#I'm so tired but I'm freaking DETERMINED to get this out before I work on my essay

[jflashandclash]

Tales From Mount Othrys

Axel: Into the Lion's Maw IV

Axel had a horrifying realization: if they bottlenecked to get into the Labyrinth, they would bottleneck on the way out. He could imagine their meaningless march into a massacre, Kampe shoving each demigod to their death in an orderly fashion.

Upon stepping into the corridor, Axel was pleased to see that Lucille had been right about remaining calm. Kampe was, contrary to the bottleneck visual, an excellent strategist.

There was a massive corridor inside the entrance. Above them stretched a curved lattice of ornamental windows. Their floral and geometric designs were interspersed with white and green mosaics. Leaves and muck obscured parts of the glass, only allowing a few rays into the vast space. Where the light did break through, dust danced lazily in a snowy haze.

This was beautiful. Maybe eerie? But nothing like that horrors he’d come to associate with the Labyrinth. Alabaster said this was a foolish place to enter, that they’d lose a quarter of their army just getting through the maze. Axel rarely questioned Alabaster’s logic in mythological matters, but, seeing this…          

Several giants stood towards the far end of this massive chamber, presumably to lead their eventual charge. Earlier, Luke said the ground around the Zeus’ fist entrance was weak. If they sent the giants in first, they could likely widen that entrance.

Axel lowered his gaze. They didn’t have metros in Belize and, in their short stay in Los Angeles, Santiago always hired private cars. It took him a heartbeat or two to recognize the indents in the floor as tracks for a train. The monsters and demigods crawling in and out of them looked quite comfortable in the abandoned subway station. Axel just hoped no ghost trains came through to make everyone go splat.

Behind him, demigods coming in had a similar gasp of appreciation and relaxation. Someone mumbled, “Wow… so much better than Matthias’ horror game simulation.”

Lucille’s shoulder brushed his as she released his hand. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

Axel huffed out a laugh. “Wish you could show Ethel?”

Lucille gave another weak giggle. She lifted her pilum towards her mouth, the same motion she would normally use to cover it. “Not my ideal romantic outing, but maybe, one—”

“Daughter of Aphrodite,” thundered from the far side of the room. Kampe made the title sound like an insult. Axel almost couldn’t see Kampe amongst all the giants. It was strange seeing them in battle gear. Seeing them made him think of the Triple A Chimera Dance and the horrifying death contraption Matthias had rigged to transport them like weasels in a titan-sized backpack.

Lucille nudged Axel’s shoulder. “Stay close. I need someone I can trust in battle.” The levity vanished. She meant it. Cho, Axel internally swore, was dissidents in Luke’s troops so bad that even Lucille was worried? He swallowed.

Others parted until they were at the lead of the demigods, several lines back from Kampe.

Kampe and the giants were already lumbering forward. The tunnel shook, sending more dust particles cascading into the dim light rays. Their march forward was both deafening and devastatingly wordless. Hundreds of feet of various kind—hooved, scaled, and mammalian—droned into an eerie oppressive din. No one spoke.

This tunnel led to a narrow one with less natural illumination. Well, there was a dim, continuous glimmer ahead of them. The floor seemed to almost… glow. Despite this, various demigods fumbled for lights. The monsters were unbothered by the darkness, but Axel could sense the mounting panic in his fellow soldiers.

His own chest had constricted. This reminded him of the cage matches—

“We’re okay…” Lucille cooed. Axel could see she’d turned to walk backwards, so the demigods would hear her without risking mockery from the monsters.

The fear evaporated. Axel couldn’t be sure if it was Lucille’s charmspeak or… his fingers had reached back to brush the cool metal of the lion helm. He hadn’t consciously meant to touch it, but it felt comforting.

The tunnels snaked, curved, elevated, lowered, and altered from metal to concrete to mud. There were scuffles ahead. Potentially foes that Kampe and the giants extinguished without real resistance.

Despite how Axel hated to admit it, he wished Jack were here. He would have feigned a newscaster, giving everyone live updates in rhyming verse, likely with acoustic or kazoo accompaniment. He could imagine Kampe trying to squash him as he asked her what kind of battle ballad she would want after this victory. If Jack was here, they would have known exactly what was happening ahead when Axel had to grab Lucille’s arm to prevent her from bumping into a Scythian Dracaena.

Axel’s ears perked up and strained forward to hear. There was a disagreement. Kampe hissing, “But, the string says to go this way. This is the most direct route.”

Was the air thinner down here? It was colder. Axel could see puffs of air as it evaporated out of the anonymous metal helmets around him. The demigods’ reverence and obedience to Kampe seemed to ebb with each strained breath in the tunnel. Whatever argument was happening made the demigods apprehensive. He could sense some sort of rising tension in the way they glanced at one another.

“Can you hear them?” Lucille murmured.

Axel parted his lips to answer when someone thundered, “You fool! That could bring the tunnels down upon us!”

And a shriek of pain.

The demigods startled. Axel knew the movement: the nervous shuffle of a herd before it sprinted to panic.

Lucille shifted her pilum into the hand with her shield. She squeezed Axel’s shoulder, or he thought she did through the armor. “Keep everyone calm.”

The light pressure left. Like Lucille was flitting backstage, she slipped amidst the monsters, the plumes of her helmet becoming indistinguishable from horns and tails bobbing in the dull lighting. He could almost envision her pirouetting.

Keep everyone calm.

It’s not like Axel’s little knowledge of Maya magic was fear-based. Or like they mostly knew him from murdering people “for sport.” Or like what Alabaster taught him about the Mist was used to blend into and out of shadows.

Oh, he would be as natural at this as Flynn was at childrearing. He hoped Lucille could settle the dispute quickly.

Whispers of worry wormed their way behind him into a growing, writhing mass. “Hold,” he growled.

They died down. The Dracaena ahead of him jumped.

Yeah, a natural. He couldn’t say something without scaring the monsters, let alone the demigods.

He hoped Lucille realized that directing sword lessons and commanding an army were very different activities. Why did she and Alabaster seem to think he’d be such a natural at it when Pax wouldn’t even listen to him?

Are they different? the helm—was it the helm?—hissed.

No one else reacted. Axel wondered when others could hear the lion’s helm or… or had he just imagined it talking? He reached to feel the cool metal. Whether the lion’s helm or his own thoughts—cho, he was beginning to sound like Jack—it was right: maybe directing sword practice was similar to commanding troops.

And neither one involved freezing up like Pax had pantsed him in front of Aphrodite.

Axel pivoted away from the monsters to face the demigods. “Lucille has gone to confer with Kampe. Take this time to check your equipment. No one wants their first battle tactic to involve tripping on untied shoelaces.”

Nervous laughter. A decrease in tension. Murmurs went from worry to routine: all of these soldiers were used to checking each other’s armor. Axel knew there was comfort in repetition.  

Until one voice spoke up, fluttery and quick.

“The tunnels ahead are too narrow for the monsters to pass. Kampe could start a panic. They’ll trample us.”

Axel didn’t recognize the voice. It was high with a fragile quaver, like Pax when he was acting pathetic to get something from someone.[1]

Everyone stopped checking their armor. The tunnels went quiet. They stared, in unison, to Axel’s side.

A hand clutched his shoulder. This wasn’t the comforting grace of Lucille’s hand, but a shaking, icy pain. Axel swallowed. The speaker had bent his armor by touching him.

Her irises were wide, so wide and such complete discs of blackness; Axel could imagine ink overflowing and dripping down her face. The sclera was more red than white. Dark circles encompassed her eyes. In an insomnia competition between her and Axel, she wouldn’t just win, but make Hypnos beg her to take a break.

Her rags reeked of urine and defecation. Of rot and unattended sweat. Scabs of varied age crusted her arms, neck, and shoulders. With her other hand, she absently picked one open, revealing a glimmer of tainted gold.

Ichor.

“Chris said you could help me,” she whispered. She stood a little taller. “He said you were strong.”

Chris. Chris Rodriguez.

“But you can’t.”

Chris Rodriguez, Matthias and Pax’s close friend.

 “Can you?”

Chris Rodriguez who vanished into the labyrinth.

“You can’t help anyone.”

Chris Rodriguez who went mad.

“My name,” her soprano quavered so violently, it blurred to euphoria, “is Mary.”

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Footnote:

[1] It only worked on Jack.

Jack, “MY BABY NEEDS ME!”

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! And thank you for your patience with me from last weekend! I plan to release next weekend, since I skipped a week, and then resume every-other-week. A job application+school kicked my ass XD Seriously, thank all of you so much for your continued support, likes, and comments. (And artwork, JACE! THE ARTWORK) I appreciate how kind everyone has been as I get my feet back under me and am hoping to respond to asks/tags soon!

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[wileys-russo]

Mearps with a reader who plays on like a local Sunday league football team so literally nothing close to professional, it’s just for fun. But Mary makes every game she can stood with her hood up on the sideline cheering when you so much as touch the ball or like shows off the fact that she’s yours by rolling up to get you from training or something? And you come home and dinners made “because she’s proud of you for training hard”

sunday league II m.earps

"-so are we all just expected to ignore the fact that there's an actual lioness watching us play right now." your teammate breathed out with a shake of her head making you smile.

"yes you are! heads back in the game." you ordered sternly, everyone huddled up for half time taking a water break. "she's like the least judgmental person ever guys we go through this issue every single week, relax." you chuckled as their eyes continued to flicker to your girlfriend on the sidelines.

you'd warned her over and over how intimidating her presence was at your grassroot level sunday league games however forever the proud girlfriend her solution to the problem was to just show up in a hoodie and cover her face as if that helped at all.

the ref calling for everyone to return to the pitch you turned to put your water bottle back, catching her eye as she gave you a toothy grin and a wink. "come on captain you can kiss your girlfriend later." your team mate teased as she grabbed you, dragging you back to the pitch.

though it was hardly the wsl that didn't mean none of you took your games seriously, so up by one you were determined to keep that lead if unable to widen it, shot after shot being blocked as the opposition resorted to a 5 man defensive line.

"lets go 14!" you heard mary call out your number proudly with an encouraging clap as you took another shot but it bounced off the post, kicking the ground in frustration and just waiting for the whistle to blow.

unfortunately for you luck seemed to be on their side. you watched with a defeated sigh as the ball swooshed into the back of your net, not even a minute later reprised by the whistle.

you did your best to build your team back up in a post game huddle, highlighing the positives of the game rather than the negatives and telling them you'd see them all at training on tuesday night. after a bried debrief with your coach he clapped you on the back and you grabbed your bag making your way over to mary.

"hi gorgeous." the older girl smiled sympathetically, opening her arms as you melted into her with a tired sigh. "oi, none of that. you played wonderfully love!" she assured softly as you reached up and tugged at the hood which covered your head.

