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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Part 4 of First Times with Larissa please :)

Hey there @tahliama !! Of course, how could I refuse 😉

First Times Ch 4: We Interrupt this Program… ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Sorceress!Reader

Here’s First Times Part 4! This chapter highlights how checking in with your partner is important, also talking about labels 💞 Smut to come in future chapters, but this one is mainly angst and fluff! PSA: it’s ok to have anxiety about things related to sex, especially if you’re a virgin. Not professional advice: but it’s always good to talk to someone, like your partner or a close person you trust ♥️

Link to Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch5

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, masturbation, anxiety, implied anxiety attacks, overwhelmed!reader, angst, little fluff, implied mommy kink, mistress kink, pet names, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

After your soothing bath with Larissa, you returned to your room. Your mind was still spinning at your situation. It was surreal.

Who would have thought that you would be with Larissa Weems…??

Everything was everywhere all at once… To be clear, you weren’t against a relationship with Larissa, after all you were of age. But she was a stunning goddes… and you were an inexperienced teenager… it was all fucking crazy.

And then there was the fact of your apparent mommy kink…?!?

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“Baby, be a good girl and take off mommy’s knickers for her…” Larissa moaned out in need, stopping you in the middle of you teasing her thighs.

Your breath hitched. Larissa’s eyes widened at her slip of the tongue.

“Yes… mommy…” you whispered, hooking your knickers with your teeth and taking them off.

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You knew that Larissa hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but it just felt so natural…

You winced to yourself at the embarrassing idea of Larissa discussing that at your next rendezvous.

But the same puzzling thought ruminates in your mind the rest of the day…

Why would Larissa pick you…?

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The entire week, your mind was working in overdrive around Larissa and your relationship. It was all you could think about.

Passing glances in the hallway with the blonde principal seemed like way more than they used to…

Little comments sent your mind further down the gutter…

Light touches sent your body into aching heat…

An aching heat which you would rush back to your dorm to relieve with your own shaky hands. You’d slam your dorm room door shut, not bothering to lock it, simply collapsing against it and snaking your hand past your knickers and into your soaked cunt.

God, that woman had such an effect on you…

You’d slam your head against the door in pleasure as you came around your fingers at the thought of the tall blonde. You’d then take a few moments to catch your breath, and then it was back to your daily schedule of classes.

Your week ended with an especially challenging Friday, leaving you worn out and even more anxious over the upcoming rendezvous tomorrow with the one and only Larissa Weems. You couldn’t wait any longer. Not even one night.

And that’s how you found yourself, knocking on Larissa’s office doors at 9:43pm on that Friday…

You entered her office with her word and took a deep breath. Larissa looked up from her work and her face lit up.

“Oh Darling…! What a pleasant surprise!” Her silky voice exclaimed.

You closed the door, while she indicated for you to sit. You did so. It didn’t take long for Larissa to notice your off demeanor and for her face to change quite quickly.

“What’s the matter, love?” She gently asked.

Your head rushed with anxious ramblings and your face went bright red.

“I… What are we…?” You spoke in a whisper.

Larissa pursed her lips.

“What do you want us to be…?”

You finally looked up to meet her gaze. Her eyes glistened with vulnerability.

“I— I don’t know…”

“Is this about the ‘mommy’ thing, Darling…? Because I sincerely apologized if that made you uncomfortable…” Larissa gently asked you.

“Yes—No… not really. It didn’t feel wrong, but it also didn’t feel right. It just got me thinking… And I can’t stop. I need to know what we are…”

“I understand that. Labels can provide safety and understanding in any relationship.”

You nodded, looking back at the ground.

“What would you like to be…?” She repeated.

You looked up once more, your feelings caught in yo ur throat.

“Yours…” you whispered.

Larissa gulped.

“Perhaps you’d be interested in a mistress/servant relationship…?” She gently offered, deflecting your vulnerable admittance.

“What is that…?”

“I’d be your mistress and you’d do what I tell you. It’s a type of power dynamic. Would that be the label your comfortable with?” She explained and asked.

Your eyes lit up with some hope at her words. You bit your lip and nodded.

“Yes… that sounds good, thank you.” You whimpered.

“Thank you, mistress…” Larissa lightly teased, making you giggle lightly.

Larissa then got up from her chair and came over to you, cupping your face and pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“Would you prefer to skip tomorrow, Darling…?” She asked, searching your eyes for any hesitancy.

You sighed, feeling like you were able for the first time this whole week.

“No, mistress. But maybe we can do something a little less intense…?”

“Of course, Sweet girl…” Larissa purred, “Now go get some sleep, you look exhausted, Darling…”

One final peck on your lips and you were off to bed for the night. And that night, you slept better than you had in weeks.

