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sexlapis · 6 months

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[◉°] … TOJI FUSHIGURO TAKES A LIE DETECTOR TEST… 9.6M VIEWS

꩜ actor!toji (& implied actor toji x actress/actor reader)

⤷ synopsis: toji thought this lie detector test was going to be a breeze. he was a little mistaken.

sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, toji & reader are secretly together, toji lying!

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“i ain’t nervous,” toji claims, cracking his neck and smirking as the crew members attach the needed equipment to his body, “i ain’t no liar either. so i got nothing to worry about here.”

“i sure hope that’s true, mr.fushiguro.” the polygraph examiner replies slyly.

“are you ready, toji fushiguro?” the interviewer asks.

“yeah, i am,” toji claps, “hurry up and get started.”

“is your name toji fushiguro?”

“yes my name is toji fushiguro.” he looks to the polygraph examiner. “it is, right?”

the woman simply stares at him.

“..alright then…”

the interviews asks another question. “are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

“yes, yes and yes, now give me the real questions!”

TOJI FUSHIGURO TELLS THE TRUTH

YOUR CAREER

“we’re going to start with the category of your career.”

toji nods and looks to the examiner. “how ‘m i doing?”

“you’re very calm, nothing unusual yet.”

“hm.”

the interview begins to speak. “one of your most popular roles as an actor was when you played Frank Castle in the Netflix series, “The Punisher”. some would say this is when you became a heartthrob. do you think is this true?”

toji sighs and shakes his head. “nah-”

“LIE.” the polygraph examiner calls out.

toji raises his hand. “…because, i was already a heartthrob before alla that.” he smiles, looking proud of himself. his answer is met with silence.

“ok.” says the interviewer and goes onto the next question. “do you face a lot of pressure being a heartthrob?”

“nope.” toji answers easily. “i’m just that kinda guy. i ain’t gotta try too hard for much, especially not ‘being hot’.”

he looks at the examiner.

“he’s telling the truth.” she states. she almost seems disappointed by the fact.

“see?” toji says, folding his arms, “as i said, ‘got nothin’ to lie about.”

“in the punisher,” the interviewer starts, ignoring toji’s cocky replies, “do you wear a muscle suit to look bigger than you actually are?”

toji throws his back, cackles echoing around the small room. “fuck no!” he gestures to…his whole body, “‘it look like i need a muscle suit? ‘didn’t even know that shit was a thing… i’m big enough without any of that stuff.” he shrugs, looking into the camera. “i think we can all see that.”

the examiner nods curtly. “..he is telling the truth.”

“do you workout often?” asks the interviewer.

toji scoffs. “i thought i’d get good questions..but yeah, yeah i do workout.”

“would you consider yourself fit?”

“yep. ‘hundred percent.”

“would you consider yourself fitter than,” the interviewer slides a photo of the actor gojo satoru towards toji, “this man?”

“pfft-” toji chortles. “oh, ohh yeah. easily. he’s like..” he looks for the correct words, “a little boy. are we kidding?”

he looks to the examiner and then to the interviewer.

“he is being truthful..again.”

toji smirks at the camera, tapping the side of his nose with his finger. “toji never lies.”

POP CULTURE

“this year, you were named “The Most Sexiest Man Alive” by People Magazine. do you believe you’re sexier than this man, 2022’s sexiest man, nanami kento?” the interviewer slides another photo, this time of the actor nanami kento.

toji looks at the photo for a second, before scoffing a little. “oh yeah. definitely. ‘guy just has a permanent frown on his face. he ain’t ugly but he could smile a little, y’know?”

“what about this ‘guy’, 2021’s most sexiest man alive, ryomen sukuna?” the interviewer also slides a picture of him to toji.

toji strokes his chin. “heh..yeah..yeah i would say so..this guy..he ain’t ugly either but..theres this energy about him..”

“what energy would that be, toji fushiguro?”

“the energy of a fuckin’ mass murderer that’s what!” he laughs at his own joke, looking at the picture of this ‘ryomen sukuna’, who is glaring into his soul through the image. “yeahh, i’d say i’m more attractive than him. just.. just a little.” he holds two fingers close together emphasis. “jesus christ, that’s one scary looking fuck.”

the examiner inspects the polygraph and looks towards toji and the interviewer. “he has been telling the truth.”

“yeah.” toji nods, exhaling through his mouth and sliding the pictures away from himself. “‘course i am.”

LOVE LIFE

toji had been doing well so far, but the category of ‘love life’ would be his downfall.

“do you want to get married in the future?”

“yeah, yeah i do.”

the examiner nods.

“have you ever been in love?”

“..yes.” toji responds, thinking about his past for a second.

the examiner nods again.

“are you in love right now?”

toji pauses for the first time in the whole test. he takes a deep breath. “no. yeah, no. ‘m not.”

the examiner raises an eyebrow at the results. “questionable.”

“oh, c’mon.” toji groans, rolling his eyes.

“is there someone you’re in love with?”

“nope. nobody at all.” he interlinks his fingers, tapping them against each other. “..nobody at all..”

“questionable. again.” the examiner states, pointedly looking at toji.

toji sighs. “oh, brother…”

“did you happen to meet this person..on set?”

“no, ‘cause there is no person?” toji says firmly.

“again.” the examiner says. “questionable.”

“christ…”

the interviewer asks another question. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

toji huffs. “no, that’s just two people who wanna fuck.”

“i see. then,” the interviewer takes out three pictures, all of them being people who he has worked with on set, including you.

“are you in love with any of these people?”

toji gulps, hesitating for a split second, his eyes focused on your picture. “nope. not oneeee bit.”

“LIE.” the examiner shouts excitedly, happy to have finally caught toji out on lying. she rings the negative buzzer repeatedly. “lie!”

“‘you serious?” he asks incredulously, looking between the interviewer and the examiner. “listen, maybe it was just my heart murmur or somethin’ like that,” he looks to side, cheeks rosy and shifts in his seat a little, “i-i don’t-”

“those are the last of our questions.” the interviewer says to toji, smiling knowingly. “thank you for taking part in our lie detector test.”

toji grumbles.

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a/n: this was longer than i planned 🤥

#I’m so sorry i always forget the taglist i’m not used to one i’m so sorry😭#actor!toji #toji x reader #toji x gn!reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro fluff #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji fluff #toji x gender neutral reader #toji x gender neutral!reader

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flamingpudding · 5 months

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Drake's family secret #2

Previous Part

Tim was prepared, he had done as much research / digging as he could squeeze in between meetings, even going so far as rescheduling some of them to get more time until the tour guide would lead the high school students to his office.

Some things he had found were worrying even to the point of wanting to just take Danny and move him permanently to Gotham. Even if he knew that Gotham wasn't the safest city either. He had seen the other boy's interest in the aerospace department through the cameras, but with his digging he had found that Danny had been on a fast track for a Junior Space Program with the grades to support it.

Diggin that information up had made Tim proud, thinking that if there was something good about the Drake family it was that both Danny and him appear to have a very good set of brain cells. Though that proud feeling didn't last long when he dug further.

Because then an accident happened to him, leaving him with his last medical record stating a heart condition. After that there were no more dated medical records. In addition the timing of the accident lined up with when Danny's grades pummeled. He went from a A student to a C student in the month following the accident. Not only that but it also appeared that he racked up quite the number of teacher complaints to which he then got labeled as a delinquent student in his files.

Tim had narrowed his eyes at the screen as he lined up the timeline, with some additional information he had found about Amity Park. That information had not been easy to dig up, he had rescheduled at least two meetings so he could work uninterrupted on the strange firewalls that were protecting it, and even then he only got a handful of newspaper clips out of it. But that had been enough, for now.

Because Danny Fenton's accident and declining grades lined up with the appearance of a ghost menace hero Invis-o-Bill. A coincidence? Definitely not. Looked like hero-ing wasn't just a Wayne family thing.

Either way Tim had dug up a lot in a short amount of time about his possible brother. He was still missing a lot of puzzle pieces but he figured he could probably get that information once he made a successful first contact with Danny.

Which was about to happen in a little more than 5 minutes.

His eyes flicked to the door, then to the live security camera feet on his laptop. Yep they were right outside his door. Taking a deep breath and closing his laptop Tim moved to lean on his desk from the front, facing the door.

His plan was easy. give the kids a little motivational speech, spout some inspiring nonsense of 'you too can achieve great things' before dismissing cheerfully but hold Danny back, because his last name was Fenton and Tim 'recognised' it from a list of potential scientist to investment. Have a successful talk and show some interest in the - weird he actually didn't want to touch on but probably will have to consider because Danny had an accident that gave him meta powers that made him decide to go out as meta hero - stuff Danny's foster parents were researching. Ruffle his hair and subtitle pluck one of his hairs in that motion.

For a first DNA test that would be enough. Even if blood or spit would definitely be better, since he had no guarantee to also get the hair root if he just plucked one.

When the knock on his door resounded he cheerfully told them to come in and started phase one of his grand first contact plan. If anyone asked him what he told the students afterwards, he probably wouldn't be able to recount anything he told them as 'motivational speech'. He did his best though to not let his eyes constantly wander over towards the boy.

He took a little satisfaction in the fact that one of the two close friends his possible brother had appeared to be starry eyed at the fact that they got to meet him. That definitely would come in handy later on.

When some of the students started to look rather bored with their attention wandering, Tim thought that this was probably the best timing to enter phase two. Dismissing them with some scripted farewell words, he waited a little. As he expected Danny and his two friends lacked behind when the students left his office.

He cleared his throat, catching their attention. "Mr. Fenton?"

Danny looked at him wide eyed as he turned around to stare at him and Tim internally laughed. "Your parents are on our list of Scientists for possible investment. If you have the time, would it be possible to have a little chat right now?"

He noted how Danny exchanged a look with his friends and the girl among them instantly started to glare at him suspiciously as Danny's seemed to narrow. He cleared his throat once more. "I will ensure that you will get safely back to the hotel your school is staying at. I just think this would be the perfect chance to learn a bit more about ecto-science? That was what they called it, right?"

Okay, plan was not going as hoped as Danny was now full on glaring, not as heated as the girl but still glaring. His other friends had now also lost the starry eyed look in his eyes and was watching him with clear suspicion.

Damage control, damage control! Stop sounding so formal! His mind screamed as Tim once more cleared his throat nervously. "If now is inconvenient, maybe we could meet for a coffee later? I really am hoping to learn a bit more than what's written in stuffy reports."

"We got some free exploring time tomorrow afternoon. It's Tim Drake! We could at least hear him out." One of his friends stage whispered to Danny who continued to watch him with narrowed, glaring eyes.

"Tucker, no." Danny whispered back before addressing Tim. "Sorry, I have no interest in my parents work."

Before Tim could say anything else Danny dragged his friends out of his office to catch up with the other students. Leaving Tim stunned before he dragged a hand down his face. So much for phase two of his first contact plan.

"Okay noted, his parents' research is not the best way to open up contact." Tim muttered before walking around his desk and opening his laptop again. He needed to readjust his plans. Luckily one of Danny's friends, Tucker, gave him some valuable information.

Maybe he could convince Steph or Duke to go to the mall with him to make it appear more natural. Dick could also be an option, he was in town at the moment. But either way that would also risk further questions, when he 'coincidentally' ran into Danny Fenton. He didn't think reasoning with Dick about some good old brotherly bonds would distract his eldest brother long enough.

Maybe it was about time to get at least one of his siblings in on the Drake's family secret.

Or not depending, he could also check their exploring route via the city cameras and then just go coincidentally into the same coffee or food place Danny and his friends happened to go to.

Yeah that sounded better than getting his siblings involved already.

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theminecraftbee · 4 months

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Impulse stares at the shivering doll in the hole. He grimaces. He looks up at Iskall.

“So like. Have you considered doing this in a less morbid way than making me kill a small copy of myself that is clearly trying to run away?” he asks. He can’t quite keep the combination of mild horror and sarcasm out of his voice.

Iskall peers into the hole. Iskall looks back up at Impulse. Iskall shrugs. “I mean, it’s not that bad, really. You do plenty of morbid things.”

“It’s begging me not to kill it, and it looks like me.”

“Yeah but it’s like. You know. Wooo. Piñata,” Iskall says, making an explosion motion with his hands. “And the candy—in this case experience and items—goes everywhere! It’s like a birthday party, yes?”

Impulse stares at the doll, which has covered its face as it realizes it can’t quite escape the hole it’s been put in. It’s kind of sad. If it didn’t also look exactly like Impulse, maybe it would be less sad, but now Impulse is imagining an alternate version of himself getting buried in a hole for the purpose of getting stabbed, and he’s gonna be honest, it’s freaking him out slightly.

“A birthday party?” he repeats.

“Yep, a birthday party where you kill yourself,” Iskall says, nodding.

Impulse scans his face. “You see nothing wrong with that sentence.”

“Why would I?”

“You know I’m beginning to realize why the vault gods are like that,” Impulse says idly, and then he stabs himself. There’s a single dying scream then, as promised, the doll explodes with so many items the very world itself hitches for a moment to figure out what’s happening. He stares again for a moment before shrugging himself.

“Honestly still less weird than having to take my armor off my corpse,” he says.

