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jujutsubaby · 2 months

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🍒 only fans boyfriend!toji headcanons 🍒

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader ☆ summary: blurb in which toji is your bf who helps you take your photos and videos for your onlyfans ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! dirty talking, nudes, sex work, penetrative sex, idk what else lol ☆ a/n: i'm having some serious toji brain rot send help

bf!toji who first thinks of the idea of you doing an only fans after taking his millionth video of him pounding into you. he won’t lie, initially it was because he was tight on some cash and didn’t wanna borrow from you again, but he was convinced you could be some insane OF celebrity. “i’m not sure about it, toji. i don’t want randos to see my face…” you surmise. “c’mon, we’ll cover your face, doll, if that’s what you’re worried about. i swear, we could be raking in thousands from this.” the prospect of coming across a large amount of money like that was enticing…

bf!toji who suggests that you start out simple. “maybe just a shot of you wearing somethin’ cute for the camera, i dunno.” after work one day, you both go to a lingerie store and pick out a sheer pink babydoll slip on, with silky bows on the shoulders. at home, you fish out an old mid 2000s digital camera from the garage and present it to toji. “you’re gonna be my sexy photographer, right?” you tease, as you change into the babydoll slip dress.

bf!toji who totally sucks at taking photos at first, but is a quick learner as he learns all your best angles and poses. turns out when money is on the line, he’s a hard worker after all. pictures of you sluttily sticking out your tongue, and the dress straps falling off your shoulders send toji into a frenzy, and you both take a quick sex break before going back to taking the photos.

bf!toji doesn’t know how to edit photos for shit so you use the minimal photoshop you know to spruce up your makeshift boudoir shoot. not to toot your own horn, but you kinda ate those pics up, and toji can’t get enough of it. at work, he’s partially distracted, fighting off enemies with half a brain as the other half is trying not to get turned on (one time, he did get turned on while fighting and it was awkward to say the least. the guy’s dead now so toji doesn’t really care).

bf!toji who creates the OF account for you because you’re feeling too shy to do so. the interface is confusing for both of you at first, but you guys get the hang of it pretty easily. you post the boudoir photoshoot and immediately close the laptop because you’re terrified of it flopping. “the damage of no one subscribing to me, toji, i would die,” you say earnestly, feeling nauseous. “if no one subscribes to you, i’ll fuck the memory out of you, don’t worry,” he says nonchalantly as he picks a random show on netflix to watch. he’s not bothered by this even one bit and you think it’s because he doesn’t care but really, it’s because he’s that confident.

bf!toji who wakes up before you the next morning for work and quickly checks to see if your photos gained any traction. “holy shit, doll, wake up!” he practically pushes you off the bed as he shakes you and you groggily wake up, irked at the intrusion of your slumber. “toji, i swear to god i’ll kill y-” “you just got 300 subscribers overnight, shut up.” he says, cutting you off and meeting your lips with a tender kiss. you quickly pull back, eyes widening at the news.

bf!toji who reassures you that you’re only gonna blow up more, and that’s why you need to post more photos and videos. it starts off small: simple photoshoots and more slutty lingerie. you arch your back as toji gets an ass shot with your camera. he slaps it hard, leaving a red handprint mark and snaps a couple more photos.

bf!toji who encourages you to start doing videos after reaching over 1k subscribers. you do a little strip tease/dance while toji films, but the first time you do it, toji folds almost immediately and has you pinned under him. you try again the next day, and graduate to longer more explicit videos – fingering yourself, using toys, and live streaming. toji buys you a couple cute masquerade masks to use, too.

bf!toji who loves it when you get donations during streams. he ends up creating an amazon wishlist for you of things you guys could really use around the house. he can’t remember the last time he bought you lingerie anymore because your donations would usually cover that cost. that being said, he always chooses lingerie for you. he knows exactly what other horny guys are looking for on girls. “doll, i know crotchless panties are awful but i know the male gaze – they don’t give a fuck. look, okay, i’ll buy you that one piece too, don’t give me that look.” he says to you as you throw in a bunch of lingerie of your liking in the cart.

bf!toji who finally decides to join you in front of the camera, giving your fans what they wanted. the way he sees it, he fucks you senseless for free every night anyway, might as well get paid for it. toji makes a show to tear your nice lingerie off you and leaves visible marks in your skin from his touch as he pounds into you or bites your neck.

bf!toji who joins you on your livestreams, and they usually end with you bent over a desk, skirt hiked up, and his arousal deep inside you. “you guys think she deserves to cum?” he asks the chat, feeling you clench against him. he knows you're close, and it turns you on knowing it’s out of your control on whether or not you get to feel a release. your fans love your pornographic and lewd moans, but with toji fucking you, you don’t even have to act for them to come out of your mouth naturally. speaking of your mouth, toji especially loves when you have a masquerade mask on while he makes your little throat gag. you love it when he tests your gag reflex on camera in front of an audience, and everyone can tell when they see you soaked through your panties.

bf!toji who surprises you by taking you on a lavish vacation to bora bora when you reach over 10k subscribers. “we built this shit together,” he says, talking about your OF fame and money. you can’t remember the last time you guys worried about paying rent, and he wanted to do something special for his slutty little doll. he got one of those seaside huts surrounded by a private deck. your breath is taken away by the surprise, and toji wastes no time getting all your clothes off and getting you into the water. the makeout session turns into him fingering you underwater as he pushes your bikini to the side. after coming all over his fingers, you give him a handjob under the water, and toji has to quickly climb out of the pool so he doesn’t cum inside it and has to request a clean up on the very first day.

bf!toji who fucks you more times than you can count in the water, on the bed, in the infinity pool, that one time super discretely under the blanket in the beach. you bring up the idea of filming a little here and there on vacation. “what? the grind never stops,” you say jokingly as you set up the camera on the tripod in front of the bed. he surprises you by using some silk ribbons to tie your hands back while he licks and kisses every inch of your body, focusing especially on your sensitive nipples erect for the camera. he blindfolds you, hands still tied back while he eats you out. the electrifying sensations are amplified in the darkness of the blindfold, and you make an absolute mess on the sheets and his mouth.

bf!toji who uses the last night of your trip there to convince you to film one more video, this time on the private infinity pool outside your hut. you come out with a black strappy bikini with a sheer babydoll cover up. “don’t take off your clothes just yet, doll. just come in the water.” he commands, and you slowly get into the water. his silhouette looks ethereal in the golden hour of the sunset as you approach him. he cradles your jaw and kisses you deeply and passionately.

bf!toji pulls away from you and guides you to the edge of the pool that stares out to the pink sunset and the turquoise ocean. “what? gonna fuck me while looking at the sunset like a stupid romantic?” you jeer, poking his chest. he chuckles nervously. “eventually…”

bf!toji who pulls a small black box from behind him and opens it to reveal a big shiny diamond ring. tears start freely falling down your cheeks and you don’t even hear what toji is saying (you feel a little bad – he must’ve prepped this speech for a while but you were far too emotional to process anything). all you do is nod your head vigorously as he gently puts the ring on finger. a perfect fit. and it glistens just perfectly in the dimming sun.

fiance!toji who then fucks you into the sunset like a stupid romantic.

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luveline · 2 years

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Steve harrington blurb, really shy quiet reader who sits behind the counter with Steve and Robin at family video, him always having his arm on her shoulder and whatnot!!

i love this idea so much, thank you for your request <3

You listen to their banter from your seat at the front desk. Steve's hand light on your shoulder.

"I'm not gonna call you names or anything, but I'm thinking of a word. Starts with d, ends with -ingus." A classic, though derivative as time goes on.

"What word could that possibly be?" Steve asks. You're surprised at his tone. Missing any hint of sarcasm, Steve has decided to play along. "You know," he furthers lightly, "I was thinking something similar of you."

"Oh, really?" Robin asks.

"Yeah. Starts with a c, ends with-"

You're distracted from their riveting conversation by a tall, thin lady knocking her knuckles on the counter expectantly. Your eyes move slowly from her fingers to the small golden bell an inch away, then back to her face. She looks displeased. Likely because there's three of you at the counter – an abundance of employees – and not one had noticed her come in.

"Can I get some assistance?" she asks.

You open your mouth. Before the words can come out his voice breaks up the silence, confident and clumsy simultaneously. "Hey, welcome to Family Video, what can I help you with?" Steve asks.

The lady blinks but doesn't kick up a fuss, renting three videos. Steve logs them each deftly and accepts her payment and doesn't stop touching you until he has to. She's not half turned away before Steve is sliding his arm across your shoulders wordlessly, hand dangling lazily over your chest. It's ridiculous how much you'd missed his touch in those brief seconds.

His arm is warm, his bare forearm like a heating pad across your shoulder.

"She did see the bell, right?" Robin asks.

Steve bursts into laughter, his arm squeezing your neck just slightly as he braces himself. You laugh under your breath in agreement, legs swinging under your stool, reaching up carefully to take the very tips of Steve's fingers between yours, knowing he won't care but worrying anyways. His hand is smooth.

"Who rents Rocky and Rocky III but not Rocky II?" Robin asks.