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Ch 5 with new experiences… linked here 🤭

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Dark Corners : Clandestine F*cks [Avenger! Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (20) A bowling night with some of the team turns sexy when you just.can't.wait.until.later. (w/c 2.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Anal play. Public sex.

Wanda’s breathless laugh made you grin as she doubled over in the passenger seat, tears forming in her eyes.

“The ‘yoghurt’ on Rogers chevy was you?” she choked, before releasing another howl of laughter. “Technically it was Loki.” You smirked, watching the road as Wanda’s hands covered her eyes. “Oh my god...I can’t breathe” she gasped, falling back against the headrest. “You guys are too much.” “Oh, I meant to tell you – remember when you had to leave me outside the restaurant, when Loki and Megan were on their ‘date’?” You wrinkled your nose, the necessity of her name making you wince. Wanda nodded in expectation. “Well, I may have accidentally ended up inside...and he may have cast an enchantment in the restaurant and fucked me on the bar. And you-know-who was just sitting there.” Wanda screeched, bouncing on her seat.

You pulled up to the red light, giving a quick wave to Scott driving the car resting next to yours.

A glimpse of Loki was visible in the back of his Ford Focus, squeezed awkwardly between Thor and Banner with a token frown fixed on his beautiful features. Rogers fiddled with the radio up front, concentration etched across his face

Bowling night was off to an auspicious start. When you arrived in the car park, Wanda wrung some more tawdry details from you before it really was time to go. The men were already sitting at the bowling lane, decked out in blue and red striped shoes. Loki was lacing his slowly in disgust. “This really is the peak of Midgardian absurdity…” he muttered, as Thor inspected the bowling balls with precision. He lifted the heaviest he could find, jostling it between his palms like an apple. “Come brother, get into the spirit of it. We are here at my suggestion, after all. My very favourite bowling alley.” he slapped Loki hard on the shoulder. “You may even enjoy yourself!” Thor boomed, as Loki’s eyes rose to see you and Wanda coming into view. “I’m sure I will.” he murmured, as Thor followed the line of his gaze with growing anxiety.

“Brother, no…” he hissed, sliding beside Loki on the bench. “No carnal shenanigans this night, I beg of you. Rogers is on high alert after your insubordination in the motorised carriage.” Loki snorted, uncrossing his legs and regarding his shoes with disdain.

“I simply informed him that no one enjoys listening to his ridiculous guided meditations, especially when there is no escape.” Loki said plainly, enjoying the grimace on his brother’s face. “You must admit brother, they are appalling. His voice is certainly not conducive to the art. Nor is his chosen content. Patriotic mindfulness, indeed…” Loki shook his head. “Clandestinerinos...” Wanda murmured covertly in greeting, pointing her hands in a ninja pose and winking at Loki as he rolled his eyes. “Subtle, Maximoff” he muttered, standing and pushing up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. You watched his forearms come into view, the thick ropes of muscle bulging under his taunt skin. Automatically, your thighs squeezed together. Loki smiled. Nothing got past him.

Rogers appeared to your side, brandishing a tray of drinks atop his palm. “Are we doing teams? Or man on man? Woman. Man on woman...sorry” he nodded to you and Wanda. “Can’t beat a bit of man on woman” Wanda quipped, wriggling her fingers over the bowling balls as she made her selection. Steve rolled his eyes. “Gee willikers, can we have one wholesome outing that doesn’t end up in the gutter?” he rued, handing out plastic cups of beer. Loki declined, summoning a steaming mug of Asgardian tea. “I vote for an individual approach” he purred, smirking at Steve before sipping his beverage. “Teamwork is all fine and good for daylight hours, but when it comes to evening pursuits...a little healthy competition is to be encouraged. Don’t you agree, Rogers?” Steve looked suspiciously at Loki, wondering if he was trying to lure him into one of his complex innuendos that Rogers never quite understood. “Sure...” he muttered, waving towards the screen. “Can someone put in the names?” Thirty minutes later, the chaotic roars of the off-duty Avengers had drawn crowds as Loki’s ‘healthy competition’ made a scene. A light draft came from the perfectly shaped hole in the roof thanks to an overenthusiastic throw from the god of thunder. Banner's neck had turned an alarming shade of green when he had missed his third attempt to hit the skittles in a row. Scott was winning. An untenable situation which had to be rectified as Steve approached the balls, selecting one to take down the final skittle for a half strike. The alley manager stood with his arms folded at the edge of the crowd, observing through slatted eyes. “Rogers you shall NEVER hit that valiant warrior pin...as Borr as my witness” Thor yelled, sloshing beer on the floor as he slapped his thigh. Rogers approached the centre of the lane with all the determination of facing a foe, raising the ball in front of his set jaw. He cast an arm backwards, a rip tearing in the lining of his tight t-shirt. The crowd gasped, a gaggle of teen girls squealing as he let the ball roll free. It sped lightning fast down the lane, veering to the side and into the gutter with a loud clatter. Oooooooo, some of the crowd hummed in disappointment, while jeers rolled from those supporting their selected champion. “I had it!” Steve huffed, his cheeks pink with frustration. “My finger got stuck in the goshdarned hole.” “Uh-oh” Wanda smirked, patting his shoulder, “that’s never fun for anyone. You might need to work her up a bit more next time.” Steve frowned. “That’s rich, coming from you-” he spat, pouting in his seat. “Everyone can see you cheating with your powers...” Loki was enjoying all this immensely, letting himself slip down the leaderboard as he reduced the interest of his part within the madness. He had noticed you doing the same, your eyes flickering towards him with increasing intensity, making his cock twitch.