“That’s the spirit!” Iskall says. “Feel free to keep making them, yes? It is good of you to catch up so you can also fight Harold.”

Impulse considers asking what, exactly, the herald is. No one has explained yet. Then again, at this rate, the herald will know the exact time and date of his final, permanent death, so he decides discretion is the better part of valor and just starts picking up carbon instead.

That will be a later Impulse problem. Assuming this game doesn’t make him stab him. Not off the table, apparently. Especially if he can name dolls. He should check.

#hermitcraft vault hunters #Hermitcraft #iskall85 #impulsesv #a bee fic #anyway impulse’s mild ‘what the hell’ reaction to the vault doll was both funny AND appropriate!#I love how many vh mechanics are just. objectively a little fucked up.

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sinswithpleasure · 10 months

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Corrupt Practices

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For @chunksworld and @gangplanksorenji

Been a while since I've written a facefuck and I don't think this is up to par. Releasing it anyway because if I don't put something out I never will.

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The last thing you'd expected when entering your office in the middle of your year-end party was Kim Jungeun.

"Hey, partner."

The soft, deep voice startles you at first, but you'd know that greeting anywhere. You can't resist your smile when you turn around to greet her. She's hidden behind your door as usual, just as always when she sneaks into one of your many bases in operation.

"Partner."

You wonder about stepping up security to your office—no one's supposed to be here right now—but you know all too well about Jungeun's skill in evading detection. It's not going to matter any more, anyway.

"I've missed you."

When your arms wrap against Jungeun's lithe frame, you take in a deep breath of her scent, the fresh floral perfume that she always wears. You recall it as one of her own creations—learnt in her spare time as an undercover perfumer back in France, and she's used it ever since. She has on a long red dress this time—it hugs her figure so nicely, definitely tailor made.

"Still the same perfume, Agent?"

"Always, partner."

When she releases you from the hug, you smile at each other meaningfully, until she breaks the moment.

"I see you still have your love for shit-coloured suits."

"Hey, fuck you, Jungeun. These are nice!" You scoff and roll your eyes in faux ire, just to humor her. It's an attempt to fake some sense of normalcy before you start talking shop, but the authenticity of the moment, ironically, can never be fake.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say." Jungeun's soft grin matches the one on your face, and she pulls you in by the lapel, just to admire your attire. "You look well put together, that's all that matters."

You trail behind her as she takes a stroll around your office. You're in a mansion deep in the country, far away from the bright lights of the city, and this is the first time Jungeun's set foot into this new location.

"Oh, the record player from Spain's still here. And so are these books." Jungeun grins. "The one I bought you back in LA is still here."

“Yep, they are. I’d never throw away anything you give me.”

Jungeun is careful not to touch anything. She can't leave any trace of her presence.

The dim light of the moon shining through the oriel windows lands across Jungeun's skin. You stay out of the light, content on watching her explore your office.

"Ah, you and your scented candles. Different from your last office back in Milan."

"Of course they're different. I didn't even get to grab that one before you came." You chuckle, then pretend to shake your fist in anger. "I liked that one."

"I'll buy it for you next time we meet, okay?" Jungeun steps over to pull you into the light, and she rests herself against your desk. "For now… just kiss me."

You don't stop her when she draws closer, and neither does she stop you. Your lips land softly against hers, and both of you melt into a deep kiss. When you break for air, Jungeun chases your lips again, and both of you share soft pecks against each other's lips, just content to finally have some private time with each other.

In another life, this could've been normal. In another life, this could've been a daily happening. However, not this life. Never in this life.

The truth is this: you're number one on Interpol's Most Wanted, and Jungeun's the agent assigned on your case permanently. You're too far deep to leave the underworld, and she's too high up to ever quit pursuing justice. The both of you together shouldn't have worked out, and yet here you are, deeply in love with each other, stealing moments like these in between Interpol sting operations and shady underworld dealings.

"What's the situation, Jungeun?"

"Interpol's coming. They're here to get everyone in one fell swoop tonight."

None of this surprises you any more. You've expected it—a mole in your operation must've leaked plans out, but you're not surprised. After all, it's not as if you don't have one in Interpol in Jungeun, and here you are, with her clung to you as your lover, in this dim office. It's a problem, but not for right now.

"How much longer before it happens?" You sigh, and give Jungeun a kiss on her forehead as appreciation for the news. Your turncoat agent hugs you tightly, just to enjoy your warmth around her.

"An hour. You have to leave before then."

"What about you?" You can't help but wonder about Jungeun—you don't get to know about her days often. You wish you could, but…

"Back to chasing you across the globe, I guess, waiting until we meet again." Jungeun gives you a soft peck on your lips. "I'll be fine. I always am."

"In that case, let's not waste this time, mm? We're both here right now."

Jungeun picks up on your meaning almost immediately. There isn't much time, but she'll make it work with you.

"Don't you need to inform your people?"

"Yeah, let me send this text… and done." You throw your phone aside, and you pull Jungeun against you for another deep kiss. This time, you let lust creep into the kiss, and soon enough, Jungeun has her tongue against yours, and she's pulling your suit jacket off, just as you're fondling her clothed chest. Her hands roam across your back when your jacket falls off, and she moans when you grab her ass and knead it. Jungeun pulls you closer to her, and when you shift to leave kisses down her lips to her neck, she gasps in pleasure and anticipation. You take the time to run your hands along her figure, almost as if to burn the memory of her against your palms.

"We can't have sex today."

"Why not?" You temporarily halt your actions to give her a peck on her lips while you wait for her answer.

"I'm ovulating today—I can't get pregnant right now, even though I'm so fucking wet and needing you to fuck a baby into me."

"Oh my God, fuck, Jungeun, you can't just say things like that!" Your cock twitches in your pants, and you can't help but rub your own bulge.

"It's the truth, baby. I wish I could just let you fuck me raw like that, let you impregnate me and father our child, but… fuck…" Jungeun replaces your hand with hers. She begins to work at your belt, and you groan when she undoes your zipper and fondles you over your boxers. Both of you share another torrid kiss, and you feel her hand slide beneath the waistband. When she pulls your hard cock out, you can't help but twitch in her hand as she strokes your length.

"Fuck…"

"If only we had more time…" Jungeun kisses you once more, and she reaches behind her back. You hear the telltale sign of a zipper being undone, and you watch as Jungeun pulls the strap of her dress over her head and pulls the cloth down. You feast your eyes upon her bra-clad breasts, and you keep watching as she undoes the clasp and pulls the garment off her, leaving her topless right in front of you. Her breasts are just as pretty as you remembered—brown nipples, taut with arousal, atop her petite, beautiful chest. Jungeun leads your hand to her body, and you softly knead her flesh, which draws a sigh of pleasure from her. The glow of the moonlight across her skin bathes her in an almost otherworldly glow, and you can't help but admire the goddess that is Kim Jungeun as you touch her.

"You know what I'm going to do when this whole op is over?" Jungeun's question is broken up with soft sighs.

"What?"

"I'm going to go to my quarters after a nice shower, and I'm going to fuck myseld with my dildo. I'm going to ride it pretending I'm riding your cock." Jungeun grabs your cock once again, and she strokes it as she speaks. "I'm going to moan your name as I ride that cock, and I'm going to think of you breeding me, fucking a baby into me. I'm going to squirt all over it, and I'm not going to stop until I can't squirt anymore."

When Jungeun finishes her sentence, you crash your lips against hers in desperation and lust. You want nothing more than to fuck her, ruin her, and you tell her as such—searing words of lust whispered against her skin.

"You still can, you know?" Jungeun's soft whisper against your lips gets you to stop kissing her for a moment, and she giggles. "I have other holes you can fuck."

You watch as your love sinks down to her knees. She still strokes your cock, dripping with pre-cum, and you shakily exhale when you feel her hot breath brush over your tip. Jungeun looks up at you, and you stare right into her eyes as her tongue glides over your tip to collect your essence. She licks you along your length right after, leaving soft kisses around the crown.

"Fuck my mouth just like how you want to fuck my pussy. Use me, make me choke on that cock, make me swallow every last drop of cum you can shoot down my throat. Fuck me until you cum, baby."

Jungeun wastes no time—she wraps her lips around your shaft, and she begins to bob her head along your length, drawing soft curses out of you. Bit by bit, she takes more and more of you, and you can't help but groan when your tip hits the back of her throat.

"Oh my God, fuck…!"

Jungeun's hands reach behind you to grab your ass. She pulls herself back, and she pushes you towards her as she takes you again. You take her cue this time—your hands grip her head, and you begin to thrust into her mouth, pulling out halfway, then thrusting back in again. Jungeun has no gag reflex—you know that fact very intimately, and you take full advantage of that. With every thrust, thick tendrils of spit coat your cock and drip down below to Jungeun's chest, and you can't help but swear at how good your love's mouth and throat feel. The sounds that Jungeun produces echoes around your office, and when you pull yourself out of her mouth, you nearly cum at the sight of the girl beneath you. Tears run down her face, her makeup ruined, and strings of her drool still cling to your shaft. You grab your cock and rub it all over Jungeun's face, and she actively welcomes it—softly moaning as you mess up her face even more. Her hands are kept busy—even as you were using her throat like you would her cunt, she'd kneaded and squeezed her own breasts for pleasure, and right now, she has her long red dress pulled up haphazardly to give herself access. She keeps one hand on her breasts, and the other reaches between her legs, where you can hear her fingers thrusting deep into her dripping cunt. No panties in sight—you twitch at the thought of her not having worn any.

"Fuck, baby, fuck, I feel so good, oh God, fuck~!"

Somewhere deep in you, a primal aggression rises—Jungeun's fucking herself, fingers deep in her pussy that you're meant to be fucking. Without warning, you shove your cock back into Jungeun's mouth, and you force her to choke on your cock. You don't even make it halfway out of her mouth before you're thrusting back in, your balls slapping against her chin and sending her spit splattering below.

The sounds of Jungeun's throat taking your pounding drives you closer and closer to release. You look down to admire your love having her face fucked while she masturbates. The girl looks up at you, and she has completely surrendered herself to the fucking—her eyes are glossed over, the haze of pleasure too much for her, and you watch her shudder as she releases choked moans, and then you hear the telltale hiss, see the hard spray of her juices. Jungeun's a messy girl—she doesn't stop fingering herself, and her squirt sprays all over her thighs. Between her knees, a puddle of her juices grows bigger and messier.

"Oh, fuck, I'm—!"

It is with that sight that you explode in Jungeun's mouth and throat. She manages to take two thick shots before you pull out to cum all over her face and chest. Shot after shot of hot semen rains upon Jungeun and dots her skin with white, and you nearly lose your balance as you shudder in pleasure with your release.

When your orgasm subsides, both you and Jungeun move with urgency built off habit. You dress and clean the area while she cleans herself up, and both of you work like a well-oiled machine—ten minutes left to spare, and the clock resets, counting down until the next moment you get to see Jungeun again.

Cleanup never takes too long—Jungeun's out in five, and you're done as well. You turn to pull the lever to your secret exit, but Jungeun stops you.

"I'm going to miss you." This is the part that you hate, just as she does.

"And so will I."

You share a soft kiss with her, and both of you turn away from each other to run. The secret door closes behind you, and you leave, you can't help but run with a smile across your face.

Until we meet again.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #loona smut #male reader #artms smut #kim lip smut #kim jungeun smut

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cainnleacghlovers · 1 year

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Who’s he? - MM

Paring: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Summary: Mason thinks Y/N is cheating. What happens when he can’t get his girl to forgive him? And what happens when Mason marks him in a match?

Warnings: Angst

Part 1/2?? maybe??

Finishing up the pasta you were cooking, you checked, for about the hmm? what time? you’d lost count. Okay, you definitely had enough protein in it. You’d asked the clubs dietician for some dishes you could make for Mason, knowing he loved a home cooked meal. Why on earth would someone need so much protein? What even is an amino acid?

You couldn’t complain, after all, you did get to reap the benefits of the muscle he was building. Whether it was a strong hand clasped in yours when you were out for a walk, or clutching his biceps while he pounded into you. Yep, you definitely weren’t gonna complain.

Trying a bit of the sauce. you were satisfied with the taste. Hearing the door creak open. You still hadn’t gotten round to oiling it yet. Shoes were thrown off, no doubts against the skirting board, and feet padded across the wooden floors, until a voice rung through the house.

“I’m home baby!” The voice said. That voice none other than your boyfriend. His voice was raspy, probably due to the freezing temperatures in London right now. You don’t think you’d ever get used to the permanent draft that seemed to linger in ever corner of the country.

“Kitchen!” You hummed back, singing to the beat of the song currently playing. New romantics by Taylor Swift. One Mason had even grown to love, insisting the lyrics mirrored his life. ‘The best people in life are free.’

Stepping into the kitchen, he gave you a smile, before making his way over to you, and pulling you into his chest by the waistband of your leggings. He swayed you slightly, his cold breath gradually heating up against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I missed you today.” He’d been gone, how long? 3 hours. But you two needed to spend every minute of every day of every month of every year of every… okay, you get what i mean, together. He was your best friend, and he wasn’t just your world, he was your moon and stars. He was your entire galaxy.

