which, Jesus Christ, how is he such a lucky son-of-a-bitch? Eddie's never been happier to know that he's about to become a scandalous source of gossip; has never been more determined to disprove the assumptions that he knows are coming. With this perfect-for-him woman in the passenger seat, and the whole of forever in front of them to conquer for better or worse, the inevitable circle-jerk of narrowminded opinions doesn't really phase him, because they hold no weight. No matter how many idiots out there end up tutting and sighing and saying that he and Chrissy don't have what it takes, and what a shame... (Eddie squeezes Chrissy's hand, feels her wedding ring dig against his fingers, and thanks the universe for the gift of her; swears to God, if he's even out there, that Eddie will never take her for granted.) They do.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Best Medicine (Requested Ghost oneshot)

Summary: Y/n is the newest ghoul who just finished her first ritual. She didn't realize how much energy the band usually spent; it was nothing like the rehearsals so when the adrenaline finally wore off she found herself feeling drained with a pounding headache; good thing she wasn't alone in her suffering.

Prompt: Requested by an anon follower! Thank you so much for the request; hope you like it!

Follow My Work!

The real deal was so much better than rehearsals. She loved the rush being on stage in front of thousands gave her. She loved jumping up and down with Swiss, loved teasing Mountain from her small stage at the back. She loved being pulled into little dance-offs with Sunny and flirting with Cumulus or Cirrus when the Air Ghoulette went to play her keyboard. Y/n loved it all. Watching Dewdrop, Aether, and Rain mess around up front while Papa pretended to be fussy always gave her a giggle. She just loved performing and she was grateful for the chance to join them as a newly summoned ghoulette for the band.

But man did the backlash kill her when the adrenaline finally wore off. She felt so drained and she felt her temples start to throb from the constant noise. After the ritual was over and they did their walk around; throwing picks, receiving flowers and other gifts, and doing a few cute little fan service moments the Ritual was over and she was more than grateful to be off the stage and out of the spotlight.

As they headed down the steps out of view Y/n sighed feeling her shoulders sag in relief as much as bone-deep weariness. But they weren't out of the clear yet. They still needed to make it to the dressing rooms before they could fully relax. At least, Y/n felt like it. She still wasn't comfortable with taking off her mask and gear until she was in the privacy of a closed door even if they were out of the eyes of the fans.

An arm swung around her shoulders as she walked behind Rain and Dewdrop ahead of her and she turned her head; her mask knocking against Swiss' as he bent his head down to speak to her; his usual megawatt smile on his face shining bright against the darkness of his face paint.

"How'd you like your first ritual squirt?" he asked as they walked.

"It was so much fun! A lot better than I thought it'd be. I was so nervous." Y/n confessed smiling back despite the throbbing in her temples.

"Well, you did amazing out there! I think the fans really loved you!" Sunshine piped up, skipping over and linking her arm with the other female's.

"I hope so!" Y/n smile was small as she imagined the fans not being so keen on a new member joining but the majority of the fans didn't seem to mind her; they were generally paying more attention to the three ghouls that usually took front stage with Papa.

"Hey, are you feeling okay lovie?" Aether's voice piped up from over Y/n's shoulder as the quintessence ghoul peeked over as if to see her face despite her mask still being on along with the others.

"Oh yeah just...a little tired, I guess." Y/n confessed looking down at her boots as they walked.

"Oh, honey are you not feeling good? Shoot, let's get you back to the dressing rooms so we can just relax for a moment." Aether offered as the group headed towards the main dressing room they were assigned.

Once inside Y/n plopped herself on the sofa and tugged off her mask; smoothing her hair back from her face and closing her eyes when the light made her headache worse and caused her to groan as she tipped her face back against the comfort of the leather.

"You don't look too good, Blossom. Are you feeling okay?" Mountain's voice rumbled from somewhere in the room and Y/n just nodded weakly.

"Just tired...." she mumbled.

"You look more than just tired. You're actually burning up!" Sunshine's cool palm rested against her forehead and Y/n sighed leaning into the cold touch.

"Are you feeling ill?" Rain piped up next as he went to grab a water from the minifridge for himself and then grabbed a second one to toss at Mountain who caught it easily and uncapped it with a soft crack of plastic.

"Here petal, this'll help. Can you tell us what's wrong?" the large ghoul knelt by her side and lifted the bottle to her lips.

Y/n greedily sucked down the cold liquid and sighed when she drained nearly half the bottle before it was taken away from her. She peeked an eye open to look at him and give him a reassuring half smile.

"I'm okay, just probably dehydrated." she reassured.

"No joke. Those stage lights are a killer." Dewdrop muttered as he wiped the sweat from his forehead after taking his own mask off.

"Yeah..." Y/n mumbled leaning against Sunshine for comfort. The movement made her stomach churn and the lights felt suddenly too bright for her eyes as she buried her face into the ghoulette's shoulder.

"I'll go let Papa know and see what plans are for staying somewhere for the night." Swiss offered as he left the room with Aether in tow.

"I'll go grab you a bag of chips or something to snack on, Droplet. It's better if you don't go on an empty stomach after a show." Rain added softly as he gazed across the room worriedly at his packmate.

He left with Dewdrop in tow behind him muttering about wanting a candy bar too which left Sunshine and Mountain with Y/n. Cumulus and Cirrus had followed Papa to his dressing room to talk to him earlier.

"How are you feeling honey?" Sunshine asked sweetly as she pressed a kiss to the other's head.

"Like the world is tipping on its axis.' Y/n confessed and then clamped a hand over her mouth when she felt the acid burn in her throat.

"Shit!" Mountain grabbed a trashcan nearby just in time to place it in front of the youngest member before the ghoulette upheaved stomach acid into the plastic bucket.

Sunshine lifted her hair from her face and rubbed her back in soothing circles as the other gagged and spit into the bucket between her legs.

"Y/n when was the last time you ate anything?" Sunshine asked worriedly.

"Uh...this morning? I think? Papa brought us some chicken biscuits from the nearby diner, remember?"

"This morning?! Y/n that was over 12 hours ago!" Mountain chided with a sigh as he went to dig in his bag to grab some pain killers for her head. "You have to take better care of yourself, petal. I know your still getting used to being topside but even as demons we have to make sure we refuel ourselves. We don't have the same tolerance of lack of hunger as we did in Hell." he said as he returned and sat down beside her; a hand holding two small white pills in his large palm while the other held the rest of the water bottle out to her.

Y/n gave a weak smile and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before grabbing the pills and water; downing the medicine before leaning back against the couch with a groan.

"I know, I forgot. I was just nervous about tonight I guess I just forgot." she mumbled.

"No more forgetting. We'll have to make sure you start eating regularly again." Mountain pulled the girl against his side and she sighed contently as she nuzzled into his side; curling up like a kitten against his larger frame.

Sunshine smiled and wrapped her tail around her fellow ghoulette's leg and draped herself across her lap purring and running a soothing hand along her thigh.

"It's okay Y/n, we promise. We've all done it once or twice." she replied soothingly.

Y/n smiled back even when her eyes were closed and she took the other's hand to press a kiss to it before cuddling it against her shoulder like a pillow causing the bubbly female to giggle.

"Let me turn the lights off okay? We can take a quick cat nap before Papa comes to get us." she offered before unwrapping herself from the others and going to click the lights to the room to give Y/n some relief before rejoining them on the couch.

When Rain and Dewdrop returned arms full of snacks they found Mountain stretched out on the couch with Y/n curled up against him and Sunshine across her; both females fast asleep as the gentle giant rumbled in a purr that was lulling them into a deeper sleep. When they entered Mountain placed his finger to his lips as a sign to keep them quiet.

Rain smiled placing his stash down on the table before heading over; his cool hand placing itself on Y/n's forehead to feel her temperature. "She doing any better?" he whispered.

"Just forgot to take care of herself." Mountain replied. "She'll be better when she wakes up from her nap."

Dewdrop wrinkled his nose as he nudged the puke bucket to the side. "We can see that." he grumbled before dropping down to the ground to lean against the couch and rest his head on the free space of cushion beside them.

Rain chuckled and shook his head but joined his packmate on the floor to cuddle against him. "Swiss and Aether are going to go pick us up some dinner. Papa and the girls are checking in with our hotel reservations for tonight. We'll be leaving soon to head there." he informed.

"Good, I'm tired of sleeping on the tour bus." Dew yawned.

"Then we'll have a few minutes." Mountain replied back as he rested his head back on the couch and let out a long yawn of his own before closing his eyes.

"Hmm. A nap sounds good." Rain added as he snuggled against Dewdrop's warmth; curling around him like a cat and letting his eyes shut.

"Just a quick nap wouldn't hurt...."

[chocoblep]

#3: Funny Ideas

A diminutive Raen man stood at a drafting desk, mulling over his latest design. He wasn’t quite sure that it would work, but by the Kami, he wanted to try it. Who knew; if this took off, people everywhere could be spending less time scrubbing at dirty walls and stone paths! The design called for a machine that strapped over one’s shoulder and employed a water crystal to pump out enough water at a time to pressurize it through a nozzle. No more tossing buckets of water on the side of a muddy carriage and watching in disappointment as it did almost nothing! No more back-breaking stunts to reach high spots on a wall!

That was Jin’s problem, of course, but he imagined many other vertically challenged people felt the same way that he did when he had to do his bi-yearly scrub down.

Anyway, no more wasting soap, and no more having to make multiple trips to a water pump to renew the source of clean water! And just the other day, he’d met a nice Vieran gentleman who had pointed him to an engineer who might be able to help Jin suss out the pitfalls and concerns about the design. Was it going to work? Was manufacturing feasible? He wouldn’t sell a product that he wouldn’t be able to use himself, so he’d gotten in contact with the engineer in question and invited them over to take a look at it with the promise of compensation for their time.

He was not prepared for the red-headed, long-eared ball of Vieran sunshine that walked through the door. She looked so young that at first he thought she was the wrong person, but when she grinned at him and gave him a wave, he had to admit that maybe he’d made a mistake in entertaining that random Viera’s recommendation.

“Hi! I’m Lydi!” she chirped, striding up to where he stood in his shed. “You are Mister Akiyama?”

Ah, the Western introduction. He put on a smile and wiped the charcoal that had stained the heel of his hand on his trousers before holding it out for her to shake. “That I am! Are you the engineer I am expecting?”

“The very same!” she replied enthusiastically, all but wrenching his arm as she gripped and shook it like a dog thrashing its head vertically with a chew toy. “I was told that you had a design for a new invention and wanted a second opinion.”

“You were told correctly,” he replied, and then flexed his fingers when she let his hand go. “I am working on something I am going to call… well, I’m still working on the name, but it’s a machine that you can carry around and use to wash things using only water pressure.”

Lydi looked thoughtful for a moment, but then nodded. “That would be very useful, probably. I wonder if you could pressurize it enough to strip paint from wood…” she mused, and then smiled that megawatt smile. “Do you have a schematic drawn up?”

He hadn’t thought about stripping paint, but he supposed with enough pressure he could do that. After all, that was how one got diamonds, right? Or was he remembering something else? He blinked out of his thoughts and waved for her to follow him. “Right here,” he said, motioning to the smudged drawing.

Lydi leaned over the drafting table, a full head taller than Jin was, and traced her fingers along the lines as if she could memorize their curves by touch. It was almost captivating; she showed that scrap of parchment so much care that by the time she turned her eyes to Jin he had his chest puffed out with pride.

“Well, you called the right gal, because I happen to develop my own guns, and this right here,” she said, tapping the pad of her index finger on the sketch, “is a water gun! How clever of you to use aether crystals in place of a reservoir, though; that will take away some of the weight, especially if you want to keep the rest of it light.”

“Yes, I am a bit stumped on materials,” he admitted, “and I mainly wanted to see at this stage if there are any major design flaws that I should be correcting before I look into making a crude version for testing.”

“What is your fuel source?” she asked.

“I was thinking of using ceruleum.”

Lydi made a face. “No, you’d need a reservoir for that and that would get heavy very quickly. You want this to be portable, right? I think… You’re using a water crystal. It looks like this design calls for a combustion reaction to activate and direct it, which has a lot of ways it could go wrong. It could overheat, explode, leak, or just plain not work, since you’re mixing fire and water. I have a suggestion, but I’m not certain how feasible it is. You would have to ask an enchanter or mage about it.”

Jin blinked. How old was this girl? She actually sounded like she knew what she was talking about, which surprised him, but not as much as what she said next.

“What if you used an aether pack? The Machinists in Ishgard use them for their charged shots, and it would be easy enough to connect it to the machine and turn a dial to dictate how much aether you want to use. Funnel it in and through the crystal, and the water should flow… theoretically… You’d want some sort of tip on the nozzle that has multiple pressure settings; the smaller the hole, the more pressure it uses. Also, you’ll want to make sure the barrel is flexible, so that you don’t have to turn the entire machine or twist weirdly to reach a spot. Like… a hose between two metal tubes or something.”

Jin smacked his forehead. “Why didn’t I think of that? I was so caught up trying to think of how the layman could operate this that I completely forgot that Ishgard had partially solved that problem! Oh, I could kiss you! This was what I needed!”

Lydi just grinned, tapping the schematics with two fingers in a spot. “This would allow you to cut down on a lot of bulk here, make it lighter to carry. The only things you need to replace would be recharged aether packs and water crystals. Man, I wanna make one now.”

Jin looked up to Lydi, his lips stretching into a smile. “You do, do you? Well, it just so happens I’m in the market for a development partner for this project. I can’t pay you, but I could split whatever we make from it at a fair rate.”

Lydi stared at him. “Oh. OH! Yes, I’d love to! And if it doesn’t work? It was a cool experience trying to figure it out!” She slapped the design with the flat of her palm. “Water gun, here we come!”

He couldn’t help the laugh that left his lips at her enthusiasm. “We’re not calling it ‘Water Gun.’”

Lydi turned her eyes to him, the sparkle of mischief in her grass-green eyes. “How about… It’s right there at the tip of my brain…” She took a moment to think. “Oh! The Exter-mire-nator?”

He blinked… and then started laughing. “The Clean Cannon!” he shot back, and the ooh’d at his suggestion.

“Dirt Douser?”

“That’s terrible!”

“Scum Sprayer?”

“Worse!”

“How about the Muck Fuc–”

“NO!” He cut her off, clapping a hand over her mouth. “We are not calling it that. We are never calling it that.”

There was a moment of silence. He pulled his hand away, and then murmured, “Muck Fucker… honestly,” and shook his head in dismay.

They both looked at each other, and then started laughing again, and soon enough they were shooting progressively worse names back and forth before they finally agreed to call it the Muck Fucker–but only while it was in development.

[edens-pen]

𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲 (𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀) | 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

summary | everything happens at once: eddie tells you he’s gonna be dealing to chrissy cunningham and you’re perfectly fine with it. then your old best friend comes to town, and eddie’s perfectly fine with it. nobody’s jealous and everyone’s okay.

pairing | eddie munson x black!fem!reader (brown nipples, deep brown skin, braids, bonnets)

word count | 7.0K 

warnings | jealousy, perv!eddie munson, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk (reader + eddie have dirty mouths), eddie munson is possessive, praise, masturbation, face-slapping (twice), anal play (brief), mentions of impact play + cnc, dub-con, eddie scares himself a little bit, aftercare, fluff (at the end) they’re both very oblivious and in love.

[18+ | minors do not interact!]

-

It’s a quiet Monday afternoon when Eddie tells you that Chrissy Cunningham wants to buy from him.

“Chrissy Cunningham? She doesn’t seem like the type to do drugs.” You frowned, picking at your nails.

Eddie shrugged, shaking his hair out his eyes and adjusting his fingers on the guitar. “She’s cool. She’s got that whole cheerleader thing going on.”

“Yeah, she also has that whole boyfriend thing going on. You remember him right? The one who hates you,” You remind him, grabbing your file before you ruin your manicure. “Plus she doesn’t like me.”

“Because you’re such a ray of sunshine?” He strums idly, not looking at your furrowed brow. “What is with you two anyways? I thought you were friends with her.”

Shaking your head, you filed down your nails to a rounded point. “We used to be friends. Until I got my glasses in sixth grade, and then she dropped me for Amber Jones, and then started calling me “four eyes” behind my back.”

“That was forever ago.”

“It still stings,” You remind him.

“You wear contacts now,” He volleys back.

Scoffing, you examine your nails again, touching up an uneven point.

A silence overtakes the room, as exhale slowly, controlling the unexplainable anger boiling up inside of you.

Eddie’s dismissal of your feelings sets fire to your tongue and you need to spit it out.

“Do whatever you want,” You rolled your eyes, sliding off Eddie’s bed. “Go fuck Chrissy, and while you’re at it, fuck yourself too.”

You went to move out the door, but Eddie grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, what’s going on with you? Who said I want to fuck Chrissy?” He looks up at you and you turn your head to avoid his eyes. You don’t answer his questions, instead keeping your head straight forward. “I won’t deal to Chrissy, if it bothers you that much.”

You don’t answer him again, sliding your palm away from his and moving out his door.

This sucked.

You knew you weren’t being fair to Eddie, but you couldn’t help that feeling bubbling inside of you every time Eddie told you he was interested in a girl. It was an occupational hazard, he’s your best friend, and you’re his, he always told you everything. 

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you were harboring a crush on him, that it had been brewing for six months and you didn’t feel anything receding in that time.

Slinging your purse over your shoulder, you heard the trailer door open behind you.

“At least let me drive you home?” Eddie called out as you froze in place. “It’ll be dark soon, who knows what could happen in Hawkins after 8:00?”