“I’m going to the bar, brother…” he murmured to Thor, who dismissed him with a wave; leaning forward as he focused on catching out the accused.

The dark god stood gracefully, slipping subtlety to the side past the crowd with polite apologies. You circled around in the opposite direction, casting a look around the strangely empty arcade. Every customer was crowded around lane six, it seemed, as you heard another roar shake the air. “Cheater.” you heard Rogers thunder, as the crowd booed their disapproval of his observation.

Loki was leaning against an archway across the arcade, the emergency exit light illuminating his flawless bone structure in the atmospheric gloom. His hair was tucked behind his ears, allowing no mercy from the tantalising curve of his jaw as you drew closer.

The stirring between your thighs just wouldn't cease. You could feel the sodden fabric of your panties clinging to your pussy with every step. It had been relentless all afternoon, ever since the stirrings of jealous had been reignited.

Megan's harassment of your lover needed to be dealt with. But for now, you had bigger concerns. Like the godly cock nestling inside those snug black jeans.

Loki regarded your approach with smouldering interest, his lips parting to speak as you drew towards him at speed. You only saw the surprise in his eyes for a moment, the grip of your fist on his t-shirt pressing him back within the darkness of the hallway beyond.

The kiss was desperate as you pulled him against you, your tongue winding against his in a devouring passion too breathless for pleasantries. The skin of his exposed forearms pressed snug against your collarbone as he cupped your face, attempting to regain some element of control. Hands wound through Loki’s hair, unravelling the neat curls across his crown as you moaned into his mouth. “Are you unable to stay away from me for even one evening, darling?” Loki sucked the angle of your jaw, enjoying the whimper it pulled from your parted lips. “Always seeking out dark corners to have your way with me. And with Captain Rogers so close. Such a naughty lover, aren’t you? Insatiable...” His wet sucks travelled messily down to your shoulder as your hips thrust upwards, looking for friction against his thigh. He tsk’d, chiding you for your desperation.

“I think not, love. We can’t have you returning to the rabble looking all fucked out…” You whined sulkily, forcing his lips back to your skin with a push to the back of his head. His chuckle vibrated against your cleavage, the straps of your casual dress slung down your arms. Loki kissed his way delicately over your clavicle, ghosting your lips with his own. “Only a little longer, then we can reconvene later tonight, my love.” he whispered, the gravel of his deep voice making the situation in your panties untenable. “Wouldn’t you like that? Being able to have me in any way you choose, able to release your screams of my name with full abandon as you sate yourself upon my cock…” He moaned against your skin, the temptations of his own words making him hot. “And remember what we said to the others...we must be more careful.” Your head fell back against the wall. You knew that he was right, and yet… As you raised your head to meet his smouldering stare, you knew the need simmering in your hot pussy wouldn’t be satisfied with promises of later. You were supposed to sit through dinner after this. “Just a little bit…” you keened, “something to keep me going Loki, please…”

His lips pursed to the side as he tried not to laugh at your ridiculous desperation, eyes crinkling with mirth as you released a frustrated pant. He cast a quick look towards the open archway a few meters away, looking back to you with an eyebrow raised. “Turn around” he ordered. You obeyed unquestioningly and without complaint, palms braced against the wall. You felt his hands trace the curve of your waist as he sank to his knees. “Loki, your magic…” you murmured, forehead pressing against the hard wall as he chuckled. “I cannot. Rogers has a measurement device for close range activity. It would alert him something was amiss… too risky, even for me.” he muttered, pulling your panties down to your ankles. He nudged your legs wider, pulling the fabric of the dress covering your ass between his teeth with a low growl. A thunderingly low moan thrummed against the fabric, warming your skin as he sank a teasing bite into the soft flesh he found. “Loki, please” you stammered, legs quivering.