“I missed you too.” You hummed against his chest, hands still stirring the pot in front of you, as you slapped his hand away when he tried to take some. That boy was so bad for double dipping.

“How was your day?” He asked, refusing to let go of you.

“Boring. Lecture was absolute shite. Came home, did homework. Got bored of said homework. Made pasta to procrastinate. How was yours? Working hard?”

He laughed at your comment, as your prodded his bicep.

“Working very very hard.” He added, spinning you round so he could pepper kisses all over your face. His bearubble, as you liked to call. It wasn’t a beard, but it wasn’t stubble. It was a bearubble. It tickled your face as his lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss. The coldness of his lips contrasting the warmth of yours.

“Mason stop. That tickles.”

‘Mason stop’ seemed to translate into ‘Mason keep going’, and he began to tickle under your arms, and scratch your face lightly as you kicked your feet in defence. You were a giggling mess under him, and he swore, in that moment, he’d never heard anything sweeter.

“Mase dinners gonna go cold.” He released you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Fine. You win.”

As if on queue, his stomach rumbled, and he kissed you on the cheek before reaching up to grab some bowls. As he stretched, his jumper rose slightly, getting a good look at his toned stomach. Suddenly you were hungry for two things now!

Filling the bowls, he moved you over so he could lift them. Insisting he did everything for you, even carrying your bowl.

Making your way over to the living room, yes you ate in the living room, and yes you had a perfectly good kitchen table, but both your parents had been strict with eating on the sofa, so as soon as you got your own house, by god were you eating on the sofa.

He sat down, patting his lap for you to sit down.

“Will you be able to eat your dinner without getting distracted?” Hand on a hip, as you looked at him.

“I’ll be a good boy.”

Laughing, you fell onto his lap. Enjoying your dinner, and enjoying your company.

As you went to get drinks, a phone buzzed.

“It’s yours.” Mason said.

“I think it’s your mum. She was asking me about wallpaper. I said light blue, but she sent me every light blue wallpaper in the blinkin’ place.” You laughed to yourself, not really angry. You loved his mum.

He looked at your phone, as he checked the notification. Unless he unlocked the phone, he wouldn’t be able to see.

“Well who’s it from?”

“Can’t see. Got that lock thingy on.”

Unlocking your phone, you came back in, handing him a bottle of water. The atmosphere seemed to change, as if the cold from outside had crept in.

“It’s from Martin.” He said with a monotone expression.

“Who’s Martin?” You said genuinely curious.

“I think you exactly who Martin is.”

He spat the name out, and you felt the poison spilling off of his tongue. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were confused at why he raised his voice at you.

“Right, calm down.” You said, rolling your eyes at his temper.

“Calm down? Haha, you’re a funny one Y/N.”

“Oh i’m just hilarious. Why’ve you got a stick up your ass all of a sudden?”

Opening your phone, you realised it wasn’t messages. It was Instagram.

“No no. Don’t try be all ‘I’m so innocent’ with me? Jesus, you’ve talked more than once. What is this? He’s swiping up on your stories? He’s swiped up on one i’m in? He clearly knows that you’re you know, not single? Why is he messaging you? And why is it more than once!”

He was angry now. You knew the messages he was talking about, and they were certainly not bad. He played football with your brother, he complimented you? It was innocent. Absolutely nothing in it. If he was gonna point fingers, best believe you were too.

“Want me to go find him and go ‘Yo Martin, why are you messaging me, tell me every single fibre of thought behind it.’ I didn’t ask him to do this? So don’t take something that isn’t my fault, out on me.”

The tension in the room rose, the sofa being both a literal boundary, and a metaphorical one. You two didn’t shout, and you two most certainly didn’t accuse the other of cheating.

“Well you obviously gave him some notion that this was okay? You’re probably loving the attention.” He drew out the loving, and the sarcasm was laced through his words. His final words hurt you.

“And why on earth, mars, and venus would i do that? I don’t know why he’s messaged me. He swiped up on my story, and being a decent human, I replied back! I didn’t think much of it? It’s not like I sent him hearts and kisses, and ‘omg i’m in love with you?’ You’re being dramatic.”

If he was gonna go for sore spots, you were going to absolutely kick him in the ball. Not literally, but you were considering it. He knew you hated the attention you for dating him, and you knew he hated being told he was dramatic. Two can play at that game Mason.

He did not take that well. At all. Oh no.

“I’m dramatic?! My girlfriend is messaging other lads? What am I supposed to say to that, do a happy dance, and tell all the lads tomorrow at training! No! You’re bloody entertaining him. Why’re you going it? Your own validation?”

He opened your phone, scrolling through the messages. There was no point trying to get it, it would make the whole situation, that was already dramatic, explode.

“You’ve replied to all of them? Awk come on now Y/N. ‘Looking great’ with an ‘x’ ,a fucking ‘x’ you can’t be serious? ‘Aww thank you, that’s so sweet’ with a happy face. And you didn’t think much about it? What a fucking joke. Absolute bull shit.”

Not only did he mock his accent, his intimidated yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Are you serious Mason? He said ‘looking great’ and I replied? Being nice? And if we’re being like that, yeah i guess he’s a friend. But there’s absolutely nothing in it!”

“Fuck off.” He said, phone still in his hand, as if it were glued.

“No you fuck off you bastard.”

You didn’t mean to call him a bastard, and god you hated that word, but you were angry and cross and furious and every single word that means pissed off.

“Such a nice thing to call your boyfriend. Maybe you’d rather Martin be your boyfriend.”

“I’m not even talking to you anymore you ass hole.”

Again, you didn’t mean to call him that, but you were angry and cross and steaming out the ears. He scoffed, throwing your phone on the seat, and went upstairs to do something. Who cares what he was going to do. Probably complain about you to Declan.

Slumping down on the seat, you groaned in pure frustration, not understanding how the situation went from his mums wallpaper, to your supposed cheating scandal. Kicking your feet in the air, like a child, you got off of the seat with another groan, and put the bowls in the kitchen.

—

After you’d cooled down, and your vision turned normal, no longer seeing red. You decided that you should crack on with some homework. The complex Uni stuff you didn’t even understand would distract you.

Only problem was, Uni books were upstairs. Normally that would be a problem because, who could be bothered walking up the stairs not you. Today the problem was Mason.

Walking upstairs, you seen him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N.” He said softly. How dare he use that tone on you?

You looked at him, your eyes dark. You did not want to speak to him.

He patted the space beside him, looking for you to sit down.

“Come here. Please.” He added. The desperation in his voice almost made you feel bad. Almost.

“I do not want to talk to you.” You said harshly.

“Please. I wanna apologise.”

Number one rule in your relationship, someone wants to apologise, listen. Sighing you say down beside him. He moved to be closer to you, his arms stretching out to find their usual spot, around your waist. Not today though. You moved away from him.

“I’m sorry. You know I trust you.”

“Omg! You totally do. You’d never accuse me of cheating.” You said sarcastically, not even sorry that it probably hurt his feelings. He deserved it.

“I don’t know why I reacted like that. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of blown up at you.”

“That’s nice.” You added, raising your eyebrows. Listening to him, but not listening to him.

Getting up, and getting your books. You made your way to the door, eager to get out of this damn room.

“Y/N come on. I know I fucked up. I’ve said sorry, and I am sorry. What else can I do baby. Talk to me. Tell me how I can be better.”

“I know you said sorry, but I just don’t wanna look at your right now. Never mind talk to you.”

He sighed knowing you weren’t gonna give in. You pursed your lips, and prepared for you long, super long, night of studying. Yay!

—

Checking the time, and seeing it was 1:30 AM. You decided you’d have enough. Valuing your back over a fight with Mason. You were not sleeping on the coach. You made your way up the stairs.

—

Getting changed, you turned away from him, and he knew every single detail about you. From the time you wanted to be blonde, till the clothes you slept in. So of course, he noticed that you didn’t wear your usual bed attire. His t-shirt, and shorts. Instead opting for your own top, and a pair on long bottoms. You got in bed, not even looking at him, ad you stared aimlessly at the wall.

Better to go to bed angry than to rush an insincere apology.

“Night baby. I love you.” Mason said, and you heard him move to face you. Instead of being met with your pretty face, he was met with your back. He still thought it was pretty, but it wasn’t your gorgeous eyes.

“Night Mason.” You said coldly.

“Are you still coming to the match tomorrow?”

“I’ll see. I have a lot of work.” It wasn’t a lie, you did have a lot of work.

“But you never miss my home games.” He moaned. It was true. 4 years of dating, 4 years of home games.

“Mason please. I don’t wanna do this. Go to sleep.”

You felt him turn away again.

“Sorry. Night. I love you.”

Ignoring him, you soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

—

Waking up that morning, you notice Masons gone. You knew you put him a bad mood, after ignoring him last night, but he hadn’t been cross enough to let you freeze. The blankets had been pulled over you.

Rolling over, you rolled your eyes. Reaching for your phone. A message from Kai lit up the screen.

Kai: “what’d you do to him? worst fucking mood ever.”

So Kai got the blunt of it. Lucky him.

You: “he thinks i was flirting with Martin Ødegaard???? so i got pissed off. like really. called him a bastard…😬”

You watched the three bubbles appear as Kai typed.

Kai: “In short, he fucked up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. The German really fit the stereotype. Blunt as hell.

You: “hmm.”

Kai: “You coming to the game then??? Sophia’s been eating my ear off about seeing you. Both them on the same pitch, roughhhhh😳”

Your heart dropped. Chelsea were playing Arsenal. Forgot being fucked, you were double fucked. No, triple fucked.

You: “Fuck off. no way you’re playing Arsenal.”

Kai: “We are indeed.”

You: “fuck my life. good luck later then!!”

Not that Kai needed it, he was a phenomenal player.

Kai: “thanks Y/N🙌🙌”

—

You decided you had to go to this match. Getting ready, you decided you didn’t hate him enough to not wear his jersey, but decided on a jumper over the top. The jumper could come of, the jumper could stay on. You’d see how you were feeling.

—

Getting to the match, you showed your pass, and they let you in. Making your way up, you spotted Sophia. Greeting her with your usual hug.

—

As the match progressed, Mason was extremely aggressive. You’d never seen him play like this. He always insisted that a dirty player, meant they weren’t secure in their ability. He fouled Saka. Surprising you. He had a lot of respect for the young boy. Singing his praises often.

“Jesus Mason.” You muttered, watching as Christian pushed Mason back, looking like he was having a serious conversation with him.

Sitting beside Sophia, you both cringed. The fouling was unnecessary.

“Did something happen? He’s really angry.” She commented, and you let out a dry laugh. You didn’t have the energy to explain what happened, even to one of your best friends. The girl you say on the floor with giggling like teenagers over your boyfriends.

“Fight last night. I didn’t wanna apologise. He thought I was cheating.”

Her eyes widened, she was genuinely shocked. The whole world knew how much you two adored each other. If you wanted the stars, he found a way to give you the whole universe.

“No way. What a dick.” She commented, making you laugh.

“Worst part is. Number 8. That’s who I apparently cheated on him with.”

—

Mason had the ball, and he was plummeting towards the goal. He tore through the defence like they were just made of feathers. Booting the ball, he found the back of the net. Running over to the corner of the field, he slid across on his knees. Lifting his top up.

He had ‘you look great x’ wrote across his under shirt, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re right Soph. What a dick head.”

Half time came and done, the tension in the pitch spreading to the stands. The fans were tense. The coaches were tense. The players were tense.

You were tense.

The boys came back out, and before you knew it. A commotion broke out of the pitch. Mason pushing Martin. He obviously did not appreciate that, and shoved your boyfriend right back. Christian ripped Mason away, and Martin shouted something.

I seen the anger rip through his body, coursing through his veins. Mason stormed over to Martin, grabbed his shirt, and threw him to the ground. Martin hit the ground, his team matés absolutely furious with what happened. The referee wasted no time showing him a card, as Kai dragged him away. Trying to talk some sense to him.

No surprises, he got subbed off. He stalked off the pitch, kicking a water bottle that was on the grass, sending it flying into the dug outs. He stormed into the changing rooms, or so you thought. That’s the general direction he appeared to be going in.

You and Sophia gave each other the look.

All she did was pay your shoulder and laugh.

“Good luck.”

—

Sick of his attitude, you walked into the changing rooms. Taking a lot of convincing on your behalf to the security guard to let you in. Eventually he did.

You got to the door of the changing room. Doing an awkward dance, jig type thing, as you prepared to go in. Your tongue became sandpaper, and you had to give yourself an internal clock to convince yourself to knock.

“Mason. It’s me. Are you decent?”

Waiting for a response, you cringed. Not sure what you were embarrassed over. The whole situation probably. Hearing a grunt back, you assumed that translated into something like ‘Come on in.’ Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

Sitting away from him, you looked at him. He refused to meet you eye. There was no point sugar coating what he’d done. He’d messed up. Again.

“What was that about? You’ve bebe bebe booked for aggression.”

“Jesus, let me breathe. You’re going to tell me how I shouldn’t of done it either. I’ve heard it from Kai, i’ve heard it from Christian. I don’t wanna hear about it.”

He ripped his boots off, throwing them into the shoe locker. You never understood how they got new boots every match. 100’s of pounds for one game. Seems like an awful waste.