Nodding, you turned around, opening the passenger door and getting in his van. The drive was quiet, as you expected. 

“I’m serious, y’know?” He says as he rounds the block to your house. “I won’t sell to her, if it bothers you.”

“No,” You acquiesce. “I’m being dramatic, it was forever ago. Business is business.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow, “You sure?”

A fake smile breaks across your face. “Positive.”

When he pulls into your driveway, you see an unfamiliar car next to your parent’s car.

Your mom opens the front door and you can see her megawatt smile from where you sit in Eddie’s van. Slowly exiting the vehicle, you make your way to the front door as Eddie exits as well.

“What’s going on?” You ask, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “Why are you smiling like that? You’re freaking me out.”

She ushers you inside and Eddie follows silently. Moving into the living room, you hear another voice coming from the kitchen that you can’t quite make out. When the voice gets closer and finally emerges, your heart clutches in your chest, and you drop your bag instantly.

“Oh my god.”

“Hey loser.”

It’s all he’s able to get out before you’re jumping into his arms, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. 

“Oh my god!” You sequel into his neck. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here, what are you doing here?”

He doesn’t answer you, choosing to squeeze you even tighter.

Somewhere in the background, you hear your mom explaining to Eddie the importance of the boy in your arms.

“–neighbor for years, until he moved away for college, but he’s back now.”

“I thought I’d never see you again,” You exhaled, pulling your head back to look into his eyes.

He blinks back at you in surprise, “You thought you’d get rid of me that easily? No freaking way princess.”

At the sound of his nickname for you, a throat clears behind you. Turning your head, you see Eddie standing with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets.

“Sorry!” Unwrapping your legs from his waist, you allow him to set you gently on the ground. He keeps an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side. “This is my friend Eddie. Eddie this is–”

“Your mom told me,” He interrupts. “It’s nice to meet you.” There’s a tense second when you look at Eddie, wondering why he was suddenly being curt. Smiling tightly, Eddie nods at you, “I gotta get back home, but I’ll pick you up tomorrow?”

“Actually, I think I can drop her off, if that’s okay with you?” He directs the question to you and you nod easily. 

“Of course! I’ll see you at lunch, Eddie.”

Eddie nods stiffly before making his way to the door.

Your eyes are back on your friend before the door shuts.

–

The next morning you’re shoving books into your locker when Eddie saunters up to you.

“Hey Eds,” You greet lightly.

“Hey princess,” He chides gently.

Rolling your eyes you exchange your books and shuffle them in your bag. 

Nudging him with your shoulder, you grin, “You’ll have to get a new nickname, Munson. I should’ve told you that one was claimed years ago.”

Eddie laughs humorlessly, “He’s called you princess for years?”

“Before I even met you. He was my neighbor since I was like 3 and he was 5. He graduated two years ago, and went to college out of state.” You explain, shutting the door to your locker. “I haven’t seen him since then, but he came back to visit me! Isn’t that so cool?”

“The coolest,” Eddie agrees. “So I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about the Chrissy thing. You seemed pretty incensed when I brought it up yesterday.”

You sighed, looking up at Eddie. “It just caught me off guard, my feelings about Chrissy are irrelevant. You can sell to whoever you want, y’know? You don’t need my permission.”

“I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt you.”

Smiling, you assured him, “I just want you to be happy, Eddie. I mean it, it’s no big deal.”

The lie slides easily off of your lips and settles in the air between you two. 

You’re a damn good liar, you have to be. Every time Eddie brings up a girl he likes, anyone who’s caught his eye, you have to lie and tell him that he should go after them. Sometimes they’re flings, sometimes they last a bit longer. You lie when he asks why you haven’t dated anyone in a while. You lie and tell him that you’re not really interested in anyone, when in reality you can’t bring yourself to try to want anyone but him.

You lie and tell him that everything is perfectly fine when you’re constantly on the edge of imploding your friendship.

“Seriously, I’m good.”

“Cool,” He grins. “So I’ve got a deal with her planned later, but I’ll see you after?”

You freeze, “Not really?” You shrug. “I’m leaving to go with–”

“Your little friend?” Eddie guesses.

“Yeah, he’s only gonna be here for a few days, so I want to see him as much as possible before he goes.” Eddie nods, but he doesn’t say anything. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, Munson?”

“You like him?”

“As a friend.”

“Nothing more?”

“Why do you care?” You chuckle, not understanding his line of questioning. You follow Eddie into the cafeteria as you continue speaking, “He’s my friend, who I’ve missed a lot, that’s all.”

Taking his seat at the head of the lunch table, you sat next to him, sliding your bag into your lap.

“You’ve never talked about him.”

“Why would I talk about a random stranger that you don’t know and likely would’ve never met?” 

Eddie shrugged, “Just seems like something friends should tell each other.”

Jeff and Gareth took a seat as you leaned over to look at Eddie seriously. 

“I have a friend, he used to be my neighbor, he was my best friend for years, before I met you or Chrissy or even knew how to spell my own damn name. He graduated two years ago and went to college and left me here,” You reiterate. “I missed him, I missed him every day, all the time. I miss him in a completely platonic, non-romantic way, Eddie. Satisfied?”

When Eddie only blinks at you, you turn and make conversation with Jeff and Gareth. You can feel Eddie’s on you throughout the rest of lunch. Even when Dustin and Mike come and talk to him, he’s still looking at you and you have to fight the urge to ask him what the hell he was looking at.

The day moves on and something nags at you. It burns a pit inside of your stomach when you feel Eddie’s eyes on you in English, or when you sit diagonally from Chrissy in chemistry.

There’s something that’s just not right about you and Eddie right now. You don’t know if it’s Chrissy or the recent introduction of your friend, but you can’t pinpoint it.

You think you might want to hash it out with Eddie after school today, but you see him ushering Chrissy in his van and your jaw clenches. He makes brief eye contact with you, but then he shifts and you don’t know why.

A car pulls into your vision and the passenger window rolls down.

“Princess, we’re burning daylight!”

You pull your eyes away from Eddie and hop into the car, quickly pulling out of the parking lot.

–

You throw your stuffed animal at your friend from across the room.

“Shut your mouth,” You groan. “That’s not true. Eddie doesn’t see me like that and he never will.”

“Oh, it’s true, princess. If looks could kill I would’ve been dead days ago, right at the feet of your new “best friend,” I would’ve been roasted alive.”

He tosses the animal back at you and you try to ignore his words, but he keeps going. “He looked furious, because he likes you.”

“We had just gotten into an argument like 10 minutes before I saw you, it was probably that,” You try to brush him off, but you know that he can’t but irritate you when given the chance. It’s always been that way. He just knew how to push you completely until you released every secret hiding in the corner of your mind.

He nods, “Uh huh…and what were you arguing about?” 

When you went silent he filled in the gap for you. “You like him.”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut your mouth?” You repeat, not really irate but annoyed with his questions.

“But we both know that already, it was so obvious. I’m telling you that he likes you.”

“I’m telling you that he thinks we’re good friends and nothing more,” You retort, rolling your eyes. “He tells me about the girls he fucks, about the girls he likes, and believe me when I tell you, they look nothing like me. I couldn’t be more different from Chrissy Cunningham if I tried.”

He shoots up and looks at you in question, “He likes Chrissy? Really?”

“No, he says not, but girls like her are his type.”

The room is silent, but he gets up to sit on your pink chair. Your room has been pink ever since your parents let you repaint in middle school. Your comforter and pillows matched the walls, and it all complemented your rug.

You chuckled at the sight of him moving through your room. He was well over six feet tall, and had 100 pounds on you easily. He looked like a giant trying to move through a nursery.

“You need to fucking redecorate,” He laughed, kicking at your pink rug. “I can’t let anyone see me in your frilly pink room anymore, it’s going to ruin my street cred.”

“It’s a princess room,” You countered as he complained. Throwing your pillow at him, which he catches easily, but the next one hits him square in the face.

You burst out laughing right as he gets up, “Okay princess, it’s on.”

He immediately gets up, and you run out of the room, while he’s right on your heels.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You scream, still trying to evade him. “Let me say sorry!” You had no intention of apologizing and you both knew that as he chased you. You ran into the living room just as your mother moved to answer the knocking at the front door. 

You didn’t stop running until you were cornered on one side of the kitchen table.

“You gotta let me hit you back, so we can be even,” He barters, trying to catch you from the other side of the table.

“No!” You laugh, breathless, “You don’t hit, you bruise! Mom!”

A light feeling overtakes you as you run around back to the front door to hide behind your mother, just as you did when you were children.

“You two are adults, are you still chasing each other around?” She laughs lightly as you hide behind her as she opens the door.

He follows you when the visitor steps in between you.

Eddie.

Your eyebrows raise when you catch your breath, stepping from around your mother to greet him.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” Your confusion was obvious. You hadn’t seen Eddie in a few days as your mom had let you stay home to spend time with your friend before he drove back to college tonight.

Eddie pulled his hands out of his pockets, handing you something. “It’s your nail file, you left it in my room.”

“Thanks? I was going to see you on Monday, though…” You trail off as you take the file from him.

There’s tense silence before your friend speaks up, swiftly filling in the gap.

“It’s Eddie right? Do you think you could stay for dinner? Princess keeps me locked up from all her friends, I have to make sure you’re real and not some paid actor she found to make me believe she doesn’t sit holed up in her pink room, thinking about me all day.”

You smack his shoulder in offense. “Eddie is my friend, and my room is pretty!”

“It’s a bottle of Pepto Bismol,” He replies. “I’m leaving tonight, let me at least speak to one person you know.”

In turn Eddie nods, “Yeah, if it’s alright with your mom–”

Your mom interrupts, “You know we’re always happy to have you Eddie.” She pats his shoulder and guides him into the house, and you shut the door as you follow.

Everyone moves into the kitchen, and you help set the table as everyone sits down.

It takes a few minutes but a good conversation flow eventually starts between bites of food and the atmosphere becomes lighthearted.

Eddie’s shoulder bumps yours and you turn your eyes up at him for a moment, he gives you a small smile and you feel one growing on your face in return.

“God, I remember the day she came home after you kissed her!” Your mom’s laugh rings out and your body heats up as she gears up to retell the story of how you came home that day. “She was just swooning, I’d never seen her like that before.”

You looked down at your plate, “Mom, I’m begging you not to.”

Your friend smiles at your mom, urging her to go on. “No, I’ve never heard her side of this story before, please, keep going. I knew she was falling for me after that.”

“You’ve heard it,” You snap, not wanting Eddie to have to hear the tale of your first kiss.

But your mom tells the story anyways, she recounts how you came home panting and shaking, excited and bouncing off the walls. In the midst of her speaking, a warm hand settles on your thigh. You look to your side at Eddie, whose expression is unreadable as he listens.

Every time your mom mentions your excitement, your joy, or how flustered you were, Eddie’s hand gets a little tighter.

By the end of dinner, he has a death grip on your thigh, and it’s sure to leave a bruise. But you didn’t mind. You didn’t try to move his hand or your body. You let him grip you as hard as he wanted. You’re pretty sure you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you.

That thought sits in your mind and you savor the feeling of his grip on your bare thigh. Your mind swims over to his grip on other places, locked around your neck, cutting off your air while you writhed underneath him. He hands pushing up your knees to your chest, as he laid his weight on top of you.

Eddie telling you to take it. Him asking you who belonged to, who’s princess you actually are. Eddie marking your neck, hips, and thighs, knowing that he owned you. Him licking the tears off your cheek, telling you how much he loved seeing you cry underneath him–

Suddenly there was movement around you as your mom cleared the table. Everyone started to rise, setting their plates in the sink and Eddie released your thigh to take your plate.

Your friend made his way to the front door, wrapping himself around you in one final hug.

Something sad started swimming in your stomach, but he didn’t allow it to simmer. “None of that pouting princess, I won’t let two years pass again. I promise.”

He swears and you nod against his rumbling chest. He releases you to give your mom a quick hug and he shakes Eddie’s hand. Throwing you a look over his shoulder, you watch as he climbs in his car and pulls off into the night.

Shutting the door, you move into the kitchen with Eddie, ready to do the dishes as your mom goes down the hall to bed.

You wash as he dries.

“You spent the whole week with him?” Eddie asks, voice easy and light.

But you have the bruises to prove he was not perfectly okay.

Handing him the last dish, you leaned against the counter. “Yeah, we’ve been hanging out, catching up, and stuff…”

The look Eddie’s giving you is teetering on something you’ve been wanting.

“Kissing?”

You chuckled, “Eddie, he was my first kiss, I was like 13.”

“You were excited.”

“I was 13,” You repeat, slower this time. 

“Did you sleep with him?”

This time you stare at Eddie, trying to figure out what he was trying to say. He’s usually someone who’s straightforward, and he never minces words, knowing how much you hate that.

“Why?” You question as Eddie moves to stand in front of you. “Why do you care? Why does that matter?”

Eddie sighs and looks away for a moment, taking a slow breath before meeting your eyes again. “You did. You slept with him.”

“Like three years ago, Eddie. I was 16, and he was my first. It happened one time and never again.” You confess. “Why do you care?”

Eddie doesn’t answer you, instead he whispers, “Can I see your princess room?”

Nodding slowly, you guide him up the stairs to your bedroom, opening the door to expose the pink of it all. Shutting the door behind him, Eddie steps inside.

Eddie looks more out of place than your friend ever could. His leather jacket and ripped jeans contrasted sharply with your soft pink walls, and stuffed animals. Eddie slid off his sneakers and tucked them in the corner. He ran his fingers over your comforter and you took a seat at the head of your bed.

“I’ve never been in here before,” He remarks.

“We usually hang out at your trailer,” You remind him, watching as he looks at your wall of pictures, running his fingers over polaroids of you and your various friends and family.

He moves over to your dresser silently, and you allow him to take inventory of your room. He glances over your lotions and perfumes, spritzing out a bottle on his jacket sleeve. Then, without fanfare he picks the top drawer, and opens it.

“Eddie–” Your breath catches in your throat. “Close that! My panties are in there.”

“I’ve seen your panties before, princess,” He mutters. You think you might be imagining the way he spits out the last word.

Shaking your head, you disagree. “You’ve never seen my–”

“When you wore that black skirt, and you climbed into the van two months ago, I saw the blue striped ones,” He starts, his voice tightens, but he continues. “I saw the pink ones with hearts on it when the wind blew up your skirt last fall.” He begins rummaging through your drawer, pulling out your white cotton panties with the rose embroidered on the front. “I saw these last week. When you laid on my bed, you pulled your knees up and I looked right up your fucking skirt.”

You stay silent until his eyes finally drag over to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you wearing these everyday since then.”

Swallowing harshly, you glance down at your panties in his hand. “You looked up my skirt?”

Eddie chuckles, “I’ve looked up your skirt, I’ve looked down your shirt, I’ve done everything I can to see every inch of your skin.”

A nervous giggle builds up in your throat at the tone of his voice, at the tension, so you release it slowly. “Okay, I didn’t know you perved on girls in your freetime, Munson.”

But Eddie doesn’t laugh, he barely smiles. “Not perving on girls, princess, just you.”

This time you don't have a sarcastic quip or a witty reply. You can only hold your breath and let it out slowly, and hope that whatever game he’s playing with you ends quickly.

Eddie stalks over to you slowly, bringing your panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The action makes your stomach clench and his next words don’t release you from that feeling. “I wish you didn’t wash them. I want to know how you smell so fucking bad.”

“You don’t mean–”

“I do,” He interrupts. “I do. I mean exactly what I said, I keep trying to tell you and you keep brushing me off.”

You think back to what Eddie might be referring to. The times where he flirted with you. But it was all a joke, right? He’d laugh and shrug, then you two would move on to the next topic.

What weren’t you seeing?

“Instead you think that I wanna fuck Chrissy Cunningham,” Eddie continues. “Instead you hop into that guy’s arms, right in front of me, you let him touch your thighs. You let him call you princess, like you don’t hear me call you that everyday.”

You stutter out, “I–he’s just a friend, Eds.”

“A friend that kissed you, a friend that knows what it feels like to be inside you.”

Sitting back, you create space between you and him. “So what are you trying to say? You’re jealous because you didn’t get to fuck me first? You’re not exactly a monk, you can fuck whoever you want.”

“I haven’t had sex in 18 weeks, not since you went without bra and I saw your nipples poking through your shirt. I’ve been jerking myself off thinking about them in my mouth, thinking about tasting you, thinking about licking your cunt until you scream.”

Eddie’s confession has your thighs rubbing together, and he keeps going.

“I lay in my bed at night, and I wrap my hand around my cock, and I wish it was your cunt, every single time. I think about what makes you cum. I wonder if you’re as sweet and innocent in bed as you are at school,” Eddie trails his fingers up your exposed ankle. “But, I don’t think you are.”

Wetness pools in your panties at the timbre of his voice, and you subtly spread your legs a bit.

“In my head, you like it rough. You like every disgusting thing that I like because you’re mine, and you know it and I know it. You’re mine and you’d take anything that I gave you, right?”

It only takes a second for you to nod before he leans over to kiss you. It’s everything you’ve wanted for months and you don’t have it in you to be patient, so your tongue sweeps against his bottom lip the second you get the chance. Eddie opens his mouth and then you’re pulling him to lay between your spread legs.

“Please,” You whimper against his mouth. “I need you so bad.”

“How bad, hm? Tell me how bad you fucking want me princess,” Eddie demands against your neck.

His lips keep moving against your neck and it’s getting harder for you to get a hold of your thoughts. But Eddie isn’t letting it go. With a slow grind between legs, pushing his hard cock right against your center, he says, “Tell me baby, c’mon.”