You've accidentally stolen his attention with your hand holding. Steve bends over you with his head held to his shoulder, looking a little dumbfounded as he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear. He sounds fond as he replies, "Apollo Creed."

Robin snorts. You don't get it and you aren't sure you could function well enough to make words right now, completely melted under Steve's soft gaze and softer touch. He cups your cheek in one hand, almost expressionless as he looks down at your face.

You manage to smile, quizzical. He smiles back and the spell is broken: he drops his palm from your cheek and stands straight.

"Did you unpack the box under Keith's desk?" he asks Robin.

"Nope."

"Are you going to?"

"Uh… Time is it?"

Steve lifts his hand from your shoulder to check and then drops it straight back down, body twisting away from yours. "Time for you to unpack the box under Keith's desk."

"I'd love to agree with you. Really. But I'm only remembering yesterday when you and Y/N disappeared for half an hour and I spent all my precious energy watching over the store. By myself. I'm still recuperating."

Steve blushes which doesn't look good for either of you, but he's telling the truth when he says, "We went for slurpees. We got you one."

"But for half an hour?" she says, like this is truly perplexing. A mystery of science.

Steve groans loudly. He ducks down over your shoulder and your face is burning white hot as he brings your fingers to his mouth and kisses them. He pats your shoulder before he leaves, grumbling grievances about being a maltreated show pony.

"Show pony implies you're pretty!" Robin calls to him. "You're more like a donkey."

Steve smiles at her and raises his middle finger as he disappears into the office.

You're rubbing your thumb across your fingertips, trying to dull the tingling sensation left behind by Steve's warm lips, almost woozy when Robin says, "I don't get what you see in him. It's like having a rabid chihuahua for a best friend."

You smile at your hands and turn in your seat. You can see Steve's legs where he's kneeling under the desk over her shoulder.

"He's sweet sometimes," is all you say. An understatement.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x reader blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot

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plump-lips-imagine · 1 year

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Super Mario Bros. Isekai!Reader (Bowser x Reader) (2/3)

There were exactly three more weird encounters with Bowser that stuck with you.

He seemed to be even keener on taking you down after the first encounter. It kind of scared you. Actually no, it really scared you.

You actually have a target on your back now.

But that didn't stop you from having a fun time around the kingdom.

You traveling around the kingdom started this whole series of encounters in the first place.

The first encounter…

it was at the mushroom fields where you were having a small picnic by yourself after Peach told you to have a break.

you picked a nice spot to set your basket and blanket and took in the scenery.

The weather was so nice out today, it was a perfect time out. It kind of made you want to sleep outside on your blanket after you ate.

You guess.... shutting your eyes for a few seconds wasn't going to hurt. It was your day off. It was so peaceful that it was a crime to not relax. Just a little-

"YOU!!"

huh?

You opened your eyes to see a large Fireball heading in your direction.

You were able to move out of the way fast enough to save your basket. Your Blanket and nap area was burnt to a crisp.

"My Blanket!!" You said shocked to your core. You look at the person responsible for this and turned out to be none other than Bowser. Steam was still coming out of his nose as he glared at you

"What was that for?"

"You Know EXACTLY What That Was For, Pipsqueak. You're Going To Pay For What You Did!"

Uh Oh. You don't have the energy to fight him again. Not that you really wanted to fight but still. There must be something around here!

"Think Fast!" You throw the first thing you had with you. A sandwich.

It splattered across Bowser's face, blinding him. This is your chance to book it. You can as face as you can.

"YOU BRAT!!" He quickly wiped off the mess on his face so that he could burn you to a crisp.

He couldn't find you, however. you could run fast if you wanted to. He stomped around for a minute until he came across a goomba. It looks like it's one of his.

"You! I'm looking for a Brat! Have you seen her?"

The goomba said nothing but nodded his head in a different direction. Bowser followed the direction the goomba pointed to.

"Hehe..I can't believe that worked." You take off the goomba hat and chuckle to yourself. The goomba mask always worked in video games, but you didn't think it was going to work in real life.

Let's run back to the mushroom Kingdom before he notices.

Second Encounter…

You were napping in the forest. Why? You don't know. It just felt comfortable underneath the tree.

you could get used to this. In your old world, you had so much stressful work to do, and naps were little to none, as it felt shameful to take a nap sometimes. This, however, felt nice. this world had little to really stress over.

"Grrr!!" You opened your eyes and saw A FIST COMING INTO YOUR DIRECTION!

You quickly moved away before he came in contact with you, creating a large hole in the tree.

okay, almost little to stress over.

"You won't get away this time!"

"HEEEEELP!!" You ran as fast as you could.

the good news is that you were not far from the Mario Bros. House.

Luigi was peacefully doing the laundry outside when he heard yelling. He turned around and saw you.

"HE'S GONNA KILL ME!"

"What? WOAH!"

"GET BACK HERE!"

You had the Mario Bros. take care of that one for you. That's how you were able to escape the second time. Cowering in their house.

Third Encounter……

This time you were picking fruits from trees in a forest. You planned to take some back to the mushroom Kingdom and bake with Peach. You currently have bananas, apples, and peaches.

hopefully they will be enough for some delicious desserts.

While you were lost in your train of thought, a fireball comes your way. You were able to jump out of the way before you were hit. Deja vu.

You turned around and saw the one and only Bowser. He was beyond angry. Veins were popping out of his head. and steam seemed to come from everywhere. oh boy.

"This.ends.here! Stop running away!"

You ran anyway. He wasn't far behind.

You still had one trick up your sleeve. You reached into your basket and pulled out the only weapon you had. A banana.

Throwing it to the ground, you ran faster as he slipped on it. This made him roll over on his back, making him unable to get back up.

"You annoying pipsqueak! Get back here!!" He yells, struggling to get back up.

This is the perfect time to get back to the kingdom......but.

you can't just leave him like this. well, you can, but you didn't want to. It didn't feel right, no matter how scary he was.

you went behind him to push him back on his feet.

"H-Hey, What are you doing?!"

"Getting you back on your feet!" He was really heavy. you were kinda struggling a bit. But you knew you were close, just a little more push.

"I don't need your help!"

'Almost...Got It!" With a huge push, you successfully got him back on his feet, your arms feeling like jelly while you did so. He's as heavy as he looks.

He turned around to look at you. Slightly glaring at you as you look like a quick puppy. You were a little too tired to run and couldn't put up much of a fight. You'll have to accept your fate.

But he just turns back around and stomps away, with a scowl on his face.

"Count your luck. I decided to spare you. Get lost!" He stomps away, leaving you confused.

That was weird.

#bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #bowser #mario bros #reader #i had to force myself to write this. i am so tired lol

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 3 months

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Yayy here we go

Can you please write a goldenheart one-shot where Ballister breaks something which belongs to Ambrosius (the way he broke it damaged Bal's health too, like a cut or something) and is afraid that Ambrosius will get mad at him only to be surprised that all Ambrosius cares about is his safety?? It doesn't have to be angsty in particular, I'm all for it if you do make it angsty lol

Ayo!!!

Alright we're trying to work on drabbles again. Here you go, I hope you like it! (Movieverse)

Ballister leaned back against the headboard of the dorm bed, playing video games while his boyfriend studied for the upcoming Institute exam. Ballister, by this point, felt confident. He had been studying. Ambrosius, on the other hand, had not. So, he was taking the evening to relax and play video games on Ambrosius’s computer. It was way nicer than anything he could afford, he just used the one the Institute issued him for classwork.

Ambrosius yawned and rubbed his eyes. “I'm gonna take a coffee break. Want anything?”

Ballister hummed. “I'll just take hot chocolate, the exam is tomorrow, I'll need to get to sleep early.” He failed to hide the smirk at the look his boyfriend gave him, knowing he would be up all night making up for his prior laziness.

Ambrosius left the room, and Ballister reached for his water bottle off the bedside table. While drinking, he accidentally aspirated some of the water and choked, reacting too late to dropping the water bottle onto the laptop. The heavy bottle split the keyboard and water spilled into the mechanism, causing it to smoke and short-circuit.

In his frantic attempt to fix it, Ballister winced as the broken metal sliced his fingertips and lightly burned his hand. “No no no no, shit!”

Ambrosius ran into the room and Ballister wanted to sink into the floor with shame. He could feel tears welling into his eyes. Since he was small, he knew the value of things. Breaking toys at the orphanage was punished harshly, as there was hardly any money to go around to buy new ones. When he was even littler, his mom was never cruel to him, but her frustration when he ruined or broke things in the apartment where they already had so little was apparent. He saw what happened to people on the streets when they stole food. Loaves of bread were worth more than starving people, and an expensive laptop was worth far more than Ballister.

“Ambrosius, I broke it, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I choked on my water and dropped it, I– I'm so sorry–!” He broke down and his vision blurred. “I'll replace it somehow, I promise!”

He felt the laptop removed from his lap and soft hands examine his own. “Never mind that!” Ambrosius said, his voice urgent but soft. “Look at your poor hand, are you okay?”

Ballister sniffled. “What?”

“Bal, you’re all cut up! And the sparks got your fingers. Gloreth knows what those tech companies put in here, you got your tetanus shots, right?”