“I’m sure you’ve heard it enough, but yeah, you shouldn’t of done it. Pushing Bukaya as well. Come on Mason. What got you so pissed off? Other than the obvious.”

“Nothing.” He said bluntly. This was like talking to a brick wall.

“Mason.”

He raised his head out of their position between his hands, and his hair was messed up from gripping it. He threw his head against the wall, groaning in frustration as he sighed deeply.

“He called me an arrogant son of a bitch. Said I think this big tough lad, and i’m not. Didn’t even say that much, I was just cross and he was an easy target.”

He sighed, obviously regretting what he’d done.

He looked at you, finally. His eyes sad, and dropping from tiredness. You knew yourself, how eyes look when they’re about to cry. Your Uni work enforcing this feeling so often. You couldn’t help but feel bad.

“It got me thinking. Maybe I am an arrogant son of a bitch. And I know I don’t deserve you. And don’t tell me ‘Oh Mase don’t listen to him.’ or ‘you know i love you.’ After what I said yesterday, you deserve someone better. You deserve more than me.”

His eyes scanned your body, noticing his name wasn’t on show. You were still mad, but you had all the time in the world to be mad. Mason needed you.

Moving close to him, you tugged your jumper off. Turning your back so he could see his name, looking over your shoulder to see him smiling a little.

There it was. Your beautiful boys smile.

“I’m very proud. To let everyone know. That the handsome, talented man, that is the Mason Mount, is my boyfriend. My boyfriend. My man.”

He smiled, putting his hand out to pull you closer, pulling it back a little when he remembered you were still mad. Doing his job for him, you moved closer. Head resting on his shoulder. The whole fight seemed silly now, but you knew you still had to talk about it.

“I’m sorry for calling you a bastard, and an ass hole.” You joked. You definitely weren’t sorry, he didn’t have to know that.

He laughed, and you felt a weight lift of your shoulders.

“No I deserved it.”

“Yeah, you did.” You laughed.

You two sat in silence, the only thing breaking it was the cheers of the crowd. Who scored? You don’t know. Did you care? Not one bit.

“And I love you.” He smiled at that, his arm resting around your shoulder, rubbing lightly up and down.

“I love you. So damn much. No, that’s not enough. I love you so much that I’d give up football for you. I love you so much that i’d let Declan beat me every time we play fifa. I love you so much that I-”

You shut him up with a kiss. The kiss was more than just two lips touching. It was full of love. Full of passion. Full of 4 years of love you’d shared with this boy. 4 years of laughter, smiles, and tears.

“No harm Mason. You absolutely stink.”

He laughed, missing your banter. Even if it was just for a few hours. He never ever wanted to stop hearing your laugh.

“Guess we should shower then.” He prompted. Trying his luck.

“Showering’s a solo task.” You said.

He stood up, grabbing the back of your thighs as he lifted you, bridal style.

“When has showering ever been a solo task with us?”

Part 2???

This was inspired by a fic I read ages ago, and cant find the author :( If you do, let me know!

#mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #mason mount #mason mount angst #footballer imagine #footballer angst

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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how about... punk!steve and eddie's brain short-circuiting at the new look (one eyebrow pierced, lip ring, pierced ears, one arm fully tattooed, and his back has several)? 👀 will designed all of them 🤗

Picturing Steve with tattoos and piercings almost did me in. It wasn't hard to do Eddie's POV here because, honestly, same. This was fun, and way different from anything else I've gotten to do! - Mickala ❤️

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Somehow, some way, Eddie fell in love with Steve Harrington.

No matter what everyone believes, it wasn’t during the whole Vecna thing, it wasn’t even during his recovery when he spent just about every waking moment with him.

It wasn’t after that when he ended up working with him and Robin at the grocery store.

It was when Steve got his first piercing.

Or at least that’s when he realized it.

Looking back, it was probably always there, he just didn’t quite let himself accept it or think about it.

But when Steve got his nose pierced. Jesus Christ.

The thoughts Eddie had were beyond sinful. Even he was worried about his soul after some of them.

It was only the beginning, though.

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Steve started getting tattoos.

Not just cute little ones that were hidden.

He got a half sleeve done as his first tattoo.

Robin had gone with him because he was nervous, and all Eddie could think was that he wished he could have been the one to go with him.

He imagined how Steve looked, if he’d cry, or if he’d just grit his teeth and tough it out, if he’d get all hazy (this was the way Eddie liked picturing him most, sue him), or if he would have to take a lot of breaks.

Robin gave him a knowing look as he stared at Steve through his explanation of the design that Will did for him.

She wouldn’t say anything, but he knew she wanted to.

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His ears were next.

Three piercings on one side, two on the other.

“For now,” Steve said, grinning at Eddie as he explained his plans for more.

Eddie was going to die.

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But it was the eyebrow ring/tongue ring combo that did him in.

That was what shut his brain off possibly permanently.

Steve was stocking the cereal aisle, humming to himself.

Eddie was pretty sure he was mopping the floor, but it was hard to say with how distracted he was at the way the light caught the ring on his tongue every time he stuck it out in concentration.

Which was a lot more often than stocking cereal probably called for.

Steve put a lot of thought into everything he did.

He was so busy staring at Steve, he didn’t notice Robin coming up behind him.

“You could just say something, you know,” she said at a very normal volume.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie yelled at a not-at-all normal volume.

Steve turned to them, tongue out from his deep concentration, brows raised to silently ask if everything was okay.

Was that…

“Robin. Does Steve have an undercut?”

“Yeah, I helped him with it last night. You like?”

“You want me dead, don’t you?”

She laughed as she started walking towards Steve, who was still staring at them, confused about the outburst.

“Just want you to do something about it!” She said back to him.

He gave Steve an awkward wave before continuing with his own task, frowning when he realized the huge puddle at his feet that hadn’t actually managed to be spread around.

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Steve had come over to smoke after work and Eddie was pretty sure he’d ruin it by doing something stupid soon.

Robin had said she had plans already, but threw Eddie a wink when she said it, so that was obviously a lie.

He was on his own.

At least he wasn’t as high as Steve was.

“I think I want my lip pierced,” Steve said suddenly, head rolling on the back of the couch to look over at Eddie.

“Oh.”

“Think it would look okay?”

“Yeah. Yep.”

Steve leaned his head on his shoulder.

“Do you not like the piercings? I get they’re a big change, I just figured out of everyone, you’d think they were cool. Not that I need your approval, or anyone’s, that’s kind of the point.”

“No, I do like them. I love them. I’m so glad you’re having fun with them, expressing yourself.”

He wasn’t lying, he just wasn’t telling the entire truth.

“Yeah?”

Eddie looked down and saw Steve blushing, trying to hide his face in Eddie’s shoulder.

What a sight.

It was enough to make Eddie lose sight of what he’d been working so hard to hide.

“Stevie, I love you, so of course I love your piercings.”

Steve’s head shot up too fast, bumping into Eddie’s jaw and making him yelp.

“Sorry, oh my God. I’m sorry. It’s just. What.”

“What?”

Eddie was looking at Steve, confused as to why Steve moved away from him so quickly.

“You said you loved me.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

It took him months to say it, and now he ruined everything because he didn’t mean to say it this way.

Or at all.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Steve’s face fell, and he looked down at his lap. His hands curled against his thighs and he looked like he was physically pulling away further with every passing second.

“Yeah. I mean, I get it. Just one of those moments, huh?”

Eddie would never forgive himself for making Steve sound like that.

He had to fix it.

“Actually, no. I have a lot of those moments. Wanna know about them?”

“Uh, I guess.”

“Okay, well like today when I was mopping the floor. I was so distracted by how pretty you are, I missed the fact that the floor around me was just a giant puddle.” Eddie sighed. “And last week, when I had to swerve the van back into the lane on the way to work, it was because I was watching you trace your tattoos in the rearview mirror.”

“Really?”

“I’m obsessed with you, Stevie.”

That was maybe too honest, but it was worth it when Steve’s face lit up.

“Prove it.”

Eddie shivered.

If that’s what Steve wanted him to do, though, that’s what he’d do.

He leaned in slowly at first, then quickly shoved Steve back so he was laying down, Eddie hovering over him.

Steve licked his lips and that damn tongue ring was all it took for Eddie to close the distance between them.

It was messy, and desperate, and everything Eddie hoped it would be.

Steve’s lips were soft, slick, moving just right against his own.

Eddie let one hand cup Steve’s jaw, the other taking all his weight.

Until Steve’s hands tugged him down, making their hips and chest meet roughly.

Both of them moaned, but Eddie had to pull away for a breath, needed a moment to let his brain catch up to his body before he went too far too soon.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.

“Nothing at all. Just needed a second. You make me feel a little foggy,” Eddie smirked, placing a quick kiss to his nose, right over the piercing there.

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so. If you can handle me being a little bit dumb sometimes,” Eddie kissed his lip.

“I think I can handle it,” Steve laughed.

“So. A lip piercing?” Eddie nipped at his bottom lip.

“Yeah. Maybe tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

“What? Why?”

“Every piercing you get takes a year off my life, I swear.”

Steve leaned up, licked along Eddie’s bottom lip just to watch him squirm.

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna try my best to be.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #ficlet #request #punk steve harrington #modern au

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bubblebbg · 11 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐚𝐫𝐞).

Upon popular request, part 2 of this post.

Miguel O'Hara x reader

It's just like old times, the two of you finding respite on the rooftop and away from the party. Miguel is glad to have you back, if not only for a moment. Unbeknownst to him, you're ready to return to how it was permanently, to do away with the obstacles of the present. Miguel is just as eager to accept you and turn back time together.

As things are starting to fall into place, he can't help but think about how all of this suits you. The warmth of your hand as you lead him up the fire escape and to the roof, the breeze in your hair, the way your laugh travels in the air. God, he's missed this, the way you smile, the light in your eyes, you and him. It's enough to nearly send him into a daze, that is until you sit on the roof's edge, beckoning him to sit with you. "You know," you say, and the familiarity of the way you speak has his full attention, "I'm sorry. I guess I didn't really think how much this all affected you. I've only really been thinking about myself."

You look at him apologetically, a timid smile on your face. He's not sure if he's supposed to have let go of your hand by now, but he doesn't want to. So he keeps your fingers interlaced, speaking softly in that tone reserved for you and only you. "That's not true. You've made time for me whenever you could, even if it hasn't been as much time as before. I didn't think you'd walk out without seeing your boyfriend."

You sigh, "I didn't think I would either."

He pauses, watching your expressions as you turn your gaze to the city again. Anyone else might think the slight shine in your eyes is the gleam of streetlights, but he knows you. Knows you like the back of his hand, and knows you're biting back tears. Miguel whispers, his hand leaving yours to tentatively wrap around your waist, "What do you mean?"

You take a moment, eyes searching windows and cars in the distance as if they might provide the answers, the words to say.

"It's funny, how things suddenly become clearer to you. This necklace," your hand goes to trace the silver gift around your neck, "The flower? I mentioned it once, almost a year ago, and you remembered it. And that made me so happy. So I thought -"

You breathe deeply, the tears breaking the surface despite your battle to keep them in. Miguel's hand instantly comes to wipe them, concern evident in his features. You let him, head resting on his shoulder.

"I thought to myself, when was the last time anyone else made me this happy? Or remembered anything? My boyfriend," you chuckle through the tears, amused and disgusted at your choice in partner, "He doesn't remember shit. I've been telling him about this birthday party for the last month and he still didn't take the time off. I bet you right now that the gift he has is something he picked up last minute that I don't even like. He's pathetic. I haven't been happy with him this entire time. And it's all clear now. I'm so, so stupid."

"Hey," Miguel soothes, "Don't say that."

"Miguel, don't lie. I'm stupid and you know it."

"Ok, maybe you're a little stupid," he teases, earning him a jab to the ribs as you both laugh. He smiles, rubbing your side while you lean into him, sniffling and giggling. "I don't think you're stupid for wanting to be loved though. It's human."

"I'm just stupid for not realizing it was supposed to be you."

His eyes widen in shock, sputtering and looking to your face with his cheeks turned red. "I-I.. you - huh?"

You laugh at that, eyes turned to your phone as you get a text notification. You show him your phone, and his already racing heart beats faster. It's filled with replies from your now ex-boyfriend, angry and scolding you for dumping him. "I broke up with him. Texted him with one hand and held yours in the other."

Miguel's smile widens, eyes meeting yours, "While we were going up the stairs?"

"Yep."

"You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

You're leaning into him, face only inches from his. He reacts in a moment's notice, eyes flickering from yours to your lips before meeting you halfway, a hand coming to cup your cheek. Your lips are softer than he imagined - and he'd never admit it, but he imagined them many times - and that warmth you exude fills his body. He all but melts into you, a weight lifting from his shoulders that he wasn't aware he had. Slowly, you part, lips still close as he mutters, "I do."

The way you look at him, riddled with the telltale signs of post-kiss afterglow (rosy cheeks, lidded eyes, glossy lips and all), it has Miguel nearly at the altar already. He's not sure how it's possible, but you've managed to make his devotion to you even deeper than before. His best friend, the person he'd gladly die on hills for, who he's watched from up close and afar: you. He's not sure when friendship become something more, but now the tenderness of your confessions sit in your hands, alive and beating.