“I touched myself to you too,” You breathe out, and you’re rewarded with Eddie sucking against your neck. “I’d think about you spitting in my mouth and–,”

“Say it princess,” Eddie encourages.

“In my cunt.”

He groans against your skin and the sound makes you roll your hips against his again.

“I was right, you’re fucking dirty,” Eddie pulls up, looking down in your eyes. “I want you, I want this. But if we do this you’re mine. I don’t want some college prick picking you up and calling you princess and touching what I own.”

You nod quickly. You’d promise him anything he wanted as long as he’d keep touching you. 

“You want this baby?”

“So bad, please.”

Eddie nods, running his hands up your sides, under your shirt. You shiver when he finally skims along your nipples and you raise up to pull your shirt off. His mouth immediately descends on you, licking and sucking, and pulling lightly with his teeth. You whine but he pays it no mind. 

His fingers dance along the edge of your skirt as you push your chest closer to his face, enjoying his stimulation.

“You’re so needy baby,” He murmurs against your chest. Running his hand up your inner thigh, he runs his knuckles along your clothed cunt, hissing at what he finds. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Do you always get this wet?”

“Not by myself,” You answer.

“So, I’m special?” He jokes, helping you shimmy out of your skirt, tossing it over his shoulder.

He slows for a moment when he pulls your panties off, he takes a second to smell them. You close your eyes, embarrassed at him doing it in front of you. 

“Eddie–”

Your complaint is cut off when his eyes flicker up to yours. He sticks his tongue out, licking the gusset of your panties, and heat climbs in your stomach again.

“Love how you taste, princess, you gonna give me some more?” His voice is deep and it’s making your head swim. “Gonna let me taste you whenever I want, right? Gonna let me do whatever I want to that tight, wet cunt?”

Spreading your legs wider, you nod eagerly. You’re completely naked underneath Eddie and he’s only shrugged his jacket off his shoulders. You feel nervous and exposed, but he doesn’t make a move to even things out.

You’re vulnerable and at his mercy, but it’s what you’ve been wanting for a long time.

Eddie uses his fingers to spread the lips of your cunt and you keep your eyes straight up at the ceiling.

There’s no movement for a moment, and you wiggle a little bit. 

“Stop staring at it,” You move to close your legs but Eddie’s shoulders stop them from moving very much.

“I’ve wanted this for a long fucking time,” Eddie speaks, lips only a breath away from where you were wet and waiting for him. “Let me take my time, okay? Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Eddie.”

He knows that’s not what you want to call him, but he can’t wait to get the taste of you on his tongue. So, he tilts his head forward and finally licks your cunt. His tongue moves in slow strokes on your pussy, before he stops to suck at your clit for a moment.

That action has your hands flying to grip his hair. Then he’s dipping his tongue in your hole, tasting everything that’s leaking onto your sheets.

“More, please, right there.” 

Eddie knows exactly what you need and he’s wrapped his hand around your thigh, keeping you in place while his thumb strums against your clit. The pale tone of his hands contrasts sharply with your deep brown skin, and you take time to appreciate the previous bruises he left on your thigh.

As he eats you out, you know that Eddie was right, you like it dirty, and that’s exactly how he’s giving it to you.

He’s slurping loudly at your cunt and you pray to whoever’s listening that your mom took her sleeping pill tonight because you don’t want him to stop. Every time he pulls back, he’s telling how good you taste, how tight you are around his tongue, how disgusting you are for letting him do this on your clean, pink sheets.

All you can do is whine and say his name.

He hauls you a little closer to his face then uses his free hand to slip a finger in next to his tongue. When you whine louder, he only chuckles against your cunt.

“Look at me, princess.”

You force yourself to look away from the ceiling and meet his eyes between your legs.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me down here, getting my fill from this sloppy little hole.” Eddie feels you getting tight at his words, and he smiles up at you. “You like when I run my mouth, when I tell you how much I love this cunt, baby, fuck–”

He lowers his head again, pushing another finger, slurping and sucking against your cunt. The sounds coming from both your mouth and pussy are beyond humiliating, but you can’t help how wet you are for him.

“I do, Eddie, I love it so much.”

Eddie continues eating you and it’s almost embarrassing how close you are already. But he’s curling his fingers, hitting all the right spots and you have no choice but to let him now. “E-eddie, I’m close.”

“I know,” He mumbles, not pulling away from your pussy. “I can fucking feel it.”

You try to warn him again, but your words fail you this time because his tongue feels perfect against your hole, and his fingers keep touching that spot, and his thumb won’t let up on your clit and it's the right combination at the right time and the coil in your body tightens impossibly harder before it snaps.

“Say my fucking name,” He demands.

“Eddie!” It comes out as whine before you’re repeating it over and over, until the heat dissipates from your body. But Eddie doesn’t stop until you forcefully shove his head away from you. “Give me a s-second, please.”

He pulls away with a grin on his face, and your wetness covering his chin. “You taste so fucking good.” Eddie wipes his mouth and sucks his fingers clean. As he watches you come down from your high. Keeping his eyes on your face, he dips his hand down again, swiping at your cunt, collecting your mess around his fingers and bringing it up to your lips.

Wordlessly, you open your mouth, allowing him to feed it to you. He swipes his fingers against your tongue, then pushes them deeper into your mouth. He doesn’t pull back when you gag or when your eyes start watering, instead he keeps fucking his fingers into your mouth.

“Why would you keep this from me for so long?” You try to tell him that you didn’t mean to, that you didn’t even know he wanted you, but you can’t speak around his fingers. “Why would you think I’d want to do this with anyone else? I don’t want to taste anyone but you, I don’t want anyone else gagging on me, screaming my name, cumming on my tongue. Just you.”

He pulls his fingers out as you cough, slapping your cheek lightly. He watches as your eyes roll slightly from the impact and he groans, slapping you harder this time. When you inhale at the impact, trying to steady yourself, Eddie shakes his head. “No, you can’t be into this too, fuck.”

Wiping his slick hand on his jeans, Eddie gets up and paces around your room for a bit and you watch him.

When he doesn’t speak for a moment, you open your mouth, “Are you okay, Eddie?”

“Princess, I need you not to speak for a second,” He runs his hand through his hair and then turns to look at you. “I’m doing my best not to tear into that sweet little hole you’ve got. So I need you to give me a second.”

A moan slips from your lips at his words and Eddie scrubs his hands over his face. “Stop it.”

“What?”

He gestured at you, “That. Liking the filthy shit I say, letting me hit you, you need to stop, because I don’t want to do it tonight. I can’t do it tonight, or I’ll hurt you.”

You refrain from saying what’s on the tip of your tongue. The bulge in Eddie’s pants is prominent and unmissable, even as he takes slow breaths to calm himself.

“Are you gonna…?” You trail off, nodding at his pants.

“I’ll take care of it later,” Eddie mumbled, staring at you now. You made no moves to redress, so his eyes continually raked over your naked body. Moving closer, he kneeled beside your bed and without warning, he took a brown nipple between his fingers. He flicked and twisted until it was hard and you were sighing for him. “You’re so beautiful. I love looking at you.”

“Eddie,” You whined, leaning into his touch. “I want you to do it now, please. I want to hear you get off.” You could hear the resistance building up on his tongue. “Please,” You pressed.

Finally, Eddie gave in, getting up on your bed to kneel between your spread thighs. 

“Get me out.”

It was a simple order that swam through your head and landed right between your legs. Reaching your hands forward, you moved to unbuckle his belt, and unzip his pants. You paused when you felt the hot, hard length of his dick in his boxers. He was a lot bigger than you expected. Pushing his underwear down enough to pull him, you wrapped a shaky hand around him. Collecting some of the precum from his tip, you stroked him slowly, watching his face for reactions.

Eddie smiled before gently moving your hand off of his dick. “Need you to do something for me sweetheart,” He spit down in hand, before grabbing himself again. “Want you to rollover, get on your hands and knees, ‘kay?”

Eagerly, you followed his instructions, shuffling up and adjusting so he would still rest between your spread legs. You feel Eddie’s hand come down harshly on your ass, before he spreads you open. “Hold yourself open for me, princess.”

Resting your head on the pillow, you reached behind you and spread your ass for him to see.

“Pretty little cunt,” Eddie mutters to himself. Behind you, you hear his hand speed up on his dick, jerking himself off to the sight of your pussy. “I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could fuck you tonight, but I shouldn’t, I can’t. Not like this,” Eddie keeps talking while running his free hand along your spread hole, dipping into your cunt before tracing further along your puckered. “I would hurt you, princess. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if you let me in this hole. I’d need to take all of you, that cute mouth, and this wet cunt, and this tight ass too.”

You hear the sound of him spitting again and then you feel his wet thumb rubbing against your hole. You jolt forward slightly, but he rocks forward with you, not letting you run from the feeling. “I would rip this hole apart, and I shouldn’t want to, and you shouldn’t either.” He watches as wetness drips from your pussy and this time his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“I shouldn’t be this close at the thought of hurting you. I shouldn’t want this,” Eddie keeps speaking and when you release your ass to look over your shoulder, you see that he looks a little worried.

“Hey,” You whisper, giving him a little smile. “Eddie, I’m a big girl, okay? We don’t have to have sex tonight, but I do want to have sex with you in the future. The things you like don’t freak me out because I like them too. I want you to hurt me, yeah? All of the terrible stuff you’ve thought about doing to me, I promise, I’ve probably thought about something 10 times worse.” You wait for him to nod before you continue. “I’m not scared.”

You watch as he swallows and nods, the tension releasing from his jaw. Spreading yourself again, you turn your head to the side, so he can hear you speak.

“You know, my biggest fucking fantasy is of you, Eddie Munson, hurting me.” Eddie’s hand keeps moving on his cock and you know he wants you to keep going. His fingers are slipping back inside you, searching for that spot again. “I’d think about you getting so fed up with the way I’m always teasing you, how I’m always sitting in your lap, and tugging on your hair, that you can’t stand it anymore. That you have to have me and you don’t care if I say yes or no.”

Eddie stills his fingers and blinks at you in disbelief but from the way the precum beads up and drips, you know what he’s feeling. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” You promise. Eddie resumes stroking his fingers inside you, and you hear the slick sounds of his fist speeding up on his dick. “You’d push up my skirt in the trailer, and you’d tell me how sick you are of me playing with you. That I needed to do something to make it up to you, and maybe I want it or maybe I don’t, but that doesn’t matter to you. So you’d spit on my hole, and you push and push and push, and you make me take it–”

Before you can finish, Eddie’s groaning loudly, shoving his fingers in your cunt and cursing your name. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You didn’t know you were so close, but at the sound of your startled shriek, Eddie’s coming all over your ass.

He’s panting heavily behind you and you take this time to collapse against the bed. Faintly, you feel Eddie moving and you hear the sound of footsteps, but your body is tired and you can’t bring yourself to check.

Moments later, a cool washcloth is gently wiping at your skin, cleaning your thighs, running over your lower back. Grabbing your bonnet from your nightstand, you tuck your braids into the cap before relaxing under the sheets.

“You okay?” Eddie asks as he tends to you.

Giving him a weak thumbs up, you nod, “Super.”

Discarding the washcloth, Eddie pulls the blanket up and tucks himself in behind you, reaching over to turn off your lamp. His hands are trailing up and down the ridges of your spine and following the lines of your shoulders. He kisses lightly along the back of your neck.

You lean over to reach into your nightstand again, this time pulling out a silk scrunchie.

Exhaustion touches each of your limbs, yet you speak. “Eddie,” You call out.

“Yeah?”

Rolling over to face him, the outline of his face becomes a bit clearer in the dark. “I really like you, like a lot. You’re my Eddie, and there’s nothing that you can do to scare me off.”

Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead, “Princess, I would never do anything to hurt you, or anything you don’t really want. I know we joke about the freak stuff, and the devil worshiper thing, but I’m not a bad–like, I wouldn’t–”

Moving a little closer to him, looking into his eyes, you pull his hair back in a bun with your scrunchie, wrapping it once, you kiss his nose. 

“You carried my books for two weeks when I sprained my wrist, you let me play Donna Summer and Diana Ross even though we both know you hate that music, and I’m pretty sure you’ve bought a lifetime’s worth of cherry slushies for me,” You pressed a tender kiss to his lips, and then another. “I know who you are. You’re mine, Eddie. You don’t have to explain anything else to me.”

This seems to quiet Eddie’s anxieties and you feel his breathing even out.

“Now, when you say you’re into things 10 times worse, what did you mean?”

[chrisbitchtree]

Very light smuttiness!

***

At first, Steve had hated his job as a mailman. The hours were long as he walked door to door in the California sunshine. Eventually though, he started to build up some muscle and tolerance for the heat, and he found he enjoyed it more.

Enjoyed waving at the toddlers playing in the yard or with their faces plastered to their mothers freshly cleaned windows, and the bored housewives whose faces lit up at a wink or a little conversation from Steve.

By far though, his favourite part of his route was the blond man that lived in the small Bungalow on the corner of Front and Eisenhower. He was buff and tan, with golden ringlets and a megawatt smile. He received a lot of packages that he had to sign for, so they interacted a lot. They’d talk about the weather, or sports games from the night before, his gaze lingering on Steve the whole time.

The blond, named William, as Steve had gleaned from his packages, or Billy, as he’d told Steve to call him, occupied a lot of the space in Steve’s brain if the brunette was being honest.

He’d moved to California from Indiana to get over his ex, Nancy, but the newfound freedom outside of his small town Midwest life had started to make him question everything he’d known about himself and his sexuality. This was exacerbated by Billy’s long looks and prolonged touches when he’d hand the pen back to Steve after signing for a package.

Steve decided to do some research. After checking the right ads in the back of the right magazines in the right bar, he’d found an ad for a little shop on the other side of town. He’d bought a few magazines and quickly raced home to have a look. What he saw quickly confirmed his suspicions. He’d cum three times that night, just while looking at the first one alone. The magazines quickly became well loved favourites, sitting in his nightstand nestled on top of his favourite issues of Playboy.

Knowing he was bi and doing something about it were two very different things though. He continued to go on dates with pretty women, girls he’d meet at work or the bar near his house, but he couldn’t get the desire to do something with a man out of his head. Specifically one blond man.

He would bring a girl home, and in the middle of fucking her, his dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy, hands groping her tits, and suddenly, he’d start to picture his hands groping firm pecs as he slammed in and out of Billy’s perky ass.

He continued to make conversation with Billy every time he needed a signature, always disappointed if Billy wasn’t there and a redheaded woman would sign for him.

One day, he had a large box to deliver to Billy’s house. He was almost to the door when he realized that the box said it was from All-Man magazine. He just about dropped the package on his foot he was in such a state of shock. He knew it was part of the code of conduct to not comment on mail that people received, but he had to say something. This was his chance.

He rang the doorbell, praying that it would be Billy who answered, and not the redhead.

His prayers were answered when Billy opened the door. “How’s my favourite mailman?” He asked, a bright smile on his face.

“I’m good,” Steve replied, trying to fight the blush creeping its way onto his cheeks. “Got a big package for you here. That’s a lot of copies of All-Man. Are you in it or something, or just a big fan?”

Billy chuckled, bending over to open the box that he’d placed behind him, his ass in Steve’s face. He stood back up and handed Steve a copy. “Why don’t you take a copy and see for yourself?”

Steve took the magazine with shaking hands, giving the other man the most cringeworthy wink as he retreated to his mail truck.

He managed to make it around the corner before he collapsed in nervous giggles. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He finished the rest of his route at lightening speed, and the second he got home, he pulled the magazine open and frantically flipped through it until he found him, right there in the centrefold. He was on his knees, his mouth stuffed full of a big, veiny cock. He had drool running down his chin and tears clinging to his long, dark lashes.

Steve’s hand was down his pants before he knew it. He didn’t even bother to make his way to his bedroom. He just shoved his pants down to his knees, licked his palm to slick it up, and started stroking himself, his eyes glued to the image of Billy, or Willy Hardgrove as it stated in the magazine.

He stroked himself fast and firm, and within a couple minutes, he was cumming with a gasp, his spend painting his fist milky white. He leaned back against his front door, panting as he came down from his high, excited but nervous for the next day, anxious to see if Billy had a package that needed signing for.

The next morning, he woke up early, spending extra time on his hair to make sure it was as perfect as possible. Just as he hoped, there was another package for Billy that day. When Steve got to Billy’s house, he fixed his hair in the rear view mirror, grabbed the package and made his way to the door.

He completely deflated when the redheaded woman answered the door. “Don’t look so excited to see me,” she snapped. “Billy’s away on business, but he said to say hi to the cute mailman and tell you he hopes you enjoyed his gift. He’ll be back Friday.”

“Thanks,” Steve replied, holding out the slip for her to sign. He headed back to his truck, his heart rate picking up. It was Tuesday. He could make it a few more days.

[cannebady]

Modern steddyhands where Ed and Izzy have been together for ages. It's been tough, the past several years, as they've grown apart and come back together. It had gotten bad and they'd almost considered cutting their losses but Ed can't imagine his life having any purpose at all without Izzy and Izzy's world has spun on Ed's axis since they were nothing more than dirtbag twentysomethings trying to make a place for themselves in the world. They chose to hold on tighter and things are getting better, albeit slowly.

They take walks sometimes, when Izzy's mind won't quiet and Ed can't focus on anything for more than ten minutes, and on this particular walk they hear a pathetic, pissed off noise come from a parking lot. There, just under the single lamp, is the smallest, scraggliest, maddest kitten they've ever seen. There's a larger cat backing away slowly as this little nightmare spits and hisses and growls her way to a power position.