"your disguise didn't work very well baby, you freaked them all out again." you smiled in amusement. "well i'm not staying away so they better get used to it." mary grinned and nudged your chin up, sweetly kissing your lips before taking your bag off you and pulling you into her side walking the two of you to her car.

"i had to fight off tooney and maya from coming with me you know? imagine if three lionesses came to watch, your team might faint on the pitch." mary teased as you rolled your eyes and she threw your bag in the back, opening your door for you.

"you know i still could-"

"no! i love you so very dearly but we do not need a mary earps masterclass at training." you shook your head but kissed her cheek in thanks anyway, knowing she meant no harm. "you look good as a wag. you know i could get you a spare jersey to wear next time?" you smirked wiggling your eyebrows as she started the car.

"oh my god and if you could sign it for me? i'd simply die i'm just your biggest fan!" mary gushed sarcastically, fanning her face with a sigh as you playfully shoved her head and she started to drive the two of you home.

~

"dinner's already done, go have a shower and i'll dish up." your girlfriend smiled softly, pecking your lips and nodding upstairs. "you're the best." you melted at the thoughtful act of domesticity.

"i know, you're so lucky." mary sighed dramatically as you shoved her. "i'm really proud of you though. my pretty hard working captain." the taller girl smiled much more sincerely as you craned your neck up to press your lips to hers.

"mm if this continues we'll both need a shower. go on love!" she pushed you away, smacking your bum with a wink. "doesn't sound like the worst idea?" you hinted, holding your hand out hopefully as she shook her head.

"later, if you play your cards right." mary smiled suggestively as she returned to the kitchen. "bold of you to hold that over me when its you who has the self control problem earps." you teased her as she flipped you off and you disappeared upstairs.

"you know baby it's just such a shame you're a...striker." mary gagged later on, forcing out the word as you punched her in the arm and continued drying the dishes she handed you.

"some of us like participating in games, not just sitting back in the net being bossy and yelling at everyone." you smirked as your girlfriend dropped the dish she was washing and fixed you with a glare.

within seconds you'd dropped the tea towel, racing off as she charged after you, your laughters filling your space before inevitably she caught you, the keeper taking you down to the floor with a grin.

"i'll show you bossy."

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[zorrasucia]

"Just sleeping and fucking all day," I AM DEAD!!! and i revived just to BEG you to expand on this please i just love them so much 😭

I'm so glad you liked it, Anon! I came up with something but I'm like 90% sure it's not what you were asking for - I aimed to write more smut and it turned into saccharine fluff somehow. I apologize. Rest assured that the next update for this fic is business as usual, very spicy and contains Carmy finally ******* ****** :)

Teach Me Tonight - Deleted Scene 2.0

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] Deleted Scene: [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (1k)

Tags: Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Smut, Virgin!Carmy, Fluff, Miscommunication, Domesticity

"Hey, baby," Carmy mumbled with a smile, rolling over in bed and looking at you with sleepy eyes.

You had padded into the room and leaned over to kiss his neck, waking him up from his third nap of the day. In between, you had fucked - slow and loving, then quick and hard, then a mix of both. You felt tired in the best way - and still somehow you wanted him. But you could wait.

"Shhh. I'm not here for another round," you soothed, moving a lock of hair out of his face. "Got us some pizza," you settled across from him, laying the box between you.

He sat up and ogled you shamelessly. You were wearing jeans and one of his shirts, your nipples showing through the white fabric.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he shook his head and focused on the slice of pizza you handed him instead.

"I mean," you gestured at him, his naked torso and satisfied smirk, "likewise, Carm."

You shared a hungry look while taking a bite of pepperoni. He broke first, looking up at the ceiling, away from you.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"Mmm?" you nudged his leg with your foot.

"You come like two, three times when I can only do one and be just useless..." he blushed, curiosity tinting his skin. "I was just wondering what that was like, if all women were like that."

You smiled. Sometimes you forgot that he was a virgin before you.

"A lot of women can, uh, come multiple times," you explained. "If it's done properly, if you work for it," you cleared your throat. "Some women can't come at all."

"That sounds, uh-" Carmy struggled.

"Miserable?" you supplied and he nodded. "It can be. But sex isn't always about coming, you know? It's about being close and getting to know each other."

Carmy hummed pensively.

Just now, between one round and the next you had fallen asleep still intertwined, spent, his arms around your waist and his softening cock inside you. It was nice, to be so close with zero expectations of it going anywhere.

"What've you learned about me? With sex, I mean," he asked, his blue eyes wide.

"That you're giving, uh, determined, a fast learner," you pondered for a minute while you chewed. "A bit of a control freak but we knew that from before," he chuckled. "And you think you don't deserve good shit, even though you do."

"Pretty spot on," he let out a shaky breath.

You caressed his calf over the bedsheets. It felt strange to be talking about this but it had been a fucking weird day, and discussing orgasms with Carmy while eating pizza fit right in.

"You're a great fuck, Carm," you said softly. "And that takes patience and care and- I love that you want to make me feel good. I do," his gaze was downward and you reached for his hand. "I just don't want you to think you need to be perfect for me here too, you know? There's no pressure."

Carmy nodded and his eyes met yours, he gave you a soft smile.

"Thanks," he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. Then his smile turned mischievous. "Just to be sure, you do like coming though?" he looked for confirmation, head tilted.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Obviously, yeah," you poked at his side and reached for another slice of pizza. "I'm just saying there's no pressure, okay?"

"Okay," he took a big bite of crust. "You didn't answer my question from before," he prompted, raising his eyebrows. "How does it feel?"

"Uh. Well, you don't know how good it's going to be until you're coming. Sometimes it slows down, becomes softer. Or you get halfway through the next and get stuck there," you shrugged. "Sometimes it builds up, becomes more intense each time-"

"Like the last one?" he asked.

You blushed - the memory of him on top of you, his chain dangling near your mouth, his hands holding your wrists above your head, taking up all your thoughts. He had fucked you through your first orgasm until you saw stars and your moans turned into cries of pleasure.

"Exactly like that," you replied bashfully like it wasn't you that had begged him to keep going and fuck you harder.

"How many have you done?" Carmy asked after a while.

"Huh?"

"How many times you've come in a row?" he repeated, that calculating look back on his face. "What's the max?"

"I don't know, five?" you laughed nervously. "I think you're getting the wrong message from this, Carm."

"No, I know," he shook his head. "I was guessing we could start with all that 'no pressure' thing tomorrow. And I think I still have one more round left in me today, so..."

"What the fuck, Carm?" you giggled.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding how flustered you were.

"I'm serious," he said, amusement still showing in his tone. You finally uncovered your face and looked at him. He was smiling but he wasn't joking. "I don't know how to be calm," he explained. "I don't know how to fucking relax and be normal. I never have. Being with you- That's the closest I've come to that," he said softly. You cupped his face tenderly. "But sometimes it gets so crazy that the only thing I know I can do well is make you feel good. That's why I can be a control freak and competitive and insane..."

You shushed him.

"You're fine, baby," you caressed Carmy's shoulders, scooting closer to him. "I love that you're all those things. I just- You push yourself to the limit. You can hurt yourself trying to make everything perfect," your thumb traced the edge of the dark circles around his eyes - all from early mornings and late nights at The Bear. "I don't want to be that for you - another weight, another thing that needs to be perfect."

"You're not," he whispered. "You've never been that, okay?"

"Okay," you sighed and surged forward to kiss him, his face between your palms.

Even after the kiss was over you stayed there, your forehead on his, and your noses touching.

"So," you said after a while, "how about we finish this," you pointed at the pizza, "and watch a movie?"

You had learned that watching a movie with Carmy was shorthand for a nap on the couch since he was always so fucking tired.

He chuckled against your mouth.

"I think I can manage that," he replied, guiding you by the hand to the living room.

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[Part 8]

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@th3h0nkz @faephoria @wadupppp

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[moonstruckme]

hiii! idk if i already requested this because I'm very forgetful but do you think you could do a tasm!peter fic with a bit of hurt/comfort? maybe r's just really burnt out and tired from school and studying and stress? thank u sm <3 i adore your work

No worries dude, you didn't! Thanks sm for requesting <33

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 681 words

Peter sets your coffee down in front of you with a kiss to the top of your head. You raise it to your lips on autopilot, blowing gently. 

“Thanks,” you murmur. 

“No sweat.” His hand lingers on your shoulder. Instead of going back to his video game, he leans down to peer at your laptop screen. “Hey, this isn’t Jane Austen.” 

“No,” you confirm. Ordinarily, this is where you’d think up something witty to say. Like you would know the difference, science geek or I didn’t know you knew how to read words that didn’t end in -ion. You find you don’t have the energy. “I turned in the Austen essay earlier today. This one’s for my Flannery O’Connor class.” 

“What?” Peter’s voice pitches upward excitedly. He tugs your shoulder so you’re facing him, crowding your eyeline. “Baby, that’s amazing! You’re done!”

“I’m not done,” you say, covering your disappointment with a shrug and a small smile. “I still have this essay due by the end of the week.” 

“But you’re done with the Austen one!” Your boyfriend won’t allow his ebullience to be dampened, giving your shoulder a happy squeeze. “You worked on that for days, sweetheart, it must feel so great to have it turned in.”

You take another sip of your coffee, refocusing on the blinking cursor on your screen. Your eyes ache. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

“Hey.” Peter’s hand cuts across your vision, turning your face back towards him. “You deserve to celebrate at least a little, don’t you think? How long do you have until this essay is due?” 

“A couple days.” 

“Sick.” His touch leaves your cheek, and you hear the click of your laptop shutting. “Take the night off.” 

“Peter.” Your sigh is long and heavy. You swear you feel some essential part of you leave with it. “I can’t. I need to get this done.” 

He works his hand between your back and the desk chair, encouraging you out of it. “You’ve got plenty of time to do it,” he reassures you, palm finding its favored spot on the small of your back to guide you towards the sofa. “I felt weird about giving you coffee at night anyways. We’ll switch it out for some tea, get cozy on the couch, just take it easy for the night. You could use a break.” 

You really could, but you’re not sure you can afford one. You cast a glance back toward your laptop, abandoned and beckoning with a cold imperativeness from your desk. “Let me just get this paragraph down…” 

But Peter is determined, setting one hand on each of your shoulders to push you down onto the cushions. “It’ll still be there tomorrow,” he says, sitting next to you and settling you against his side before you can try to get up. He tilts his head as he meets your gaze, brown eyes sharp and more discerning than you think you’re comfortable with. “Look, I wasn’t gonna pull this card, but you’re not acting like yourself. This whole quiet and ghostlike thing is freaking me out.” 

He turns up a corner of his mouth to let you know he’s at least partly joking. You crack a smile in return. Peter pecks your cheek and goes on, encouraged. 