Ballister nodded softly. “I'm so, so, so sorry. I'll replace it. Or– or I'll fix it! I'll build you a new one!”

Ambrosius waved him off, as if it was nothing. “Don't even worry about that right now! Do you think they need stitches? Maybe I should take you to the med hall.”

“No, no, they're fine, I'll rinse them off and put on some bandages. Ambrosius, won't you listen to me? Didn't you see I broke your laptop?” He hiccupped. Ambrosius met his eyes, his own filled with worry. “Bal, honey, I don't care about that. It was an accident. Besides, this was just my gaming laptop, all my Institute documents are backed up, no harm was done except you being hurt.”

“No harm– your laptop is broken! That thing is worth thousands of dollars!”

“I hate to flex my wealth, Bal, but to my family, that laptop isn't expensive. And even if it was, I don't need it. What I need is for my boyfriend who I love more than anything in the world to be safe and happy.” He kissed Ballister on the nose.

Ballister was too stunned to respond, really. He couldn't imagine the privilege of just disregarding an object so expensive, but he got the impression that Ambrosius wouldn't care about the value either way. How could a few cut up fingers, on him, be worth more? He wasn't the Queen, he wasn't worth fussing over.

Ambrosius, as though he read his mind, nuzzled against his temple and stroked his hair. “You're something money could never buy. I liked my laptop, but I love you.”

Ballister eventually ended up making him a new laptop anyway, despite his insistence it wasn't necessary, but every time he looked at the little scars on his middle and ring fingers, he remembered the first day he'd ever felt truly valued.

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister x ambrosius #ballister boldheart #nimona 2023 #nimona fanfic #fic request

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ghouljams · 10 months

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8e9MJ7K/

Immediately thought of the cowboy!au. Honestly giving Soap vibes with this (almost) air of bravado and cockiness. Like this is a "look at me" moment, the male bird dancing for the female bird's approval.

Your fae and cowboy au live in my head and charge me rent.

This is what I was referencing in my Goose post!!! Literally this exact video had me thinking. Yes! Her and Soap break horses the same way. She taught him and he's never had a reason to do it any different, they're frequently called to other ranches to break problem horses.

Here's Soap doing cowboy shit. Ghost is a little jealous...

"You're gonna get yourself killed Johnny," Ghost tells him, hardly putting up a fight when Soap plucks the cig from his mouth to climb on the yet to be broken stallion. "I'm serious," Ghost pulls another stick free of the pack and lights it, "wait for Goose to get back."

"Dinnae need Goose, don't get your knickers twisted." He wraps the reigns around his hand just as the horse bucks. Ghost takes a long drag of his cigarette watching his ass leave the saddle.

Soap pulls the reigns tighter, gripping the back of the saddle with his free hand as soon as he's sitting safely. Ghost leans against the fence, watching the horse rear back and buck putting all its power into trying to shake Soap off its back. He's gotta admit, it's impressive the way Soap sticks to the saddle through pure strength. It's almost exactly like watching Goose.

He forgets sometimes how similar those two are. It's like working with the fucking wonder twins. Except instead of super powers it's the same jokes passed back and forth all day.

Soap's hips jolt forward as the horse gives a half hearted hop, trying to build power again. The horse backs up, hops, backs up, and bucks. Soap's arms tighten, musculature on full display in the Texas sun. He smiles around the cigarette, hardly bothered by the aggressive attempts on his life from the animal under him. Ghost taps some of his ash off the end of his cigarette and pulls his phone free of his pocket in case they need emergency services.

Eh, he'll take a video for Goose while he's got it. She'll wanna see Soap fall on his ass.

The horse takes the opportunity to race around the paddock. Ghost leans away from the fence, not eager to get Soap scraped off onto him. The horse has to be fumin' by now, and it shows, stomping its hooves and shaking its head when it stops.

"Got no one to impress here Johnny," Ghost calls out as the horse walks by him.

"Got you don't I?" He yells back, words mumbled around the cigarette in his mouth. The horse takes the opportunity of distraction to start bucking again. Giving its last wild and low attempts at dislodging its rider.

It's head shakes, its short hops stomp it's hooves against the dirt. It gallop-bucks, hopping and doing its best to be a bumpy ride. Soap sticks to it like glue. Barely moving save for the way his hips follow the motion of the saddle. It's the last burst of energy before the horse decides to mosey its way around, following the line of the fence.

Ghost sends the video Goose's way, gives Soap a second to ash his cigarette and take a decent drag. The horse huffs at both of them but keeps its composure well enough. It's past the bucking for the moment at least.

"Attaboy," Soap coos at the horse, it shakes its head, taking a few tentative steps back.

"Got another buck in you?" Ghost asks the horse, it seems to think about it before shaking its head again. Soap nudges the horse with his heels and takes it for a little trot around the circle, letting the horse lead where it wants.

"Naw he's brand new, got all his steamin' out." Soap trots around the circle, the horse getting used to his weight and the tap of his heels. "Who needs Goose?" He grins at Ghost, who shakes his head.

"She puts on a prettier show," Ghost snuffs his cigarette on the metal fence, careful not to flick the butt where a critter might eat it.

"I don't put on a good show?"

"Don't need me to tell you you're pretty Johnny," Ghost settles in flicking his cigarette at Soap, watching him tug the reigns to keep the horse out if the way. Soap rolls his eyes.

"Anno, plenty of bunnies to do it for you."

#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #ghost mwii #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #soap cod #soap mwii #cowboy!soap #cowboy!ghost #very moderate if you squint #soap x ghost #like verrry tiny #i do think theyve hooked up before but it was more a satisfying a need situation #cod fic #boys being cowboys

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loveysloveclub · 6 months

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THE MAN! UMICH AU chapter i. new opportunities arise

in which, molly gets the opportunity of a lifetime.

molly maxwell had never been the type to have any sort of luck on her side.

she passed all her classes, and therefore graduated high school, because she worked hard. she made an all boys hockey team by training everyday and being good at what she does. and her female rugby team won their finals because again, she was good at the sports she played. everything she had in her life, she had because she worked for it.

so, when a video of molly smacking a grown male hockey player into the boards at one of her home games last year vent semi viral on some nhl fanpage, she was feeling pretty lucky. the hit had gotten her sent off for the rest of the game, but she didn't quite care. playing in a male dominated sport on a male dominated team had its ups and downs, and the downs were something molly had become accustomed to. she was treated differently as she was seen as an easy target, and the man in the video had made the mistake of thinking she wouldn't retaliate when he shoved her a little too hard or swiped her feet out from underneath her. molly had no issue breaking a few rules for a few men to get what they deserved.

her luck streak continued when she received an email by someone by the name of brandon naurato, who happened to be the head coach of the mens umich hockey team. molly, who was taking the bus home from practice at the time, almost fell out of her seat when she read the email, asking her to come play for his team.

all events lead up to this exact moment, with molly laying on the floor of her bedroom as clothes surrounded her. her three best friends rummaged through her closet, all discussing how jealous they were that she was going to go to frat parties and meet cute american guys.

mika holland was the newest addition to the group, molly having met her when she was dating one of her teammates. the relationship didn't last long, but molly got a new friend out of it. she was the shortest out of the four, but had the loudest personality. you could hear the girl making inappropriate jokes and laughing at her own jokes from a mile away.

summer smith and molly had once hated each other. constantly at each others necks throughout the first few years on high school. but when they were forced to pair up for an english project in the tenth grade, they quickly found out how similar they were and both abandoned any distasteful feelings the two shared. summer was down for anything, much like molly.

finally, scarlett hamilton, molly's best friend since the fifth grade. the two were always together, where one went the other followed. she would be molly's hardest goodbye, albeit her own mother. the two were never not stirring up some sort of plan to get the rest of the group into trouble. life would become significantly more boring once molly moved away, leaving both troublesome girls to their own devices.

"molly, do you think any of your teammates are gonna be hot?" summer asked as she continued to go through molly's entire closet, throwing things into either the 'yes' or the 'no' pile. "oh my god, you have to get with one. that is the story of the fucking century!" mika exclaimed, following her statement with a loud laugh.

"i'm not getting with one of my teammates, you freak." molly shot back, screwing her face up in distaste. "what a waste of an opportunity." mika retorted, flopping onto molly's bed.

scarlett hummed in agreement before flipping her phone screen around to show the rest of the girls whose instagram she was stalking. it was no surprise that she was stalking the univeristy of michigan's hockey team page. "this one's cute." scarlett zoomed in on one of the players. "i think that's my new captain." molly grimaced before returning to packing her belongings.

the four girls quickly fell into a vast conversation, topics ranging from who summer saw at her grocery store job to whatever scarlett's father had done to piss her off this morning, and finishing when mika got too in depth about her sex life.

and as summer finished packing molly's bag, signalling the end of their last hangout for a while, molly couldn't help but tear up about how much she was going to miss her friends. her only friends. the only people who weren't blood related to ever love her unconditionally.

moving across the world to play hockey was already proving to be the most difficult thing molly had ever done.

and she hadn't even met the team yet.

next chapter

#ethan edwards #luca fantilli #umich hockey #mark estapa #umich #umich wolverines #rutger mcgroarty #dylan duke #adam fantilli

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unique-high · 7 days

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NCT 127 X S/O With locs

REQUESTED: NCT127 x S/O with locs

a/n: God, I'm sorry I'm just now getting to this. It's been on my to do list. But I'm finally here with it. But side note, each members s/o comes with a different shade of blue. I don't know the members well this is my first time writing a NCT 127 ot9 request so my reaction may not be as accurate to them.

side note: wasn't really sure how to write this without it being repetitive and boring but I still hope it's somewhat good.

another side note: I don't have locs so what I'm writing is based on YouTube videos I've watched and drawn inspiration from and also Pinterest.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, DAMN: I finished this around 6:35 am. The imagine went different ways, nevertheless, I hope the requester enjoys the brief moments between reader and ot9.