Ed wants to get closer, of course he does, and Izzy obliges, ostensibly because he's trying to be less dismissive of Ed's flights of fancy, but also because he has a lifelong soft spot for cats he's never given voice to.

The little thing is spitting mad, and despite the fact that she's small enough to fit in one of Ed's big hands, she does her level best to rip him to shreds, succeeds in scratching him to high hell defending herself and Izzy is smitten. He still won't admit it, but he's already feeling fiercely protective of the kitten and seeing Ed cooing at the tiny thing opens something else up in Izzy's chest that might've been closed for a long, long time.

The good thing about being with someone for practically your entire life is that words aren't always necessary for a conversation. With a long shared gaze they agree to adopt the miserable little thing. They need something new to focus on and this hissy little void needs somewhere safe to be. Before they know it they're picking up pet supplies and walking home with Annie ("We can call her Queen Anne's Revenge," Ed had said, Izzy rolled his eyes, "That's a stupid name for a cat Ed," he responds but it's fond. Ed gives one of his megawatt smiles that makes Izzy's heart skip even after nearly thirty years, "Well alright then, we'll call her Annie for short") , who isn't nearly as appreciative as she should be about the whole getting rescued thing.

It's a rocky start to say the least. Despite Ed's constant research on feral kittens, the fancy fuck-off food that costs the same as their grocery budget, warm beds that are nicer than what Izzy had growing up, and fresh water from an honest-to-fuck fountain, the little shit will barely allow Ed a single pet without kicking up an almighty fuss. Izzy tries too, once or twice, but the result is the same and he understands the lashing out when someone tries to get close, so he takes Annie's violent dismissal for what it is.

Oddly, she tends to wriggle into their bed at night and doesn't mind that closeness then, but as soin as they've gotten ready for their day she's wants nothing to do with them.

From his perspective they can just have a mean cat that doesn't want attention, but Izzy can tell its grating at his partner; Ed's always been like that, tall and strong, and fearless to the untrained eye, but so vulnerable and soft as soon as you scratched the surface. All he's ever wanted was to make Ed happy, keep him content, so he does some of his own research and finds a vet that has a knack for feral cases.

The place is called The Revenge, which Izzy doesn't get at all, but Ed is delighted by based on Annie's full name. When the walk in, they're greeted by the human embodiment of a ray of sunshine, Stede Bonnet. Izzy had spoken with him briefly on the phone, but nothing could've prepared him for the reality of this place. He's wearing peachy pink scrubs with little cat noses and whiskers patterned on them, his hair is a perfect gold threaded through with grey, and when he smiles Izzy's chest feels warm.

Dr. Bonnet, Stede as he insists they call him, brings them to a lounge area and asks them to introduce him to Annie. Ed sighs and steels himself to get his left hand torn up again when Stede stops him, asks "May I?", and with a dual nod from Izzy and Ed reaches right into the carrier and pulls out, not five whole pounds of raw hissing power, but a soft, purring, lump of black fur that can't get this guy close enough to her.

They're in shock. Stede speaks sweetly to Annie while she walks all over him, eats treats from his hand, and plays with the toys he offers her. She even goes as far as to fall asleep in his lap while he pets her head and fusses with her ears.

Izzy's concerned for a moment that Ed will feel badly that she took to a stranger better than to him, but one look has something else rising in him. Ed's hand is clasped around his tight, but he's looking at Stede and Annie like they lit the world up and he wants to show Izzy. They make eye contact and have another silent conversation.

Izzy looks back to Stede and, yeah, the guys quite pretty, and the sight of him with the kitten calls up a not entirely unfamiliar feeling in Izzy. He could see it.

It's been years since they brought anyone else in, hell it's been at least fifteen; not since they were too young and reckless and horny to confine themselves to tradition of any kind. But if this makes Ed happy, and there's potential, he could be open to it. Watching Stede's lovely hands, fuck they look soft, stroke Annie's fur confirms it. He could be very open to it.

Shortly after, Stede asks them to sit on the floor in the play area. Izzy's about to say he isn't sure if Ed's knee will play along, when Stede catches Ed's knee brace for himself and, like a flash, runs out of the room and returns with a wedge pillow for Ed's leg. Ed looks fucking charmed and Izzy feels a stab of something like kinship. He's also been known to be a caretaker.

Once they're all sitting down, Annie still won't make her way over to Ed and Izzy, and Izzy can see Ed's face fall a little more each time. Stede, observant as he is, says he has an idea and hands both Ed and Izzy blankets to put over their laps. Izzy's about to say something sarcastic about it looking like a tea party, when he sees Annie walk right into Ed's lap once the blanket is down.

Ed smiles ear to ear and tries valiantly not to squirm with excitement. He brings his hand up to give her head a scratch, which goes well up ubt she sniffs, opens her eyes, and strikes at his wrist.

Ed's patient, but Stede's face lights up.

"I think I understand," Stede says, to which both Ed and Izzy snap their heads to him.

"Yeah?" Ed says hopefully.

"It'd appear that miss Annie has an aversion to leather." Stede says, looking pointedly at Ed's entire outfit and Izzy's vest and glove. Right, she'd not hesitated to sit on Ed's lap when the blanket had been there, she'll sleep in the bed at night when it's all soft cotton but as soon as they're dressed, which is an awful lot of leather for them both, she'd prefer they fuck off.

"Do you know why?", Ed asked finally, to which Stede gave a small smile.

"These things tend to be educated guesses at best, but she seems to pull away when she catches the whiff, leather has a distinct smell of course. She might've had a bad experience, or might just not like it, kittens are fussy little things under the best of circumstances." Stede finishes. The rambling is cute. Fuck.

Ed removes his jacket and brings Annie to his chest and, it isn't immediate relaxation, but she doesn't use her talons so that's a win. Ed looks like he could levitate from happiness and Stede's smile, Izzy's sure, is actually bringing up the temperature in the room for how warm it is.

Izzy reaches over and successfully gives Annie a chin scritch with his non-gloved hand and she purrs and if he weren't who he is, fundamentally, he might've cried.

"Well, look at that," Stede says, and his voice is just as warm, "So, maybe a little switch in the wardrobe and you'll be right on your way. Shame, though, it is rather fetching on you both."

They all freeze, even Annie. Ed looks at Stede, then at Izzy. Izzy looks at Stede, then back at Ed. Annie mewls because no one is looking at her.

Stede looks like he's about to blush out of his skin and fuck, fuck, fuck it's cute. Ed clearly thinks so too, because he's smiling that rakish grin that did Izzy in all those years ago and Izzy finds that he's throwing his own smirk at Stede.

"Oh, that was unprofessional. And forward. So sorry, I'll just-," and he moves to stand. Izzy's hand is around his arm, stronger and thicker than he would've imagined (fuck), and he makes a split second decision.

"I think we may benefit from your continued expertise. Could we try for something more private?" Izzy drawls, low and rough. He may not have Ed's outrageous good looks, but he's no slouch himself and he knows how to pitch his voice for greatest effect.

Ed's breath catches and that gives him the confidence to be a bit forward himself, a bit reckless. He flicks his eyes to Ed, runs his tongue lightly over his bottom lip, and casts his eyes up at Stede from beneath his eyelashes.

Stede looks transfixed and Izzy preens a bit because it looks like he's still got it.

"Y-," Stede clears his throat and takes a breath, "Yes, Israel, I think I'd like that. Edward?"

Stede's clearly overwhelmed but his instincts are good.

Ed runs his tongue over his teeth and leans back, letting the muscles in his bare arm stand out, which Stede clocks immediately. A classic Ed move, Izzy's still affected all these years later.

"Yeah, mate. I think you're just what we need." Ed rumbles and then they're all smiling a bit.

Annie let's out a loud meow, as if to remind them that they're here for her, and Izzy let's himself laugh a bit.

It's ridiculous. His life is ridiculous, but it somehow keeps getting better.

[searidings]

Lena definitely just lets Jess walk into her office without knocking and that has definitely led to her walking in on Lena in Supergirl’s arms

Jessica Hoang’s job pays well.

Like, really well. Like, buy-your-mother-a-new-Valentino-purse-every-Christmas well. Surprise-your-boyfriend-with-a-trip-to-the-Bahamas well. Rub-your-success-in-your-high-school-nemeses’-face-at-the-reunion-but-like-in-a-classy-way well.

And it’s not that it’s exactly unreasonable. Being Lena Luthor’s assistant is no cake walk. Jess has been shot at. She’s been almost blown up on more than one occasion. She’s worked all the hours god sends and then some. Hell, she’s got the chief detective of NCPD’s major crimes unit on speed dial.

She has, at various times and with varying degrees of success, played the roles of bodyguard, nutritionist, nurse, therapist, and drinking buddy. She’s seen Lena in every shade and hue of human emotion; coaxed her through crisis after crisis with warm words and a kind smile and never once let her miss a meeting.

So, Jess doesn’t really mind accepting the generous salary. Has even made peace with the borderline obscene bonuses Lena likes to toss her way around Christmas, or her birthday, or any time Jess introduces her to a new kale recipe.

She’s not arrogant, but she’s not prone to under-selling herself either. She knows Lena values her, knows she’s integral to keeping L-Corp’s CEO afloat and thus, to the running of the whole operation. And more than that, she knows her own worth. Takes pride in the work she does.

So she’ll take the paycheck, and the late nights and the missed meals and all the other things that come part and parcel with employment in National City’s most conspicuous company.

And if those other things come to include a front row ticket to the tragicomedy of her boss’ relationship with a certain blonde reporter, so be it. She’s not about to quit, after all. Once she’d gotten a taste of sleeping on Egyptian cotton bed sheets, there was no going back.

-

It started with the unrestricted office access.

Actually, it started when Lena allergic-to-the-press Luthor first asked her to put in a call to the biggest news outlet in town to request a private meeting with one of their junior reporters, but Jess lets that one slide.

(She’s got her own hunk of a man to go home to every night, yet even she’s not immune to Miss Danvers’ button down and slacks combo, to her earnest blue eyes and eager charm. Lena can’t be blamed for falling under that spell, nor for the hypnotic allure of the muscles straining beneath those demure cardigans. She’s only human, after all.)

But adding Kara Danvers to the list of people to be waved straight into her boss’ office with no checks – or rather, creating said list, which to this day consists of precisely one name – was what really sealed the deal. It was portentous in every sense of the word, a harbinger of what was to come.

Since that fateful day, Jess has seen more of Lena and Kara’s relationship than she’s sure any of the three of them would ideally prefer.

At first, it was the interviews. They’d been fishy enough in themselves; sure, Lena Luthor is objectively interesting. But three separate articles in the span of two weeks? No one’s that interesting.

After the interviews, it was the lunch dates. The first time she’d interrupted one of those she’d almost fallen over her own feet in shock. The sight of Lena Luthor – the same Lena Luthor that Jess had, on more than one occasion, needed to actively bribe into ingesting anything other than espresso and scotch in a fourteen hour workday – licking burger grease off her fingers and happy as a clam, had thrown her off for the whole rest of the day.

(Lena had long since instructed Jess to just stick her head into her office without knocking if she needed her. “Things can go to hell far too quickly around here to waste time with buzzers and intercoms,” she’d said with a self-deprecating smile.

If only Jess had known then what she knows now, she might have put up more of a fight on that front.)

The lunch dates had gotten longer, and more frequent, and decidedly more intimate. A year after the reporter’s first appearance at L-Corp it had become commonplace for Jess to walk into her boss’ office to find the two of them slanted close together on the couch, Lena’s heels discarded, her stockinged feet tucked beneath the blonde’s thigh.

Then, Kara started showing up at 7pm to drag Lena away from her desk at a reasonable hour. Started dropping by on her way to Catco before work too, fumbling coffees and pastries in her blushing grip.

(She always brought a latte for Jess along with Lena’s regular order. Of all the developments, that was certainly one of the most welcome.)

She got to know Kara, as the years went on. Was pleased to discover that she truly was as delightful as she seemed. And it was nice to finally have an ally in her ongoing battle to regulate her boss’ shockingly unhealthy work habits. She and Kara could tag-team their efforts, trading off caffeine duty and playing bad cop to get Lena to leave the office before midnight. It meant that Jess had finally, occasionally, gotten a day off.

It didn’t escape her notice that Kara was always there on the bad days. She showed up like clockwork after every ruthless smear campaign against L-Corp, every stock market plummet, every assassination attempt. She would enter the office to find Lena crying and she would leave with the dark haired woman tucked securely against her side, if not smiling then at least calm. At least hopeful.

And Kara was there on the good days, too. The mergers and the product launches and the prototype successes; she celebrated every one of Lena’s triumphs as if they were her own. And Lena, Lena lit up when Kara was around. Bloomed like a rare flower beneath the megawatt glare of Kara’s sunshine devotion.

Her boss never said so in so many words, nor did Jess ever walk in on anything directly incriminating. But it was clear to anyone with eyes exactly what was happening between the two women, exactly where it would lead.

And then one day, Kara wasn’t there anymore.

-

The effect was as obvious as it was immediate.

Lena started coming in early and staying late, if she left the office at all. She barely ate. Her face was pale and drawn, and Jess would often enter her office to find her boss’ eyes red-rimmed.

It became glaringly, painfully obvious that without Kara dropping by at all hours of the day and night, no one was coming to visit Lena.

Her boss became closed-off and withdrawn, more so even than when Jess had first started at L-Corp. Gone were their weekly gossip sessions about the crotchety old men Lena couldn’t yet oust from the company’s board. Gone was her boss’ openness about her own life or her interest in Jess’, her frequent requests for photos of her cats or updates on the master’s in computer science she was studying for in the evenings evaporating into thin air.

Lena did not want to talk about it. Jess was informed of this emphatically and repeatedly whenever she would tentatively reach out, and slowly she stopped trying.

The closest they ever came to acknowledging the elephant in the room was the night of L-Corp’s annual fundraiser at the Luthor Children’s Hospital. Once the gala was over, Jess had run back to the office to drop off the donation paperwork in the company safe only to notice a faint light beneath Lena’s office door.

She’d entered to find Lena hunched on the floor of her private bathroom, heels kicked off and hair falling out of its intricate updo, mascara streaking her cheeks as she sobbed into her hands. Jess hadn’t hesitated for even a second before sinking down beside her.

Wrapping a secure arm around her boss’ shoulders and smoothing the flyaway hairs from her flushed face, she’d tried her best to convey the support and reassurance that Lena had so consistently shown to her. But the young woman had brushed off her platitudes even as the tears had continued to fall.

“It’s not okay,” she’d hiccupped against Jess’ shoulder, the scotch evident on her breath. “She’s gone. I won’t ever get her back.”

And that’s all she would say on the matter. Eventually, the tears had dried up and the exhaustion had set in and Jess had chaperoned her all the way back to her apartment and into bed.

Lena had shown up for work the next day in a pair of oversize aviators, clinging to her triple shot extra-large americano like a lifeline. She’d dropped a latte on Jess’ desk with a rueful smile, and that had been that. They never talked about it again.

-

That whole dark period only cemented the strong protective streak Jess had been cultivating over her boss ever since the very first attempt on her life.

It’s just that Lena is strong, and smart as hell and unfailingly kind and utterly undeserving of the punishment the world keeps foisting on her for her family’s sins. And worse, she’s not prepared to fight back. She just accepts it, internalises the hatred and the burden and the blame and Jess cannot, will not watch it happen. So sue her if she’s a little hyper-vigilant, a little possessive.

And so when Kara Danvers had shown up again one unassuming Tuesday, Jess intercepted her trajectory at Lena’s office door with narrowed eyes and a suspicious glare.

It must have been effective – she’d learned from stone cold boardroom killer Lena Luthor, after all – because the reporter shrank back a little beneath the force of her stare. Kara cleared her throat nervously and Jess had been a split second from launching into a what are your intentions with my girl speech ripped straight from a bad 1980s teen movie when the door opened behind her and Lena appeared.

“It’s fine, Jess,” her boss murmured and she had, reluctantly, stepped aside to let the blonde pass. Not before fixing Kara Danvers with one last pointed glare, though. If Lena wasn’t going to protect herself then Jess would just have to do it for her.

But there was no shouting, no screaming, no audible arguments. And when the blonde left a half hour later and Jess stuck her head through the office door to very unsubtly check on Lena’s wellbeing, there was no trace of red-rimmed eyes or tear stains. Lena simply offered up a small smile, a soft smile and once again, that appeared to be that.

Slowly, Kara Danvers became a regular fixture in L-Corp again, alongside the fancy espresso machines in every break room and the ever-present whiff of soldered metal.

Jess remained wary, a fact which did not seem to go unnoticed by the reporter. In fact, Kara redoubled her efforts to win her over, including new pastries and other sweet treats with the lattes she still regularly delivered.

“I can’t be bought, you know,” Jess had said once, taking the offered apricot Danish anyway. Her loyalty wasn’t up for auction, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t capitalise on the spoils of a bidding war.

Kara had only smiled sadly. “I know. I’m glad.” At Jess’ inquisitive stare she’d just shaken her head, reaching up to adjust her glasses. “I’m glad she has you.”

Jess had hmphed rather ungracefully, licking a stray flake of pastry from the end of her finger. She may have broken her boss’ heart, but no one could deny that Kara Danvers had great taste in desserts.

“I’m not looking for her forgiveness. Or yours,” Kara had continued, so surprising that Jess had inhaled a healthy gulp of latte directly into her lung. The reporter had waited until she’d finished spluttering before she continued. “I don’t deserve it. But for what it’s worth, she has me, too. Again, I mean. For as long as she wants me.”