“Just give me tonight, sweetheart. If you wanna go back to Flannery at nine tomorrow morning, I won’t stop you, but give yourself at least a few hours off.” 

You shouldn’t be surprised he’d remembered which class your essay was for, but you are. You suspect that if you looked hard enough, you’d eventually find an encyclopedia your boyfriend has filled with tiny things to remember about you. It’s the only explanation. 

You really are tired. 

“Okay,” you say, and he actually fist-pumps, your favorite dork. “Just let me make the tea, okay? You never steep it long enough.” 

Peter rolls his eyes, smiling as he kisses the skin next to your eye. “Such a perfectionist,” he says fondly. “How about I make us hot chocolate instead, and then you won’t have to worry about it?” 

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[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

i had this thought, how would the 141 react to reader sleepwalking? like, it's nothing extreme, just walking around and scaring the shit out of everyone also i really love your work

Aww thank you! This is funny and I hope I did it justice

The 141 with a reader who sleep walks

Price

The first time it happened he was more confused than scared

He was up late because of reports. Everyone else was asleep as he made he way to the common area to get another cup of coffee

He was tired even with the caffeine and he was super close to calling it quits for the night when you wandered in

“Shouldn’t you be bed?” He wondered but you didn’t answer which made his eyebrows knitted together. “Everything alright?”

"No I don't want vegetables." You say exasperated and he just stares at you extremely confused

He only gets that you're sleep walking when he gets a better look at the daze in your eyes and the way you're not actually looking at anything

He didn't know you were a sleep walker and he's a little concerned about that but his first thing to do was get you back to bed

"Alright, back to bed with you."

He somehow manages to guide you back to your room and get you back to bed without much trouble, and without waking you up

When you're settled, he's immediately forgotten about his work and is looking into ways to help with your sleep walking

Call him worried, but he doesn't want you to get hurt or for this to happen at the wrong times

Ghost

Scared the ever loving shit out of him

He had been asleep for once finally catching up on the lost sleep after he passed out, his body finally unable to take the exhaustion he felt

However, despite how exhausted he was, he was still a somewhat light sleeper so when you wandered into his room he woke up almost immediately to you standing in the middle of his room seemingly staring at him

He jumped, still foggy with sleep before he sent you a glare with a racing heart as he turned the light on

"What are you doing?" He demanded, annoyed that you spooked him

"I'm the star of the show." You said, almost like it was fact which made his eyebrows knit together

"What?"

He only found out that you were sleep walking when Price came into his room a few minutes later and told him as he tried to usher you out of his room

Since then he's locked his door at night but is on the watch for you

You were so embarrassed when the next morning

Soap

Equal parts confused and amused

He was also asleep after a long day of training and recovering from the last mission

He's not that light of a sleep but he's going to wake up when you open his door loudly and start messing with the things in his room

"What're ya doing over there?" He wondered still half asleep as he watched you pick up one of his sketch books.

"This is the best bread I've ever tasted." You sounded so happy about it that he couldn't help but laugh

"Don't think that's bread."

He figured out you were sleep walking when you kept talking about random things and messing with his stuff with unfocused eyes

He sat in his bed just watching you for a bit, trying his hardest not to wake you up with his laughter until he started dozing off and he didn't want you to be sleep walking while he's asleep

"Let's get you to bed."

He managed to get you back in bed and tucked you in, too excited about how he's going to tell you in the morning

Gaz

Poor Gaz he was scared and then in pain

He was dozing off in his room, determined to stay up as he tried to get through a book or something else he wanted to do

He knew it was time to go to bed but he couldn't help himself and assumed that you were feeling the same way when you wandered into his room

He blinked away the bleariness in his eyes and greeted you with a smile

"What's up?" He was ready to spend some time with you but he quickly got unnerved when you stared at him with unfocused eyes. "Hey...?"

He didn't know what to make of it but the stare was freaking him out and he was also worried about you

Were you drugged? Did you have a bad nightmare and now you couldn't speak?

"Hey, what's wrong?" He walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a slight shake

It was enough to wake you up with a gasp before you threw a punch to his cheek

"Ah, fuck!"

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!"

After you gave him an ice pack and explained to him that you sleep walk and that it's better for you to not be woken up he gives out a small laugh

"Good to know."

#simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #mw2 ghost #mw2 soap #mw2 price #mw2 gaz

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Power House AU: I've absolutely loved all the additions and directions people took this post where Danny is captured by the Justice League and I wanted to share my general thoughts on where it would go after that but I'm also lazy so it's just this since I'm tired and don't want to draw.

The JL attempts to interrogate him but fails as Phantom is unresponsive for the majority of the time.

They struggle trying to identify exactly why he isn't responsive considering he has either fully ran from members or quickly attempt to fight them if they try to interact with him.

Somehow, someway, when they're moving Phantom to a new location in the Watch Tower to get a medical check since they're getting worried that after a few days, he's remained the same.

Phantom proceeds to freak the fuck out in the nicest of terms when he's taken to their medical wing and manages to slip out from whoever was taking him.

He's in full panic mode now and he NEEDS to get out even with the suppression cuffs on him so he's dashing blindly in the watch tower.

He manages to make way to the Zeta tubes and somehow manages to make them function and he's teleported away (not Danny's intention, he was just running and it went off at the worst time.)

He doesn't know where he's at on Earth but he's immediately running either way to get away.

Certain members of the League Zeta'd right behind him and are now looking for him.

Danny gets the suppression cuffs and collar and transform right before they can catch him.

They let him leave as they're informed by Batman that they have enough information on him that with a lot of leg work, they may be able to find who he really is since they have now both seen his human and "meta" side of him. Batman does reveal that due to something with biology, they won't be able to find any DNA matches and much of the video recordings of him are difficult to make out even if they're from the Watch Tower.

Danny escapes back to Central City and tries his best to return to a normal college life. He's slightly upset since they managed to pull him away, leaving him little time to study for an upcoming exam.

A few more weeks pass and Batman with the help of Flash manage to find out who Phantom is. A young college student in Central City and is funnily enough working at S.T.A.R. Labs as an intern. Bright future ahead and seems like no one who would have a potential in being a hero/vigilante but digging enough into his past they believe that if anything, it seems like another case of how the Flash came to be except a whole different set of powers.

They decide the best way to get Phantom is to corner him as a civilian in public.

Bart Allen, Hal Jordan, and J'onn J'onzz go as a group of civilians to intervene with Danny as he's leaving one of his campuses buildings.

They make themselves known to Danny and that it would be a mighty bad time to try to fight back or get away as they're all so exposed in public (not really, they're talking alone between some buildings). They make it known that they only want to ask questions and they have concerns about whatever is going on with him (being Phantom, his rogues, fighting the League, clearly fighting alone, etc.)

Danny decides the risk is worth it and tries to make a run for it before even speaking a word to them. Clearly doesn't work out as they expect him to either run or fight them. Barry manages to get to him and place suppression cuffs and collar back on him fairly easily before Danny could transform thanks to super speed.

They're not happy clearly with Danny still not cooperating but it's expected. The three inform Danny that he is now being held by the League until they can determine the best next step.

For the first time, Danny speaks to them and says "You can't do that! Finals are in two weeks! What the fuck am I suppose to do that? It's literally my second final semester!"

It doesn't work and Danny finds himself taken back to the Watch Tower to be once again interrogated. It's back to square one with Danny/Phantom. He isn't responding to any of their questions but this time rather out of a sense of protection of his self and mind, it's out of pure spite. They're making him miss his finals, of course he's going to give them nothing in return.

The most they're able to get out of him at one point is that why should he trust them? Why should he trust heroes who only care about themselves and their image? Even if he's young and inexperienced, he does his job and does it quick and they need to leave him alone.

It's implied he doesn't trust the older heroes in any regard and this is true, they only want to learn how he got his powers, where his rouges are from, and why he fought and ran from the League. Nothing else, nothing more.

Danny/Phantom doesn't trust the League in any regard so why should he even attempt to cooperate?

And that's all I have :)

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 13. just Jungwon

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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(3.1k) written work + SMAU :: warnings: cursing

Jungwon stares blankly at his phone screen. Hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one crazier than the last. Why did you suddenly want to call him? Before he can delude himself further his screen lights up with your incoming call. He only gives himself a split second to smile subconsciously at your contact picture before accepting and placing the phone against his ear.  

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Yang Jungwon, I fucking hate you, you know that?” 

Jungwon sits up slightly at the sheer frustration that drips from your tone, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Me? What did I do? Are you okay?” 

“No. I am not okay you idiot. I miss you and your stupid face and your annoying voice. And you sending me selfies looking cute is not helping. I am trying my very best to be a responsible friend and not take up your time, why are you tempting me you dimpled freak.” 

Jungwon can’t help but burst into laughter, it was entirely absurd, the way you sounded absolutely vexed at the prospect of not being able to see him. Any hint of fatigue from studying had been replaced entirely by an ear splitting grin, his cheeks aching and warm from your admissions. His heart swelled knowing that your time apart had affected you just as much as it had been affecting him. 

“This is not funny! Stop laughing at me you dickhead. I’m gonna hang up just go back to your work,” you whine into the phone and Jungwon can almost picture your scowling face, complete with jutted lips and knit brows. 

“No, don’t hang up. I miss you too Y/N, I wanna hear your voice,” Jungwon pleads between wheezes. 

“No. You heard my voice already and you laughed at it. You lose all Y/N privileges. Get back to studying, you gotta focus,” you gripe crossly. 

“Come on, just a couple more minutes and then I’ll let you go, hm?” Jungwon asks, smiling fondly to himself when you respond with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Alright fine, I guess I can spare you a couple more minutes since you miss me so much. How are you doing, Wonnie? You tired?”

“I'm doing alright, lowkey exhausted. I would be better if I saw you more,” Jungwon admits softly, “All I see are the guys and my textbooks. So I'm kinda going crazy, hence my messages about me dying.” Jungwon huffs, leaning back in his chair to rub at his temples, the dull ache slowly returning again at the thought of his upcoming kinesiology exam. 

“Hmm.. yeah that sounds rough. Have you eaten? Maybe you need some food in your system?”

“Yeah I ate a banana earlier. Everyone in the house has been too busy to cook or go grocery shopping so we’re living off of ramen for the week. It's not too bad though, we switch up the brand so we don't get sick of it.”

Jungwon pauses at the lack of response on your end, hearing only the rustle of you moving around the room. “Y/N? You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m here Jungwon, my bad. Just grabbing a jacket and my shoes. I'm gonna head out for a bit.”

“Oh. Okay, well if you’re busy, we can hang up.” Jungwon offers half heartedly, fiddling with the edge of his papers. 