Carefully standing up on the roof's ledge, you hold out your hand and he knows immediately what to do. He falls in place next to you just like in the past, guiding you as you step along the cement, his firm hold assuring you that you're safe. You won't fall, not with Miguel there to catch you. The two of you walk like this in a comfortable silence, savoring the sweetness of what's happened, the certainty of each other's touch.

Suddenly, there's a commotion on the fire escape. Your heads snap to look at each other and you both know what's happening; you're angry ex-boyfriend is ascending the stairs, no doubt in pursuit of some argument, maybe to ignorantly throw a few punches at Miguel and call you names (a horrendous mistake, but he's dumb enough to try). Miguel rolls his eyes. "I'll handle him," he says, turning to help you off the ledge. You don't budge.

"Don't. I've got a better idea." You pull him up onto the ledge.

"Oh," he smirks, "Are you sure? Last time we did this you nearly pissed yourself."

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Shut up, I've changed. Come on, let's go."

"Hold on, I want that bastard to see something."

Miguel wraps his arm tight around your waist, pulling you into his chest. As your ex makes it to the top, eyes furious and jaw dropped in disbelief, Miguel kisses you again. You can feel his smirk against your lips, can hear your ex screaming. But none of that matters right now and you really couldn't care less, not when you're wrapping your arms around Miguel's neck, not when you feel safe like this.

Miguel leans back and you're both falling from the top of twenty five stories, a hasty descent for the ground as he holds you close. His chest swells with pride as the two of you watch your ex leaning over the edge in disbelief at the apparent leap of death you two have taken. The wind blowing against you, Miguel shoots out his red webs, swinging away from the building with one arm. You laugh heartily, and maybe you really have changed, your face fearless and joyful as he weaves through the cityscape with you. Different, but still you. Still his.

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #fluff #beyond the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #miles morales #hobie brown #gwen stacy #spiderman #spider society #spider

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nburkhardt · 2 months

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Kiss It Better

The instructions for these new drawers is bullshit. There’s no words, there’s only pictures. Which, okay, is fine and he’ll be the first to admit it.

Eddie loves reading, unless it’s building furniture. Pictures are the way to go.

Just, not this piece of furniture.

Because now? Right now, he’s been staring at the picture and the actual piece for fifteen minutes trying to figure out how the hell this is supposed to go.

“How is this supposed to,” he mumbles to himself, holding the metal…whatever it is and pulling it apart before looking back at the paper. “Some words would be helpful”

Looking over the paper, it shows the metal piece on the inside to pull the drawer out. Shrugging, he sets it and grabs the screw driver and screw. Deciding to just go off the image and hope for the best.

He’s been at this so far two hours now, which, sucks. But it’s fine, he had nothing else planned and Steve is busy going through boxes in the garage with Robin.

“Maybe I should,” he turns the screw and looks over at the paper again, as he looks closer, thinking that’s going to help… his finger goes up and he freezes.

Pain stings through his middle finger and he pulls his hand up and without saying a word immediately walks to Steve and Robin.

“Uh, Stevie, can you- grab a bandaid? I kinda sliced my finger”

Both turn at him, and all he can do is hold up his hands and watch as their eyes go wide. Steve moves first, “what did you do? You’re dripping, what- come on, honey”

“Uh, sliced my finger.”

Steve grabs his arm and pulls him along towards the bathroom, “I can see that, how did you slice your finger? Why didn’t you clean it?”

He shrugs, “I kinda just came to you, and uh, there’s this metal piece for the drawers and the instructions doesn’t have words. This next part is a little hard.”

“I’ll finish it, this cut is pretty deep, Eds.”

Steve finishes putting the bandaid on as neatly as possible on a finger, then he pulls it up to his lips and places a light kiss against it. “There, it’ll heal up in no time now”

What do you mean this is semi-based on true events. Whaaaaat no, that can’t be true. I definitely did not slice my middle finger while trying to build a set of drawers yesterday. No you are wrong, definitely. Totally. Yep. Yep. Yep.

Totally wrong 🫣

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OKAY SO MAYBE I DID! But here’s the thing, I wasn’t expecting it. And so now I have a sliced middle finger. It didn’t register in my head until a full shock went through me and I just… walked out of my room and had to have my friend grab me a bandaid. It was not a fun time. And it sucks because I had to buy finger condoms just so I can keep the bandaid dry ):

#steddie #steddie fic #nburkhardt writes #gimme like a little bit of words when i build furniture pls #idk I felt like writing and this came out

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Hi! I'd love to drop some thoughts on cowboy!reader.

I think they get tattoos that are symbolic of things/people that mean a lot to them. No fear of the permanence, because cowboy knows that if something means that much to you at one point in time, it'll always be a part of you anyways, tattoo or not.

So basically i can see the whole team discovering that cowboy!reader is half covered in tattoos (maybe on a really hot climate case etc) and they're like what do all those mean?! and cowboy is like well, i have one for each of y'all. then they all of course feel a need to guess which ones are representative of them. maybe only then do they realise just how much of an impact they've had on him. idk.

much love,

-🦕 anon (if that's available of course)

No warnings, also I love this idea so yeah! Also we're going to pretend that the 'plot' makes sense aha

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It was ridiculously hot, you honestly felt like you were melting (and this coming from you, so it was ridiculously hot). And then a police officer bumps into you, spilling his freshly made (and very hot) coffee onto you whilst you were making your way to the briefing room set up for the case.

You huffed as you walked in, trying to get the shirt as far away from you as possible without actually taking it off. "Someone spilt coffee on me," You pouted, JJ chuckled slightly.

"You're going to need to change shirts," She said, as she was closest she fished through your go-bag, grabbing a shirt and throwing it at you. You caught it, shooting her a grin as you did so.

"Shirtless warning," You warned, they all rolled their eyes at your laziness to find a secluded place to change shirts. You quickly removed your shirt as you then tried to find the opening for your other shirt.

"Since when did you have tattoos?" Morgan asks with a grin.

You turned to him, "For a while now," You shrugged.

"What do they all mean?" Spencer asked, tilting his head.

"They've all got different meanin's," You said. "Some of them are for the people I've met and have impacted me, others are just pretty,"

"Pretty?" Morgan grinned.

"Yeah, pretty."

Spencer looked at your tattoos before pointing at one. A small black bird on your chest.

"Who's that one for?"

"That one's for my baby brother Aden," You grin, "When he was a kid he used to make me sing Blackbird when he was scared,"

"Have you got any for us?" Spencer asked curiously.

"Yep," You said, "I've got one for each of y'all,"

"Seriously?" Emily's eyes widen when you nod again.

"Of course," You said, "Y'all mean a lot to me,"

"Can we guess?"

"Sure," You grin.

There was silence for a moment as you stood awkwardly whilst the team's gazes travelled your chest and back, searching for tattoos that could be linked to the team.

"Is- Is that one mine?" Spencer asked, pointing to the small chess piece on your torso, a pawn with a shadow of the queen piece.

You nod, "Yep,"

"Why the queen shadow?"

"You're a whole lot more vital to this team than you give yourself credit for," You shrug, Spencer blushes.

"This one has to be mine!" Penelope chimes, pointing at the tattoo of her favourite octopus mug. "You seriously got this tattooed onto your skin forever?!"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's on there forever,"

"It's a reminder," You said. Seeing the slightly confused look on her face, you continued, "It's a reminder that you had an impact on my life, that you meant so much to me that I wanted that remind with me, forever."

"You're so sappy," Morgan laughed, you rolled your eyes. "Wait, is this one mine?" You looked, he was pointing to the small MP3 player with a set of headphones and you nod.

"Uh-huh," You said, "You take them everywhere, it couldn't have been anything else," Morgan rolled his eyes slightly.

"Who's is this one?" Emily asked, pointing at the fountain pen.

"Hotch," You answered, "His favourite pen is the fountain pen Haley got him one Christmas,"

"Oh! Oh! This one has to be Emily's!" Garcia exclaimed, pointing to the small black cat. "It's Sergio!" You laughed as you confirmed.

"What about this one?" Reid asks, pointing to the small butterfly. "Is that one for one of us?" You nodded.

"I got that for JJ," You said with a shrug, pink dusting over your cheeks, "She told me she collected butterflies when she was young,"

"When did you get it?" JJ asked softly, staring at it. It was a Palos Verdes Blue Butterfly, a rare and beautiful butterfly.

"Bout a year ago," You said with a shrug, "That conversation made me realise-"

That I had fallen in love with you.

"That I belonged on the team," You said, giving a small crooked smile.

"Wait, is mine a plate of pasta-?" Rossi asked. You grinned at him sheepishly.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #david rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #x cowboy reader #x male reader #male reader #male!reader #reader

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 1 month

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The Judo Flip Scene; The Scene that Divided the Percy Jackson Fandom: What Went Wrong?

Annabeth grabbed his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder. He slammed into the stone pavement. Romans cried out. Some surged forward, but Reyna shouted, “Hold! Stand down!”

Annabeth put her knee on Percy’s chest. She pushed her forearm against his throat. She didn’t care what the Romans thought. A white-hot lump of anger expanded in her chest—a tumor of worry and bitterness that she’d been carrying around since last autumn.

“If you ever leave me again,” she said, her eyes stinging, “I swear to all the gods—”

Percy had the nerve to laugh. Suddenly the lump of heated emotions melted inside Annabeth.

“Consider me warned,” Percy said. “I missed you, too.

-Mark of Athena

This scene is one of the, if not most, controversial scenes in the entirety of Rick Riordan's books. It has caused many fans to go deep into the morality of the scene--into the question of boundaries, whether it is just a good boundaries into Percy and Annabeth's relationships or just abusive behaviour. In this post, I will talk about my opinion on, 'What went wrong?'

First, let us dissect this scene, shall we? We have Annabeth, who has lost her only proof of permanence for six months. The guy she was dreading would die for five years before she thought they had their happy ending was suddenly snatched in a time where she thought life couldn't get any better. During this time;

she saw jason falling in love with piper and was stressed that percy would be doing the same without her

she was stressed percy would never even remember her.

she canonically spent hundreds and thousands of drachmas (and probably time too) on iris messaging every monster and god she could just so that she could find him

she spent a WHOLE lot of energy on this.

she was probably advised by people in camp to find another guy, probably got these comments regularly

she was also troubled by athena's roman form to find athena parthenos statue and ditch finding percy, which must have been hard to handle

she was in charge of helping build a WHOLE WAR SHIP

she was also in charge of rebuilding the home of the gods

And you know what? It makes sense that she would have all of these emotions buried inside her. It makes sense that she would be angry, stressed, and depressed and that she would bury all of this inside. "During their separation, something had happened to Annabeth’s feelings. They’d grown painfully intense—like she’d been forced to withdraw from a life-saving medication. Now she wasn’t sure which was more excruciating—living with that horrible absence, or being with him again" Yep, homegirl was going through some stuff.

Though we don't know what his thoughts were on his point of view, from the fact that he laughs and never brings it up later, we can conclude that Rick wanted us to know that he didn't care, and that these interactions are common between both of them, though one could argue that isn't really reliable.

So; Annabeth having an outburst of emotions is a completely normal reaction, judging the amount of things she has gone through, even though it isn't the right way to express her feelings. But, why is the judo flip scene actually bad? Why did it give even percabeth shippers the ick?

The Way Rick Wrote It: Rick treated the scene as if it was funny, Annabeth was such a girly girlboss who did it to keep Percy in his place. "I only judoflip my boyfriend". And people were mad. Mad that girls are portrayed to be girlbosses by making them violent. Mad that this violence was against a guy who was implied to be abused in his childhood.

My Argument: This scene was written in a time where media with violent comedy was popular among kids (tom and jerry, oggy and the cockroaches, i see you), and that it aged badly. Another important thing: a lot of the fandom also thought of it as percabeth's most romantic moments, and hyped it up so much, which contributes towards the whole ick of the scene.

My Argument: One thing to take into account was that the romans were really on guard when the greeks arrived. they were scared it was going to be an ambush. so when annabeth judoflips percy, their nerves took over. i fully believe the humor of 'i only judoflip my bf' was just their way of diffusing a potentially dangerous situation of misunderstanding.

But in the end I do agree, the way this was written was a major disservice to the feelings that Annabeth was experiencing that time. Rick failed to portray that scene as an exhausted traumatised teenager having an unhealthy outburst of emotions, which is what it really was. Instead, he tried to make it a funny type of scene, and the fandom carried it forward by hyping the scene up as if it was one of percabeth's most romantic moments, and even though the intentions were good, he failed to convey the meaning behind what they said properly.

So now that we've answered the question this post was made for, I'd like to end this post with a positive note. I'd like to point out that in cotg, there is no moment that annabeth physically hurted (hurted is too much of an overstatement) percy if you think about it, which shows that she has improved. If you want proof, I searched any time where Annabeth teased percy physically when he said something 'stupid' and what I found was 'nudged me with her toe' and 'lightly pinched me'. So, even though Rick messed up in writing that one scene more than ten years ago, it's safe to say he has improved.

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turcott3 · 4 months

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mason mctavish x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, irresponsible decision making l o l, smut (oral male receiving, unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it ladies and gents), mentions of pregnancy :) DAD MASON!!!