Jess had narrowed her eyes, searching for any trace of insincerity in that earnest, handsome face. Finding none, her feelings toward the reporter had at last settled somewhere in the ballpark of grudging respect.

And there they’ve remained. She still watches the blonde carefully, still keeps a wary eye out for any sign that things may crumble into dust again. But Kara is true to her word. She shows up, she keeps showing up, and she sticks around.

And slowly, achingly slowly, the light comes back to Lena’s eyes.

-

It’s just another regular unassuming Tuesday when everything shifts again.

Kara Danvers hasn’t yet shown up for lunch and her boss’ conference call was scheduled to have ended a half hour ago, and this stack of expense reports desperately needs Lena’s signature so Jess doesn’t bother knocking as she shoulders open the office door.

A lesser assistant might have shrieked. They’d definitely have dropped the gargantuan stack of reports all over the floor. But Jessica Hoang was trained by Lena Luthor herself. She’s got dignity and composure for days.

Even so, it takes every ounce of poise she can muster not to let out so much as a squeak at the sight of her boss hovering a solid five feet above the floor of her office, enveloped tightly in the arms of a fully kitted and caped Supergirl.

It’s an unavoidably intimate embrace. Lena’s stockinged feet perch lightly on the toes of the hero’s red boots, her arms wrapped snug around the Kryptonian’s neck. Their foreheads are pressed together and they’re just gazing into one another’s eyes, Supergirl’s arms slung low around Lena’s waist as she drifts them in lazy mid-air circles.

For one horrible, stomach-churning moment Jess is faced with the mind-boggling possibility that her boss is, for all intents and purposes, cheating on her reporter gal pal with the city’s superpowered sweetheart.

But equanimity isn’t the only talent she’s picked up from Lena. Her problem solving skills aren’t bad either, or so her boyfriend is fond of grumbling when she steals the Sunday crossword out from under his nose.

Jess uses the split second before they react to her presence to appraise the scene with a critical eye.

At this proximity, there’s something decidedly familiar about those blue eyes and flowing golden locks. But the real clincher doesn’t end up coming from Supergirl at all. It’s the softness in her boss’ expression, the gentle slant of her features and the unguarded love in her eyes in the brief moment before she registers the interruption that really seals the deal.

Jess has, after all, seen Lena in every shade and hue of human emotion. The list of people her boss would look at like that, much like the list of people with unrestricted access to her office, consists of precisely one name.  

Two heads snap towards her in perfect tandem, two jaws hitting the floor in quick succession. Lena gasps and shoves herself away from Supergirl like the woman has suddenly become radioactive, apparently forgetting that she’s not currently abiding by the laws of terrestrial gravity and almost plummeting five feet to the ground.

She’s saved by the hero’s lightning fast reflexes, strong arms snapping out to catch her around the waist and pulling their bodies snugly back together into an embrace somehow even more intimate than the original.

Jess smirks. Lena’s cheeks are redder than she’s ever seen them as Supergirl floats them both gently back to the ground. “This isn’t— we were just— she’s not—” Lena tries half-heartedly as the superhero shuffles her feet at her side, blushing like a chastised schoolgirl.

Jess bites the inside of her cheek, calling upon every last shred of her professionalism to keep from laughing. “Your two o’clock is here,” she says gently, gracing her boss with a genuine smile. Jess may be proud of her own bullish protectiveness in front of others, but she’s a simple girl at heart. If Lena’s happy, she’s happy.

Both women are still staring at her slack-jawed. It appears no response is forthcoming any time soon.

Jess decides to put them out of their misery. “Just buzz when you want me to send him in, Miss Luthor. Miss Danvers,” she nods in acknowledgment as she ducks quickly back out of the room. Not quick enough, though, to miss the choked sounds of shock from behind her, nor the heated stage-whisper of how does she know, Lena? that follows her out of the door.

Jess shakes her head. And she doesn’t even have superhearing.

-

Lena Luthor has many strengths but subtlety, apparently, is not one of them.

That’s the conclusion Jess has no choice but to land on as she stares down at her phone. The extra 10k that has materialised in her bank account without warning or explanation could hardly be more obvious if it had come with the payee reference hush money right there in black and white.

Well. If Jess hadn’t been sure before, she certainly is now.

She shakes her head fondly. As if she would ever sell out her boss on anything, much less on what is very clearly a matter of the heart.

After all these years working together, she knows Lena trusts her. But she can also picture clear as day the scene that must have transpired in the office behind her just moments ago. Lena and Kara, panicking about being discovered. Lena falling back into her Luthor conditioning, deciding to clean up the mess by throwing money at it. The instant regret as she realises she’s just confirmed that there is in fact something to be covered up.

For a certified genius, her boss sure can be dense.

Jess chuckles. Taps out of her banking app and pulls up her messages. Your super secret’s safe with me she types, grinning. I’ve never told a soul that you were drunk as a skunk at the annual board meeting three years ago, and that was without a single dollar in bribes. Why would this be any different?

Hitting send, she swears she actually hears the sigh of relief her boss lets out despite the three inches of solid oak door separating them. She shakes her head again, biting her lip.

I’m happy for you, Lena she sends, warm affection swelling in her chest. Smiles when her screen lights up a moment later with a single red heart.

She locks her phone and squares her shoulders. Skims a critical eye over the weekly schedule she already knows by heart. Ushers in Lena’s two o’clock at her boss’ signal and settles back at her desk. Pulls up a new browser tab and searches up the cost of last-minute flights to the Maldives.

Just because Lena’s hush money was unnecessary, that doesn’t mean it can’t be put to good use.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Obedient

Soft Yan! Erasermic x Chubby Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader gets a new home and is perfectly fine with it, but soon her desires get the best of her.

**18+ Fic**

Warnings: Kidnapping, drug use, NSFW, smut, double penetration, yandere themes, light D/S dynamic, daddy kink like once, BDSM themes, Stockholm Syndrome, overall nastiness

Word Count: 5.1k

Author’s Note: This one’s extremely self indulgent, focusing on a chubby or heavy reader and their insecurities being accepted. Also, I feel like these two would be unfairly amazing with aftercare. If you skip the warnings it ain’t my fault if you don’t like what you read. Thanks and enjoy!

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“Happy birthday to me” you mumbled to yourself as you polished off your third glass of whiskey of the night.

It was late, probably close to 2 am, and you sat at your usual spot on the end of the bar. You rapped your knuckles on the wooden countertop, signaling the bartender to pour you another glass. He obliged with a nod and a warm smile, which you easily returned. It was always like this, sitting alone at the edge of the bar on a Friday night, drinking away your stress where you knew you wouldn’t be bothered by your meddlesome coworkers.

The bar was getting quiet, with only a handful of patrons chatting and laughing away in their drunken states. And they were there again. Always sitting in the corner of the establishment, tucked away in a booth together. The two men were there when you started attending the bar on a regular basis a few months ago, and always stayed after you’d left. It seemed normal at first, just a couple of guys drinking at a bar. But you’d caught them looking at you on several occasions. You never looked at them directly, but you always saw their reflections in the glass bottles of liquor, their eyes trained on you with no clear expressions on their faces. They never came over to talk, never made a move, never even got within 5 feet of you. And that’s the way you liked it.

Until tonight.

Both men stood up, and you watched as their reflections casually made their way over to the bar. You averted your eyes and pretended not to notice, hoping they’d leave you alone. “Hey there” Well, so much for leaving me alone. You turned to see a handsomely rugged man looking down at you, his raven hair loose and framing his chiseled jaw and his dark eyes peering into your own. You notice a curved scar just under his right eye. His friend stood beside him, with long blonde hair tied up in a laxed ponytail and hypnotic green eyes trained on you behind orange tinted sunglasses.

“Hi fellas” you spoke, eyeing the two with a quirked eyebrow. The blonde moved over to your left and sat down next to you, the other choosing to stand on your right. “Hey little listener! Mind if I sit here?” the blonde asked with a megawatt grin, the sheer volume of his voice startled you a little. “Not at all” you said with a warm smile. ‘Listener? What a strange nickname’ you thought. There was a few seconds of silence before the dark haired man spoke. “So, what’s the occasion?” You wondered how he knew there was an occasion, and almost reading your mind he said, “You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar” Huh. Looks like they were watching me after all. 

You took a swig of whiskey before speaking. “Nothing special. It’s just my birthday”. And you meant it. Your birthday was never anything special. Just a testament to another routine year on this earth. “I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” the blonde nudged your shoulder as he spoke. You laughed at that statement. “Nah, just another year gone by” The alcohol was starting to get to you, you could tell. You were never this talkative sober. 

The black haired man knocked on the bar, “Next round’s on me. Hey barkeep, one more glass for this pretty kitten here” The pet name made your cheeks tingle a little, but you kept it under control and tilted your head. You scoffed “Kitten? Really?” He looked you up and down and said “Well how would you describe yourself, kitty?” He smirked at you, waiting for your response. The logical side of your brain warned you ‘Don’t do it, you can’t be self deprecating on your 25th birthday’. You didn’t listen. “Well I’m far from cat-like. Chubby, short, chunky. The only thing cat-like about me would have to be my trained posture and eyeliner” You chuckled, matter-of-factly. You worked as a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant and you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised.

“Hmm, pretty and humble” the blonde muttered. You laughed again “Pretty. Right”. Neither of them said anything. You looked at the two men, closely. Where did you recognize them? Why did they look so familiar? There was silence as you studied their faces. Then it struck you. Your eyes went wide and you took a sharp inhale “You’re Eraserhead” you looked over at him, and then turned to the blonde “And you’re Present Mic”. Both men grinned at the recognition, “In the flesh sunshine”. You turned and stared at your drink, feeling your face get warm. You were extremely socially awkward and hated confrontation, even if it were friendly, so you did the only thing that could save you and excused yourself to the ladies’ room. 

Once the door closed behind you you let out a shaky breath and leaned over the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. What the hell were they doing talking to you? Or even looking at you? You backed up, deciding to fix yourself. You pulled your skirt down a little further over your thighs, tugged your thigh-high socks a little higher, and redid your ponytail.Taking a deep breath, you walked back out to the two heroes and sat down, a new glass of whiskey on the bartop in front of you. With slightly shaky hands you grabbed the glass and took a big swig, then glanced between the two men and said “It’s very nice to meet you” Eraserhead chuckled and Mic said “Likewise sweetheart. The name’s Hizashi” “And you can call me Shouta”.

The night went on and the three of you talked for another hour or so. Eventually you glanced at your watch and decided it’s time to go home. “Let us take you home (y/n)” Shouta offered. You declined politely, you couldn’t intrude on them any more than you already had. But they insisted, so you obliged, deciding that walking home in these 4-inch platform boot heels would kill you. Shouta hadn’t had a drink all night so he hopped in the driver’s seat, Hizashi in the passenger and you in the back. You punched your address into the GPS and the car started moving. 

“Water?” Hizashi offered, holding a bottle of water over the back of his seat. You took it and thanked him, immediately chugging the whole bottle in one breath. You didn’t notice Shouta watching you, and you didn’t notice the bottle had already been opened and laced with something. Soon your head became heavy, along with your eyelids as you tried to blink away sleep. “You seem tired (y/n), why don’t you take a nap. We’ll wake you up when we get there” You nodded and sprawled across the backseat, settling into a deep sleep, unaware that you were never going to see your bed again.

You woke up sore and stiff, and you stretched out, feeling the soft silky sheets under your body. It took you a moment to realise these weren’t your sheets, and you snapped your eyes open and sat up to an unfamiliar room. “Shit” you cursed under your breath. You strained your memory to see if you’d gone home with anyone the night before, but the last thing you remember was being driven home by two pro heroes and passing out in the backseat of their car. Your head began to swim with possibilities and questions. Where am I? Why am I here? Where were the two heroes? You tried to cross your legs but your left ankle was stopped short. You threw the blanket off and saw a metal cuff and a thick chain holding you in place. 

You felt yourself start to panic, but leveled your head and steadied your breathing before you lost control. You willed yourself to relax, and think of ways to get out of this predicament. Today is Saturday. Whoever took me would be here, assuming this room is part of a larger house. You stilled your nerves and gently called out. “H-hello? Is there anyone there?” A few seconds later you hear footsteps, and the door opened. The last thing you expected to see was a handsomely rugged pro hero Shouta Aizawa standing in the doorway. “Morning kitty” he said with a smirk.

You froze in place and blinked at the man. You lost yourself in your head, remembering all the yandere fanfic you read, remembering last night and piecing things together. The bottle of water was already open. To be fair, they are heroes. Letting your guard down was only natural. A hand on your shoulder jolted you back to reality. You stared at Shouta like a deer in headlights. “You okay there?” You blinked back at him, and swallowed down the lump in your throat before saying “Let me guess. This is my new home”. He stared back down at you before chuckling, “Well that’s not the reaction I was expecting. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you?”

He left the room and you got lost in thought again. You knew you shouldn’t be so calm, so willing, so obedient. But you also knew how boring your life had been, how mundane and lonely. You had cut ties with your family a long time ago, and you didn’t have any friends because of your trust issues and antisociality. You knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. To give up control.

And it shone through the more you explored in your late teen years. You found how much you loved the idea of having a dominant person to tell you you were doing good, someone you could trust to guide you. Someone to take over and lead you. The few relationships you had fell through once your partner learned about your preferences. They weren’t willing to put a collar on you, like you were some sort of animal. They never understood the trust and respect that came with the garment. 

Maybe this was your chance to have the relationship you’d always yearned for. To be loved for exactly who you are. And you knew it was wrong to want to like your captors, the people who kidnapped you. But in reality what were you going to do? Try to escape and risk injuring yourself? Or worse, risk getting caught and be punished for it? There were no realistic scenarios where you got out of here and escape from them completely. If they were the yandere types you thought them to be, you knew it was pointless to struggle.

Shouta came back and broke you out of your thoughts with a tray of pancakes, fruit, and a glass of orange juice. You shifted so you were sitting against the headboard and he placed the tray on your lap. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ and began to eat, only now realizing how hungry you were. About halfway through the meal he spoke. “You know, you’re taking this really well.” You finished the food in your mouth and looked at him “Well there’s no use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out” you said, motioning to the chain and cuff around your ankle. “You’re not wrong,” he said back, and left you to finish breakfast. 

He came back ten minutes later, took the tray, and returned with a key, handcuffs, and a blindfold. “I’m sure you need to use the bathroom” you nodded, acknowledging the pressure on your bladder “These are just a precaution” he said as he locked the cuffs around your wrists and tied the blindfold around your head. You felt the cuff on your ankle fall off and Shouta’s arms under your knees and back as he lifted you off the bed and carried you to where you assumed the bathroom was. Once inside, he put you down and took the blindfold and cuffs off. He stepped outside and locked the door and said “I’ll be waiting out here. Once you’re done knock on the door and I’ll take you back to the bed”. You nodded, and did just that. Back on the bed, he locked the cuff around your ankle and stood to leave before you stopped him. 

“H-hey, S-shouta?” he turned around and quirked an eyebrow, “Can I…draw?” You had no idea if he’d let you have anything, but you had to try. If you were going to be stuck in here you needed a way to keep yourself occupied. He hummed and left the room, returning with a sketch pad, a pencil, and an eraser. Once he left you began sketching away, deciding koi fish were to be the subjects of your creativity.

Days went by, being served three meals a day by either Shouta or Hizashi. Eventually, they began to question why you were so obedient and calm about the whole situation. They began to think you were just trying to get them to let their guard down, and give you a chance to escape. You always answered their questions truthfully. “I don’t mind it here. My life had always been uneventful so the change is mildly appreciated. And you treat me well, so I can say I’m at least a little happy”. They weren’t anything like you expected. They weren’t overly protective or controlling, never posed any kind of threat. Never tried to convince you of anything, not that they had to.

After about a week, they took the cuff off your ankle and stored it away. “You can roam the house freely” Shouta said, holding his hand out to you. Gingerly you took his hand, slowly standing from the bed. Your legs shook a little, but Shouta held you so you could stretch them out and get comfortable walking again. He walked out, motioning for you to follow. You ended up in the dining room, sitting at the table. With Shouta sitting next to you, you assumed Hizashi was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“So (y/n), what have you been drawing?”. The question caught you off guard, but you answered “Koi fish”. “Ah, any particular reason why?”. You thought to yourself for a moment, and answered “Well they’re gorgeous creatures, elegant, sleek, graceful. I’ve always loved drawing koi”. He hummed, seemingly pleased with your answer. You then started to ramble a bit about how koi reminded you of dragons for some reason, and how beautiful you thought dragons were.

Soon dinner was served and Hizashi was caught up in the conversation. After dinner you all went to watch movies in the living room, and you dozed off between the two men, relishing in the warmth their bodies radiated. Shouta carried you to the bed and laid you down to sleep, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. He stood there, admiring you for a few minutes before leaving to join Hizashi in their room.

———————-

After a couple months living with the two men, thoughts began to swirl around in your brain. Caring thoughts. And needy, dirty thoughts. You’d push them away as quickly as they came because you knew what was happening. You read about Stockholm syndrome many times, and you tried desperately to remind yourself that liking them was wrong. But you were in far too deep. Eventually the part of you that tried to fight it lost miserably and you stopped pushing those thoughts away, because despite the kidnapping, they were nothing but good to you.