It had been a while since there had been a genuine chance of getting caught in public, the danger pouring like gasoline between your thighs. Loki drew a forefinger through your folds, striking the match. He groaned in time with you, relishing the hot wetness he found. “You’re soaking, my love. Are you sure you wish me to make you wetter still?” he goaded, cupping your sex with his flattened fingers as he began to massage your clit from behind. Your forehead pressed against the wall as you began to pant, the force of your feet bracing against the floor grounding every shuddering wave. Tortured whimpers crawled in your throat as he teased you, your face turning to press flush against the wall. With his free hand, you felt him gather your dress in a fist, pushing one ass cheek gently to the side and exposing you completely as he knelt at your back. His fingers slipped inside your keening pussy, those endless and perfectly formed digits making your knees buckle. Like a piano player, you thought, as you tried to contain a cry of his name, playing me like Chopin. You slid several inches down the wall despite your best efforts, the exquisite feeling of his warm tongue meeting your delicate asshole flooding your senses.

You had longed to feel this for months, the act never taking centre stage as other activities took precedence. But somehow tonight, it felt right. It felt primal.

You felt yourself clench against the waves of unfamiliar pleasure, searing every inch of your skin in divine freedom. The talented swirls of his tongue folded and caressed against your delicate entrance, every spasm of bliss cresting in your loins. “Yess...Lo-Loki...ohmygodohh” you slurred softly, folding your arm beneath your forehead. He shifted his palm upward, sending new jolts of pleasure through your centre, paralysing every nerve with bliss. “Uhhhhh Loki..” you panted quietly, hearing him groan in muffled approval behind you. He knew you were close. His gentle tongue drew circles around your back entrance, dipping the tip inside as your thrusts became erratic against his work. You needed to cum, but you never wanted it to end. “G-God...Loki...I…urgh...uhhh..”

Unattractive grunts muffled against your bicep, biting down on your skin as you felt ripples of orgasm beating against every curve of his fingers. Shamelessly you braced further back onto his face as his tongue caressed your forbidden skin, his low moans vibrating against the hole heightening every sensation. He began to pulse those long digits against your channel walls, the signature move which never failed to make you spurt hitting home as you spun into bliss. A choked gasp breezed against your arm as your whole body shook with climax, a thunderous moan clawing at the back of your throat.

You felt his tongue make a final long lap against your back passage; ensuring every ounce of stolen pleasure lasted. Your toes curled in the tight bowling shoes, the sexual overload rolling as his arm snaked against your hip, holding you upright. The god’s fingers left your pussy with a wet slurp before you felt the thin fabric of your panties slide up your quivering thighs. He placed a bruising kiss on your ass, rising and placing another on the nape of your neck. “Is my darling satisfied?” he murmured against your shoulder. “That was...amazing” you panted, feeling embarrassed now that the heat of your passion had ebbed. He chuckled gently, pulling the strap of your dress back to its rightful place.

“I’ve wanted to pleasure you in that way for the longest time darling, you know that” he winked, “if nothing else has come from this farcical bowling experience…” Loki frowned, trailing off. A shadow danced beyond the archway, betraying a figure just out of sight. “Stay here.” Loki muttered warily, pulling you behind him before stalking towards the entrance. Your brow creased as you heard low murmurs, before your lover came back into view. His long arms spread in an exasperated shrug before waving you over. You turned the corner to see Thor standing conspicuously beside a prize-claw machine, trying his best to look casual.

His hoodie was up, sunglasses on as he leant against the glass. He removed the shades with a dramatic swipe, eyes narrowed towards you both. “I thought you said you would be more careful.” he spat, checking the perimeter several times. Loki rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh as your stomach dropped. “Thor how long were you...were you watching us?” Thor wrinkled his nose, frowning theatrically at the accusation. “Of course not, Lady Y/N. I was guarding this hole of depravity in case a wandering mortal happened by. Or worse, Rogers.” He paced in a circle as you squirmed, embarrassment crawling over your skin like sticky old sunscreen. “I cannot believe my brother would put you in such a compromising position. His lustful appetites are a disgrace. I apologise on the behalf of Asgard for his public debauchery. How could you, brother? Within the sanctum of my favourite bowling establishment, no less...” he huffed, shaking his head disapprovingly. Loki looked at you with mirth dancing in his eyes, his chin lowered, eyebrows raised in expectation. “Um, it was me...I...it was my idea, actually.” you mumbled, as Thor’s eyes widened. Loki smirked. “Lady...Y/N” he said, aghast. You grimaced as Loki stepped forward, roughly tugging down the hood covering his brother’s head.