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you watched as mason sat awkwardly as the restaurant staff sang him happy birthday, earning a short laugh and shake of his head at the end.

“what are you embarrassed?” you tease.

“yes. now drink up that marg dani bought you.”

“yes sir.” you said already pretty buzzed from the few sips you already took of the strong drink. as the dinner continued you only got drunker, and sitting next to your best friend, dani terry, you have waited a while to hear some of the things she wanted to do when she first became a wag.

“you know, i was really tempted to like do some crazy things when i first got together with troy.” she whispers in your ear.

“i need ideas, im not new but im young so im crazy right?”

“oh of course.” she giggles, “i always wanted to get his number tattooed on my ass cheek but i always chickened out.”

“oh my god. i’m so doing that. will you come with me for moral support?”

“oh of course i will.”

“what are you guys talking about?” trevor speaks up butting in.

“nunya.” you scoff at him and he giggles knowing you were only joking.

“tomorrow? 1:30?”

“sounds good to me, send me whatever address and i’ll be there.” she laughs at you. you don’t know what you’re gonna tell mason but you know it won’t be that you’re going to a tattoo shop to get his number tattooed in permanent ink on your ass cheek. you get home about an hour later, it’s only 9:30 and you’re piss drunk.

“come on, let’s get you ready for bed.” he says and you feel all the emotions.

“i’m sorry i ruined your dinner, im so drunk. i’m sorry mason. please don’t be upset.” you blabber.

“i’m not upset at you.” he laughs, helping you remove your clothes and changing into your pajamas.

“i feel like you are though.”

“do i look mad y/n?” he looks up at you with caring eyes.

“no.” you admit and he kisses you on the head.

“see you’re fine, now let’s brush your teeth and get tucked in okay?” he asks offering his help which you accepted. he assisted you in taking out your contacts and brushing your teeth. once he stripped down to only boxers, he brings you over to the bed and tells you to take the tylenol he left on the nightstand before he could tuck you in. you did as you were told and laid down in bed, wrapped up in his arms.

the following morning you wake up feeling okay, given you had taken the tylenol before bed.

“good morning sleepy.” mason laughs lightly and kisses you on top of the head.

“good morning.” you say, rolling off of him and unplugging your phone and checking the time and for texts.

dani: still on for 1:30?

you: yep, getting up now.

you replied to her and stood up walking into the bathroom.

“hey mase?”

“yeah.”

“i’m going to lunch with dani, im leaving in thirty minutes.”

“okay.” he simply replies as you quickly shower and eat a snack. once you’re ready, you put on your watch and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“i’ll text you when im on the way back.”

“okay, have fun babe be safe.” he smiles as you exit the apartment. you and dani both arrive to your destination at the same time. you step out of the car, realization hitting you. this was too good.

“are you nervous?” she asks as she opens the door for you.

“no, i’m excited. his birthday is tomorrow so i’m excited to show him.”

“it’s gonna be gold.” she laughs as you sign in and show the artist what font you want to use.

“are you sure you want this on your ass cheek?” the artist laughs.

“yes, blame her for the idea.” you say pointing at dani as she raises her hands up on defense.

“at least it’s original and somewhat romantic.” the artist says as you lay down on your stomach, ass completely out. she places the stencil on the right side and in the perfect spot. she shows you a picture before giving her the go ahead to begin. the pain was like that of a cat scratch. a few short minutes later the artist wipes away the excess ink and places second skin on it. you stand up to look in the mirror and smile.

“that is amazing.” you laugh turning back to her.

“you don’t have to keep that second skin on after tonight since you said his birthday is tomorrow, it should be fine.” she says, removing her gloves and cleaning the area.

“perfect.” you smile. once she’s done she rings you up to pay and you both walk out of the shop.

“thank you for coming with me, this was a true bonding experience.” you say hugging dani as you walked to our cars.

“of course anytime, ill see you next game?”

“sure will.” you smile getting into your car and texting him to say that you’re on the way back.

“wow i cannot believe i have masons number tattooed on my ass.” you say to yourself as you pull out of the parking lot. once you arrive back at home, you see mason on the couch with his ps5 controller and a bowl of cereal.

“hey baby, how was lunch?” he asks you.

“oh it was great. what have you been up to?” you ask sitting next to him on the couch.

“just been playing my game. and eating cereal.” he laughs.

“sounds like we’re having efficient days today, i’m gonna go put my pajamas back on.” you say getting up and he smacks my ass lightly, which is something he loved to do. once you change back into your pajamas, you join mason on the couch, cuddling to his side as he picks a movie for the two of you to watch.

“you’re gonna be 21 in like 8 hours mase, how do you feel?”

“like i’m getting old because you’re still 20.” he giggles which earns a smack on his arm.

“oh whatever.” you say shoving him as he smiles, returning back to the movie.

“i got you something for your birthday.” you confess after about 20 minutes, barely being able to keep it a secret.

“baby you didn’t have to get me anything.” he says pausing the movie and turning to you.

“well i did. i wanted to.” you say knowing he hates when you spend money on him.

“you know i don’t want you spending money on me.”

“you’ll like it trust me.” you smirk kissing him on the cheek before grabbing his cereal bowl and taking it to the kitchen.

“the only thing i want for my birthday is you, in our bed, after midnight.” he says walking up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the crook of your neck.

“oh trust me, that’s a guarantee.” you say as he trails light kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

“good.” he smiles, squeezing your waist one last time before backing away and exiting the kitchen. as it got later, and the sun hung lower and lower, you spent the majority of your day on the couch watching his favorite movies.

“only two more hours.” you say smushing his face and kissing him on the cheek which earns a light giggle.

“can’t wait.” he smiles pulling you onto his lap where you make myself comfortable.

“it’s honestly nice spending my birthday only with you. i value our alone time more than you’ll ever know.” he says placing small kisses on your jaw.

“me too,” you say grabbing his face with your hand and placing a loving kiss on his lips. over the course of the last few months, he’s become way more comfortable with physical touch and affection as well as improving his use of words of affirmation and making sure you know you’re loved. night and day difference.

“you’ve changed so much since i met you mason.”

“is that good or bad?”

“good, you’ve become the most loving person i’ve ever known. night and day difference from the day we met.” you laugh as he hugs me closer.

“i needed you in my life clearly.” he laughs and his words make your heart flutter.

“just the same way i needed you.” you smile at him and he kisses you, standing up from his lap. the idea of sitting through the time remaining before midnight was practical torture. you snuck past a focused mason and quietly shut the bedroom door, changing into your newest black set you bought and putting your pajamas back on over it. opening the door quietly again, you walk into the living room and join him on the couch.

“fucking hell.” he yells losing the game.

“lose?” you ask.

“for the fiftieth time yes.”

“oh no i’m sorry.” you giggle a little bit as he turns off the console and beckons you over to him.

“cmere.” he says pulling you back onto his lap.

“so what’s my handsome about to be 21 year old have in mind for us tonight?” you ask brushing his curls out of his face with your fingers.

“oh we’re makin loveeeeeee baby.” he says shoving his nose in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over the area which sends chills down your spine.

“it’s 11:30.” you say wrapping my arms around him.

“i’m gonna stare at the clock till it hits 11:59 so i can carry you in our room and lock the door.” he says smirking against your cheek as he kisses it.

“you’re like a teddy bear mase.”

“only for you, everyone else can fuck off.” he says and you laugh together.

“yes everyone else can fuck off.” you laugh hugging him closer to you as you drifted into a comfortable silence, listening to his heart beat rhythmically against his chest soothed your nerves. you must’ve drifted off to sleep because you gained consciousness as you was lifted up off the couch and he adjusted you.

“did i fall asleep?”

“yes but it’s ok, i’m taking you to our bed.”

“no no it’s ok i’m up, i could hear your heartbeat and it put me to sleep.” you blush in embarrassment.

“you’re so adorable.” he says carrying you into your shared bedroom and setting you down on the bed. you look over at the alarm clock and see the time.

11:59.

he shuts the door and clicks the lock. you stare at the clock as it changes.

“happy birthday baby.” you say walking over and kissing him deeply.

“thank you sweet girl.” he says running his hands down your body.

“are you ready for your gift?”

“yes?” he questions as we begin to get undressed.

“okay sit down.” you say once he’s stripped down to his underwear.

“okay?” he does hesitantly. you pull off my shorts as the last piece and do a full turn.

“what am i looking for other than the fact that you’re wearing a new set?” he says and you turn around so he can examine my ass.

“y/n.” he says and you turn back around.

“mason.” you say.

“you did not get my number tattooed on your ass.” he says.

“oh i did.”

“god you’re so hot.” he says standing up and grabbing your face, smashing your lips together. his hands find their way to your ass and yours around the back of his neck.

“do you like it?” you say pulling away and grabbing his hand, brushing it over the tattoo.

“i love it.” he says smacking your ass firmly and picking you up and placing you on the bed. you remove the remainder of your clothing and get straight to business, he stands at the foot of your bed as you stroke his dick, his tip already leaking as he yearns for your touch. your tongue makes contact w his tip, circling it numerous times before taking his whole length into you mouth.

“oh fuck.” he says gathering your hair in his hand. you somehow take him all the way in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, pulling him out with a popping noise to this time focus on his sensitive tip.

“my god baby you’re so perfect for me.” he says as you run your tongue down the length of his dick before taking it all back into your mouth. bobbing my head and working with your hands, you felt his cock twitch under your touch before spilling into your mouth. you swallow every drop and then let him go, opening your mouth to show you swallowed it all.

“that’s my good girl.” he says grabbing your face with one hand and bringing your lips up to his desparately.

“can i take you from behind?” he says pulling away earning a nod from you.

“only if you promise i can ride after.” you say holding out my pinky which he gladly accepts.

“gladly. i wanna see your gorgeous face while you take me.” he smirks kissing you again before getting into your position.

“wow i could get used to this.” he says placing his hand on your ass, running his thumb lightly over the raised skin of the fresh tattoo.

“good because it’s gonna be there forever.” i giggle before he pushes his dick into you unexpectedly.

“oh fuck.” you moan out as he instantly hits your cervix.

“you like that?”

“fuck yes i do.”

“good.” he says before retracting his hips and slamming back into you, pricking your eyes with euphoric tears. he continues this pattern leaving you screaming and moaning like crazy. sex with mason had always been good but it seems like you’ve motivated him.

“that’s my good girl right there.” he says continuing to pound his thick cock into you at a nearly unbearable pace.

“oh my fucking god mason i’m gonna come.” you say, mascara running and starting to drip on the sheets.

“let go baby, come for me.” he says as an orgasm tears through your body like a freshly sharpened knife, pulling a loud moan from your throat. he slows down his pace allowing you to come down from your high and he pulls out, continuing to jerk himself off.

“oh baby your mascara.” he says laughing before letting go and grabbing a tissue, wiping the running makeup off your face gently.

“there’s my beautiful girl.” he says tossing the tissue on the floor and kissing you lovingly. he lays down with his head propped up on two pillows. he helps me as i position myself over him and sink myself onto him earning a grunt.

“you’re so god damn gorgeous.” he says palming your tits as you lean over to attach your lips again. his kiss is like a drug and you’re addicted. you move up and down at a decent pace, placing your hands on his abs, nails slightly digging into his skin.

“oh yeah right there.” you say circling your hips around on him while locking eyes with him as he sits up and connects your lips once again as you continued.

“that feels so fucking good.” he says as you continue before bringing yourself up and down again.

“god you’re gonna make me come again. you fuck me so good mase.” you say leaning over and kissing him, feeling your abdomen tighten at the thought of of another climax.

“oh fuck fuck fuck. me too. oh fuck.” he says moments before spilling his warm seed into you as your walls clenched around him. you slowed down, not once losing touch. he stayed in you while you kissed again and cuddled to his chest, staying for a good while.

“okay baby let’s get showered.” he says pulling out of you and carrying you into the bathroom.

*few weeks later*

“mason.” you a ay with a trembling hand.

“what, what is it?” he says flinging the door open.

“it’s positive.” you say with confusing tears brimming your eyes.

“oh my god.” he says with an unreadable expression that soon grew into a smile which spread onto you. you were so scared of how he would react.

“y/n we’re gonna be parents?”

“yes we are mason.”

“i wouldn’t want anyone else to be the mother of my kids, i love you so much.”

“i was so scared of what you’d say. i love you mase.” you reply before he kisses you hastily.

“i’m so scared mason.” you say as he wraps his arms around you.

“me too, but we’re in this together, we’re gonna be okay baby. our baby is gonna have the best uncles to grow up with and the best mommy to raise her.”

“awe mase….. wait why’d you say her?”

“i just feel like it’s gonna be a girl.” he shrugs and giggles.

“well i hope it is too.” you smile and he takes the test from your hand, placing it on the counter and bringing you into the bedroom.

june 2027

you arrived at the beach close to your home and set up all of your gear. mason leans down to place little juniper on the towel so you can put sunscreen on her little pale face. her bright blue eyes pierced your heart as she smiled bright at you.

“beach.” she says looking around at all the people.

“yeah beach.” you say as you open up the sunscreen and work some into her face.

“where’s daddy?” she asks in her sweet voice.

“i’m right here juni.” he says and she whips her head around and smiles.