The days they’d both have to leave for their hero duties were the days you’d begin to realize you missed them. You dug through their closet and began to wear one or the other’s t-shirts around the house. Eventually it became normal. You’d always wear their clothes, whether they were home or not, and they didn’t seem to mind. You got closer to them, getting more cuddly and affectionate, giving and receiving more kisses. Soon you were all sleeping together, and life began to feel strangely normal. But the realization of how sexually frustrated you were drove you mad. 

You wanted to feel their hands on you, touching you, caressing you, making you feel good. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed them. But you had some pride, so you just left hints. You dressed lighter, showing more skin. Not wearing any shorts with their t-shirts, letting the collars drop and expose your shoulders. You could see them looking. Their glances made you ache, you wanted them so bad. But they weren’t budging. So you gave in and tossed your pride aside.

One day after they came home from patrol and dinner was finished, you quickly washed the dishes and tugged them over to the living room couch and sat down on the coffee table, facing them. Their confused expressions only grew more confused when your face burned red. What you were about to ask them embarrassed you to no end, but you had to do it or you’d go insane.

You took a deep breath, looked up at them, and began quietly. “S-so, um, I really like it here, and…and I appreciate everything you two have done for me…” you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, “a-and I know you’ve given me everything I asked-” you were abruptly cut off by Shouta saying “No, (y/n), you can’t go outside”. The statement threw you off, and you quickly rambled “N-no, no! That’s not…I wasn’t asking to leave! I love it here and I love just being with you two and doing whatever…but it’s not what we do…it’s what we…don’t do…that’s bothering me…just a little bit…”

Shouta’s stern expression turned soft, then after a few moments  a knowing smirk tugged at his lips. Hizashi still looked as confused as before the conversation and said “Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. There’s a lot of things we don’t do”. Shouta spoke up “‘Zashi, hold on”. Hizashi quieted and shrugged. Shouta looked at you with narrow eyes and a knowing smirk. “Come here kitty” he said and pat his leg. The name sent shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, got up and straddled his lap. He tucked his finger under your chin and pulled so you were looking him in the eyes “I think our kitty cat’s getting a little needy, ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right kitty?”. Your face burned fiercely, and you bit your lip harder and gave a small nod.

Shouta dropped his hand and grabbed your waist, lifting you off his lap and onto Hizashi as he stood up to get something. You closed your eyes and let out a small squeak from the sudden movement. You opened your eyes to Hizashi’s wide grin. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaned forward and slotted his lips against yours, giving you a soft affectionate kiss. You melted into his arms, letting a haze drift into your mind. Shouta came back holding something, but you couldn’t quite see it in his hand. You looked back up at his face, and he looked at Hizashi. The two shared a look and you couldn’t quite place their expressions. 

Shouta sat down, and began gently rubbing your arm. He seemed to be trying to figure out how to say something, but he decided actions were better than words. He took a small breath and held up what he’d been holding. And it made your breath hitch in your throat. You realized in that moment that they had been watching you a lot more than just at the bar. They knew about your relationship issues, your preferences, they knew everything. 

It was a collar. And it was beautiful. One half was black leather, studded with yellow gems, the other half yellow with black gems, and the center had a silver loop with a little bell. You reached out and touched it, letting your fingers trace over the gems. You look up at Shouta and the question leaves your lips before you can think. “Is it for me?” he nods, and it made tears prick the corners of your eyes. He knew what you wanted. They both did. He gives a sweet smile and moves behind you, looping it around your neck. You hold your hair up, and wait for the sound.

Click

It locks, and you shudder, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Shouta tilts your head and kisses you, soft and deep. He loops a finger through the collar and gently tugs, and you let out a mewl, letting him dip his tongue past your lips. A haze drifts over your mind in a thick blanket, and you melt into the kiss. He pulls away, and you look up at him with lust-blown eyes, then look at Hizashi who leans over and kisses your cheek. 

Hizashi picks you up and places you on the floor and the two stand up, Shouta loops a finger in your collar and tugs, and the two lead you over to the bedroom. Hizashi begins to undress first, and Shouta pulls you into another heated kiss. This time a little more rough, a little more passionate, his tongue gliding over yours. He bites your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan. Hizashi, now completely naked, sits on the edge of the bed and calls out to you “Come over here baby”. You pull away from Shouta and walk over to the blonde. He motions for you to turn around, and he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. 

He pulls off the shirt you’re wearing, groaning after seeing you had no bra on. He pulls you by your arms, pressing your back against his chest, and peppers kisses along your neck and shoulders. You mewl softly, shuddering from the sensation. You didn’t know kisses could feel so good. Shouta comes over and starts to massage your breasts, kneading them with his palms and grazing over the sensitive buds. Hizashi brings his hands to your stomach and gently caresses and grabs at the soft flesh, squishing and kneading the fat gathered there.

You whine from the contact, and feeling extremely self-conscious you grab his arms and try to pull him away. He shushes you and whispers in your ear “It’s okay, baby, let me feel you. You’re so beautiful”. He nips at your ear and kisses your neck. You let your arms relax and drop to your sides, letting the blonde explore your body the way he wants. Shouta kneels in front of you and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. He grabs your thighs and pulls your legs apart, squeezing the fat there. 

As the two squeeze and grope every part of you that you never liked, you can’t help but feel exposed and slightly uncomfortable. You whimper softly, tears beginning to sting your eyes as you take shaky breaths to still yourself. Hizashi turns your head and kisses away the tears as they fall, and Shouta leans up and kisses your belly and thighs. “Shhh kitty, let us love you. Let us love all of you, kitty cat. You’re so pretty…such a pretty little kitty~”. 

You relax further, and you realize these two beautiful men are worshipping your body like you’re a goddess. You’re far from being comfortable in your skin, but the initial fear is gone, and your body relaxes as they continue their ministrations. “Good girl kitty. Good girl” Shouta whispers as he kisses and nips at your thighs. “Open your legs for us baby” Hizashi dips his fingers down and teases your dripping core, slipping up and down your folds as Shouta pulls your panties down and off your legs. You buck your hips up, begging for more friction. He dips two fingers into your core and a soft moan escapes your lips.

He reaches his thumb up to rub tight circles over your clit, and you mewl at the sensation, rocking your hips into his hand. Shouta continues focusing on your breasts and belly, kneading and kissing and licking. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot and rubbing your clit faster. The knot snaps and you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking, you throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high.

After your release you relax back down, breathing hard. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy. “You ready kitty?” He asks, and you look up at him through your lashes and nod. He tugs at your collar “Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?”. Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without thinking “Yes Daddy”. Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath. He thrusts his hips forward and bottoms out in one movement. You gasp, the stretch around his thick length was almost enough to make you cum a second time.

Shouta stills to let you adjust and leans down to kiss the bruises on your neck from Hizashi. “I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of your core. Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock deep into your pussy, walls clenching around him. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth. Your tongue slides over his fingers, coating them in your saliva. 

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling out and Hizashi removing his hand from your mound and you whine at the emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing. Shouta moves to sit and pulls you onto his lap, pressing your chests together, and Hizashi sits up behind you, pressing against your back. “On your knees baby girl, hold yourself up” Hizashi says into your neck.

You oblige, holding yourself up as the two men line themselves up with your dripping core. Once they’re ready, They grab your hips and pull you onto them, both of their hard cocks slipping into your pussy. You throw your head back against Hizashi’s shoulder, nearly screaming from the stretch. Your nails dig into Shouta’s back as they bottom out. They still their movements, all three of you panting hard. Despite the lack of movement, you mewl and whimper, your walls clenching and stretching to accommodate the both of them.

You relax slightly, feeling fuller than you’ve ever been before, and they immediately start to move. They pull out until just the tips are still in, and slam you down onto them, setting a brutal pace. You scream from the pleasure, clawing at the muscles in Shouta’s back. Hizashi reaches around to rub your clit and it shoves you over the edge and has you cumming around them, your essence dripping down your thighs and their cocks. They keep slamming back into you, your pussy clenching around them. They slow their pace ever so slightly, feeling their own release building. Hizashi keeps rubbing tight circles around your clit “Do you have one more for us baby? Cum one more time”.

You whine from the overstimulation, feeling every vein as they pump themselves in and out of your core. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach. Shouta leans down and bites down hard on the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, just under the collar, and it pulls you over, crying out as your pussy clamps down hard. Their hips stutter, and they pick up the pace, chasing their own release as you ride out your high. They thrust two more times and they’re both shooting hot ropes of cum into you, filling you to the brim. 

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments, they pull out together, the movement making you moan and shake. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders. 

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom. Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he takes off your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back down to earth.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, squeezing it appreciatively. They both muttered soft ‘good girl’s and ‘good kitty’s in you ears. You felt secure with them, the hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off. He takes you from Shouta and dries you off with a towel and loops your collar back around your neck. “Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us”. Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, and as you fall asleep you mumble a soft “I love you both” into Hizashi’s chest, and Shouta whispers into your ear “We love you too kitty cat.”

[sisterspooky1013]

Green Eyes

Author: SisterSpooky1013

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1352

Post-episode Hollywood AD

Read it here on AO3

Tagging @today-in-fic

Los Angeles, April 2000

The sun was high as they lay side by side on a large blanket, Scully safely under the shadow of a beach umbrella while Mulder took his chances with the UV rays. It was a quiet day as far as beaches go, and they listened to the hush of the lapping waves interrupted only intermittently by the shrieks of children and barking dogs.

Though the movie premier had been an embarrassing disaster, this time together away from the gloom and emotional baggage of DC had been wonderful. The romantic relationship between them was so new, and something about the sunshine and the bustle of tourists made it feel safer for her to relax and enjoy it, not so caught up in her constant mental anguish of all the what-if’s and the insecurity of letting her guard down around him. The physical aspect of their new relationship had been surprisingly easy to get used to, having toyed with the idea for years, and there was no denying their chemistry. The emotional aspect, however, she still struggled with. Mulder had tried numerous times to have a conversation about his feelings for her and she became so uncomfortable she’d escaped the conversation with a trip to the bathroom or pretending she heard someone at the door. As close as they were, and as vulnerable as she’d been with him on countless occasions, talking about romantic feelings still triggered a fight or flight response in her mind. This wasn’t a new phenomenon for her, but she’d thought it wouldn’t happen with Mulder. She thought it would be easier to let him in.

“Scully, did your family ever go to the beach when you were a kid in San Diego?”

“Yes, of course, it was right there.”

“I always wanted to go to the beach. We went to the lake house, obviously, but I was fascinated by the ocean. We actually had a trip planned before Sam was taken but I could never convince my parents again after that. I think they’d only agreed because Sam was so excited about it. When she was gone it was all ‘the beach is so far away, Fox. Wouldn’t you like to go to boarding school instead?’ I wish I’d gotten to see it as a child.”

Scully rolled to her side to face him, his lean tanned body warm in the sun, his eyes closed behind his sunglasses. She studied him, this man who was so kind and tender with her heart, and her body. When he held her, she felt completely safe and cared for. How he came from such cold and selfish parents, she could never understand. She pictured him as a child, desperate for their approval and love, and always being left wanting. Provided for financially, but not emotionally. Thinking about her own childhood full of love and adventure, bonds with her siblings and the steadfast devotion of her parents, she wondered who he would be if he’d had the same support. Compassion gripped at her heart and she reached out to place her hand on top of his on the blanket.

He peeked one eye open to glance at her momentarily before closing it again.

“You okay?” He asked, sensing her unrest.

“I was just thinking about how many people in your life have failed you. It makes me so sad.”

He opened his eyes and rolled onto his side to face her.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean your parents totally left you out to dry after Samantha was taken. The way you talk about your childhood sounds so lonely. You deserved to have someone looking out for you, caring for you and about you, and you didn’t. It breaks my heart a little, Mulder.”

He smiled at her, touched by her compassion.

“I had an incredible education, tailored suits and summers at the lake house, Scully. I don’t think anyone can claim I had it rough.”

“But those are just material things, Mulder. Kids need to know that they’re loved and valued, and that they’ll always have the support of their family no matter what. Did you feel that way?”

He shrugged. “I mean, not really. But it’s all to the good, Scully. I turned out okay.” He brushed his hand over her upper arm, comforting her over his own shitty childhood.

“It’s not just that, Mulder. Phoebe was a total psycho, to use a completely un-clinical term, and I know we haven’t talked much about your relationship with Diana, but the gunmen had some things to say about it.”

He laughed, but was a little disturbed at the idea of Scully and the gunmen discussing his relationship with Diana. That was a dark time.

“Oh yeah, what did the three stooges have to say about it?”

“They said that she was manipulative and cruel. That she made you dress and act a certain way, project a certain image.” She looked down at the towel between them before she spoke again. “They said she was unfaithful to you on multiple occasions.”

Mulder rolled away from her to return to his supine position, playing it cool but clearly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

“Well there’s something to be said for being young and dumb, Scully. I seem to recall you having an affair with a married man in your youth.”

She flinched at the reference, and at the fact that he was perceiving what she had said as judgement.

“Mulder, I’m not questioning your choices or your past relationships. What I’m saying is…” She took a deep breath. “What I’m saying is that you deserved, and still deserve, better than what you’ve gotten. You’re an amazing person. You have your moments, as we all do, but the vast majority of the time you’re so kind and giving and sacrificing. Sometimes I question whether I deserve you, to be with you. So when I think about all the people who have hurt you and let you down, it makes me angry, and sad.”

Turning just his head to look towards her, he cracked one eye open against the blaze of the sun and studied her face.

“Scully, are you flirting with me?”

That earned him one of her rare megawatt smiles. It felt like a victory every time.

“What if I were?” She answered coyly.

Quickly, he rolled towards her and pushed her to lie on her back, bringing his body over hers, his knees resting on either side of hers and his arms bracketed around her head. In any other situation, she would have pushed him off her, embarrassed by the public display. But here, on this sparsely populated beach thousands of miles from anyone who knew them, she let it happen. He brushed his lips lightly over hers before kissing her once, a chaste kiss full of feeling. She brought her hands to his bare waist and grazed her fingers gently over his warm skin. Pulling away from the kiss, he brushed the tip of his nose across hers before bringing his mouth down to her ear.

“Thank you for not being like everyone else in my life.”

[utterlyinevitable]

12. candles for ethan x mc micro story

from this prompt list.

Pair: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Becca) x M!OC (Haiden Robbes)  Rating: Teen Warning: angst Summary: Set a few months after FATL, it’s Becca’s wedding day.  Trope: and they Broke Up

A/N: I’m sorry for what’s to come. 

It’s Happening

The early afternoon sun was shining through the pure glass window, rays fanning out to bless this day. Becca sat alone - the one moment that’s been allotted for herself in the last few months - in the bridal suite of the ancient stone church, toes digging into the pure red carpet and nails clacking against the wooden vanity. She barely recognized the woman looking back at her. 

Chestnut brown hair, shades lighter than she was used to, pinned back and glittering gold in the sunshine, complimenting her traditional headpiece. Expert makeup - much more than she’d ever worn in her life - painted her features; enhancing her cheekbones and naturally long lashes. Though the thick foundation covered up a few of her smaller signature beauty marks. Her body was squeezed into a dress she absolutely adored, yet felt like she was still staring at it in a catalog - like she was still coveting that bridal fantasy life she once dreamt of. 

When she looked at herself in the mirror all breath was lost to her. 

This is happening.

Becca rolled her nude lips together. Eyes scanned the room for a safe escape - a 500 year old church must have trap doors hidden in here somewhere. There was still time to back out. He’d understand. They could run away just them two and never have to deal with all these expectations.

Becca bit the inside of her bottom lip. 

She regulated her breathing and took one last look in the ornate mirror at the woman she was now. 

This was it. 

It’s really happening. 

And a large, effortless smile graced her features.

But as quickly as it arrived, the crushing fear she couldn’t quite shake came with it. 

When’s the other shoe going to drop? 

It was criminal to be this happy - to be living life without deep rooted worries.

Just then - before she could revert and settle on fleeing once more - a knock rapt on the door. 

“You ready?” Bryce asked, peeking in and shooting her one of his megawatt grins. 

All she did was give a delicate nod. 

  *

She walks down the corridor thousands of brides have done before. Every step taking her closer and closer to the red carpeted aisle. Following the trail of the vaulted beams and stained glass. Passed the candles, lit. Every little detail set ever so perfectly. Executed to the T.  Absolutely nothing went wrong. 

And wasn’t that wrong? 

Where’s the pain and heartbreak, and trials and tribulations, she’d come to associate so closely with love? 

Everywhere she turned, a crane of her neck before each step, she sought for some hidden tragedy. Whatever - she didn’t know - to come out of the shadows and pull her back in. Back into the life she fought so hard to forget. Every footfall it crept closer. Every footfall her heart threatened to break through her chest.  

But then the double wooden doors opened wide, and the chorus began to sing. And Becca could see Haiden at the end of the aisle. 

And every worry left her. 

His deep hazel eyes met hers and Becca just about ran right to him. Every single worry miraculously vanished. It was them. They were all that mattered. And today was all about the love they built, together.  

While 135 of their loved ones gazed at Becca, Sienna glanced at her phone. As Maid of Honor, Sienna made sure the event was successfully streaming for all those in Becca’s family who couldn’t make the trip abroad. 

Everything was happening without a hitch.  

And across the Atlantic a hungover old flame will wake up to an unwelcome notification. 