“See, brother? She finds me irresistible. Tis' a curse, really.” he purred, leaving his words hanging in the air as he wandered leisurely back towards the crowd which seemed to have grown even bigger in your absence. Thor was looking at you like you’d eaten his last pop-tart, disappointment etched across his face. “You truly find my brother that irresistible?” he said disbelievingly, resting his jaw on his thumb and forefinger. You shrugged with an awkward smile. Thor sighed. You couldn’t help yourself. You had to know. “You saw us, didn’t you?” Thor nodded, regretfully. “Only for a moment. Although the tinted eyeglasses did shade your modesty somewhat, my Lady.” He lowered his gaze, shuffling his feet. “Somewhat.” You patted his arm gently in silent apology. You would be mortified later. For now, you were just glad it was him and not someone more...Rogers. Thor slapped his thick arm over your shoulders, guiding you back towards the bowling extravaganza drawing to raucous close. “Never mind, sweet Y/N.” he said jovially, a little too loudly for comfort.

“We are family now, you and me. And what’s a little anilingus between family?”

You held your tongue. It was going to be a long five months.

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veritable-trash · 1 year

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We Could Go All Night

i am literally losing my mind, no thoughts fully feral he is all i have been thinking about oh my god oh my god oh my god

Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader

Words: 2.1K

Warning: 18+ like actually so nasty, like actually i need help, like actually this man send my brain straight into the gutter, i want to devour him body AND SOUL, piv, this man a warning alone, biting, overstimulation, it's nasty and dirty you've been warned.

A/N: hahahAHHAHAHAH ok so i've been hyperfixated on him. i cannot think of anything else other than his man and all of the nasty things so i wrote this in a feral horny stupor and i hope you possibly enjoy it. this is sorta a continuing of orange daydream but it's not necessary to read that to enjoy the freak nasty here :) alright hope you enjoy this horny mess hehehehehehe <3333333

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It’s not common that you are the one that wakes in a cold sweat at night.

Usually it’s you wrapping Santi in your arms from behind as he whimpers in his sleep, the skin on his back tacky with cold sweat and memories he still has a hard time even telling you about.

But tonight it’s you, the anxiety dreams stealing you away from the peace that was your shared bedroom.

In your house.

With Santi.

Though even that thought can’t bring you back from the ledge of wracking shivers and restless limbs.

Your eyes snap open for what feels like the hundredth time that evening, an exhausted sigh muffling into the pillow that’s damp with sweat. Why tonight of all nights your mind decides to go on a high speed race completely evades you but it doesn’t seem like you and sleep will be warm and cozy friends this evening.

And it pains you even more because Santi is sleeping so sweetly pressed up behind you. Nose burrowed in the crook of your neck, legs tangled up with yours and the sheets, fingers splayed from the bottom of your ribs down to just below your belly button and usually the feel of him, the way he holds you would have you drifting into the sweetest dreams and all encompassing comfort.

But now you’re too cognizant of every breath hoping to not wake the beautiful man behind you who will probably never get enough good sleep in his life with how his brain works.

You close your eyes again, trying to steady your breath once more, counting sheep, counting your breaths, ticking away the seconds, anything to get you to calm the fuck down and every single tactic seems to drive you further up the wall. You have to get out of this bed.

But the second you move to try and quietly shift out of Santi’s grip, he presses you back to him, finger tips digging into the softness of your stomach, a whiny grumble settling against the middle your spine.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The smile that slips across your lips can’t be helped. He sounds divine.

Gravelly and deep and so content, you never thought he would be able to find such calm.

You bring the hand resting against your stomach up to your lips and whisper into his palm,“Oh baby, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you I just can’t sleep my brains all over the fucking place tonight, I’m just kinda loosing it.”

Every word is pressed into the callouses and dips along his hand and fingers and he nuzzles even closer to you, somehow pressing even more of himself against the back of you, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling back into him, pressing just as much back into him, needing him to know how much being close to him like this can still calm you.

His hand drops from your lips to wrap itself around your jaw turning your head back to him, and he sits up just enough for you to see his sleepy eyes tracking across your features.

God it’s just unfair that he gets to look like that.

“What can I do baby? You want me to distract ya for a bit, hm?” Even at three in the morning, with his hair mussed, features coated in a layer of sleep he still wiggles his eyebrows at you with promise and you giggle at him and the whirring in your brain slows by a couple miles per hour.

His mouth drops back down to the corner of your jaw, mouthing at you in a way that has your hips rolling back against him, thoughts slowly eddying out till all you can think about is his warm breath against your skin and the hardening line of his cock against your ass.

“Well, when you say it so sweet like that, I mean how could a girl refuse?”

He huffs a laugh against your throat, adding a nip of teeth into the mix that pulls a gasp from you, his hand traveling just a smidge lower, wrapping around your throat and pulling you fully flush to him now.