“hi daddy.”

“hi baby.” he says kissing her on the head before placing her little purple ducks sun hat on.

“shit, mason im gonna go rinse my cup. it has sand all over it. watch juni.” you say standing up and grabbing your cup. you turn to walk away before you hear her speak up.

“mommy what’s that on your butt?” she asks and you freeze. you turn around slowly and make eye contact with mason and all he does is laugh and shake his head.

“it’s mommy’s tattoo.” you a ay squatting down to her level.

“why is it on your butt?” she asks and you look at him again and his face is burning red from laughter and you pause not knowing what to say.

“i’ll tell you in about 15 years how about that?” you say patting her on the head before you walk off to the ocean earning a solid chuckle from mason. you return back to your spot after a few minutes of relaxing on the shore to see mason fast asleep with juniper sleeping on his chest. you could’ve cried at the sweet sight. this is your family and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

#mason mctavish #mason mctavish x reader #mason mctavish smut #mason mctavish x y/n #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #anaheim ducks #turcs’ talk

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

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Prologue: I Remember It

The sun was just setting as a red and black Kawasaki GPZ900R motorcycle pulled into the Hard Deck. The driver quickly dismounted and took off her helmet, shaking out her dark brown hair. She slipped a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators over her sage green eyes to block out the fading rays of light.

She draped her red leather jacket and helmet over the seat of her bike. No one around here would be stupid enough to mess with her things. After adjusting her clothes, she made her way across the sandy parking lot into the establishment.

Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote were gathered in a corner booth as they watched Hangman and Rooster duke it out in a game of pool.

It was a relatively quiet night at the Hard Deck.

Phoenix was busy telling the squad about her recent trip back home to see her new niece. She was just about to show the group some photos when the bell above the door chimed. Her eyes moved to see who the new patron was, and when she saw them, her jaw dropped.

"No way." She breathed out. "No fucking way." The group of men she was sitting with looked at her confused. Her eyes darted over to Rooster to see if he'd noticed who'd walked in. He was too focused on the game to pay attention.

Phoenix watched the woman head over to the bar and greet Penny and Maverick before getting a beer and turning to scan the crowd.

"Phoenix, do you know her?" Bob asks. "You guys don't?" She asks the group. "Should we?" Payback questions her. "Who is that?" Fanboy asks.

"Fellas, that right there is Y/N Benjamin-Mitchell, better known by her callsign, Hustler." Phoenix tells them.

"Benjamin- Mitchell? Like—" Coyote asks as he gestures to Maverick and Penny at the bar. "Yep." Phoenix replies, popping the "P."

"She's their oldest daughter. And she can fly circles around any pilot in the Navy, including Maverick." She tells them.

A voice yells out, "Bradshaw!" Everyone's head snaps up to see its the mysterious woman. She runs over to greet Rooster with a hug who looks dumbfounded to see her.

"She also the only woman Rooster has ever loved." Phoenix tells them. As all eyes turn to watch the seen before them

...........

"Hus? What are you doing here?" Rooster asks you as he pulls back from your hug.

"Dad pulled a few strings and got me a permanent duty station here. He wants the family to be close again." You tell him. "Plus, I couldn't pass up on the chance to be close to my favorite guy again, now could I?" You bat your eyes and give him a big smile.

"Don't give me that look Y/N." Rooster warns you. "What look?" You ask coyly. Rooster knows exactly what you're doing. It's a routine he's fallen for many times, but he's determined not to let it happen again.

He grabs his beer and takes a long sip before speaking.

"It always ends the same with us, Y/N. Let's not start this time." Rooster tells you before returning to his game.

Dumbfounded, you turn on your heels and head back to the bar. You can already tell you're going to need your mom to make you something strong.

You sigh as you sit down next to your father before a tequila-soda is placed in front of you. "Maybe it was a mistake coming here." You tell your father. "Y/N, give it time, Bradley wasn't exactly jumping for joy when he saw me either." Maverick tells you.

"I just can't believe after all these years, he's still holding a grudge over something I didn't do." You say. "And the fact that you've breezed in and out of his life so many times doesn't make the situation any better." Your mother tells you. You look up and meet her knowing eyes. "Believe me. As someone who's been in his shoes, getting their heart broken by a Mitchell, it's not something that you just get over. Especially when you have a knack for re-opening the wound right after they thought it had healed." She tells you as she wipes the counter.

You sink down in your chair. You know what she's saying is true. Your parents had been on and off for the first few years of your life before your mom eventually gave Maverick an ultimatum, stay, or leave for good. He chose to stay, and it worked out for them.

But they were different than you and Rooster. You didn't choose to leave him the first time. No, the first time he pushed you away, calling you a liar and a manipulator. Saying that you were no better than your father. He called you a hustler, screaming that you used him to further your career.

You tried to make him understand that it wasn't true. You can still feel the got tears that streamed down your cheeks when you begged him to believe you, but it was too late.

So, you decided to lean into his words. If he was going to call you a hustler, then that's who you'd become. And for the past eight years, that's who you've been. Hustling your way to the top, becoming the best of the best, breaking records, and breaking hearts along the way.

It was thrilling at first, but then you were stationed with Bradley for a few months in Virginia. The two of you found yourself enthralled with each other once again, ending up in a tangle of sheets and mixed emotions before you were reassigned. You'd left without telling him. A year or so later, the two of you spent a few weeks in Lemoore, only for it to end with you leaving him again.

Then last year, you were in South Korea. You spent six months with him, and then one night, as the two of you laid together, he confessed that he loved you. That you were the only woman he'd ever truly loved. Instead of saying it back, you quietly slipped out of his room that night as he slept and avoided him on base. Two days later, he was called back to Top Gun for that faithful uranium plant mission.

You never got the chance to tell him that you felt the same. You were too scared to admit.

And now, you were back, and he was here, and you wanted to make everything right. You just didn't know how.

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Over at the pool tables, Phoenix and the rest of the Daggers had joined Rooster and Hangman. Jake and Javy were currently playing a doubles game against Mickey and Reuben. She, Bob, and Rooster were standing against the wall.

"So—Hustler is back." Nat spoke. "She is." Bradley breathed out. "How's that make you feel?" She asked him.

"Angry—frustrated —nervous—like—" Rooster trailed off.

"Like you never stopped loving her?" Phoenix finished for him. Bradley shook his head before downing the rest of his beer. He throws the bottle away and excuses himself to the bathroom. Phoenix doesn't miss Rooster's lingering gaze towards the bar as he walks away

"Bob," Phoenix begins as she turns to her back seater. "I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending."

Okay, I was kicking this around in my brain. I'd appreciate some feedback on this prologue to know if this is a project worth pursuing!

Tagging some who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @gretagerwigsmuse @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @shanimallina87 @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @bradshawsbaby @cassiemitchell

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spacedykez · 2 years

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So You Want To Watch Lifesteal

It’s happened. You’ve been seeing your mutual/followed blog reblog posts about this SMP called “Lifesteal” that apparently has some sort of gay clown? You’re intruiged. Well, couldn’t hurt to check it out, right? Maybe the gays got to you. Maybe you’ve seen the crystal demon. Maybe you’ve just seen some sick art. Whatever it was, you’ve seen something that prompted you to go “huh. maybe i should check this thing out!”

Now you’re wondering- so how do I watch this thing? Where do I start? What’s it about? Never fear! You’re in exactly the right place! Here’s the post that will walk you through how to get started watching this Lifesteal SMP thing (and maybe joining in Tumblr’s collective brainrot).

What Is Lifesteal? Let’s start with the basics. Lifesteal is a Minecraft SMP- okay. Maybe not that basic. I’m sure you know the drill. So what’s the “thing” with Lifesteal, then? What’s it all about?

Lifesteal’s premise is that when you die, you lose a heart off of your permanant health bar. This one!

Now here’s the twist that makes it fun: when you kill another player, you get their heart. So if you’re both on ten hearts, and you kill someone else, their healthbar will drop to nine and yours will increase to eleven!

This is why you see so much heart imagery in fanart, and why if you see screenshots/watch videos, their health bars are rarely at ten hearts. Pretty simple, right?

Yep, mostly. Some other things you should know about the life system are that players can choose to “withdraw” their hearts, which means they remove hearts from their health by choice. They appear as nether stars in a player’s inventory. This feature is typically used for trading hearts (although usually a little more... violent) and giving hearts to allies- hearts can be stored and thrown like normal items, and a player can use the item to add a heart to their health bar (the item will vanish from their inventory).

And of course once you reach zero hearts, you’re banned from the SMP. That’s it, it’s over. Unless someone chooses to revive you. That’s pretty rare though, so mostly 0 hearts = death!

But in the cases where players are revived, it’s with the use of a special item that looks like a beacon, crafted with 4 nether stars, 4 hearts, and an elytra. Hearts in this case can function like nether stars- you can use 8 hearts and an elytra to craft the beacon. It’s very expensive, which is why it’s not used often.

Okay, great! So where do I start watching? So first, you’ll want to know that Lifesteal has four seasons so far- no! wait! don’t let that scare you off! please come back! Phew, okay. You’re still here? Alright! I was just about to tell you that you don’t have to watch them in order, don’t worry! You can start on Season One, but you really don’t need to. Most people start on Season 3 for The Gays™️ or Season Two for Clownpierce.

The most common recommendation you’ll see for new viewers is to watch Clownpierce and Branzy (yes, they’re the gays your dash won’t shut up about). Branzy doesn’t appear until Season 3, though, and he only has 6 Lifesteal episodes (find them here). Clown’s been here a bit longer, and you can find his videos here. Oh, and here’s the s3 branzypierce playlist.

What’s Branzypierce? Branzypierce, also known as Clownzy, is the ship name of BranzyCraft and Clownpierce. They’re the most popular ship here in the fandom, because it’s basically canon. I wish i was joking. Just. Click this.

But if you’re not interested in just Clown and Branzy, or you’ve already watched them and looking to find more people to watch, then keep on reading! There’s plenty more below. Before we get into it, if you want a list of s3 events and how to watch them, look no further than this post. And keep in mind, most Lifesteal videos are self-contained enough that you can watch them without prior knowledge! You almost don’t even have to watch anyone’s series in order from what I’ve found.

Starting us off, just. Ashswagg. Communism and God. I really can’t explain him to you just please go watch it. It’s only three videos I promise.

Okay, okay, now go HERE to find more channel recommendations. I would link them below, but it’d just be copying the post. my personal advice: rekrap for escapes, clown for pvp, parrot for strategy, yeahjaron for minecraft farms, reddoons for capitalism, ashwag for communism/god, and branzy for the gays! have fun!

Side note: I would not reccommend you start with this, but if you want to here is all of S3 in order!

And oh, hey! Exclusive, just for you! Here’s a quick post with other fun duos besides Branzypierce!

What about Season 4? You may have noticed that all the links led to S3 playlists. Good job! That’s because S4 has just started and there’s not much content. Before you get into S4, you should know there’s a new system implemented that limits the armor and tools players can get- info here.

Now how to watch it? The s4 playlist, or go here! It’s got everything you need. There’s not much so far, though, so I wouldn’t try to watch it if you’re just looking to get into Lifesteal in general! Watch s3 to get content!

Do any of them stream? Yes! Not all of them do, but there are a good few Lifesteal streamers. First up, ItzSubz has Something going on over there, so go check that out. And Don Turnt streams Lifesteal fairly often. Not sure if any of the others stream regularly, but here’s the list of all their channels!

Alright, so where do I go for Tumblr content? Woo, you’ve been dragged in! You’ve checked out a couple videos! Now please, step right up to a list that is rapidly growing as Lifesteal skyrockets in popularity here on Tumblr!

Looking for incredible art? Our two main dedicated and amazing artists are @kishdoodles and @ghostpajamas, who are probably responsible for dragging most of us here (/lh! thanks guys! you’re awesome!)

If you have questions or want to know more about Lifesteal, I’d reccommend Ghost and @branzypierce, who I will never stop promoting as our resident experts. I’ve heard @rendogdomesticated also knows quite a bit, especially when it comes to Subz!

(a/n: please add onto this list! the four users i’ve linked are the blogs i know of who i see posting Lifesteal content and who know more in-depth information about Lifesteal. I will add more blogs to this list, and I’m very sorry if I missed anyone!)

That’s it, folks! I’m sure more information will be added to this post as is needed! Anything I should add? Let me know!

#lifesteal smp #lifesteal #resources #the otter splashes #please oh my god this took so long #pacific's hit posts #the otter advertises

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tinyteaberry · 1 year

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Yandere! Genshin headcanons

Just for some of my favorites, I'm a little excited to post so this is to keep me sane until I'm finished with bigger pieces.

Hope u enjoy, and feel free to request any specific character for next time as well! <3

characters: Al-Haitham, Kamisato Ayato, Raiden Ei, Ganyu

conent/warnings: Yandere, possesive characters, unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulative behavior

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Al-Haitham

-He pretends that he doesn’t know that the way he feels so strongly for you is wrong.

-He almost gaslights himself into believing it's true, too, he’s just so nonchalant about it, it just feels right to trust his own judgment.

-It’s normal for boyfriends to be protective, right?