“Uh. Yeah I'm really sorry Won, I promise I was listening. It's just gonna be a bit loud where I'm going so I don't want to disturb you. I'll make it up to you okay? I missed you a lot and it was nice talking to you, really.” 

“Yeah, you're fine Y/Nnie thanks for calling, I needed it. Be safe when you're out okay? Text me if anything happens.” 

“Mhmmm I will, good luck with studying! You got this! I'll see you soon. Byeee!!” 

Jungwon draws his phone away from his ear slowly, blinking at how abruptly you had left the call. Exhaling slowly, he turns back to his desk, engrossing himself back into his studies.

It isn't until he hears the tell-tale slam of the front door that Jungwon jolts out of his trance. He slid his gaze over to his phone to see that over an hour had passed since you hung up, his screen empty of notifications. Extending his arms above his head, Jungwon stretches slowly, his muscles groaning and popping in protest. 

He’s mid stretch when he hears faint conversation in the kitchen downstairs. Jungwon cocks his head in confusion, zeroing in on the noises outside, he could almost swear that he heard a girl’s voice. Shrugging off his curiosity, Jungwon turns back to his notes, looking over the hastily scribbled diagrams and notation. 

“Jungwonie~” Sunghoon raps on his door, cracking it open to stick his head inside. His eyes bounce around the room until they land on Jungwon, crinkling in a playful smile. “I have a surprise for you~. A very very special visitor-”

Jungwon doesn't even have time to question Sunghoon before he’s pushed aside, causing the door to swing open with him. 

“Oh my god Sunghoon, move. It's just me. Why are you acting like you're fucking Oprah,” you grumble, making your way into Jungwon’s room. 

 Jungwon lights up at the sight of you, arms flying open automatically in invitation, “Y/N! What are you doing here?”. 

“Hey bestie~, a little birdie told me someone missed me,” you chuckle, accepting his hug. Jungwon uses the opportunity to pull you onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. 

“You guys are gross. I’m the one who actually stopped her from leaving without seeing you and you can't even give me the time of day,” Sunghoon sulks, leaving with a theatrical glare, slamming the door behind him.

Jungwon tilts his head at Sunghoon’s words, looking up at you inquisitively for an explanation. 

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair gently, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungwon preens like a feline at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I was just stopping by to drop off some proper food for you and the boys because you said all of you hadn’t eaten well. I ran into Sunghoon on your doorstep on his way out somewhere and he let me in. I wanted to just leave the food and go so I wouldn't distract you but Hoon said you’d want me to say Hi at least.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna just leave without even seeing me,” Jungwon frowns up at you accusingly, his grip on you tightening slightly. 

Your jaw ticks slightly as you struggle to justify your actions. As much as you had wanted to see Jungwon, you thought it would only make things harder. You were right. It felt wrong to act like everything was okay when it felt like your whole world was teetering on your shoulders. 

Your hands stutter slightly in their ministrations against his scalp, sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. With his arms securely wrapped around you and the warmth of his gaze, it was so easy to be lulled into this sense of false security. 

You wanted nothing more than to spill out all of your frustrations and worries. To just cry and let Jungwon wipe your tears, and tell you everything would be okay.

No. Your whole life you’ve disillusioned yourself enough with false promises and hopes, you couldn’t guarantee anything right now. Until you spoke with your father, you had no clue of the seriousness of the whole dating situation. There was a chance that it merely a suggestion, with nothing binding you to going through with it.

You wouldn't burden Jungwon with your superficial issues, not when his eyes already drooped with fatigue, ringed with dark circles as evidence of his late nights. So you swallow back the confessions that threaten to escape from your lips, giving Jungwon an easy smirk and flicking his forehead gently. 

“Well you got to see me, so no point in sulking. I just didn’t want to take up your time, you look enough like a zombie already.” you tease softly, tracing small stars on his neck. 

“Ugh, trust me I feel worse than a zombie,” Jungwon scoffs, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, “If I have to look at another joint ligament or femur I think I’ll actually drop out and become a tik tok dancer or some shit.” 

“Aww poor baby.” You coo at Jungwon teasingly, snickering when he pinches your side in retaliation, mumbling insults against your skin. “Seriously though Jungwon, make sure to get proper rest and eat well okay? I brought some curry for you and some random dishes for the other boys. Don’t stress yourself out, you know the material, you’re gonna do amazing I know you are.”

Jungwon’s response is muffled but you can still pick apart his whispers of thanks and assent to your requests. You look down at his tucked figure fondly, resting your head against his own. 

The comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you let yourself melt against Jungwon, exhaling deeply. Your relief is short lived as your mind soon begins to travel again towards your future with the company and Jaemin. Suddenly Jungwon’s hold feels suffocating, a slight sense of panic settling in your bones as think about the fast approaching changes to your life.

Feeling you tense up, Jungwon lifts his head, scanning your face with searching eyes. “Y/N? What's wrong?” 

Shaking your head dismissively, you smile in what you prayed was a convincing manner. “Just some company shit with my Dad that's stressing me out. I’ll tell you more once I actually know the proper details.” 

Jungwon scrutinizes you, before nodding slowly, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, shaking his arms off of you and sliding off of his lap, “I’m certain. Anyways, I should probably get going, you have to study. Enjoy the food okay?”

“What? No.” Jungwon says incredulously, your arm firmly locked in his grasp, “Stay.”

You huff exasperatedly, “Stay and do what Jungwon, you’re gonna be studying. Plus I’m tired, so I'm gonna head home and take a nap.” 

“You can nap here! Come on, I won’t get distracted by you I swear. I just want you here with me,” Jungwon pouts up at you, slumping in disappointment when you wiggle your arm free of his hold. 

"I fucking hate this cute ass man. He is the literal bane of my existence," you sigh inwardly, giving in as always. You were starting to think Jungwon had cast a spell on you, rendering you unable to refuse him. 

“Alright, fine you win. You can put the fucking pout away, I’ll stay.” You shove his head lightly, walking over to flop onto his bed, wriggling until you’re snug under his duvet. Jungwon’s comforting scent envelops you and you can’t help but inhale it slowly, already feeling the drowsiness tug at your eyelids. 

You peek at Jungwon to find him already staring back at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you get comfortable in his bed. “What?” you ask defensively, flustering under his affectionate gaze.  “Do your work or I’m gonna leave” you threaten and Jungwon raises his hands in surrender, turning back to his work with a barely stifled smile on his face. 

It’s not long before you’re fast asleep, snoring softly into Jungwon’s pillows. Much like Jungwon, you have had numerous sleepless nights since the performance, albeit for entirely different reasons. 

It’s an hour later when Jake quietly comes into Jungwon’s room, eyes widening at the sight of you knocked out in his bed. 

“Yo, I was just coming in to say thank you to Y/N for the food. My bad, I didn’t know she was sleeping, is she good?” Jake whispers. 

Jungwon considers your slumbering form, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation, “Yeah, I’m not sure. I can tell something’s bothering her but she’s not too keen on sharing and I didn’t want to push her. I managed to get her to stay for a bit so hopefully she gets some rest and feels up to talking about it.”

Jake looks at Jungwon’s worried demeanor, the way his eyes are trained on you and can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. “You really like her huh?” 

Startled Jungwon faces Jake with wide eyes, “Y-yeah? I mean she’s a really good friend and we just get each other you know? She's really important to me I guess,” he stammers. 

Jake snorts, shaking his head, “Yeah right, dude you know what I meant. Come on, you two are literally obsessed with each other. When are you gonna make your move bro? You never know who might try and steal her away before you even get your chance.”

“I don’t know hyung.” Jungwon pauses, his jaw clenching slightly at the thought of you with someone other than him. “I do like her a lot, maybe even more than that at this point. But I don’t want to risk anything right now you know? She’s a CEO’s daughter and I’m literally a college student worrying about midterms. I just feel like we’re at such different levels, I want to be able to take care of her,” he frowns. 

“Right now, all she’s been doing is helping me out basically, more than you guys even know. And then she did the whole makeup crew thing and now the food. I’m so so grateful for Y/N and everything she does for me. But every time, it just serves as a reminder that when it comes down to it, I’m not sure I can do the same for her. What can I possibly give her that she doesn’t have? If anything I’m dead weight, and I so badly want to be selfish and just ignore it and make her mine-” Jungwon halts as you shift slightly, he had become so absorbed in venting his feelings that he hadn’t realized his gradually increasing volume. 

Jake and Jungwon hold their breath, eyes bouncing back and forth between each other and your stirring figure before you settle down again, letting out a puff of sleep. 

Relieved, the pair exhale gratefully and Jungwon starts again, his tone lowered to a  discouraged mumble. “Anyways, I’m working on getting the confidence to actually do something. But it’s hard hyung, I’d rather be her friend forever than risk it and not have her at all. She could probably have her pick of the most successful men in Seoul, why would she pick me? I’m just Jungwon.”

“Dude, I get it. I really do. Y/N’s great and that can be daunting, but Won, there’s a reason she’s here in your bed. It’s not like she ever really tries to hide the fact that she’s whipped for you bro. If anything she’s probably holding back because you won’t let her breathe in our direction and then you go on twitter and best-friend zone her because you’re too scared to confess that you like her.” 

Jake smiles encouragingly, “She’s right in front of you Jungwon, don’t let her slip away,” with a final pat on Jungwon’s shoulder, he turns to leave. As Jake shuts the door, he spies Jungwon staring at you quietly, gently brushing away the stray hairs from your face. “Idiots in love I swear,” he laughs to himself. 

Jungwon barely registers the click of the door closing, his focus entirely on the way you lean into his fingers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, snapping a quick picture of you swaddled in his comforters and pillows. 

As his gaze drags over your features, the slight part of your lips as you let out puffs of air, Jungwon’s mind wanders to Jake’s words. If it meant that Jungwon got to see this sight more often, maybe it was worth the risk. 

Jungwon eyes his notes and the clock, weighing the options internally. He sighs as he reaches his decision, not that he had much of a choice anyways when you and his bed looked so enticing. Truthfully, he had already resigned himself to this fate as soon as he had felt the soft flesh of your cheek against his fingers. And so, Jungwon pulls his hoodie over his head, draping it on the back of his chair. Gingerly, he slides into bed next to you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep. 

The dip in the mattress just barely tugs you from your slumber and you look up blearily at Jungwon. “Wonnie?” you slur, voice raspy from lack of use , eyes fighting to stay open.

Jungwon smiles down at you fondly, his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub soothingly against the small of your back. “Go back to sleep baby I’m right here,” he whispers softly, guiding your head back down to rest against his chest.

You're unable to muster anything but a pleased grunt in response, happily curling up against Jungwon, your legs tangling with his. In the comfort of the warmth radiating from Jungwon and the addled state of your sleep-ridden mind, your guard slips and a mumbled confession escapes your lips “Don’t wanna lose this Jungwon.”