“You feel so fucking good baby, don’t know how I don’t wake up every night to fuck you.”

And the fucking mouth on him too. You whimper against your pillow as his mouth sucks and bites at the exposed column of your throat and his hips continue to roll against your ass, letting you feel exactly what’s waiting for you and yet leaving you so, so empty.

His hand travels down lower, wrapping around your thigh and pulling it back over his own, opening you up to him and his cock slips down to rut against your sopping folds.

“Fuck, Santi, please, please, please, baby, please.” You’re babbling as his cock continues its long slow strokes against you but not in you. You can feel your wetness coating him, can hear the sound of him slipping against you over and over and over again. His breath so hot on the back of your neck, teeth clamping down just so on your shoulder, you’re drowning in him, willfully succumbing to the way he’s making you feel.

“So fucking wet for me baby, always so wet for me, god yes. You want my cock, hm? That what you want? I can’t wait to feel you baby, can’t wait to have you wrapped around me, fuck you’re gonna feel so good. You going to be good for me? Be my good girl just for me, ya?”

You keen for him, whimper and roll your hips just so and he just catches at your entrance and the moans ripped from both of your throats are lewd. Dirty and needy and fracturing around the edges with how worked up you both are.

“Yes, Santi I’ll be so good for you baby. Only for you, always for you.” You’re words are slurred but he hears you loud and clear. The bite of his teeth and the groan against your skin confirms that he heard you.

And with those beautiful words, he finally slips into you down to the hilt.

“F-fuck, so fucking tight baby, yes.”

He nestles somehow even deeper into your core, hips pressed flush to the curve of your ass, and your toes curl with the stretch of him. The air is knocked out of your lungs, a breathless whine all that you can give when he fills you like this.

His palm rests against your lower stomach and you know he can feel himself in your gut as he roles all the way out and snaps right back in.

“Santi, shit, yes, just like that, just like that, you feel so good.” Every snap of his hips has you chocking on air, words breathless, moans high pitched and keening and you can feel his chuckle up and down your spine.

You can barely hear anything over the rush of blood in your ears and your own moans, until Santi slows down his punishing pace to slow, long strokes through your heat.

And then you finally hear how fucking wet you are. The squelch of his cock pushing in and out of you now deafening and all you can focus on as Santi whines against your back, his fingers trailing down to between your thighs feeling how you’re stretched around the girth of him.

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. Jesus, fucking dripping for me, fuck. Stretched so pretty around me sweetheart, so good for me.”

His words rip you to shreds, drool pooling on the pillow as your mind blanks out with the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. The slow roll of his hips driving you fucking insane with how you need more, your orgasm building in slow lapping waves that somehow feel like they’re also about to fucking drown you. Your hand comes up to dig into his curls tugging him ever closer as you start to roll your hips back, following his strokes.

He chokes on a moan, your grip in his hair tightening as the coil in your stomach builds to something almost painful.

Yet his strokes stay slow, punching up into you, pleasure clawing at every nerve in your being.

“I need more, baby, please, fuck, just a little more baby, please.”

“Anything for you my good girl, anything for you baby, fuck always, anything.”

And then his fingers find your clit and press.

You almost scream out as the pleasure rips from your core, the orgasm you’d thought was only in the distance, actually right there just waiting for that final press to finally drown you in wave after wave after wave of pleasure.

It starts as a spasm, your walls clamping down in a vice like grip around his cock, the pleasure so overwhelming it’s almost painful. Your whole body starts to shake as Santi continues plunging into your cunt, through every shiver, every pulse, pulling pleasure from every corner of your being, his fingers continuing to press tight circles against your clit.

You’re babbling incoherently into your pillow, your body not sure if it wants more or if it’s all too much, and then you feel Santi’s hips start to stutter against your ass. Can feel more than hear his groans as he starts to fill you with pulse after pulse of his cum, filling you till he starts to leak out onto your thighs.

It’s all so wet, and he nips at the column of your throat as his fingers continue to rub against your clit even as your orgasm ebbs away. His cock is still stuffed in you, barely softening as he continues to tease at you and your body starts to shiver with the overwhelming feeling of it.

“Baby, can you give me one more? I think you can give me one more, tell me if it’s too much but I think you can do it baby. Let me make you feel good, my good girl, doing so good for me, fuck yes baby please.”

You whine, high pitched and needy, and your body can’t decide if it wants to pull away from his fingers or grind into them harder. You turn your head, seeking out his lips and the kiss is messy, more heaving breaths and nips of teeth than anything else.

But it all feels so fucking good.

Your hips start to move against his fingers, and his responding groan settles scorching hot in the pit of your stomach where another orgasm seems to be somehow building once again as though the first one never even fully finished. He has you wrapped around his finger, and you aren’t one to complain.