NOT PROOF READ MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES BUT STILL READABLE.

JOHNNY: you have been doing your retwist for a couple of hours in between sessions you'd watch Netflix, FaceTime johnny when he was on break from dance practice, ordered something to eat because you were too tired to even try to fix something to eat. And by the time Johnny came home you were just about done with your retwist.

“Oh wow.” Johnny said when he see's the color of your locs. “That color looks good on you.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah. It compliments you.”

The color you dyed your locs was a pretty Cerulean blue. After your locs were done, you added some cute hair jewelry some locs.

Johnny was checking out his hair in the mirror. “Do you want to dye mine so we can match?”

“Your stylist won't chew you out, will they?”

“If they I don't care. I want to match with my baby.”

MARK: he's seen you do your retwist before and knows how time consuming it can be. Mark would feed you and make sure you have plenty of water and when your arms get tired, he gives little massages. Your locs were bleached and ready for color.

“I have two different blues,” you tell your boyfriend. “Which one is your favorite, Indigo blue or baby blue?”

“Baby blue.”

“I'm feeling baby blue too.”

“Do you need any help?” Mark just wants to make things a little easier for you.

You happily nodded with a smile. Mark knew a little something about locs since you taught him. Plus, he saw this as quality time and another way of bonding with you.

DOYOUNG: “You don't gotta stay with me baby, it's gonna take some hours for her to get me colored, retwisted, and styled.” You tell Doyoung.

This was his first time going with you to a hair appointment. It was his day off and he didn't have anything better to do than drive you to your loctician and wait for you.

“But I want to stay,” he said, slightly pouting.

The salon was filled with other women getting their hair done too. One woman who was getting a wig installed gushed over you and Doyoung.

Your loctician gets you right and now it was deciding on the color. You decided to do the back of your locs sapphire blue and the front locs ocean blue.

Doyoung was on his phone most of the time, but he would check on you making sure you were good. He ran out to get you your favorite food since you would be sitting under the hair dryer for some hours.

“Do you think the colors look good on me?”

“They do. The colors just add to your beauty.”

“Boy, stop.” you laughed.

Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes saying, “I can't help it that my girlfriend's beauty is something magnificent.”

JAEHYUN: When he hears the 90s R&B music playing from the living room, he knows what today is. Retwist day. You spent a good three days preparing for this day. Giving yourself a prep talk because doing your own retwist wasn't for the weak.

“Tell me I got this, baby,” you whined to Jaehyun.

He kissed your forehead. “You got this. Just think about the end results. You know you're going to feeling yourself.”

You laughed saying, “You right. You right.”

Jaehyun kisses your lips this time and tells you bye since he is going to play basketball with the guys at the gym.

From morning until noon, you were still at your hair. You hadn't planned on styling it. Just a color and retwist. But you saw this cute style on Pinterest and decided why the hell not.

“Y/n I'm home.” Jaehyun yelled when he seen you weren't in the living room.

“Bathroom!”

He goes to the bathroom,leaning on the door door frame.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

You had your locs in two space buns. With two locs in the front out with gold hair jewelry. Your locs were powder blue.

“I love it. You look so freaking cute.” Jaehyun reaches out and gently tugged you to him. “But it's a shame it'll only get messed up.”

You give your boyfriend a look. “And what does that mean, jae?”

He smirks pulling you to the bedroom.

“Oh no.” you protest. “Not when I spent hours on this!”

TAEYONG: he helps you on the days you did your retwist. He took a class on locs so he could be able to help you. That's how dedicated he was to helping you. After you bleached your locs. You sat in the chair while Taeyong prepared you for the color. You were dying your locs luxe blue.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Taeyong jokes with you.

“Um, actually I do.”

“Can he fight?”

“You tryna fight my man, sir?”

“If it means taking you out on a date. Then yeah beautiful.”

He always joked with you like this while doing your hair. After the color and the wash. You talked about what kind of style you wanted to do. It was just something simple. A half up/half down. It was giving “New Me”

And your boyfriend had to take pictures to post on his IG. He made sure you looked good in the pictures because he knew you hated it when he took the most outlandish pictures of you and posted them. But to him, he thought you looked good in all the photos.

He takes a picture of you with the caption: GUESS WHO ATE?🤪

TAEIL: Like Mark, Taeil likes the quality time he gets to spend with you while you're doing your hair. He's curious though. He asks a lot of questions like “Why do you have crotch hooks sometimes?” or “How come you don't do a retwist all the time?” and you're always more than glad to answer your boyfriend's questions and explain things to him.

“Have you thought about what color you're going to dye your hair?” Taeil asks you.

“I was thinking Sky blue or Cool blue.”

“Sky blue would look lovely.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! But anything on you looks lovely.”

Your face grew warm at his words. Dang, this man really knew how to make you feel good about yourself.

“Want to help with the color?”

“Sure. Just show me what I need to do.”

These were the little moments that Taeil enjoyed with you. Just standing in the bathroom applying color to your hair while you asked him about how he was feeling. You always made it a point to ask him about his mental because you know how draining his job can be.

YUTA: he was gone most of the day while you were busy with your hair. You would send him pictures letting him know how the progress was going and taking slight breaks when needed. You decided to surprise your boyfriend when he got home. Yuta once had a style where he had white hair with blue streaks and you wanted to recreate that.

You styled your locs in this cute little style with two ponytails and a side bang.

When you hear Yuta come into the apartment, you call for him to come to the bathroom. You were in the middle of doing your baby hairs.

“Oh wow.” he said. “Blue and white? Reminds of a color I had.”

“You were my inspo boy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” you turned fully to look at Yuta.

He was busy checking out your new style. “This style is cute,” he said. “My hair is sort of long enough. Let's match styles.”

“You for real?”

“I want to look cute too, girl.” Yuta winks at you.

HAECHAN: “Just say you want to be my twin, y/n.” he teases you, poking you in your side while you're trying to apply dye to your locs.

“I really don't haechan.”

“Then why are you dying your hair blue like mine.”

“first off, my blue is a different shade than yours.”

“Still blue, y/n.”

“Electric blue.”

“Okay?” he poked you again. “Like I said, still blue.”

“Why are you annoying me while I'm trying to do my hair?”

“Cause I'm bored and If I don't annoy you I'll die.”

“Go die in the corner.”

“Y/n if I did die you'll be sobbing your pretty little eyes out.”

“Nah. Now go die.”

“No.” he poked you repeatedly until you burst out laughing getting hair dye on you and him. “Are you going to style the locs?”

“I was thinking of doing a simple, classic back ponytail.”

“Mmm.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” he smirks.

“Nah, I hear it in your voice there is something.”

“You're gonna have your locs pulled back. Maybe we can do something.”

“Something like what, Haechan?”

“It has job in it.”

“Oh, boy hell nah.”

JUNGWOO: You were sitting between Jungwoo legs as he helped you style your locs. You wanted a side ponytail and jungwoo was oddly good at doing them, he even could lay your baby hairs too. Your locs were midnight blue. Your boyfriend helped with picking the color since you really couldn't decide between sea foam green or midnight blue. Midnight blue was the winner.

“Okay, all done!” Jungwoo gives you the hand mirror.

“The retwist and style got me feeling fresh.” you turned your side to side in the mirror. “You did your thang. The color is so pretty on me too!”

Jungwoo smiles feeling proud of himself. “Yeah, I did that!” he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me take pictures. I have to show you off to the guys.”

“Don't. They may fall in love with my beauty.” you say all dramatically making your boyfriend laugh.

“How many times can a person fall in love with the same person? Cause honestly I've fallen in love you with you so many times.”

“Oh, really?” you tilt your head back to look at Jungwoo.

He smiles at you, bringing his face down closer to yours. “Really.” jungwoo softly whispered. “I never want to stop falling in love with you, y/n.”

#nct127 x black reader #nct127 imagine #nct 127 x s/o #kpop x black reader #kpop fanfic #fanfic #kpop x ambw #kpop x reader #kpop x black fem reader #nct 127 x you #nct 127 x y/n #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 fanfic #black reader #nct 127

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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TOJI NSFW HEADCANNONS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I was tryna sleep last night and I couldn't😭he was in my HEAD RENT FREE🤪

Yandere toji

Sub toji!

OmG THIS MAN. THIS MAN. I WOULDN'T MIND DROPPING EVERYTHING FOR HIM IN A HEARTBEAT.