Your words are so quiet and jumbled that Jungwon's not entirely sure he even heard them properly. He's given no chance to process them or question you before you’re sound asleep again, drooling slightly on his shirt. He mulls over your words silently, wondering if it had anything to do with what was bothering you that you refused to tell him about. 

“Why is there so much to think about,” Jungwon groans internally, “Fuck it, I give up on trying to make sense of all of this. I’m just gonna focus on passing first. I’m gonna ace my midterms and then I’m gonna figure out how to ask Y/N out without making a fool of myself.” 

With a new, steely determination set in his mind, Jungwon tugs you even closer, finally allowing himself to fully relax into your touch. He brushes a soft kiss against your forehead, making a mental note to tease you for drooling on him later. 

Jungwon’s not sure of the outcome of the changes that loom over the two of you. If he makes his move and it all goes downhill he may never have the chance to hold you like this again. But for now you're here, and having you firmly within his grasp is comforting enough to allow Jungwon’s eyes to flutter close and his mind to finally succumb to sleep. 

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a/n: rip fluff :( my poor stupid oblivious idiots. who's gonna tell jungwon he probably has less than 4 days :////

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[hotluncheddie]

steve finds a battered old copy of the lord of the rings at the thrift store, while he was looking for a gift for robin and he can't help but think that if he read it maybe he could drop a reference or something in conversation, freak out all his nerdy friends. he also half thinks that the surprise might make eddie smile at him, big and wide and so so pretty.

he takes it to the checkout.

steve proceeds to try and read it every night that week, first laying in bed, but he gets the first page open and instantly falls asleep. so he tries reading while sitting on the couch but his mind just seems to wander. wander to kind brown eyes and big silver rings, not that that's anyones business but steves.

so when he gets home from a early shift, the afternoon stretching ahead of him, he's determined to at least make a dent in this stupid fucking book. he sits at the kitchen table, book in front of him and he instantly feel like he's back in school. struggling through the mountain of homework that seems to just get bigger and bigger. the material taking hours to understand and complete, frustration at himself building.

shoving those memories away and forcing his eyes on the text. managing about 30 minutes, he gets a handful of pages in before he has to stop and take a lap of the room. sitting back down he tries to focus again but his brain is just so tired. tired from the day and all the shit he has to read and remember at work. so much so that the words just start to swim. the font too small, the sentences too long and so many new words that he doesn't notice he's skipping over until he gets to the end of the page and realises he hasn't understood a thing! 'why even bother?' he scoffs. tears welling up in his eyes as he slams the book down, standing up, hands fisting his hair.

there's a knock at the door and fuck. steve forget eddie was going to come over to watch movies today and he's here and steves in the middle of a breakdown and this is just great, just great.

huffing a sigh he half tries to make himself look more normal before he's opening the door to the only and last person he wants to see right now.

'stevie? what's wrong?' eddies eyes are big and round and ernest and steve can't help the small bitter laugh that escapes him before he's sniffling again, walking backwards and slumping down on the sofa, head in hands.

'its nothing, I'm fine, its nothing' he says through his fingers, voice muffled and snotty. eddie rests a hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles and says he’ll be right back before shuffling into the kitchen to put the beers he brought away and get steve a glass of water. he spots the book on the table, laying face down with some of the pages folding awkwardly and picks that up too before reentering the room and sitting down close to steve on the sofa.

'whats up?' eddies voice is soft as his hand rests gently on steves knee.

releasing a long suffering sigh steve lifts his head and glares a little at the book, now on the coffee table. 'nothing.. just got reminded of what an idiot i am, not sure how i forgot but'

'you’re not stupid steve' eddie says, firm.

steves reeling, a small growl escaping his throat. 'but i am. i am! i can't even read this stupid book that i know erica has read and she's like 10! i can barely keep up with the paperwork at the store and i just wanted to be in on something, wanted to understand what the fuck anyones ever talking about. understand some of the references your always making, maybe even impress you. but i can't and i never will because I'm a grade A idiot.' steve ends his rant, voice facing out, small. almost as small as he feels.

science stretches a little, steve calming down, going from angry too tired, sad.

‘you were going to read this for me?’ eddie asks, and he sounds a little, shy? steve shifts, finally looking at eddies face where there's a small, sweet smile pulling at his lips.

'i.. i, yeah. wanted to, for you.' steve stutters, blush dusting his cheeks.

eddie shifts closer, taking both of steves hands in his and looking him in the eye, still smiling softly.

'your not an idiot stevie' eddie starts and steve scoffs a little, looking away.

'hey i mean it' eddie ducks back into steves eye-line, squeezing his hands a little. 'your brave and kind and funny and i don't care if you've read a book or not. i like talking to you, hearing what you have to say and what you think. because your not dumb, your great, perfect'. eddie finishes, smiling honest and wide and bright.

steve sniffs again, tears threatening to spill. he's embarrassed but tries to let the words sink in, tries to believe them because eddie said them and eddies his favourite and he knows eddie wouldn't lie to him.

'i can read it to you if you want' eddies shy again but there's a glint in his eye, mischief and steve can't help but smile a little back.

'yeah? you'd do that for me?' he asks, warmth flooding him at the thought.

'shit yeah dude, i've got all the voices down already, your not gonna know what hit ya!' eddie looks at steve, exited, playful. eddie.

'okay, okay. yeah. yes.' steve nods, tangling their fingers together, bumping their knees and grinning. 'lets read it together'

and eddie smile at him, big and wide and so so pretty.

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Hi, lovely!

It's been a while but I hope you're doing okay.

I don't know if you've heard the song "I Wanna Have Your Babies" by Natasha Bedingfield but I had a thought surrounding it.

Imagine seeing your boyfriend take care of your niece and nephew for the first time. They're both basically infatuated with him by the end of the day and honestly, you can't say you blame them - after all, you're in love with the guy.

Anyways, the sight has you imagining him with kids of your own with his eyes and your nose just running all over the place. You're picturing the house you're going to live in after marriage. Hell, you've even begun thinking of the type of wedding you want. And it has you feeling giddy and excited. But you weren't planning to divulge this to your boyfriend. Oh no. You weren't planning to scare him away. So you keep it to yourself. A little secret.

But everytime you think those thoughts, you can't help but pounce on him the moment you're together. He doesn't know why he's getting star treatment but he'll take it.

But one day, he comes home early from work and overhears you say something along the lines of "I could never tell him that! At least not now," whilst laughing. He figures it's nothing but when he walks into the room to greet you, the silence that falls before your friend bursts into laughter and you're rushing to hush them whilst fighting giggles of your own? That has him suspicious.

He asks you about it later that night but you brush it off as "nothing. Just a joke." He's about to press but when you place wet open kisses along his neck and slide your hand to his balls, he lets it slip for that night.

He almost forgets about it entirely but when the same thing happens again with another one of your friends after another babysitting session coincidentally, he decides enough is enough.

As soon as your friend leaves, you climb onto his lap, all giddy. He's tempted to drop it, especially when you flutter those pretty lashes at him and suggest he deserves a treat. But he doesn't.

He asks what you were talking about. And when you act oblivious, he decides to drag it out of you. "Didn't my baby need something?" He'd ask so innocently before rubbing his hand against your (already wet) panties-the friction would have you gasping and whimpering for more.

"You want more hmm? Tell me, what is it you want?" He teases. He knows exactly what you want. He just wants the filthy words to come out of your own mouth. When you beg for him and his fingers, he'd shove one panty-clad digit in, moving nice and slow. Determined to get you off on only one finger and your panties, he ignores all your pleas for more. The closest you get are his other fingers in your mouth.

Just as you're about to climax, everything stops. "Wanna tell me what you were talking about earlier? Hmm?"

You whine your boyfriend's name begging for release. But it doesn't come. "Please, I'm so close. Please." You plead.

"Of course. My baby can have anything. Just tell me what I want to know,"

You let out a long whine. And he cuts you off by curling his finger inside you and suddenly you're whimpering at the movement. That's all it takes to break you. "Was talking 'bout you," you let the words tumble out like nothing as you try to clench yourself around your pantie and his finger. "Told them how hot you are with kids. Driving me insane. Wanna have all your babies. Ah-please please," you begin babbling as he slowly begins his movements, adding an extra finger, "Wanna be your perfect little wifey. Want you to fuck me so good. Please, baby. Give me your babies." The way this man would burn for you is no joke.

He lets you cum over his fingers as promised.

Who would be the type to: - try put a baby in you then and there "I hope you're not tired already because I'm not planing to let you go until our baby is inside of you." - would not do anything until you've discussed it properly - be lowkey freaked out but embrace the idea very soon, especially when he realises how babies are made (it just happens to be one of his favourite pastimes) - none of the above/any other reactions you can think of.

In my head - Sangyeon, Juyeon, and Sunwoo would fuck you nice and slow, making sure every drop of slick went back into your hole, saying it couldn't go to waste? They'd manhandle you into new positions, claiming it'll help get a baby in you.

Though Sunwoo may be prone to mini shock before embracing it.

Hyunjae - would just go absolutely insane just at the image of it. Even if he wanted to give you a minute to think about whether you were ready, he's get off to the idea of getting you pregnant. Either that or he'd take you on the couch then and there. Probably make a few comments about how he needs to breed you so that you can meet your little princess sooner (yes, he's decided it's a girl-seems he's been wanting this for as long as you).

omg it's been over a month I'm so sorry I only got to this now huhu but a few thots from me:

first of all.... WHAT THE FUCK!!!! 😩 the breeding kink in this one is making me go brr 😵‍💫 god I can't get over the story you just gave us and FOR FREE?? ilysm 😭

next, hmm for me in this scenario I feel like:

Will breed you then and there and will not stop until you're knocked up for sure -

Sangyeon, Jacob, Hyunjae

Finds it hot but is worried, would wanna talk about it seriously another time but if you're begging him to fill you up, how can he resist? -

Juyeon, Younghoon, Haknyeon

Not ready to have children anytime soon but for the sake of the breeding fantasy and that you're taking proper measures of safe sex / contraceptives -

Eric, Sunwoo, Changmin, Kevin, Chanhee

#tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz scenarios #kpop smut

[yeonjunszn]

ASAP! — SIXTEEN

PAIRING! mark lee x f!reader

SUMMARY! you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.

MORE! i’m sleepy

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If you were being honest, every day was starting to feel the same. Work seemed to take up so much of your time now, you don’t remember what it was like before being a Zhong Coffee barista. You were starting to feel a bit like a coffee-making zombie. No amount of beauty sleep was revitalizing you.



During your hour lunch, you decided to grab some tteokbokki from the restaurant next door. As you were walking back to the shop, a little bleary eyed, you managed to trip over a stray pebble on the sidewalk.