This orgasm builds slower than the first, but no less intense, the still lingering ripples of pleasure starting to crash into each other.

Your breaths are more like pants and he holds you painfully still as he circles over your clit with such precision the pleasure blurs with pain as tears leak from your eyes. He’s ruining you. Completely and utterly destroying you as he builds you up to heights you didn’t know you could reach.

And as he sinks his teeth into your pulse point, fingers circling one final time with an earth-shattering press, you fracture into a million little pieces.

You can’t even moan, can’t even breath as your orgasm chews you up and spits you out. You can only shiver in his arms as he whispers praise after praise into your ear, lips sucking at the lobe, pulling the pleasure somehow even further.

Finally the wave breaks and you’re panting his name, clawing at his arm, shoving his hand away from your clit because now it’s too fucking much. Your body curling in on itself as burning pleasure sparkles from your fingertips to your toes that has your minding blanking out, the only thing grounding you being the soft press of Santis lips against your skin and the warmth of his body.

You don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours before your eyes finally blink open and you uncurl your fingers and toes, wiggling them around working out the numbness, and try to stretch your spine only to feel Santi’s cock, fully hard again and still so, so deep inside you.

Santi and you both moan into the night air and you can feel his smile against your throat. You can't help but giggle back at him.

It seems as though tonight is long from over.