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Seasons (in floral)

A/N: This one will likely never go to the dungeon. First time writing for Fatgum, and my first official BNHArem server collab! Little notes on the flowers: gardenia = secret/sweet love; jonquils = return my affections; pink hydrangeas, white lilac, red chrysanthemums = various versions of romantic love; sunflowers = unwavering faith/adoration, unconditional love. This was a fun one! Check out the other collabs! Huge thanks to @lesbian-peanut-writer​ for the gorgeous banner!! =============================================================

It was all tight smiles and calculated words that were exchanged over dinner. An ignorant man would confuse your cautious nature for simply being another shy blossom waiting for the brisk breeze of his love to pull you from your branch, but you held fast to your tree. As the banal chatter of your date melted into the din of the white tablecloth restaurant, you allowed yourself a brief moment to sink into your thoughts. ** **

Is this what I’m really looking for? Is this all that I’m worthy of?

He was plain-- not that it was a bad thing. With plainness came stability, reason, economy, and yet you yearned for more than settling for mediocrity. Lips stretched taut over your teeth, you nodded and made non-committal noises indicating your attention was still in the same zip code as his inane droning. For a moment, your smile slipped and the warm sensation of your date’s hand wrapping around your own on top of the pressed linen tablecloth ripped you away from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?”

You finally focused to meet his stern, yet concerned gaze. His strong fingers continued to tighten around your hand, the question shooting through you. Slowly, you shook your head and worried your lip between your teeth, a habit he loathed. Your cheeks flushed with the fire of your embarrassment. Caught between his plain, constant stare and the hum of flatware scraping against fine china and small talk it was all you could do to shrink lower into your seat and move the steamed vegetables around your plate. He withdrew his hand from yours and settled back into his one-sided conversation. Appetite long gone, you finally dropped your fork and placed your napkin on the table. The cheque was split evenly, gratitude exchanged, and farewells left at the table in abject silence.

Another failed date for the books, you withdrew deeper into yourself during the walk home, insisting you would be fine without his presence to escort you safely. Half-ignoring his cries of, “Call me when you get home!” you waved in acknowledgement and began your trek through the bustling city. Numbly your feet dragged you through the crowded streets on a path you knew by heart. Once inside the safety of your studio apartment, you pulled your smartphone from your purse. Soft mewling and purring greeted you at the door as a lithe tabby rubbed his head against the soft leather of your boots.

“Hey, trouble,” you crooned down to the animal, abandoning your phone on a desk in the passthrough. He chirped in reply and led you to his appallingly empty food dish. “Sorry, Chubs. I didn't mean to forget.” Kibble tinkled through the open space like bells on Sunday morning. Kneeling, you stroked the cat as his purring ramped up, rivalling any sports car on the street. You lingered with your roommate for the better part of ten minutes as he devoured his fill and basked in your rapt attention. The chime of your ring-tone pulled you from the animal, and reluctantly you rose to retrieve the forgotten tech. When you pulled up the notification, your features softened into the sweetest of smiles. Warmth poured from your eyes to the image frozen on your screen. 

Toyomitsu is video calling you…

At the push of a button the world melted away and all you saw was the steady, gentle smile of your childhood friend staring back at you. 

"Hey," you breathed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He snickered and waved. 

"Sorry it's been a while since my last check-in, Y/n. How ya been?" You kicked your heels off and slid down the wall to the floor, expression a mix of exasperation and guilt. "That bad, huh?" You shook your head and scoffed. Wordlessly he read you down as if the past five years didn't wedge between you two. 

"It is what it is, Toyomitsu-kun."  He winced at his surname rolling from your lips like he didn't inherently know your idiosyncrasies. "I think I'm just destined to be alone. Tokyo isn't anything like home," you sighed. He nodded and gave you another megawatt smile, running a large hand through his messy golden hair. 

"Well, home just ain't the same without ya.  Should come visit! Make a weekend outta it!" 

Chubs rubbed his whiskered cheeks against your knee and trilled at the familiar face in your hand curiously. "Ya don't have to answer right away," he continued. "Just think about it, 'kay?" 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The train ride back to Esuha City ate up the majority of your Thursday morning. Earbuds buried deeply in your ears, you watched the world blur outside your window. City turned into field and turned into sprawling city again, and by the time you reached your stop you had your fill of true crime podcasts repeating the same tired tropes in your ears. Clutching your weekender bag to your chest, you disembarked the train and tried to find a familiar face in the shifting sea of businessmen and students. You caught the unmistakable flash of goldenrod hoodie cross your line of sight. Raised on tiptoes you waved to the towering hero. When he caught sight of your slight frame lingering at the platform he flashed his all too famous Cheshire cat grin and began pushing his way through the crowd to meet you. 

"Y/n! Ya made it!" Your feet left the ground the moment he wrapped his arms around you in an ecstatic embrace. The giggle that escaped you as he twirled you around could sustain him for decades if you permitted it. Dopily you grinned back at him and poked at his pillowy girth. 

 "It's been too long, Toyomitsu-kun." 

His hold lingered a bit longer than it should have to be a friendly hug, but this was Toyomitsu Taishiro-- arguably the one person in all of Japan who knew you better than you knew yourself. Amber eyes alight with excitement, he pulled back and held out his arm for you to hold as he pushed through the crowd. 

"A lot's changed since you've last been to Esuha City, y/n." 

Your smile was soft; it was easy to get lost in the experience that was Toyomitsu and forget about the tedium of the world. He was sunshine personified and you were simply content to bask in his warmth.  

"Show me."

He walked you through the vibrant restaurant district while you recounted the latest struggles and triumphs at work. Cautiously you avoided any mention of your string of failed dates and he generously obliged. Between grateful vendors stopping you along the way to get his seal of approval on their latest menu items, you both fell back into the comfortable rhythm of effortless give and take with your conversation. Esura welcomed you home with open arms with Taishiro by your side.  

"Fatgum!!" 

The two of you turned toward the voice as the vendor waved you over. The cart was exploding with all the colors spring had to offer. 

"Lemme see what they want, Y/n. It'll only be a second." He offered a grin and withdrew his arm, leaving you to admire the Technicolor display. The soft jingle of the florist's door signaled his departure. Daisies, hydrangeas, lilies, and carnations weighed down the cart as other passersby paused to admire their beauty. Roses in every color littered half of the cart outside the storefront. The longer you lingered in front of them, the more your memories bubbled to the surface.

A boisterous laugh and peerless smile…

A promise made on the steps of Shiketsu…

A single yellow rose…

"Y/n, you okay?" Pulled from your reverie, you jumped at the sudden intrusion and held your chest to futility slow your racing heart. Toyomitsu held out his hand, holding out a single moon-pale gardenia. Your eyes darted from the flower to the matroshka-shaped man before you. "Here. It was on the house," he said with a chuckle. A gentle flush creeped across your cheeks as you took the flower. It's fragrance overwhelmed your senses and brought you back to another time uncomplicated by distance or duty. 

"It's beautiful," you sighed, inhaling the heady perfume. For a moment, your companion looked relieved at your reception and took your hand in his. 

"C'mon. There's a lot more of Esuha to show you!" 

+++++

Exhausted, you checked into your hotel room. Toyomitsu arranged for you to stay in one close to his agency, boasting that it had the second best views of the canals and vibrant skyline at night second only to his own from his office. Your head buzzed with the day's events and your stomach felt comfortably full. You smiled at the thought-- warm and constant, he was always quick with a few honest, kind words. He always had a knack for giving you what you needed to refuel your soul. 

The pale gardenia sat lonely in its makeshift green glass bottle vase. There was a time when your whole room was full of flowers. It was a hobby that started young, your grandmother handing down her love for traditional flower arranging to you during your school breaks. It was a hobby that wasn't lost on your childhood friend, but you didn't think he took as keen an interest in the art as you. In those days you and Toyomitsu were almost inseparable. Dinners with your parents weren't quite complete without his grin across the table from yours. By high school you had both been accepted to Shiketsu Academy, he in the hero course and you in support.

"I'll always be there. I'm gonna be your hero, Y/n! And that's a promise!" 

Your eyes grew heavy with sleep. Nestled into the pillows, you turned over and succumbed. 

Morning came too soon, bathing the room in pale, gray light. As you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your phone chimed softly. 

"Mornin', Y/n! Somethin' came up at work so I won't be able to hang out with ya until later." 

Disappointment bled into your sleep-softened features. As if sensing your darkening mood, the BMI hero chuckled softly on the other end of the phone. 

"Don't worry, Y/n. I'll make it up to ya. Promise." 

"I'll hold you to it, Toyomitsu-kun. Be safe," you murmured. When the line went dead, you finally pulled yourself from the covers and padded over to the tiny hotel coffee pot. A soft knock came at the door, pulling your attention from your brew. The next knocks came heavier, almost impatient as you pulled a hoodie over your pajamas. The knocking didn't cease until you finally opened the door. Two younger men greeted you, one dressed in what looked like a school uniform with spiked red hair and the other in a silvery hooded cape obscuring dark blue hair and a perpetual nervous frown. 

"G-good morning, Miss."

"Good morning. I take it Toyomitsu-kun sent you two to look after me today?" 

The boys nodded in unison. You opened the door slightly more to invite them into your hotel room, finally taking note of the bouquet of bright yellow jonquils held protectively by the red-head. They stood awkwardly in the foyer as you pulled a simple white fitted tee and jeans out from your weekender bag to change. Once dressed, you poured yourself a small cup of coffee. The redhead smiled brightly, his sharp teeth gleaming in the morning light, and held out the bouquet. 

"Boss wanted you to have these!" His smile was infectious-- it made sense why he was picked up by the agency to be an intern. 

"Thank you--"

"Kirishima! And this here is Amajiki!" 

You took a sip of your coffee and grinned. "I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you." Your face fell slightly when they heard your name. 

"Y/n? As in the Y/n from the Tokyo branch of Shield Tech?" You nodded dumbly and blinked owlishly as the two exchanged looks. "Amajiki, we should take her back to the agency!" Amajiki looked like he might puke. 

"Kirishima, I don't think Miss Y/n wants to spend her time off in another agency's support department."

"I wouldn't mind, actually." Your eyes lingered on the jonquils resting on your bed. Perhaps spending the day at Fatgum Agency would give you a chance to see him again. Amajiki scooped up the bouquet and placed it in a coffee cup with water, all the while mumbling something about not wanting the bright yellow blooms to be wilted by the time you got back. Kirishima picked up your purse and laptop bag while you pulled your hair back. You lingered on the bouquet and the lone gardenia beside it before the younger boys ushered you from your room. 

Return my sweet affections, hm? Still as attentive as ever, Taishiro.

You walked between the two heroes like a rose between thorns. Both towered over your slight frame by half a head as they escorted you the two blocks from the hotel to the hero agency. Amajiki lowered his hood upon entering the building and waved timidly at the receptionist. Kirishima beamed at her and dashed for the locker rooms. 

"I'll catch up, guys! Gotta change. Don't wait up!" Carrying your bags, you jogged to Amajiki's side. With a soft smile, you fidgeted with your bag strap. 

"Shall we, Suneater?" At the mention of his hero name, the elf-eared boy brightened slightly. He led you down corridors until you reached a plain metal door. 

"It's not much, but it's ours," he muttered. You patted his shoulder and took a quick look around the cramped room. "It's nothing compared to what you're used to in Tokyo, I'm sure." You gave a non-committal shrug and hummed as you unpacked your laptop. 

"It's homey. Much cozier than work," you sighed, plugging into an unoccupied outlet. "Is there anything needing any immediate repairs?" Amajiki shook his dark head and took a seat across the workbench from you, his dark eyes boring into you as if he made it his mission to solve the mystery of you. "Reminds me of my old workshop, all tools and tiny spaces," you hummed. As your laptop booted up, you gave your limbs a quick stretch and glanced around the room. 

Of course you'd still have it, you old softie…

Off in its own corner sat a dusty old steel workbench with bright orange and sunny yellow sunflowers painted on the side. You gravitated to the neglected space under Amajiki's watchful eye. The moment you touched the steel, it hummed to life under your hands, brightening like new. 

"H-how is it you know Fatgum..?" 

"Hm? Oh, we've known each other for ages. We just seem to keep skating around each other." Your hands fussed over a long-neglected project-- power gloves for a former sidekick you assumed. You smiled wryly at the craftsmanship, carefully appraising where the design succeeded. Satisfied, you turned to the tool chest and began pulling out your tiny screwdriver and soldering kit. "I feel like you have another question, Amajiki. Go ahead and ask." 

"N-no, miss." 

"Hm...suit yourself," you hummed, tracing uncovered wires from the glove's generator. Slipping it on over your own hand, you turned it and flexed your fingers to get the feel for the device. The minor adjustments you made as you flexed. Tongue jutting out just between your lips, you could feel a second set of eyes on you. You grinned and adjusted a few connections, the support device blinking back to life. 

"What are you two doing here? Y/n, I thought you'd be seeing the sights!" You turned and your mouth hung open at the sight-- it had been years since you've last seen Taishiro when he wasn't his usual doughy self. He was always tall with sharp eyes and strong arms, but when he was "low fat" he was hard muscle and broad shoulders. His soft blonde hair stuck out in little spikes, his hoodie hung half-open, and left you feeling like the room was ten degrees too hot. Amajiki muttered something about needing to find his kohai and excused himself from the room, leaving you alone with your friend. 

"You kept it after all these years?"

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and grinned. 

"Yeah, it made sense at the time. Y'know, when we opened I hoped you'd be here to really help me make a difference."

You couldn't meet his gaze but you could feel him bore holes through you with his golden stare. His massive, muscular frame siddled into the workshop and sat across your workbench, arm outstretched with a groping hand searching for yours to hold.  

"Ya can always come home, Y/n." 

It was your turn to smile. You left your crafts project at your old workbench and looked up at him through your lashes. He was close enough to touch, but oceans of emotional baggage served as the only distance between you. 

"If only it were that easy, Toyomitsu-kun." Your voice was soft, somber as he reached across the divide and squeezed your hand. "I've got a life in Tokyo, y'know?" His face fell and those warm honey eyes implored you to reconsider. It was deja vu, him reaching over your tool bench in your parents' garage begging you to open an agency with him, you lamenting over your latest design being poached by a bigger, flashier support firm. 

"...maybe this was a mistake…" you whispered, pulling your hand from his. You couldn't face him and the hurt that threatened to leech into his warm, familiar face. He rose and stood in front of you, broad hands on your shoulders, and knelt down to catch your eyes. 

"Ya don't mean that. I know ya don't. I'm not sayin' drop everythin', Y/n. I'm sayin' you can always come home...to me." His voice grew so soft at the end you almost didn't hear him finish. Your eyes grew wide and darted away from him as he held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The fluttering in your stomach, that same feeling you didn't think you could feel after you left for Tokyo the first time plagued you full force under his hold. For the first time in your life it finally dawned on you-- Taishiro made you feel small and precious, something worth keeping safe from the world. Rose dusted your cheeks as he drew closer, his breath fanning over your face. With eyes closed and an open heart he gently pressed his lips against yours, the sweetness from his kiss rivaling any dessert. It stole your breath with it's brevity and left you searching for more. His hold on your chin kept you from chasing his lips when he pulled away. 

Dazed, you fluttered your eyelashes and exhaled slowly. "T-taishiro," you sighed. It was his turn to blush as he released your chin and rested his forehead against yours. 

"I've waited a long time to hear ya call my name like that, Y/n." 

Once again the rest of the world melted away, leaving just the two of you in your tiny corner of the universe. You could taste him on your tongue, his scent brought you back to graduation when you left him with a confession of your own. You must have hung there together, rapt in each other's presence because a certain energetic redhead stumbled upon you two and broke the spell that held you. 

"Hey, boss, don't we have patrol to finish today?"

You closed your eyes and shook your head with a small, terse smile. You pulled away first and turned to your laptop, waving the bemused hero away. 

"Go, Taishiro. Make it up to me later, okay?" Reluctantly pulled from your presence, you threw a bag of shrimp chips at him and sent him from the workshop, Kirishima in tow. The moment his name left your lips he beamed, almost blinding you with it's radiance. 

"Ya won't regret it!" 

+++++

Six months later, you were sitting comfortably on the train back to Esuha, landscape blurring behind like it was haphazardly painted by an impressionist.  Your laptop bag was joined by a soft golden gift bag, its contents hidden by bolts of ombre teal and sky blue tissue paper. By the time you reached the station, excitement had you tingling from your fingertips down to your toes. Work kept you busy as Shield Tech continued to push your designs through R&D. Between showcasing your work at the Tokyo Hero Expo and Taishiro's role in the Shie Hassakai investigation, the most you two could do was the occasional video chat and text messages. As the train pulled into the station you could barely contain your excitement. You pulled out your phone and felt bolstered by the headlines your co-workers forwarded to you. 

You navigated your way along the brightly colored storefronts and restaurants, stopping by one particularly old food cart that Taishiro boasted had the best takoyaki in the region. You picked up a box and made your way to the agency, hoping to surprise your hero. The closer to the building your drew, the harder the butterflies in your stomach fluttered.

"Ah, is Fatgum around?" 

The receptionist at the desk blinked owlishly at you and her brow creased with confusion. "No, he's not here. You didn't hear?" 

You shook your head and worried your lower lip between your teeth. "I'm not from around here. I was hoping to see him." The fluttering in your stomach twisted from excitement to dread with every stroke of the receptionist's pen. She handed you a slip of paper with an address and a room number. 

"Here." 

Without another word you ran from the agency and called him. "Please pick up. Please pick up!" The line rang and rang until his goofy, warm voice resonated over the speaker. 

"Sorry I can't answer. Leave a message and I'll get back to ya!" 

Cold dread gripped your stomach and tied it in uncomfortable knots. You found yourself tracing through every text message, every email, struggling to grasp at any clue as to why he would be able to answer. He always answered your calls by the second ring, even on patrol. You searched the address his receptionist handed to you and your dread turned into something darker, more primal than simple fear-- it was a hospital. 