You were fully prepared to fall flat on your face and drop your poor food on the ground, squeezing your eyes shut to brace yourself for the impact.

However, the fall never came. Instead you were met with a pair of strong hands on your biceps, holding you up.

The guy looking back at you has dark blue hair and a wide smile, helping you stand upright once you’ve regained your footing. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you apologize, sheepishly.

“It’s okay, don’t sweat it. It’s Y/n, right?” He glances at the little name tag on your apron just to be sure, smiling a bit wider.

“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?” You ask with furrowed brows. Now that you think about it, his face looks extremely familiar, like you’ve seen him before. But you’re positive you would’ve remembered seeing somebody with blue hair around the shop.

"I'm a regular customer here. You’ve probably seen me before," he explains. "I'm Hongjoong."

"To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen you before, because obviously I'd remember," you say skeptically. "I think I'd remember someone with bright blue hair."

Hongjoong's smile falls a bit (like you previously), but nevertheless he continues smiling, "Oh, I used to have brighter blue hair. I recently re-dyed it."

You raise an eyebrow. You've also never seen a customer with bright blue hair. Who the hell was this guy and why do you feel like you know him?

Suddenly, another guy approaches the two of you and hands you a cheese danish, "Here."

Staring blankly down at the pastry in your hands, you're even more confused. "Thanks?"

"No problem," he winks at you before walking away. You squint as he walks to the end of the sidewalk, stopping at another guy who's holding more pastries. Freaks.

Hongjoong clears his throat, "So, can I get your digits or something?"

Pursing your lips, you stop and think for a moment. What is it with guys asking you for your number?

You're about to answer when Yeonjun appears out of nowhere and answers for you: "No. She's uncomfortable giving her number out. Now can you leave, Joong? She only has a little bit of time left for her break."

You bow your head silently and make your exit, speed walking back into the shop, where the break room awaits you and your tteokbokki. You just hope you don’t fall asleep before eating.

SIXTEEN — lunch break

PREV! fifteen — pick me choose me

NEXT! seventeen — DONG SICHENG ?

MASTERLIST!

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TAGLIST! @stardusthyuck @erin-calling @tddyhyck @bigheadchen @choiwonder @neozon3nha @sunflowerbebe07 @kissesfrmwonwoo @miyawwn @sserafimez @haechansbbg @lilyidk03 @mowchiie @jaemsrina @jeongintwt @shwizhies

#nct #nct smau #nct social media au #nct socmed au #nct mark x reader #nct mark smau #mark lee x reader #mark lee smau #mark lee social media au #mark x reader #mark smau #mark social media au #yeonjunszn #asap.mark❕

[smol-guppy-wuppy]

Mermaid au info dump time!!!! Not really a properly written thing but rather a rambly mess but hopefully y'all get the gist... This literally only started because of this one time I drew leon as a merman for mermay lol. ALSO!! I AM WORKING ON OTHER CHARACTERS FOR THE FANTASY AU. RN I'M WORKING ON ANOTHER OC AND JILL SO STAY TUNED FOR THAT!

Info dump below!

Quinn and Avery (my other resident evil oc, Quinn's best friend) babysit Sherry because they work for the Berkins (her family) as assistants before their own careers take off (Quinn 21, Avery 19). So they decide to take her to the beach (it's a private one owned by sherry's family/the company they work for idk). And while they're there they're messing around, being loud, and just having fun!

Now some friends down below were also doing something similar and heard the ruckus above. Claire (Leon is already friends with all the main racoon city people at this point, so claire, chris, jill, rebecca) decides to investigate and pokes her head out of the water.

Sherry is the only one who notices her but by the time she points it out to Quinn and Avery, she's gone. So they pay it no mind but Sherry is determined to see what it was so she heads towards the water. A particularly nasty wave knocks her off balance and she gets swept in with a shriek which alerts them.

Upon seeing this, most of the merfolk swim away, afraid of catching more attention than necessary but Leon stays. He ends up securing Sherry just as Quinn dives into the water to get her. So now Quinn sees this strange man under the water who's holding Sherry and they lowkey freak out before Leon just calmly hands her to them. They're like. stunned for a moment but are quick to swim back up with sherry in tow.

After they make sure she's okay, they decide that that was enough beach for the day. Quinn didn't mention what they saw but Sherry raved on about how she saw mermaids while she was under there (Avery assumes it was just her seeing things because of lack of oxygen).

So after they get Sherry home and tell her parents everything, they decide that Sherry isn't going to be around water like that for a while, which Sherry isn't happy about but yeah.

Later when Quinn and Avery go their separate ways, Quinn decides to go back and investigate. They end up calling out in hopes of being heard and thankfully they were! You can see that as art here (leon's design is more updated there)

Upon hearing their calls Leon hesitantly pops out of the water, curious as to why they were back there. Quinn just goes and says they wanted to thank him but also ask a few questions about him and what exactly he was.

So they talk for a while before Quinn has to leave and that goes on for a little while. Them visiting in secret and just chatting and getting to know each other ya know?

But soon Quinn stops visiting and Leon doesn't know why. The reason is that Quinn ends up leaving for school for a while which leaves Leon to think they got tired of him.

But like 6 or so years later, Quinn comes back to that same beach where they met (re4 looks for the characters at this point and leon is a little sad and emo because of some stuff he had to deal with idk what specifically yet but basically the same ol re4 leon just a little less intense lol).

They didn't think Leon would be there but they wanted to relive the nostalgia of being there.

They end up reading on the pier while humming to themselves before they find themselves growing bored. Soon enough they decide to go for a swim and end up stumbling across a small opening in the rocks under the water that they'd never noticed before. It piques their curiosity, so they go and explore. They manage to squeeze themselves through and end up in a cave beautifully illuminated by some kind of bioluminescent algae.

Quinn notices that there are several different pools inside the cave including the one they had arrived from. Upon noticing them, they assume they're each connected to other points of entry. With a spark of curiosity they decide to look around the cave more, but before they can proceed further, a large splash catches their attention.

Their attention shifts to the direction of the noise and they spot a figure emerging from the water. The figure turns and spots them and the two of them immediately freeze.

It's… Leon? (Turns out the cave is his own secret spot he likes to go to in order to be alone with his thoughts)

It's a silent staring contest for a while until he's like. Is that really you? And Quinn is immediately touched that he remembers them while Leon well. He's happy they remember too but also he's really upset that they left for so long without saying anything.

So Quinn goes on to explain that they left for school to be a proper marine biologist and that they wanted to study sea life. But he gets all huffy and is like. I'm literally sea life??? Why couldn't you stay to do that here??? And they have to further explain that. isn't how it works.

Leon is still a bit salty over the situation, but they both eventually come to an understanding. So the visits continue with Quinn promising that they won't be leaving again (at least not without telling him). Eventually the two introduce each other to their friends and stuff and fall in love at some point and yeahhh I'll probably figure out more stuff eventually idk

#leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil fanart #resident evil oc #art stuff #leon kennedy #resident evil au #resident evil art #leon kennedy x oc #leon scott kennedy

[skelemira]

can i get a uhhhhh Grillby telling a tired y/n to get some sleep pwease

Absolutely you can, anon! I freaking love writing these ones, I have a lot of experience telling my friends to go to bed *stares at @lemon-lucid and @queeniesdomain*.

Anyway! Not sure if you wanted it to be romantic or platonic, but I'll try to write it ambiguously where Reader could just be a friend living with Grillby.

Mutual Exhaustion

Grillby wiped down the counter, waving at Sans as he left. With Sans gone, he looked around the empty bar, enjoying the soft jazz floating through the air from the jukebox. He absently noted that it sounded a bit staticky, so he probably should take a look at it later on. Something about the soothing music and the rich colours of the wood he was polishing just exacerbated the exhaustion he was feeling front the long day of work, and he finally set down the rag. It was clean enough, and Sans, despite his supposed laziness, always helped him turn over the chairs and mop. Well... He used his gravity magic to push the mop around, at least. Either way, it meant he could finally go upstairs and spend some time with the cute little human up there.

He locked up and headed upstairs, the thought of maybe watching a movie or playing cards with you spurring him through his exhaustion. Each step felt like walking a mile, but it got easier the closer he got to the door. The closer he got to seeing you.

When he finally pushed open the door, though, his eyes immediately went to you.... and closed with a sigh as he saw you in front of your computer, completely conked out. You tended to be a bit of a workaholic, taking on requests like crazy until you collapsed from exhaustion. Then when you were forced to take a break from work, you would deep clean the entire apartment and claim that it was relaxing for you. But the bags under your eyes told a different story.

The best days were when you both had a day off, and he could wrangle you into actually relaxing with promises of cuddles and snacks and movies.

But right now he had to do his Duty. So as much as he had wanted to spend time with you, he knew that the more important thing right now was getting you to bed.

You jolted awake as Grillby smoothed back your hair, startling him as well, but as soon as recognition sparked in your eyes, you reached up to give him a hug... and missed completely.

You totally misjudged where he was and almost fell flat on your face, but thankfully Grillby was slightly more awake and barely caught you.

Unfortunately, this didn't tip you off to the fact that you were exhausted. Instead, you seemed even more determined to stay awake, even though your eyes weren't totally focusing on him and you practically had a death grip on his arms to keep yourself upright.

When you slow-blinked for so long he thought you actually fell asleep, that's when he decided to just pick you up and carry you to bed. You protested, but your voice was so weak it didn't really do much to help your case.

He set you down on the bed, holding back a chuckle at how you seemed to sink into the mattress for a moment before remembering your protests.

"W...wait, Grillbs... If I'm... If I'm gonna... I'm gonna bed then at least... Let me.. uh.. my.. my glowy... thingy.... work thing."

He raised a fiery eyebrow, desperately trying not to laugh. "Given that you can't even remember the word laptop, I think that's a hard no, bunny. Get some rest." With that, he tucked you in and went to lay down next to you, hoping to keep you from trying to get up to go back to work. Not that you could, of course, seeing as your eyes could barely open. But it wouldn't stop you from trying if he wasn't there.

So he pulled you close and listened to your breathing slow, feeling your delicate heartbeat lull him into a peaceful sleep as well.

Well I hope you liked it anon!! Thank you so much for requesting! And just a reminder that you can make multiple requests!

#undertale #undertale grillby #grillby #grillby x reader #romantic #or #platonic #tired reader #tired Grillby #fanfiction #drabble #writing #Undertale fanfiction #self insert

[hot-take-tournament]

it's finally time to close the book on this

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT:

SHOWDOWN AT HIGH NOON (#15)

Submissions 8, 24, 28, 33, 88, 98, 213, 261, 272, 280

IS PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA GOOD?

[ALL PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT]

Then we never have to talk about this again.

Pre-preliminaries will be used to determine what qualifies as a hot take. Propaganda is encouraged!