Toji loved how obedient you we're. It turned him on so much how some days he'd come home from work and hear noises from your shared room. He'd rush in thinking something was wrong only to be greated by you face down ass up moaning out his name while you fingered yourself.

'oh? I see ya been a little impatient for me my doll. Want some help?' "mmm yes~ toji. Please. Been waiting for you for so long daddy"

He is SO BIG IN EVERY SINGLE WAY. HIS BODY AND ESPECIALLY his dick. The way he'd pin you against a wall while sloppily kissing you, which turns into him picking you up and fucking you right then and their. "t-Toji! F-fuck stop~ we're in public!" 'thats even better doll, want everyone to hear how drunk you get on my cock. Moan for me like the good pet you are.'

Sucking him off oh godd~ you started slowly licking around his tip but toji wanted more. Once you started sucking him up he'd roughly shove his cock all the way balls deep down your throat. "Yeah that's it doll, take daddy's fucking cock. Oh shit~" "gonna shoot my cum down your throat doll. Swallow it like a good little slut."

Sending a video of you touching yourself while he was at work, toji still had his volume up from when you called him before, then when he clicks the video the first thing that everyone around him hears is a loud moan. 'sorry guys, my pet has been a little... Bratty. Lately' he goes to the bathroom to "quietly" jerk off to the video. 'y-yeah..just like that doll..touch yourself f' me.."

When he gets home and sees you making food in the kitchen, he'd quietly sneak up on you then press you against the table. "The fuck we're you thinking you dumass?" Sending shit like that while I'm work. I could get fucking fired." But all you could say was 'did you like what you see?' and fuck he did. You knew you were going to get punished but didn't care. Toji just felt so addicting. You wanted him so bad. Just as he wanted you.

Being bratty omg to be put in your place by him. Toji choking you with one hand while fucking you with the other, toji slapping your ass everytime you slow down. toji fucking you even after your slowly passing out "hey." 'he slaps your ass' "wake the fuck up. Ya think you can tap out right now doll? Brats like you don't get a fucking break. Get up f' me"

want toji to fuck me dum untill I can't do anything but think of him. How his warm load fills you up so well. When his cum starts to seep out of your hole he'd shove his fingers back in. 'mmm baby, want you to keep every fukin' drop of my cum. Gonna fucking breed you. Want daddy to put a baby in you?'

This pussy is so wet f' me. How long have you been like this baby? Maybe I should let you cum on my fingers this time~ you want that babygirl? Y-Yes toji! P-please let me cum. Please I'll be a good girl. I'll be good for you~ then cum for me y/n cum on daddy's fingers like a good pet. Just like that. Let me taste you

#toji thirst #toji smut #toji imagine #toji x you #toji fic #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen #toji scenarios

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surfinminho · 8 months

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Kinktober day 5- Phone sex w/ seungmin

⤷ warnings: fem! reader, phone sex (duh), dom(?)!seungmin

⤷ word count: 588

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Seungmin: are you busy?

Y/n: no, why?

You didn't get a reply back, instead you got a video call.

"Hi baby" you smile though it can't see it, your face isn't in the camera. It's around 10 pm and you look a mess.

"Show your face dummy, otherwise I wouldn't have video called you" his face isn't in the camera either, but you can see part of his arm and neck with the way he angled his phone.

"I look like a crazy person" you weren't too far off of one, makeup from earlier still on. You just came home a while a go, about to take a shower when seungmin called you.

"When have I ever cared how you look"

"Well I care" you huff fixing your camera tho show only the top half of your face.

"I miss you" you blurt out

"What do you miss about me?" You can tell by his voice that statement gave him a little boost, so you decide to play around with him.

"Well" you start trailing off like you're trying to think. "I miss your hugs, laugh, smile. there's more, you wanna hear?"

"Absolutely"

"Okay then, I miss your hands, thick cock, your lips" you say nonchalantly, trying not to give away how horny you've been for him.

"You miss my cock baby? How cute." His demeanor shifts. All of a sudden he's suffling around in his hotel bed then he stops.

"What specifically do you miss about my cock, the way I fuck you?" He's taunting you, trying to get you to break.

He caught you off guard, coughing out of

the sudden question.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" His voice sounds breathy, pants coming and going.

"Seung what's that" you heard something, like a squelchy type sound.

"What's what?"

"That sound- see it happened again!" You knew you weren't crazy. You heard that sounds. And it keeps progressing.

The camera angle didn't change either, hand moving every time the you hear the sound, neck tensing.

"Take - take your pants off please? W'na see your cunt" the dam breaks, any restraint he had is gone. He

"I can't I'm so hard for you baby. Play with your cunt - wish it was me." He turns his camera around showing you his cock, leaking in his hold. The tip was flushed pink almost red.

The grip around his cock was tight, spewing out pretty nothings as he goes up and down.

You snuck your hands south, rubbing your clit. You peer the camera downwards doing what he told you, showing him your cunt.

"Just like that, im gonna cum- you're gonna make me come" the camera was in and out of focus. Shaking every one and a while.

"Shit- w'na cum in your pussy. Can't wait till I come home" he slows his hand down, squeezing his tip. "I need you to cum, please wanna cum with you."

Your hand movements try to mimick his, slowing down when he slows down and speeding up when he goes impossibly fast. You wanted his cock in you, missing the way his mushroom tip would reach all the way inside you.

There was no warning when you came, rubbing yourself through your high while you beg seungmin to cum with you.

"Good girl, making me cum so hard" his voice is just above a whisper, turning his camera around the the previous angle he had when you first join the call.

"You did such a good job baby"

"You're filthy."

#stray kids #skz x reader #surfinminho #skz x you #stray kids smut #dom seungmin #kinktober 2023

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onthepyre · 8 months

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Steve's life is going to fall apart, he thinks.

Dustin's away at summer camp, Nancy's left for college two weeks early. He has a late shift at six, a house to return to that's emptier than usual, and a funeral to attend at eleven sharp tomorrow morning. His mother is writing a eulogy and his father is cold and pale in a box in some back room of the funeral home. He can't get the image out of his head.

At half past five, he shakes himself out of the stupor he's been sitting in. It's been at least twenty minutes since he's last moved, but really, who knows — all he's aware of is his aching back and the sharp pain in his neck from the hunched position he'd assumed at the kitchen table. Steve's car keys have left an imprint on his hand. He'd forgotten he was holding them. The Family Video vest is in his car, tossed haphazardly over the dash, and he shrugs it on over his gray polo before he pulls out of the driveway. Robin's house isn't far, something he's glad for. Less time he has to spend alone. Maybe she won't notice how tired he looks in the quickly dimming light.

She does. It's Robin, after all. Steve can't hide much from her.

"Hey, Stevie," she says as she slides into the passenger seat. Her voice is gentle, the way she might speak to an injured cat. "How are you doing?"

"It’s pretty bad," he tells her, and it feels like he's confessing to a crime. "I didn't get out of bed until, like, two hours ago and I still want to go back to sleep."

"Yeah?" she asks. He can tell she isn't sure what else to say.

"Yeah."

"I'm really sorry. I know that's pretty much the least helpful, most generic thing I could say, but I mean it. I can’t imagine how… how hard it must be."

There's a long pause. Steve starts thinking they're just going to drive in silence for the rest of the time, which is weird, especially for Robin. It makes him want to cry, sort of — that she, of all people, can't find anything to say to him. Inadvertently, he grips the wheel tighter.

"We'll close early," she says finally, timid in a way she usually isn't. "Keith can suck my dick, I don't care. He'll get over it. And we'll go get ice cream, if you want, and then I'll come stay over. If that's alright."

"Yeah," Steve answers, and God, there are tears in his eyes. "That would be great." He's careful not to let his voice catch.

"I'm thinking 8:00 — we'll start shutting down at 7:30 and be out by a quarter past. Then we've got almost an hour until Dairy Queen closes, unless you want to go somewhere else?" Out of the corner of his eye, Steve can see Robin twisting one of the rings on her left hand. Like a gut-punch, he knows it's the shitty tin band, the one he'd gotten out of a quarter machine at the arcade and fake-proposed to her with. She hadn't taken it off since that day.

Steve pulls into the parking lot, and turns to her once he's parked the car. She's still fiddling with the ring, so he reaches over to take her hand.

"Rob, listen," he says. "I'm not gonna fall apart. I'll be okay." He can tell that they both know it isn't true.

"You don't have to be," she tells him, and through slightly blurry vision, Steve can tell she's tearing up, too. "You can fall apart, it's all right. We'll put you back together. I'll be here the whole time."

Steve isn't sure why it's a problem, but he needs to make sure Robin doesn't see him cry. He gets out of the car and turns away. He can hear her, four feet away, doing the same.

———

The shift, short as it is, passes slowly and in relative quiet. Robin feels too far away, but the little bit of stability they've found since getting out of the car is fragile, winding between them like a spiderweb. If Steve reaches out, he'll break it.

They follow her schedule exactly, locking the door behind them at 8:15 — two hours before they're supposed to. Steve isn't one to get worked up about things like this, but he's even less worried than he usually would be. Nobody ever comes in on Thursday nights. The only people that will know are him and Robin.