Without another thought you hailed a cab and piled on with your bags. He had to be okay. You both were working so hard to make it work despite the distance. He ensured you always had fresh flowers delivered to your workshop every week, each one indicative of his affections or describing an attribute you had that he admired deeply. With blushing hydrangeas, scarlet chrysanthemums, and ivory pale lilac, each week he showed how he cared, how he valued your perpetual presence in his life. Somehow you felt like you always came up short-- he knew your love language and spoke it naturally like he had been doing it since birth, but you couldn't quite figure out how to return his affections to match that ardence. 

You paid the cab driver well and steeled your nerves as you slowly trudged through the hospital entrance. "Excuse me. Could you help me, please? I'm trying to find..."

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Numbness leeched into your limbs when you reached his room. You hesitated to open the door, but when you did you found him sound asleep. Bloodstained bandages wrapped around his torso and left you clutching your own sides as if the wound were inflicted on you instead. He looked so tired, spent from the fight as his chest rose and fell rhythmically under the crisp hospital sheets. You glanced around the room and set your belongings down next to the recliner, quietly sitting beside him. 

You must have sat with him for hours just watching him sleep. Did he always look this rugged? The curve of his jaw set against the pillows left you pondering if he kept his squishier form up just so he had an ace in the hole against villains and criminals or if it was something he saved just for you. The nurses paid little attention to you, only offering to bring back a spare pillow for you to stay by his side as he recovered. 

You snuck down for a moment to buy a cup of coffee and noted a flower cart in the foyer. Immediately you thought of your hero in his bed and the stark white and gray walls that closed in on him. In that moment you knew. 

When he finally woke, he sat amazed-- you curled up asleep in the recliner, laptop screensaver playing a loop of candid photos from your shared childhood on the bedside table next to a box of his favored, cold takoyaki and a pale yellow gift bag. Along his counters sat vase after vase of impossible to ignore sunflowers. He stared at the canary yellow flowers and chuckled. Reaching for a cold deep-fried morsel, he heard you moan in your sleep and watched as you shifted in the chair. 

Once you settled, he turned his attention to the gift bag, carefully rustling through the layers of tissue paper as quietly as he could manage. A soft smile crept over his face as he unwrapped his gift. He beamed at the three-tier lunch box you brought him-- a treasure box full of his favorite bento snacks all carefully and lovingly made by you with him in mind. Salmon roe onigiri, various temaki sushi, furikake rice on one end and umeboshi rice on the other, tempura shrimp and yams with his favorite inagi sauce sat before him, and all he could do was devour it with his eyes. A small card fell out of the bento box wrapping and into his lap. His large hands unfolded the cardstock, his attention drawn from your slowly waking body. 

"Home is where you are, hero. -- Y/n"

Stunned, he sat holding the card, rereading it over and over until you made another soft moan, this time your eyes met his. 

"Hey," you yawned. "I see you opened your gift without me." He pushed the table aside and scooped you into his arms, wincing into your hair as he did. "Careful, big guy. You're already hurt." You grinned at him and nuzzled into the familiar warmth of his skin. Taishiro planted his lips against the crown of your head and held you so tightly you thought you'd lose the ability to breathe. Your breathing eventually did sync with his and you both relaxed into the comfortable banter that carried you two through the years. 

"Sunflowers, huh?" He grinned. 

"I mean it, Taishiro. I'm ready for that next step whenever you are." 

"Y/n, I've been ready for ya for a long time."

XXXXXXX

[side-shawty]

Sunshine

Fandom: Marvel (MCU/616)

Type: one shot

Prompt/Summary: “Would you like to write a fanfic about stony and their black daughter after they adopted her. Maybe (only if you want to) the reader could be little child? “

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Steve Rogers, Stony x daughter!reader

Requested? YES by Anon

As usual I got carried away and it took me way longer than I expected to edit it but I hope you enjoy :)

-Duckie

“Y/N! Are you almost done packing?” Your dad called from down the hall, you wanted to say yes but you had gotten distracted with an old photo album that had been pushed to the back of your closet.

“Almost!” You yelled back, sitting on the floor and flipping through pages instead of continuing to pack your life into bags for your departure to university tomorrow.

Instead of an answer back the sounds of heavy footsteps instead flowed down the hallway before stopping at your open door. You looked up at your fathers with a sheepish smile while the took in the disaster that your bedroom had become.

“What the hell kid? It looks like a clothes bomb blew up in here,” your dad said before approaching you, your pops was close behind.

“I know and I was packing I just got —“

“Distracted,” your pops finished and sat across from you, pulling your dad down with him and onto his lap. You laughed lightly at the annoyed look on his face.

“Well, this better be a good distraction,” Tony said and motioned for you to show him what you were looking at.

“It is actually. Just what the hell is going on with my hair in this photo?” You asked turning the photo album around and pointing at a specific picture.

Your dad couldn’t hold back a laugh at it at the same time your pops shouted out, “Language!”

“What? Dad said it like 2 seconds ago,” you argued.

“Well that’s because your Dad has terrible habits that I hoped he wouldn’t pass onto out child,” Steve sighed dramatically and used the hand not wrapped around his husband to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I was wrong.”

“Oh like you don’t swear,” your dad said and took the photo album from you.

“I remember this day,” Tony began wistfully, “It was a few months after we adopted you and your first day of daycare. The fossil and I tried to do something with your hair and well…”

———

“Tony, did you pack Y/N’s bag already?” Steve asked as his husband walked into the kitchen their sleepy three-year-old in his arms.

“Yeah, last night. I left it on the couch,” he replied as he slipped her into her highchair and poured some apple juice into a sippy cup before handing it to her.

A happy, “Tank you dada,” followed and Tony gave her a kiss on the head.

“You’re welcome peanut,” he said before moving to help his husband with breakfast but Steve gave him a look that told him to just sit and wait before he lit something on fire. Tony rolled his eyes.

At the sound of a clatter, both men looked towards their daughter who was already giggling and far more awake than before. She had thrown her cup to the ground and was thoroughly amused at the sound.

Tony was quick to pick it up and place it back in front of her. But much like a cat, she was excited to push it back off as Tony became distracted at slicing grapes in half for her snack.

Y/N laughed even louder at the sound this time and it was like music to her father’s ears.

Tony walked back to his daughter and lifted the sippy cup from the ground and when he looked back at her she was making grabby hands for it, giving him a megawatt smile.

“‘ippy cup pwease,” she spoke and Tony all but melted.

“This sippy cup?” Tony asked, staying at eye-level and holding it in front of his face.

“Yeah!” She said happily, but when Tony leaned in close she grabbed his cheeks instead.

“Are you gonna throw it down?” He asked.

“Yeah!” She said and Tony heard Steve laugh behind him.

“Why?” Tony asked, genuinely curious.

“For big boom,” Y/N said, beaming while throwing her arms out in an explosive motion.

Tony was sure he had the cutest kid to ever grace the earth, even if the dark curls were still a mess and she was in rumpled princess pajamas. Tony grinned as she dropped her arms in favor of grabby hands again.

“Okay but only one more. Pop’s old ears can’t handle loud noises,” he said handing it back to her as Steve scoffed. As soon as it was back in her hands it hit the floor again and Y/N let out another trill laugh. 

When Tony stood up straight after picking the cup up for the third time he felt arms wrap around his waist, he was quick to lean into his husband’s chest. Steve placed a plate in front of their daughter and suddenly she forgot all about the sippy cup.

“Tank you, papa,” Y/N said and picked up her little to scoop up a bit of scrambled egg.

“You’re welcome sunshine,” Steve smiled at her, and instead of eating their own breakfast, the two men kept their eyes on their daughter. Even doing the most mundane things she was all they ever wanted to look at and they were both sure that would never change.

After the three of them finished their breakfast Tony cleaned Y/N up and put her in a cute first-day outfit consisting of a skirt, glittery leggings, colorful sneakers, and an iron man t-shirt. 

When Steve entered his daughter’s room, dressed for the day, he only rolled at what Tony had decided to put her in but said nothing about it. After all her little bag had Captain America’s shield on it.

What really had Steve tilting his head however was whatever was happening with his daughter’s hair. Tony had successfully combed it out but now it looked like a cloud atop her head instead of her regular curls.

“Steve, thank god, help. I don’t know what I’m doing,” Tony said as he spotted him in the doorway, Y/N looked his was too.

“Hi Papa,” she said smiling at him. Steve’s heart leaped at the sight of his happy little girl.

“Hello little sunshine,” he grinned making his way over to the pair and picking her up to place a kiss on her cheek before sitting on her bed with her placed in his lap.

“Tony, what happened?” He asked running his fingers through her unbelievably soft hair.

“Well I thought since I’ve never done hair before the first step would be combing it out but then it doubled in size and I was lost,” he sighed playing with the comb in his hands.

Steve sighed, “Well I’ve never done hair either. Should we call someone? Nat?” He asked.

“On a mission.”

“Pepper?”

“Vacation.”

Suddenly Steve’s eyes lit up.

“Rhodey?” There was hope in his voice until Tony said.

“UN conference until 3,” and Steve’s shoulder slumped.

“We could try to tie it up,” Tony offered and he was quick to nod.

“Okay babycakes, papa is gonna put your hair in a ponytail,” Steve said and was met with a shake of the head.

“No ponytail, twisties,” Y/N told him moving her hands in a spiraling motion and making a whooshing noise with her mouth.

Steve looked to Tony for help on what she meant but the younger man only shrugged, equally confused.

“What’s twisties?” Tony asked it must have been something her foster parents did for her.

In response, the three-year-old took two pieces of hair on either side of her head and tried her best to move her hands in circular motions again whilst making the whooshing sound again.

“Okay~,” Steve said and looked at Tony again, “Your dada is gonna do it for you.”

“Me?!” Tony asked, incredulous.

“Yes you, you’ve got careful scientist fingers,” Steve said and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Whatever but if it comes out wrong it’s your fault,” he replied, arms stretched out to take hold of his daughter, she giggled at the faces he made at her before sitting her in front of him on the floor.

“Can you bring me her hair stuff? I need a water bottle, a brush, a comb, and some gel or cream or something,” Tony spoke and Steve nodded quick to get the items and return.

“Alright here goes,” Tony said before getting to work.

In the end, Y/N was left with six parts in her hair that were pretty even and each secured by a colorful rubber band and placed in two-strand twists before being secured by two more rubber bands at the ends.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if not for the fact that Tony didn’t wet your hair enough and your twists stood up like coolio braids . . . well, maybe not quite as stiff.

“How’s that?” Tony asked, moving back slightly to admire his work. Steve had been silent the entire time and he wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not.

“Well t’s certainly a style,” Steve said and Tony glared at him before holding a mirror in front of his daughter.

“What do you think Y/N/N?” He asked and she laughed.

“Pointy twisties,” she smiled, at least she didn’t hate it.

Tony sighed, “I can live with that,” he kissed her cheek as Steve spoke up again.

“Good because we’ve gotta get going if we don’t want her to be late of her first day,” Steve said and they quickly got their things before heading to the tower’s elevator. Before Y/N pushed the button — it was her favorite thing to do — Tony called her name.

“Smile sweetheart,” he said and Y/N gave him her best toothy grin, so wide, her eyes closed and Tony chuckled, that’d be his new lock screen, he thought before taking several more.

“Picture with papa and dada?” she asked after Tony’s pseudo photoshoot.

“Of course sunshine,” Steve said before picking her up and Tony held his phone up for several selfies.

No that’d be his new lock screen.

When Steve set her on the floor again she was quick to press the button and before they knew it they were on their way to the daycare center.

When they arrived Y/N’s hands were secure in both of her fathers and the closer the got to the door the tighter their grips became on her.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers,” said Mrs. Flores, she was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, and seeing her again Tony realized why they had chosen this daycare.

“Good morning, Mrs. Flores,” Steve spoke, giving her a Captain America smile, “We’d like you to meet our daughter Y/N,” He said looking down at the now uneasy three-year-old.

Mrs. Flores gave a playful gasp before kneeling in front of her, the woman’s flowing skirt billowed around her and made it look like she was sitting on a flower bed.

“Well hello there dumpling,” She began and Y/N attempted to hide behind Tony’s legs, “I’m Mrs. Flores but a lot of people call me Mrs. Flower,” she told her and removed a fake flower from its place behind her ear and held it out, “Do you like flowers Y/N?” 

Y/N nodded, still shy but Tony and Steve kneeled down as well and Steve removed his hand from hers to rub soothing circles on her back.

“You can have this one,” Mrs. Flores said and Y/N hesitated but took it in the end, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Alright Y/N/N, your dad and I are gonna get ready to go now okay?” Steve spoke softly and Y/N looked at him before tilting her head to the side, her twisties falling slightly at the movement.

“Go?” She asked fear at the edges of her voice.

“Yeah,” Tony began, “We’ve gotta go to work now,” he said through his tone was not convincing.

Tears began to well in the girls’ big Y/E/C eyes and her voice began to break as she spoke.

“I go work with you,” she said and wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck.

“No sweetheart, you have to stay here with the other kids,” Tony spoke but wrapped his arms around her as all three adults stood up.

“You get to stay with Mrs. Flores all day and then we’ll come to get you,” Steve said, patting his daughter’s back.

“No,” Y/N said, rapidly shaking her head as she gripped her dad tighter.

“Y/N we’ll have so much fun here. We can color and play games, and you’ll make lots of new friends,” Mrs. Flores tried.

“Sweetheart we have to go, your pops, and I will be back before you know it,” Tony told her moving the young girl to his hip as she began to cry.

“No, I go with you,” she said through her tears.

“But if you’re here you get to make friends,” Tony spoke as Steve tried his best to wipe away the tears flowing down her cheeks.

“No friends,” she said and cried harder.

“May I?” Mrs. Flores asked holding her hands out for the little girl. Tony nodded and handed her to her but this only turned her sobs into wails.

“Y/N, we’re going to have so much fun today, I promise and your daddies even packed your favorite snacks for you,” even the woman’s soothing tone did little to ease the girls’ distress.

“And when we get back we’ll get ice cream,” Tony said but this also didn’t do much.

“The first day is always the hardest,” Mrs. Flores told the two men, “I’ll calm her down but I’m afraid if you stay any longer it’ll make it harder,” she said bouncing the crying toddler on her hip as she began to quiet down slightly.

“Alright,” Tony said but it was obvious that he wasn’t convinced in the slightest. They both kissed her cheek and told her how much they loved her before taking their leave. They hesitated slightly as they turned back and watched through the window as you used grabby hands over the teacher’s shoulder to try and get them to come back.

Tony and Steve looked at each other with respectively glassy eyes and a silent question if this was the right thing to do. Steve nodded and wrapped his arm around his husband’s shoulders before they both turned and left the building.

When they did pick you up at around three it was a race to see who could get to your classroom first. They ignored stares from other parents and teachers. When they looked through the window they were happy to see you coloring happily with a little boy. Mrs. Flores saw them before you did and approached them.

“How was she?” Steve asked quickly.

“It was rocky for the first hour or so but as more kids showed up she became more interested in who they were and what games they were playing. Peter over there spent nearly the whole day with her,” she smiled and the two men found themselves smiling too.

“Do you think tomorrow will be better?” Tony asked.

“Absolutely,” Mrs. Flores told them encouragingly.

“Y/N,” she called, “Look who’s here,” their daughter was quick to look over and give them a tooth-achingly sweet smile. 

“That’s my daddies,” she told Peter and the boy waved at them, “Bye Petey,” Y/N told him and sprinted into the awaiting heroes’ arms.

They both gave her a kiss on the cheek then Tony grabbed her bag and coat as Steve picked her up.

“Bye Mrs. Flowers,” Y/N said waving. 

On the way out the trio passed a woman with long brown hair and glasses as Y/N began to babble on about her first day at daycare. When she was in her car seat and they were pulling off she interrupted her own monologue with a question.

“Ice cream now?” She spoke.

“Of course sunshine,” Tony said and began to drive to the nearest shop.

——

“Huh, so that’s why we get ice cream after my first day,” you said as your fathers ended their story.

“Yeah and you’re the first day of college we won’t get to,” Steve said a bit sad as he held his husband tighter to his chest.

“Aw don’t worry pops we can eat ice cream over FaceTime,” you said giving them a smile as you dad handed you back the photo album and you placed it in your lap.

“Wouldn’t be the same. Maybe we’ll just fly out there for the day and meet you after classes,” your dad said a mischievous smile on his face.

“I’d say please don’t but it seems like you already have that plan in motion. Aren’t you like the SHIELD director these days?” You asked tilting your head to the side and your curls fell slightly into your face with the movement.

“Only when I feel like it,” he joked and your pops rolled his eyes.

“That’s a yes,” he said and gave his husband a kiss on the cheek.

“Ew, get a room,” you said and Tony stuck his tongue out at you, which prompted you to do it back.

“Speaking of rooms,” Steve began, “There will be no funny business in college. You’re there for art and science, not boys … or girls. Are you into girls? We’ve never had that talk,” he said rubbing at his temples.

“Ignore him, just please use protection. Some of us are too young to be grandparents,” he said throwing a thumb over his shoulder.

“Oh jeez, I’m 18 and you already have me the talk. I don’t need a 2.0 college version. The first one traumatized me enough,” you shuddered at the memory.

“We know, we just want you to be safe and you’ve never been this far from us for this long. You’re still our little girl sunshine,” your dad grinned holding your hand in his own.

“And we love you,” pop finished.

“I love you guys too.”