Also, remember to reblog your favourite polls for exposure! (exposure like when your exposed to deadly radiation)

YES:

(24)

Pinapple [sic] belongs on pizza.

There are many dishes that mix sweet and savory. Cheese and fruit as found on charcuterie boards is a prime example. What else mixes fruit and cheese? That’s right. Pineapple pizza. The salty savoriness of the cheese blends perfectly with the cooked pineapple, which is less tart than raw fruit. Add bacon, canadian bacon, or chicken for extra deliciousness. You either like pineapple on pizza or you’re a coward.

(28)

Pineapple on pizza is not only good, it’s the best pizza topping there is

Sweet and savory is a godly flavor combo. It hits all the notes at once. It provides the acid and the sweetness to an otherwise very heavy dish

(33)

Adding to the last one I sent [about milk before cereal], "pineapple does not belong on pizza" people are also annoying as fuck

I don't even like pineapple but it's the only pizza my best friend will tolerate and I'm tired of people calling her a freak for it

(98)

Pineapple on pizza is fine.

I work in a pizza place & have to see absolutely fucking horrific monstrosities that people call pizza. Here’s a list of things worse than pineapple that I’ve seen on pizza: any topping that people ask for “extra extra” of (like mushrooms or spinach), fish, nacho cheese sauce, & a mix of beans and salsa

(213)

Pineapple on pizza is fine.

It's not mana from heaven or anything but it's not bad either. The flavors balance out pretty well.

(261)

PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA IS AMAZING!!!

it tastes good and pepperoni fans are just mean to us pineapple on pizza likers.

YES, but –

(272)

i like pineapple on pizza. the ham is the problem

listen i can do meat on pizza. but ham AND pineapple? no. something about that feels unholy. so i pick off the ham so i can enjoy my pineapple pizza. also i am allergic to pineapple. but we persevere

(280)

pineapple pizza is good in america

the sweet and savory combination is just… ough. but most native italian people don’t like the idea of pineapple pizza. why? the answer comes in the difference in tomatoes in italy and the united states. in america, tomatoes are very sour and savory, so pineapple can really do a pizza some favors. however, italian tomatoes, while still savory and tart, are very sweet. putting pineapple on an italian pizza would just be redundant.

(8)

I think people need to stop being so angry about Pineapple on Pizza. Weather [sic] you like it or not isn't a big deal

If we're supposed to 'respect other's opinions' then why do pizza toppings need to start a war? It's really pointless.

(oh... um... sorry dude. guess i'm not helping, am i)

NO:

(88)

pineapple on pizza should be outlawed

disgusting. crime against perfectly good pizza.

i’m RIGHT., i will FIGHT YOU, 🍍+🍕= 🚮

(266)

Pineapple should not be on pizza.

Fruit allergiers, particularly pineapple allergies, are steadily on the rise and this topping will legit kill someone if there's not at least some proper storage.

I work in a pizza place, and have been working with pizza for years. There is NO proper storage for pineapple at most pizza places. It comes from a can and the juice gets on every surface. Same with 90% of other toppings.

If you have a friend who is allergic to pineapple, do not recommend pizza for dinner during hang outs. Opt for anything else.

Pineapple should not be on pizza. The hell fruit should stay out of pizza kitchens.

#hot take tournament #tumblr tournament #tournament poll #tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #unpopular opinion #hot take #hot takes #pineapple #pizza #pineapple on pizza #pre preliminary

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober 2023

Day 1: Waking up to broken wall of blankets [Reader x Qrow Branwen] {RWBY}

A pounding head was nothing new to Qrow, especially since he woke up to frequent hangovers. But having something warm and soft nestled in his arms was more than a little startling. Instead of freaking out however, Qrow just tried remembering what happened last night. This could be some poor chic he picked up while on mission after all.

She, or rather they, wouldn't know what's going on or why their companion was freaking out, right?

Before he could get his mind fully up and running, you woke up and violently shoved away. Knocking yourself clean off the bed and just about dragging Qrow with you. Though part of that was his fault for attempting to cling.

Peeking over the edge of the bed, "You okay there [Name]? I can't smell that bad..."

"We had a fail-safe for this bird brain!"

You were a little salty and aggressive due to being completely rejected by Qrow multiple times, though Ozpin seemed determined to keep the two of you together. It was becoming quite the cruel irony that Qrow of all people was trying to be lighthearted about the situation. Even if you were secretly thrilled to be tucked in his arms like that.

"Oh yeah, that massive wall of blankets you insisted on having." He scratched his chin, "Y'know, since it didn't work..."

"Don't, please." Qrow's eyes followed you around, confused as sin, "Don't get my hopes up like that. You know how I feel about you. And I know how you feel about me. So just don't try to 'fix' it like this. I'll only get hurt that way."

"Sorry." He muttered as you gathered your gear, "I just... I didn't... I wasn't thinking."

"Clearly."

Looking at the blanket fort around himself, Qrow realized he had broken through the wall. He had been the one seeking comfort and human warmth. He was the one wanting you closer. Not the other way around. He couldn't ignore it anymore, but he knew that saying so would hurt you.

He didn't want you getting hurt too. Not like this anyways.

.

"So you just didn't tell them?" Glenda frowned, "You do know Oz is trying to help you after what happened, right?"

Qrow didn't answer, growling softly from behind his flask. He didn't want help, he was a wreck. This wasn't something anyone could fix or make him any less of a failure than he is.

"You can't just ignore this forever. They genuinely-"

"They'll move on." Qrow snapped, "It's not like I wanted it to go that way! But I don't need them around alright."

The way Glenda's eyes flashed over Qrow's shoulder told him exactly what he didn't want to know. You had walked in, and only heard the last thing he just said. This was going to be a pain to deal with... especially on the next mission in a couple days.

.

Would Qrow ever get tired of waking up with a splitting, hangover headache? He knew he should, but for a few hours he could forget... everything.

Well, almost everything. The warm figure in his arms made him painfully aware of how lonely he truly felt.

How easy it would be to let you in his life permanently.

This time, you only groaned as you sat up. It was getting old, you would just have to tell Oz you couldn't work with Qrow like this anymore. No matter how well you two worked together in the field, your heart couldn't take this much longer.

"[Name], I'm sorry." You barely turned, apologies from Qrow weren't normal but you weren't in a good mood, "I keep drunkenly breaking through your blanket walls. It's just me being an a$$hole, ignoring my own feelings, and hurting you in the process."

You paused with the straps of your weapon holster, "Who are you and what have you done with Qrow Branwen?"

"It was what I was talking about with Glenda a few days ago." Qrow couldn't face you, instead just getting dressed, "I know you haven't said anything about what you heard, but I didn't... I wasn't trying to say it as bad as it sounded. It was more frustration at Oz. Assigning us like this all the time."

Going back to your gear, "You won't have to worry about that too much longer. I'm going to ask Oz to stop."

"That's not what I meant!"

"But you don't need anyone, right?"

Qrow slumped forward, "Maybe it's not about need, but I clearly want you around. I keep breaking through your blanket walls to cuddle you after all. So..."

"You never asked anyone out before, have you?" You couldn't help but smirk over this, "Or maybe you're just smoother when you're drunk."

He couldn't do more than stutter, this situation wasn't ideal but at least you didn't seem mad at him anymore. Though this would take some getting used to, that was certain.

#x reader #rwby #rwby x reader #rwby qrow #qrow x reader #x qrow #qrow branwen #qrow rwby #flufftober 2023

[oddree13]

Steddie at the Crossroads

Last night on the Steddie HOM Server, @originalbooktheif had the wonderful idea to suggest an AU where Eddie tries to sell his soul to get Corroded Coffin a breakthrough but when he summons the devil it's none other than Steve fucking Harrington. This is the result of an unhinged discussion between @originalbooktheif, myself, and @lurkinmerkin

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After everything happens in season 4 Eddie is tired. He's tired and he wants to get out of Hawkins. He figures if everyone thinks he’s a satanic devil worshipper despite the government coverup he might as well try it out. 

He drives his van to a crossroads outside of Hawkins and buries a few items into the ground - one of the graffitied missing posters Wayne had mistakenly hung up, his guitar pick necklace, and he couldn’t find a cat bone so he settled for a chicken bone from his dinner a few nights ago. 

Eddie buries the box and waits. He feels like an idiot as he paces, grateful that no one is around to see him. He’s about to start walking back to his van when he turns and sees King Steve™️ - gap jeans, polos, and devil horns peeking out from his infamous hair. He's so startled he trips on his feet and lands in the dirt.

"Really Munson? All the way out here? Not the intersection of Maple and Roosevelt?"

Eddie looks utterly confused and disappointed while Steve is just pissed he's been summoned to a crossroad way outside of Loch Nora. He wonders if this is some sort of trick. Jason and his lot are usually going on about how the devil shows you what you want to see and sure preppy and mean is his type but Steve Harrington is not what Eddie thought the devil would look like.

"At least you have your van. Given the circumstances, I'm at least taking a ride. Soul to be determined. So what are we asking for?" He wonders, as Eddie just stares at his newest friend in bewilderment. "Oh c'mon please don't tell me you did this for like a dare! Zazy is going to be up my ass even more," Steve grumbles. 

Eddie's not sure what to think but for some reason, he's compelled to ask if Zazy his dad. Which makes Steve laugh. 

"Absolutely not. Lucifer is too busy fucking fallen angels to remember I exist. Hawkins isn’t on his radar, trust me. No, Azazel is one of my - cousins I think is the closest human equivalent - thank goodness he's not my dad."

"But you're not Steve. You just look like him," Eddie stammers, and Steve just walks over to him and crouches down to look Eddie in the eye. 

"Sorry to disappoint you there. Samyaza is my real name but Steve is way easier on Earth. Are we going to ask questions all night or are going to ask me for what you want? Probably not going to give it to you seeing as you’ve already gone through hell and back.” Eddie hates how pleased Steve seems as his own joke. 

“Wait, no, that’s not how this works. I bury the items, I offer you my soul, and you give me what I want!” Eddie argues, finally getting up, frustrated that even now Steve in condescending to him. 

“Eddie that seems like a lack of agency in my role. We demons may be loose about a lot of things, but consent isn’t one of them. Free will is highly prized.” The smile that crosses Steve’s face is both cocky and feral and Eddie hates how he’s turned on by it. He really is a freak. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll see if it’s worth the trade.”

“I want the band to take off. I want Corroded Coffin to get its break and take me far from here. I don’t care what it costs.” Eddie hates the face Steve is making mainly because he can’t read it. The demon flicks his hand and a piece of paper appears and he scans it over. “I need to run some numbers. Ever since the stuff with the upside-down happened hell’s been a little bit in shambles.”

And doesn’t that just floor Eddie? He thought surely that the upside-down was proof of some sort of hell and that Steve’s involvement and survival are proof before him but that doesn’t seem to be the case. 