-So, it’s okay for him to want to harm anybody who so much as looks your way, or bumps into you, or speaks to you, or sits next to you, or-

-Yep! He doesn’t like it when you disagree with him.

-After all, it would be foolish to challenge such a high intellect as his. Obviously he knows what he’s talking about, clearly he’s right, so don’t bother trying to argue and admit he’s right.. He isn’t too keen on letting go of his pride, even when it comes to matters with his darling.

“What? They were practically undressing you with their eyes, so naturally I had to tell them to back off. Really, you can be so dramatic sometimes. I didn’t say anything out of line. Come on, you know it’s best to just avoid other men, anyways.”

Kamisato Ayato

-He knows that what he’s doing and feeling isn’t right or normal. But, he’s head of the Kamisato Clan, who would dare speak up to tell him otherwise?

-Not that he’d value anybody else’s opinion, anyways.

-Although you did- for some reason, it seems as soon as you entered your relationship with Ayato, people began to act very different towards you.

-Even Thoma, usually so friendly, became anxious in your presence.

-Little did you know, Kamisato Ayato deemed having a little word about how they behaved around you necessary.

-Of course, you were to remain none the wiser of this. So from your perspective, it just seems things change when you become a part of the Kamisato family.

-But if there's one thing in your new life that will remain the same, it’s Ayato himself.

-He weaves sweet words and promises into his threats to you, so that you have no choice but to obey him, and you’d feel bad for ever doubting him. -After all, if you didn’t, he’d feel oh-so betrayed and disappointed in you, dear.

“Oh love, you have no reason to speak with him again. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about such matters, alright? Or I might not let you into the city again. I just adore you so much, I can’t stand to see you wasting your time on such petty things. So just stay beside me at all times, okay?”

Raiden Ei

-Oh, yes, the shut-in God of Electro herself.

-Since she spends so much time away from people even nowadays, she just doesn’t see the problem with you doing the same.

-She survived without interaction from the outside world for so many years, and besides, for you it would be different.

-You had her to be with! So where was the issue?

-If she was fine on her own for so long, then you could spend eternity with her, and that was that.

-She would take the utmost care to make sure you were comfortable in your new, permanent, home.

-All your favorite flora and fauna in a dedicated garden she made just for you, all of the foods you enjoy stocked up, everything decorated in your favorite colors and patterns…

-It was paradise, truly. All for you. Don’t you love it? Of course you do.

“Nonsense. You don’t need to go out there anymore! We have everything you could ever need right here, so you won’t ever have to leave me. And anyways, I could always have someone from the Tenryou commission deliver anything if necessary. We can remain together now for all of eternity, now! Oh, I’m just so happy. Aren’t you excited for our new life together?”

Ganyu

-I feel she’s the manipulate type, but without realizing it

-She just wants to make sure you’re safe, is that really such a bad thing?

-You’re the only one who she can truly be herself with, and wants to repay you for everything you’ve done for her in any way she can (That being chasing away anyone else you interact with, that is)

-She just adores you ever so much, she has no choice but to take you away to be kept all to herself! It’s for the best.

-She’ll take the best care of you! She helps you pick out your outfits, she’ll bathe with you, cook for you!

-Whether or not you appreciate her affections is up to you, but it’s recommended to at least pretend to enjoy them.

-Otherwise you’ll hurt her feelings, and who would want to upset sweet Ganyu?

“O-oh! Um, I didn’t realize you wouldn’t.. I-I thought you might appreciate it, but it appears I, ah, miscalculated. Hm? Oh, you did enjoy the sweets I baked you? G-good! No, I didn’t put anything different in them, what do you mean they taste a bit strange?”

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 11 months

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The Importance of Friendship

After the Starcourt incident, Steve gave it a little bit of time before inviting Robin over for pizza, a movie, and cupcakes. Robin had been surprised to learn that Steve had made all the food himself.

"One new thing that I learned about my new friend, noted," Robin said and then was surprised when he held a lit cupcake up to her. "What's this then?"

"To celebrate our new friendship," Steve said with a grin.

"Dingus," she said affectionately before blowing out the candle with him.

"I want you to know how much this friendship means to me," Steve said softly. "And not just because you're the first friend that I know for sure won't lead to me having sex with them. You're the first real friend that I've had in forever, and it means a lot to me."

"Your friendship means a lot to me too," Robin said and hugged him. "Okay, enough with this mushy shit, let's watch the movie."

They had just started the movie when Robin paused it, turning to Steve with a look of realization.

"Is something wrong?" Steve asked.

"Did you just imply that you had sex with Tommy H and Carol?" Robin asked, and Steve sighed before pulling her up. "Where are we going?"

"Can't have this conversation here, Robin," Steve replied as he pulled her into the bathroom.

"I think I know where this is going," Robin said, smiling softly. "So, you like. . ."

"Both. I like both," Steve said.

"Have you always known you like both?" Robin asked.

"Yep."

"Wait. So, were you, Tommy H, and Carol all. . ."

"Together? Yep. Until I got overwhelmed and had to back off. We remained friends for a while after that, but then I started dating Nancy, and well, you know. . .," Steve said.

"Were you in love with them?" Robin asked.

"No, no. I'm pretty sure in their own way they loved me, but it was a bad, needy relationship. They always had to know where I was going or who I was with, and I never liked the way they talked shit about people," Steve said. "It was hard for me to walk away when I know. . .

"When you know the relationship is bad," Robin said.

"Yeah," Steve said softly.

"How come you didn't tell me all of this at the mall?" She asked.

"Well, Dustin came in, and also, I didn't want to step on your moment," he replied.

"Dingus," Robin replied tearfully. "I hope one day that I meet someone who will understand just how important you are to me. You're a permanent part of my life now, Steve. You're not going anywhere, even when one day you decide that you're sick of me."

"You're a permanent part of my life, too. There's no way I'm ever going to get sick of you. It's you, who's going to get sick of me," Steve replied.

"You're going to get sick of me!"

"No, you're going to get sick of me!"

"No, you are!"

"You're right. I'm already sick of you, Robin."

"Hey! I thought we were doing something here!" Robin exclaimed as she kicked him, and they both started laughing.

"Hey, if you don't stop kicking me, I won't tell you about the guy I've had a crush on since freshman year," Steve said.

"I'll be good."

ONE YEAR LATER. . .

Steve was sitting poolside while everyone celebrated around him. He was content on watching everyone enjoying his pool, smiling at the sight of his best friend sitting by Vickie. She still hasn't made her move yet, but it was alright, Steve hadn't made his move yet either. Speaking of. . . Eddie plopped down in the chair beside him.

"Tired already?" Eddie asked. "I really wore you out, didn't I, big boy?"

"Yeah. You made it really difficult to keep your legs wrapped around my head. Did you have to squeeze so tight?" Steve asked.

"I had to win, Steve, I wasn't going to let Buckley take me out," Eddie said. "Especially not in a game of chicken."

"I think you owe me a new neck," Steve said.

"Aw, do you want Daddy to kiss it all better?" Eddie pouted, his voice deep and husky.

"Fuck off," Steve laughed, his cheeks red. "I told you to stop calling yourself that."

"Oop, I guess I've been a very bad boy," Eddie winked at him.

"That's it!"

Steve picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. Eddie shrieked as he was tossed into the pool. Steve grinned and dove into the pool after him. Steve chased him around the pool as well as chasing the kids. At one point, Steve had teamed up with Eddie to target the kids, and then they played a game of Marco Polo. Once they were all properly pruned up, they climbed out of the pool and laid around it, drying off. However, once they were all dry, the kids still had quite a bit of energy. Steve groaned when Dustin suggested they play a game of tag.

Now, here Steve was, running around in his own damn house. He slid into the bathroom and closed the door, leaning against the bathtub. Suddenly, the shower curtain opened behind him, and a hand slapped over his mouth. Steve let out a muffled yell.

"You ever been split in half on the floor of a bathroom?" a deep voice whispered in his ear before dragging his tongue across his cheek.

Steve struggled out of their grasp and turned around to find Eddie cackling in the bathtub.

"You fucker! I hate you," Steve glared.

"Sure you do, sweetheart," Eddie said.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Eddie quickly pulled Steve into the tub, shutting the curtain quickly. Steve was in Eddie's arms, his ringed fingers covering Steve’s mouth. He was doing everything in his power, not to nibble on his fingers. He turned his head towards Eddie's. They were so close. Eddie took his hand off of his mouth and started leaning in. Steve’s nose started to tickle. Oh no. He couldn't move his arms as Eddie had them trapped by his sides so he couldn't stop it from happening. Steve sneezed. Right. Into. Eddie's. Face. He froze. The curtain opened, and there stood Robin.

"Were you two about to . . ."

"I sneezed! I fucking sneezed!" Steve exclaimed.

"Into his face?" Robin asked with wide eyes as Eddie wiped his face.

Eddie started laughing and wiped his face into Steve’s hair. Robin rolled her eyes at them before plopping down on the floor next to the tub.

"Did you leave Vickie out there to get tagged?" Steve asked.

His question was answered a moment later when Vickie rolled into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind her. She turned around, grinning.

"Oh, cool, a sub party!" Vickie whispered. "Sorry, Mike almost saw me."

She sat down in front of Robin and placed her feet in her lap.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Steve," Robin said.

"Where's the fun in that, Robin?" Steve asked.

Robin and Steve’s eyes met, their lips upturned into a grin.

"Happy bathroom anniversary!" Robin and Steve exclaimed.

"You guys going to explain that or what?" Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes.

"A year ago, awful shit happened, people died, and we found ourselves on the floor of the bathroom during the fire at Starcourt," Steve said, unsure of how much Vickie knew. "Confessions were had. I told Robin I had a crush on her."

"I don't blame you for that one. She's very pretty," Vickie said, smiling at Robin and Robin snorted, blushing.

"Uh, yeah, and I told Steve I like girls," Robin said. "And he mocked me for my crush at the time, but not for me being a lesbian."

"A few days later, I invited her over where we had another bathroom conversation. I told her I'm bisexual," Steve said. "We've been best friends ever since."

"You left out something in your own coming out story," Robin said, raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously?"

"It's a good time as any," Robin said. "I'll tell them about my previous crush and my current crush if you do the same. No, pressure, though."

"Fine, I also told her about a crush I had," Steve rolled his eyes as he leaned back against Eddie. "So, there's this guy that I've had a crush on since freshman year. It kind of came back recently. He was a sophomore at the time, and he wasn't ashamed to be himself. I thought he was the coolest guy ever."

"And this guy is. . .?" Eddie asked, growling.

"Really cute. Especially the way he hides behind his hair sometimes and the way he takes lost sheep under his wings. Very cute behavior," Steve said.

"You're talking about me?" Eddie asked. "I mean, I'm right, aren't I?"

Steve nodded. Eddie pulled him into a fierce kiss. Steve deepened the kiss, hoping he didn't sneeze again, and cupped the back of his neck. They were too busy to notice that Robin had shut the curtain on them. Steve broke the kiss, nuzzling Eddie's cheek.

"You wanna go steady, Eddie?" Steve giggled.

"As long as you promise to pin me later, big boy," Eddie said. "And I'm definitely stealing your letterman."

"Oh my God! You guys are disgustingly cute!" Robin yelled as she pushed the curtain back. "You guys done eating each other's faces?"

Steve raised his eyebrows at the sight of Vickie and Robin's own bruised lips.

"Looks like we weren't the only ones eating out," Eddie cackled, and Robin threw a bar of soap at his head.

"Don't use me as a shield!" Steve shrieked.

Eddie pulled him tightly against, his hands resting firmly against Steve’s tummy. He kissed Steve’s cheek and began scratching his stomach.

"You know what I just realized?" Eddie asked.

"What?" Vickie asked.

"We all share the same anniversary now!" Eddie exclaimed. "Cheers!"

"That is so cool!" Vickie exclaimed.

"I bet me and Vickie will last longer than you, Munson," Robin told him.

"You're on, Buckley!" Eddie said, snapping his fingers at her. "Hey, how much money do you want to put on this?"

"No, Robin, you're not putting money on our relationship," Vickie said, laughing at her pouting face.

Eddie turned to look at Steve, hopefully.

"Yeah, that's a no from me," Steve replied.

"Hey, does that mean we're now going to somehow find ourselves in a bathroom every year?" Vickie asked.

"God, I hope not," Eddie said. "This is where people shit."

It was silent for a moment before everyone started laughing. They jumped when the bathroom doorknob started rattling, and there was cursing outside the door. Suddenly, the door unlocked itself and swung open. Dustin stood there with a grin and a Bobby pin.

"There you guys are!" Dustin exclaimed.

"This is familiar," Robin said.

"What are you guys doing in here?" Dustin asked.

"Hiding from Mike," Steve replied.

"Oh, we stopped playing a while ago, we want to watch a movie now," Dustin said.

They followed Dustin into the living room, where everyone was waiting for them. The four of them settled on the floor while the others took up the couch. Steve smiled at Robin while she smiled over at the top of Vickie's head. He couldn't believe how lucky they were to have found people who both knew exactly how important they were to each other, and they weren't bothered by it all. It just goes to show that friendship and romance were just as important, especially if you found the right person who was so willing to also let them into their lives. Honestly, it makes Steve love Eddie even more now.

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