"So, Dairy Queen?" she asks as she opens the door. "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Dairy Queen is fine," he tells her. Nothing will really make him feel better, he thinks, but ice cream can't hurt.

The drive isn't long, but it feels like it. Steve can hardly stand whatever version of Robin this is, the one that's treating him like he's about to crumble at any second. She's right, but that's part of the reason it's getting to him so much. If the silence was unfounded, it wouldn't hurt so bad.

She insists on paying, and Steve almost can't stomach the sweetness of the Oreos. Robin gets M&Ms so he can pick at hers, too.

"So, how's band been going?" Steve asks, just to break the quiet.

Robin tilts her head a little. There's pity in her eyes.

"Pretty good," she says slowly. "The directors always get super uptight around concert season, so that's starting to kick in. We just got our last piece. It's this stupid hard classical thing — Stravinsky, I think — fuckin' Russians. It would be awesome, though, if we could play it right."

This is the Robin he knows. Fuckin' Russians, he thinks. It makes him smile.

"That's great. What's it about?"

"Oh, I have no idea," Robin says with a grin. "It’s from the Firebird, and it has something to do with hell, and it's impossible to play."

"I'll have to come to the concert." Steve holds her eye for a second, but when it goes on too long and her smile shifts to an expression of sympathy, he turns his gaze down into his blizzard.

"Steve…" she starts, but she leaves it there, reaching across the table.

"Can we go?" He squeezes her hand and she does the same.

"Yeah, of course. Come on, we can go straight to sleep if you want."

They do — or they try to. As soon as they're home and settled, Robin in a pair of shorts she'd left there and one of Steve's old shirts, Steve much the same, they spread out blankets on the floor of his room and try to sleep. Robin's presence is a comfort, but not enough for Steve to get the coffin out of his head.

"Can you talk?" Steve asks, rolling over in his bed to face her in the dark. "About anything you want, I don't care. Just say something. Ramble."

She reaches up to put a hand on the bed, and he places his on top.

"I love you," Robin begins. "The other day, I learned that a quarter of the world's population has tuberculosis. Well, not has, like they're sick with it, but they have the bacteria in them. That's insane. Tuberculosis is up there with rabies for me, you know? There's a new outbreak of it that's resistant to the treatments, and I know it's not likely we'd get it here in Hawkins, but man, it would suck so much. Especially if it was one of those drug resistant strains. We'd end up sad little waifs like in the Victorian era and we'd die a slow death and there would be nothing they could do."

"I love you," Steve responds. "Can you come up here, Rob?"

"Yeah, for sure."

Robin stands up and climbs into bed next to him. He can make out the shape of her, squinting at him. Neither moves for a moment.

"How are you holding up?" she asks.

Only then, in the darkness, does Steve let himself fall apart.

It comes on slowly, but he knows it's coming as soon as she asks. He can't speak around the lump in his throat, so he just sits there fighting tears until she reaches out and pulls him into her chest. He breaks then. He sobs in Robin's arms for a while as she rubs his back and whispers reassurances to him. He feels like a little kid.

"Sorry," he gets out as it starts to die down.

"Shh." She buries her face in his hair. "Don't. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere, Stevie. This is what I'm here for."

Steve is hit with another wave of tears, this time a mixture of grief and gratitude. Robin, true to her word, stays. She holds him tighter still as he clutches her like she's the only thing keeping him tethered.

"I love you," she says under her breath. "I love you. It's alright. I'm here. I love you. I've got you. I love you."

She keeps going like that endlessly, quietly, into the top of Steve's head. Only when the sobs have slowed to sniffles does Robin stop, and even then, she keeps running her hands across his back, occasionally punctuated by a kiss pressed to his hair. There, cradled like a toddler against her chest, Steve starts to put himself back together. They fall asleep like that, intertwined, at home.

#stranger things #st #stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #fanfiction #june's writing

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iavenjqasdf · 4 months

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👷‍♀️occupational hazards🐜

WorkerAnt, the world's app-first construction contracting platform, revolutionized the building-building industry. All you gotta do is just scroll through a couple of boring legal things on your phone and check some boxes and voila; you have everything you need to try and build a living with your own two hands! Who needs a fancy degree, or the hassle of going to a trade school? I certainly didn't!

They didn't even make me do a drug test, or ask why my name and sex didn't match what it still says on my license, so honestly it's like a win/win for everyone involved.

I did my paid training in like 20 minutes; I just needed to watch a few videos telling me where to go and what I’ll get fired for, plus one on how to use pronouns respectfully.

I already knew most of the stuff they were telling me, so I pretty much just got paid to relearn what the right things to call myself are for liability purposes. I usually do that for free!

Every day, all I gotta do is show up at the check-in location, get handed all my tools, and then I take my mandatory 30 minute lunch break in the app right as I wait in line for the elevator up to the job site, so I can focus on nothing but work for the next 12 hours. I don’t need to worry about food anyways, because they sometimes throw pizza parties for us, and there might be a few slices left when I come back down.

Most of the time work’s pretty boring; I'm just hammering some boards together or whatever. The whole building looks like it's basically already all built, so I'm not sure what all the things we're attaching and connecting to each other are supposed to do, and I don’t get paid enough to care.

But I can’t complain. It’s an honest job; I have tasks to accomplish and all the tools I need to accomplish them, as long as I don't fuck something up.

I'm very happy with this arrangement and it's all worked out really great for me so far.

It does get a bit lonely up there sometimes though.

There is my one coworker, Lana; I think she might also be trans, though it's kinda hard to tell under the hard hat goggles and respirator I always see her wearing. But she's always polite at me and doesn’t give me any trouble, and the bits of her voice I’ve heard that aren’t drowned over by power tools sound really nice.

Sometimes I think about it even when she's not around, which now that I think about it is kinda like stealing from the job site, and that’s a firable offense, so maybe I shouldn't be doing it.

She tends to work late like me, too. It takes us both longer than everyone else to finish all our tasks, but at least they pay us almost as much!

Tonight, it's New Year's Eve, and we're the only ones still up there; hammering stuff together, unable to look out at the empty city below, lit up and then abandoned for the season, because I'm being paid the minimum tipped wage to cut a 2x4 with a dinky little dollar store dremel, and we have to finish up before the sun sets, cause the cost of running the lights gets taken outta your pay.

BZZSCHLKK!

And now my finger hurts too.

I look down, staring at the little squiggly meat piece of guy lying on the workbench, and after a minute I realize that oh shit, that used to be part of my right pinky.

So might the scarlet mist that now covers most of the walls and floor. I’m gonna have to get THAT painted over before the end of my shift, too.

First things first, though.

"Um, hey Lana?"

The whirring echoing from the other side of the room powers down. Lana pulls her plastic goggles over the rim of her hard hat, both now spritzed ever-so-gently with my crimson phalangemarrow. She looks only mildly concerned as she swims upstream along the spatter pattern.

One of the stickers on her hat catches the sunlight, holographic prism reflections dazzling my vision before my pattern recognition software kicks in-

Y-yeah, I know what that logo is. I’m too afraid to ask her if she does, too though. They make s*x t*ys, after all, and I think those are by definition Not Safe For Work.

Without saying a word she grabs my wrist, yanking my hand up to her face to examine it. Even under the visor, her eyes are red; bloodshot, and they scare me a little, so I try speaking up.

"Um, Lana, I think I need to go to the, uh. Hospital, place,"

"Why?"

I stare at her, dumbfounded for a second, before a pulse of pain reminds me of the severance’s urgency.

"W-well, to get it, like, reattached, y'know?"

She looks at the little meat squiggum lying sadly on the bench, letting go of my hand.

"Not really anything left to reattach."

Her voice is muffled by the respirator, but her expression is one of almost boredom. I feel bad for offending her, even though I’m not sure how I did it.

I try flexing a bit. OUCH! Bad idea. I pinch hard just below the cut, to try to keep more things from coming out of me. "W-well, we have to at least try…"

She eyes her own workstation impatiently, dying orange skyfire burning in the reflections of her eyes. A little spurt of blood squirts out of my pinky stump.

"Look, if you keep wasting time worrying about stupid little things like that, you’re not gonna last long here.”

What the fuck is she talking about?! I’m very badly hurt, and I need to go get it checked out right away. Tears well up in my eyes as I keep staring at where my finger now ends, just above the second knuckle.

I'll never get to pinky promise silly things to my little sister again; I’d only have a reminder of this loss, something permanently removed I could never get back.

I inhale a sniffle. "P-please, we gotta go. I don't wanna go around rounding up the number of fingers I have for the rest of my life."

She rolls her eyes, reshielding them with her goggles. "Would a round number make you feel better?"

"What?"

My dremel's motor whines to life as she turns back to face me.

"For symmetry, y'know?"

Her tone concerns me.

She grabs my good hand, forcing it flat against the workbench. I try to pull free, but my knees are still a bit wobbly from the pain, and I don’t want to risk any sudden moves around the little spinning amputation death motor, so I can't try too hard.

“L-listen, I’m sorry for involving you. J-just let me go and I-I’ll just clock myself out, and get to the hospital on my own…” My hand grasps at her, trying to push her away, but all I succeed in doing is knocking her respirator loose, and I gasp as all the gouges and scars and other missing bits of her face come into focus at last.