“Look you can ask all your questions on the ride home. I assume you’re driving.”

“Can’t you like teleport or something?”

“Does this look like Star Trek to you? Get your offering out of the ground and let’s go.”

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On the ride back to Hawkins Eddie learns the following.

King Steve™️ is a demonic long con that is now completely in the trash due to the Upside Down. 

He’s not in Hawkins to actually kill anyone (his dad has guys for that), just cause chaos and debauchery. It started first with his “parents”. Get the head of Harrington Industries to settle down in suburbia to placate his wife while amassing money and influencing elections in a swing state. Steve left to his own devices just made chaos where he could. His mission was simple, corrupt a small town that would cause a domino effect across the American heartland. All he had to do was slowly deflowering the virgins, tease the closeted gays, reinforce the school hierarchy, depressing wages. He titillated the housewives as a lifeguard, and got them to vote for Reagan, etcetera, etcetera. He helped get the mayor elected which resulted in Starcourt, a shrine to capitalism. 

He was so close to his goal. Nancy Wheeler was right near the end of his list when he finds himself squaring off with some flower-faced alien motherfucker and he’s left reeling. Steve’s seen a lot. Hellhounds, demons that resemble eldritch horrors, and some of Hell’s finest torture sessions but what the hell is a Demogorgon?!

He has to reassess his whole plan. No one was really meant to die directly on his watch, and he feels something odd in himself when he attends Barb’s funeral. He doesn’t mind the lying or the coverup, more that he actually liked Barb. Sure she was an obstacle in the Nancy plan but he knew a part of Barb could sense him. She wasn’t fooled by his veneer and he respected that. He thinks what bothers him isn’t guilt, but annoyance that he should have known better, sensed something.

Steve tries to continue his mission but then the Halloween party happens and Nancy dumps him. For the first time, it hurts that someone doesn't like him and he doesn't understand why. He chalks it up again to not wanting to be a failure and tries to get back on track. But before he can do that Henderson crashes into his life and Steve cannot let that kid die. It isn’t a part of the plan. And as time goes on Steve takes to Dustin like he was his own minion. He’s not even annoyed that he can’t even figure out a good way to corrupt Henderson and it almost feels wrong too. 

At this point, Eddie has to interrupt and ask if the Party knows. 

“Of course they do. After everything that’s happened, they really aren’t that surprised.”

Steve explains that the party discovered his true nature after the Starcourt incident. There were hints beforehand, and Max has to ask if Billy was his doing. 

Steve explains that Billy’s run-in with the upside-down was a coincidence and actually caused a lot of confusion. But no, Billy Hargrove’s asshole propensity was just fueled by Azazel who got the sweet job of running around California. He only visited Hawkins periodically to check on Billy, and Steve doesn’t realize that until Billy and him are fighting. After all, Steve did love the chance to knock down one of Zazy’s pawns. 

But he leaves it alone after, just warning his cousin to keep Billy out of the kids' way, and Azazel reluctantly agrees. His cousin only resurfaces when he senses Billy’s death and finds Hawkins in more chaos than he left it in. 

“You should’ve reported this to Hell, Steve!”

“I've been busy at the ice cream shop!"

"How is that integral to your mission?!"

"Fueling capitalism, tooth decay, and creating naval fantasies Zazy!" Zazy pictures Steve in his Scoops Uniform, his ram horns on display enticing customers saying 'Ahoy matey! Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?' He doesn't buy it. 

Eddie listens to all this but doesn't understand why Steve is still in Hawkins. 

"Well, that's complicated. You see no one knows what the upside-down is and no one wants to deal with it. Plus plenty of people are willing to make deals now that a hell of sorts has opened up," he mumbles, but Eddie just looks over and sees through Steve's excuse.

"You can just say you like it here. I won't tell a soul." Eddie finds his words hilarious. Almost as hilarious as the pout on Steve's face. 

They sit in the parking lot of Eddie's temporary hotel room and he keeps asking questions. 

Yes, Steve was insulted by Jason Carver claiming Vecna's curse as devilry. And yes, he hated that the man managed a mob before Steve could.

No, he had nothing to do with Chrissy. 

Yes, he definitely was the cause of Eddie's influx of customers in 1985. 

Yes, Robin knows and likes it when Steve tells her the dirty secrets of everyone who comes into the family video. She has a running list of all the Regan voters so she can be vicious with late fees. She also takes advantage of Steve's abilities to know when it's safe to flirt with girls. 

No, he hasn't enchanted anyone in the group though he fondly calls Robin his little familiar which bothers her. He admits Azazel wanted him to but Steve put his foot down. Though after a very dumb argument with Jonathan he toys with the idea that he should make Robin seduce Nancy away from him. 

Eddie then repeats his offer from earlier. “You never told me whether you’d take it. My soul for fame. I’m sure you’ve made plenty of those over the years.”

Steve admits that he has but can’t bring himself to do that to Eddie. “I don’t think you get what that means. And I sort of like you too much to do that to you.”

“Aww, you like me, Stevie. That’s embarrassing.” Eddie expects Steve to blush or just brush it off. But instead, he sees a flash of Steve’s inhuman eyes and wonders if he crossed a line. But then he remembers something Steve mentioned earlier in the night. Steve Harrington collects virginities. 

“Then what would my virginity get me?” he asks.  Now there isn’t a flash of inhumanity, but steady eyes that lock onto Eddie’s and make him shiver. He hates that he might prove Jason Carver right if he sleeps with the devil, but judging by the way Steve’s staring at him, Eddie thinks it’ll be worth it. 

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[glassofspoiledmilk]

Going gold | Yuri P.

Chapter 5, the movie | TW: language

spent the next three hours conditioning. I can tell my quads got a lot better just from that, and I'm excited to try them on ice. I got all my things together and walked back to lilias. Yuri had left about an hour before me, the cold air felt good after a long workout. When I got back to the house, i heard like love-y old Russian music playing from the kitchen. When I walked by I saw Lilia was in there cooking something that smelled amazing. I walked past her and up to my room, where I saw Yuri. I stopped in my tracks. He had just gotten out of the shower and only had on a towel around his waist with his hair slicked back. My cheeks started to burn red. He limitedly stopped when he saw me and started freaking out.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT GO AWAY" he screamed.

"Sorry.." I said as I awkwardly walked into my room. I gulped at I walk into my room trying to process what I just saw. I grabbed a comfy pair of pajamas and went to take a shower, but I couldn't get that image of Yuri out of my head. I finished my shower and went downstairs for dinner. Lilia had made piroshkis for dinner! I sat down next to Yuri at the table and started eating. We sat in a really awkward silence like we always did. After that I went back up to my room and about 15 minutes later someone knocked on my door. I went to open it and saw Yuri.

"Do you still wanna watch that movie or no?" He asked.

"Yea of course I do" I replied.

I grabbed all of my fluffy blankets and brought them into his room. He had pictures of his cat everywhere, you would've thought his room was a fricken shrine. I sat down on his bed and he turned on his TV.

"So we're gonna watch that stupid movie you suggested earlier?" He asked lightheartedly.

"Yeah I guess, and it's not stupid it's actually a good movie" I huff.

"whatever you say princess" he added sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but blush a little.

"Is this the one," he said as he pulled the movie up on some random streaming service.

"Yup" I said, getting comfortable. He pressed play and the movie started. I couldn't help but feel awkward, something felt weird. I felt really warm, and I couldn't fully relax or calm down. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes.

" getting tired already?" He said playfully.

"Um no actually, I'm just trying to get comfortable" I said with attitude.

"Alright" he adds. As the movie goes on I start to relax more. I'm cuddled up to a pillow and Yuri is laying on his back next to me.

"Hey yuri?" I ask.

"What's up?" He adds.

"Why did you want to watch a movie with me?" I question.

"Oh, because Lilia told me I should get to know you better or something stupid like that" he said carelessly.

I felt my stomach drop, I didn't know what answer I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.

I felt uncomfortable for the rest of the movie. Once it was over I said Goodnight to Yuri and walked into my room. I sat down and almost started crying. I ran to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, I need to get it together. Who cares if Yuri only talked to me because Lilia wanted him too? I'm so much better than his lame ass. I decided to do a calming face mask ( at 11:00 at night ) to help me relax. It actually helped a lot, but I couldn't figure out what else was wrong. It made my stomach feel off, but I decided that I should just sleep it off and get some rest.

I woke up the next morning determined to distance myself from Yuri and focus completely on my training. We leave for Paris in less than a week and I need to be in top shape. In our morning dance classes I worked extra hard to impress lilia, and it worked. She was very proud of  how far I've come within only a few weeks. Then we went to on ice practice and i absolutely crushed my short and free program and left Yuri speechless.

Yakov asked me if I wanted to add anymore quads in and I said yes. My new jumps will be Quad flip-triple toe, Quad lutz, triple Axel, Quad sal, and a Quad toe-Triple loop combo. Yakov asked me to do them, and I did, it wasn't as hard as I initially thought it would be.

As I walked passed Yuri, i gave him a smug look. 

He looked back at me with a confused, and annoyed expression.

I went home that day ecstatic.

I was still pissed off about yuri, but I was so proud of myself for landing all those quads so I decided to reward myself by going and getting my nails done. I texted Mila to see if she wanted to go with me and she said yes. I put on a cute outfit and touched up my makeup a little before heading out. When I walked out of my room I saw Yuri standing outside.

"Where the hell are you going" he said looking me up and down.

"None of your business, and since when do you care" I said giving him a cold side eye.

"What's is your problem? You've been such a bitch all day! You ignore me, give me snarky responses, and give me weird looks whenever you get the chance!" He exclaimed.

"Why would you care!" I say, aggravated.

He gives me a disappointed look and walks away.

I continued on my way to the nail salon.

"OMG hey Y/N!!! I feel like I haven't seen you in years!" Mila said hugging me tight.

We walked into the nail salon and got mani pedis. One of the workers directed us to two chairs in the back and we sat down.

"So, anything interesting happen lately?" Mila asked.

"Not really, Yuri was being a real asshole yesterday tho" I added.

"I swear he's always being such a bitch, what happened?" She asked.

"He invited me to watch a movie with him and I thought he wanted to hang out and like become closer or whatever, but no he only did it because Lilia told him too!" I said annoyed.

" it's Yuri what did you expect? He'll do whatever Lilia tells him just so she dosent kill him" She laughed.

"I don't know I just thought he maybe actually wanted to hang out with me"I said shyly.

"Hmmmm I'm kinda sensing that you like him" she said smirking at me.

"I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT !!" I said loudly.

"That only further proves my point" she laughed as I pouted.

But there was no way I liked Yuri Plisetsky, there's no way I could ever like an asshole like him.

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