I see her teeth click as her jaw clenches, bone trembling with the purest expression of rage. Her knuckles are white around the dremel.

"Long term, working here is gonna take a lot more of you than I’m gonna.”

BZZZZZZSZCHLRRKKRRRRRK--

“Oh, hold on, it got stuck.”

My vision doubles and quadruples, the room swimming around me as I try to keep myself from passing out. This is obviously a dream, and hey, I haven’t had one of these in a while, let’s just try to keep it going right hahahaha-

WHRRRGGZZCCHLLTLTTTTTT!

The spinny deathblade plants another gentle kiss against my fingerbone, tingling my entire skeleton with electromechanical sparks. I stare at a bead of sweat tracing down Lana's cheek as the blade grinds through at last with a spray of calcium white.

The whine fades as the disposable plastic motor inside the tool gets gummed up with mutilated chunks of gore. My mouth hangs open making a noise and I'm afraid it's probably kind of a pathetic one. The bottoms of my goggles are filling up with tears, but that means I’m doing a good job of keeping the crying contained inside, so there's a chance Lana might still think I'm cool.

“There you go. Eight plus two halves equals nine. Almost as many as before.”

“ohgodohgodohgodohgod-” I wish I had something more interesting to say.

“What? I thought you wanted a round number.”

“Ijustwantedmyhandstobenormalagain-”

She pauses for a moment, then wanders off into the neighboring room, leaving me standing there, trembling alone in the dark.

I think about trying to find my own way back to the elevator, but I’m afraid of tripping over a lead pipe or something on the ground and having to use my damaged limbs to break my fall and mangling them further, and I don’t wanna get my phone all bloody to use the flashlight either, so I stay put.

Fireworks burst off in the distance, prematurely celebrating the dawn of a big new thing. I try not to look down at my mutilated handflesh, instead insisting my gaze on the sunset bathing over the city.

It's a really nice view, and I don't know if I'll get to be up here to enjoy it ever again.

“Okay, here, I can fix everything.”

She's returned, and I can’t get away from her because I don’t want to say no, so I let her take my bleeding broken hands and lead me to the workbench again.

Behind her gore-spattered goggles, I can see her eyes are swimming with tears now too, like she doesn't know what the fuck she's doing either, but I don't even hate her for it, I don't think.

"Here, just hold onto me. I'll fix you."

She presses up close, close enough that I can feel a bit of her heat even through her jacket. She takes my unrecognizably mutilated hand in her own and strokes it softly.

The lead in my stomach sinks deeper when I see that she's holding a staple gun in her other.

I tighten my grip, spilling blood onto her palm.

THUNK.

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She sweeps the remains of my amputated digits off the ledge with her boot, sending little chunks of meat tumbling into the glimmering city grid. Thankfully, the night is cold enough now that I can't feel much of my hands at all.

Staple gun didn't work out too good.

She fiddles with something on the side of her hard hat, and a light comes on. It's kind of dim, but it's better than nothing.

We walk past piles of unsawed boards, boxes of nails and wrenches and other tool things. Neither of us say anything to each other. Even more fireworks are whistling and exploding above the city in the distance but I'm not getting paid to care.

She stands beside me in the dusk-filled elevator. We descend slow, neither of us averting our gaze from the doors sealed tight in front of us.

“Um, Lana?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I'm coming in to work tomorrow.”

“You’re not,” she states plainly. “Any injury sustained on the clock is grounds for termination, remember?”

“Oh, right…”

We’re quiet for a while. I don’t like the silence, the emptiness, so I try to fill it as always. “Um, I’m sorry for getting you involved…”

“It’s fine,” she lets out a quivering little sigh and turns to face me at last. “I don’t think they were gonna keep me on much longer, either way. I waste a lot of staples…”

I pick at a little crooked piece of metal worming its way through the layers of fat and muscle that once made up our entwined fingers, wondering how much more might need to be amputated by the time we get to a hospital, then a laugh catches in my throat, when I remember we no longer have health insurance.

ao3

#📝#guro #ero guro #original fiction #toxic yuri #worker ants

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rebuke-me · 11 months

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i am going to go into depth about Jeremy and Michael's friendship solely based on one exchange from two player game so I am sorry.

SO. the line is question is the "you know that you are my favorite person, but that doesn't mean that I can't still dream." "is it really true I'm your favorite person?" "yeah, we're never not gonna be a team."

we'll start with jeremy first. michaels his favorite person. he's also, pretty canonically, his ONLY person. jeremy has no other friends. his dad is emotionally distant, his mother is physically distant. he has no siblings. Michael is the only person who talks to him in any friendly way. it's not intentional, but the isolation from other people can definitely lead to a person assuming that they're very close, even when it's not entirely the case.

Jeremy follows this reassurance up with a let down. the way he phrases it is interesting too. he doesn't just want other friends, he dreams about it. it's part of his subconscious. it's also something that michael definitely doesn't want to hear- otherwise, why would Jeremy phrase it like that? "I love you BUT I want more."

to derail from this for a little bit, I want to look at what has been established about their relationship so far. the things Michael mentions are things they BOTH like, and things that (other than the video games) are things that Jeremy has not mentioned previously. it's not a far stretch to imply that Jeremy likes movies (implications of joe pesci and rob deniro) but that isn't mentioned. jeremy never mentions liking roller skating, or his tattoo, and he keeps himself covered. Michael has, seemingly, supportive parents. (he also, as seen later, has other people he plays video games with, the world of Warcraft guy. which implies that video games aren't as sacred to him, but games are a whole separate lore idea I could make a separate post about tbh. but the point is he has other friends.) he's confident and loud and doesn't care about the bullying, because it doesn't affect him. he's proud of being a loser. and that pride blinds him a little to Jeremy's struggles with fitting in and caring about what others think of him.

which leads into Michaels response. "is it really true I'm your favorite person?" Michael ignores the "but" of jeremys statement. he ignores the fact that Jeremy dreams of more, latching onto what he knows. Jeremy cares about him, and that's enough for him. he's been brushing off Jeremy's insecurities, whether intentionally or not, for most of the show up to this point. he only really focuses on what he wants to hear. that Jeremy likes him, that he's the favorite, that he's the one who matters most. which is understandable. taking on the emotional baggage of realizing that your best friend wants more than just you is difficult for a teenager, but brushing it off at every opportunity is damaging.

which is why Jeremy goes along with it. "we're never not gonna be a team." he'll be the one to reassure Michael about the stability of their friendship. he's also, notably, not giving up on his dream, or implying that HE is Michaels favorite. his self esteem is too low at this point to admit that Michael needs him, specifically. because what he needs (or thinks he does) is to break away, but he still wants that safety to return to. he wants the team, the friendship, the favorite person.

but he is going to dream anyways. he's been dreaming his whole life- that's apparent in more than survive. placing himself in movies, in video games, making up rules and structure and scenarios in his mind. michael represents the one thing that can break through that dream, but he can never make it quite go away.

#mom jupiter's reading too much into be more chill again #be more chill #bmc #jeremy Heere #Michael mell #I'm not tagging this as boyfs I refuse

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mommyhelgayanderelover · 5 months

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Optimus is just inviting you to stay in his van because you're having trouble finding a place to live

Pairing: yandere! Optimus Prime x human reader

TW! a little sexual intercourse

"… and you're inviting me into the van? You think I'm going to say yes?" You looked at Optimus with great skepticism. "I know it's a part of you. I will not, God forgive me, live in and with you."

"It's a human van," Optimus sounded offended. "It was manufactured on Agent Fowler's orders for the mission."

"Uh-huh, yeah. And they also made a nano-alien design and put Autobot insignia on it. Believe it or not."

"You think I had a tractor-trailer uniform on Cybertron, too?"

"Well, I wouldn't know who you had there. Maybe you're like Megatron - pro working class."

"Look…"

"No, don't even talk me into it. Nope. No, no, no."

"Okay, let me put it another way," Optimus vented heavily, "what are you afraid of?"

"The fact that there are cameras all over this van and you're going to be collecting my nude photos and videos to electrocute them?"

"What makes you think I have to have you living in this van to get naked pictures of you?"

"What?"

***

"Okay, okay. I will live in this van, but on one condition. "

"Anything for you."

"I'll bring whoever I want. And I'll sleep with whoever I want."

"What?"

***

"Okay, Prime, joke's done and that's enough," Fowler sighed tiredly. "Where's the van? It's the Pentagon's newest development! Uncle Sam's gonna break my head off if I don't get it back today. "

"You see, Agent Fowler, he's busy right now."

"Yeah," you nodded, confirming Optimus' words.

"What, you turned a secret technology into a van on wheels, like an American backwater? Care to explain that!"

"…Also, Optimus had me there a couple times with his plugs. I wouldn't take an apartment like that back from a tenant. It's got bad energy."

"What?"

***

You opened your eyes. Struggling to find your phone under your pillow, you glanced at the time. 3:04. What the hell were you doing up late last night? It seems like you were dreaming first, and then someone… Grabbed your leg?

You froze. All sensations were heightened to the extreme: indeed, right now, right there in the darkness, someone was slowly running something cold on your ankle. It was as if the bedside monster scary story had become flesh and blood.

Something ribbed wrapped around her leg, slowly stroking it…. Finding the courage, you turned on the flashlight on your phone.

Nothing.

Both feet were under the blanket, warm and cozy. The van remained silent.

"What the hell…" you reprimanded. Fear clung to her soul with slimy tentacles. No one could be inside the van! It was impossible to get in from the outside without a special key. "It's the nerves. It's the nerves. The loneliness is weighing on you."

Turning off the light, you tried to sleep. The minutes flowed lazily, and the darkness was suffocating. Subconsciously you waited for an attack.

Nothing happened. Your tired brain gave the command to shut down, but somewhere between sleep and reality, you felt a touch. Something still as cold and ribbed touched your stomach through the loose fabric of your T-shirt.

Forcing herself to wake up abruptly was impossible. Fear gripped your body. You froze, and didn't even seem to be breathing. How long it lasted, you didn't know, but at some point, your consciousness left you.

***

"What's wrong with this van?"

You stared intently at Agent Fowler and Optimus. Both looked unfazed.

"What are you talking about, sweetheart? It's just a van. Yeah, it's armored, sure, but there's nothing in there to hurt you. You wanted to live, live."

"What do you say, Optimus?"

"I don't know what you mean. If you're scared of being alone, you can move into my compartment."

"Yeah, yeah. The plugs are better than the connector. Still."

"What?"

#optimus prime #reader insert #transformers #optimus #optimus x human #optimus x reader #optimus x you #yandere #transformers prime #dubcon

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just-an-anon-reader · 1 year

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Heya there! I've been loving your blog for a while and I finally came up with the corauge to make a request! ^^ What about the rottmnt boys (Donie, Leo, Raph and Mikey) with a fem!reader that has just this

✨GenZ Energy✨

Like she makes a lot of self depricating jokes and has got dark humor.

I just kinda wanna see how they will react to this kind of reader xd

Also don't forget to take care of yourself and to not overwork! Have a nice day/night! ;)

Random Girlfriend Moments

Summary: The turts do the opposite of laugh

Leo

Invites you for a cuddle sesh in his room. Because he misses you even when you both hung out yesterday.

Heart eyes when he walks in with snacks in hand to you sitting on his bed reading his comic collection.

You caught him grinning. You knew that look.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing, just thinking that my girlfriend is beautiful."

Cheeky

"Really? What does she look like."

Starts high-key comparing you to a pepperoni pizza. Which is low-key high praise coming from him.

He wanted to hear your cute giggle when you get shy, but instead...

"That's her? She sounds ugly. You got some low standards, Leo."

The furrow between his eyebrows when he frowned could almost compete with Raph's. It was cute.

"Not funny."

Donnie

Was pulling his 6th all-nighter, working on a weapon upgrade for his bo-staff.

Worried for your boyfriend, you came over with pizza and calming tea in hand. He didn't even hear you knock.

Completely ignores your efforts to get his attention and eat.

"The beta stage is complete! All that's left is to test out its durability in battle and see its adverse effects on opponents!"

"Why don't you test it on me and get it over with?"

...That got his attention.

"It's going to hurt."

"No pain, no gain."

"What if you collapse?"

"The best sleep of my life."

"Darling, I know this is completely out of my character and I definitely will not be doing this again, but, do you need a hug?"

"I need you to eat and sleep."

"Okay"

Raph

You begged asked him to teach you how to ride a skateboard.

He would've been fine teaching you if you weren't so adamant about learning on the ramp inside the lair

Like, have you SEEN it!?

It DEFINITELY does not pass safety standards.

But you pulled out your trump card...the ✨puppy eyes✨, and he couldn't say no to that.

So now, he was sweating bullets CANONS with how nervous he was with you on top of the ramp.

His brothers sat at the bottom, making bets. Finding the prospect of you falling flat on your face is far more entertaining than playing video games.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

"Stop encouraging her! This is serious!"

"She's gonna be fine."

"Babe, it's gonna be awesome! Who knows, maybe falling on my face might make me prettier."

Let's just say that he refuses to teach you how to skateboard after that.

Mikey

To him, were nothing short of an angel.

Everything little thing about you, he finds so aesthetically pleasing no matter what you said or did.

You would've had bed hair and drool on your chin, and he'd look at you with the anime glitter filter on.

As such, anyone who dares insult your beauty would have to go through him and his razzmatazz. Even you.

"Babe, how are you so pretty?"

"Pretty ugly if you ask me."

Dr. Feelings was more than ready to sit you down and give a 10-hour presentation on how you were not ugly.

"Sweetie it's a joke."

"Oh, are you saying you're a joke now? Well, let's talk about that."

2 hours in and you were already numb from the waist down sitting in one spot.

He wasn't finished though.

Never again...

P.S: Hello everyone~ it's been a while and I'm really sorry about the slow updates. Finals are coming up and I just wanted to take a break and write something fun. So I hope you guys enjoy this short one!!

P.P.S: this is my first time using hdcs and I'm pretty sure I did it wrong -w-

#rise!donnie #rise!leo #rise!mikey #rise!raph #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph

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fruity4lifesanders · 5 months

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Steddie: First Kiss (no UpsideDown Au)

My first attempt at writing a fanfic! Just some steddie first kiss fluff!

Some language.

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These kids were gonna end up being the death of Eddie. Somehow Henderson had figured out his crush on Steve, let it slip to the other youngsters and now they all keep making faces at him everytime they are around Steve.

He was tired of the little shits constantly nagging him to ask Steve out...which is exactly what had happened yet again just a few moments ago, in mike Wheeler's basement of all places.

They had just been taking a break from making character sheets for a new campaign when Steve was brought up...

"jesus- he's like the straightest guy I've ever seen Henderson! I'm NOT gonna ask him out just to get rejected man! Drop it!" Eddie all but yells, getting flustered at just the thought of Steve.

"you don't know that he's straight though." Dustin retorts

Max quickly interjects "I would just like to say that I know for a fact he is NOT 100% straight. I once heard him mumble about Billy being 'too fucking hot for his own good'."

"See!? JUST TELL HIM." dustin is all but begging him at this point.

Eddie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Doesn't matter Henderson. There's no way he's interested."

Dustin sighs, "erica, care to help handle this?" Glancing over towards where she was sitting.

"Do it or you're straight." Is all she says.

"that's really the best you could come up with? Seriously?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Eddie knew he messed up. You don't EVER challenge Erica.

".....plus I'll tell everyone what I found in your room." Erica looks at him deviously. All the other kids turn to look at him, wondering what she found that could be so bad.

He isn't sure what she found or when she was in his room for that matter but if it's what he thinks.....no-he can't take that risk. His street cred and "edgy cool-guy" image would be destroyed.

So here they were in his van, him driving with Dustin in the passenger seat, and the others piled in the back, on their way to see Steve on his shift at Family Video.

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When they get there, Steve's eyes widen and then narrow as he takes in the collection of kids plus Eddie walking in the door, going from surprised to suspicious.

It had been a slow day, no other customers were in the store, and Robin was off hunting another vhs to put in the pass the time when the junky van pulled up outside.

Eddie walks directly up to the counter and looks at Steve, and Steve's confusion grows as Eddie just stands there.

After about a minute , Steve asks "do you need something?" When he gets no reply he looks back at the kids behind Eddie and says "did you guys break him or something?" With a slight smile, but only half joking.

Then suddenly eddie just lunges forward and grabs the front of Steve's uniform vest, pulling him in and- kisses him?

'EDDIE MUNSON IS KISSING ME' is the only thought replaying in Steve's mind, so surprised that he completely forgets to respond in any way, until Eddie starts to back away, an apology already forming on the top of his tongue, at which Steve promptly puts his hands on either side of Eddie's face and pulls him back into another kiss.

Now it's eddies turn to be shocked, but he quickly returns the kiss. They stay like that for a minute before pulling away just enough to look at each other.

From "ewwww" to "Get a room!" To "FINALLY", the kids' responses vary, but neither Steve nor Eddie really hear them, only breaking eye contact after Robin practically appears out of thin air beside Steve and clears her throat.

Eddie quickly lets go of Steve's vest and steve retracts his hands from Eddie's face, both a little flushed.

Steves the first to break the silence between the two,

"so uh, how's 7 o'clock this Friday? I'll pick you up after my shift..." he throws Eddie one of his blinding smiles.

"oh, uh yeah, that sounds great....uhm, see you then I guess..." Eddie replies, still flustered and unsure of what to say.

He ushers the kids out quickly, glancing at Steve on the way out the door, who was just watching Eddie with a big grin on his face.

As the van pulls away, robin and Steve may or may-not have been holding hands, jumping and squealing like middle school girls...

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End.

Tysm for reading if you did! Please feel free to leave tips for writing. Sorry if it wasn't very good quality it's my first (:

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #Btw Erica found a hello Kitty keychain hidden under Eddie's mattress #She was looking for blackmail just in case she ever needed it.#Hello kitty is secretly Eddie's comfort character #first kiss

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