Not that you’re complaining. Who needs sleep anyways.

~~~~~

lol sorry take me to horny jail i just couldn't help myself :) he is just so hot and I WANT HIM!!!!! alright gonna go curl up in a ball in my room and think about him for another million hours kisses <333333

#santiago gracia x you #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garcia x reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #i'm feral for him #he is all i can think about #ugh ugh UGH where are men like this??? WHERE??????

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shybunnie20 · 2 years

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Eight Years - Eddie Munson x Reader | One Shot

★My Masterlist

Summary: Your visit to Hawkins after moving away many years ago brings back good memories as well as the hurt you've endured from losing your best friend.

Author's Note: Angst, not a happy ending (for Eddie). AU with no Upside Down. No use of Y/N. Be sure to reblog, follow, and show some love ♡ My fluffy pieces don't do well in terms of traction so I went all-out angst with this one. ps. gender neutral!

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Includes swearing, mentions of drunk behavior and alcohol, anxiety and overstimulation, trauma, food/eating(vaguely).

tags: @protecteddiemunson4vr

It feels a little odd being back in what used to be “home” after all these years.

Unsurprisingly, things don’t look all that different despite it having been just shy of a decade since you were here last. It feels foreign but familiar. Steve jokes that Hawkins is the gutter of the Midwest. That it’s a grate that traps the town folk in life’s plentiful misfortunes.

As a twelve year old you didn’t know how dumpy Hawkins was, but it's apparent now. As you drive past Forest Hills Trailer Park your stomach twists into knots. Seeing your old stomping grounds brings an unpleasant feeling of sentimentality.

Over the years you’ve become good friends with Harrington and Buckley, mostly through writing letters and postcards. On one of the road trips Steve took to visit you, he brought Robin along and you’ve been close ever since. Not to mention you’ve spent plenty of late nights giggling with Robin over the phone. They felt like long-distance sleepovers.

Steve stands behind the kitchen island, chopping vegetables and preparing dinner for the three of you. “Hey, bub. Mind running to rent some movies for tonight? You can take Ruby.” He hesitates, holding the car keys away when you reach for them. “Be careful, please? If she comes back with so much as a scratch, your ass is grass. And by that I mean you’ll be sleeping in the front yard.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes and snatch the keys from his clutch. “Your precious car will return untouched. Cross my heart.” You mark an X over your chest for dramatic effect.

Robin shouts from the living room as you head out the front door. “Can you get The Breakfast Club? Oh! And some Twizzlers? Thanks, doll!”

The Family Video store opened some years after you’d left. Despite Steve’s incredibly vague directions, you luckily find your way.

The lights in the window of the tobacco shop pulse brightly, blinding you a bit as you park against the curb in the mostly empty lot. You hop out of the car and stroll inside Family Video to grab the requested items, putting them on Steve’s tab.

When you’re about to open the car door to leave, you freeze in place. Your eyes catch a silhouette that’s outlined by the striking lights. The figure shuffles and stamps out a cigarette on the bricks of the building.

Their stance is as stiff as a board, a posture you’d recognize anywhere.

“Munson?”

Eddie whips around to see who called his name, his jaw falling open in disbelief. He hardly recognizes you considering that you’re a young adult now. “No way. Wha-are you shitting me?”

You practically run into his arms and he embraces you, your feet lifting off of the ground. “I’ll be damned!” He beams while letting you down but keeping you at arm's length. “Jesus-look at you! You’re so-” Developed, he thought.

You're smiling so wide that your cheeks ache. “Me? Oh my god, no. Look at you! Look at all this hair!” You chuckle, twirling one of his frizzy curls around your finger.

He typically doesn't let people touch his hair but he doesn’t mind at the moment. “What, expected the buzzed watermelon look?”

“Your head was always melon-sized, you’re right about that.” You chuckle. “It’s surprisingly soft.” You spoke too soon. He hisses at your finger catching a knot, so you gently brush through it with your fingers.

Eddie’s eyes study you, his heart thumping painfully. He’s overwhelmed by your presence and his palms start to sweat. The conversation progressed quickly, the two of you fondly recalling the old days. You hold onto his bicep while you laugh about pranking your neighbors with firecrackers and hanging out at the bakery you frequented together. You remember how he’d always get jelly on his face from the doughnuts.

Considering you lived a few trailers down, becoming friends was a no-brainer. He was never much of a daredevil but he loved getting a rush with you in the sleepy town, you felt no different. Shenanigans ensued and you even built a fort in the woods beside the trailer park. There was never a dull moment by your side, be it good or bad.

Most middle schoolers are self-conscious and constantly searching for validation, but not you. You never cared what other people thought of you. You were always true to yourself and unapologetically authentic. More importantly, you never judged Eddie. Your acceptance meant the world to him. From the start, you made it clear that he didn’t have to be anyone but himself around you.

He’s carried that outlook through the entirety of his school career. Always brushing off his peers’ jabs and remarks. He stood his ground and kept his friends close. Eventually, he instilled that very lesson in the freshman he took under his wings. He passed your wisdom onto them, that trying to be someone you’re not isn’t worth it in the long run.

You tilt your head at him. “I’m surprised to see you! I thought you’d have gotten out of here ASAP after graduating.”

Eddie is ashamed and doesn’t want to admit to graduating only four months ago. He shrugs, “Uh-yeah. Gotta stick around for Wayne, y’know?” It’s the best lie he could think of on the spot.

His wristwatch beeps, signaling the new hour. You take his wrist into your hand and look at the time. “Oh, shit. I should get going.” You sigh, wanting to be back in a timely manner so as not to worry Steve and Robin.

After swinging the car door open and plopping into the driver’s seat, you yell out of the rolled-down window. “See you around!”

Eddie hollers. “Wait!” Before he could say anything else you’ve pulled away and driven out of the parking lot. His mind races with your last sentence hanging in the air. See you around.

Once you get back to Steve’s the three of you enjoy dinner while watching the movie. Initially, Steve scoffed at having to watch it again but he wasn’t going to get Robin revved up about its impactful societal commentary.

You’re giddy and cheerful the remainder of the evening until the movie got to the part where Andrew Clark says to John Bender, “If you disappeared forever it wouldn’t make any difference. You may as well not even exist…”

That’s when it dawns on you. It was on purpose.

It’s been four days since running into Eddie. Because you’re staying with Steve, you’re obligated to be at his Halloween party, given it’s being held at his house. You put on your best “I’m social and parties are delightful” attitude because you know Steve is looking forward to introducing you to the rest of his friends.

The afternoon was spent putting the finishing touches on the decorations. Steve is visibly eager to have his gaggle of pals together for a night of spooky festivities.

Robin arrives with Tupperware stacked in her arms, full of creepy goodies she made herself. Cookies that resemble witch fingers, candy corn-colored Rice Krispie treats, and caramel popcorn balls.

Music blares from the stereo in the living room. You’re seated on the couch talking with Steve who’s leaning against the fireplace mantel that’s strung with faux cobwebs. Eddie strides through the front door with a case of beer balancing on his shoulder.

Eddie isn’t used to attending parties for fun. Usually, he goes to make money off of teens who are too plastered to bargain a reasonable price for weak bud. He pretends to hate costumes but the geek in him secretly loves dressing up.

“You both came as zombies?” Steve groans. “How creative.”

Dustin wraps his arms around Eddie’s torso, hugging him so tightly that Eddie groans in discomfort.

You turn to see who Steve is addressing and Eddie looks at you with an indiscernible look in his eyes. He can’t believe it. Not only are you here, but you’re both dressed as Eddie the Head from The Number of The Beast album. It’s a fairly simple costume, a white t-shirt with jeans and a little makeup, but it makes his chest throb in adoration for your shared interest in music.

You don’t look at him for long. Instead, you flash him a polite grin and turn back to Steve, continuing the conversation. Eddie was expecting you to run into his arms like before but you remained seated. A shockwave of dread jolts through his extremities. He knows you’ve got a bone to pick with him for what he did.

Later during the party, you find yourself in the kitchen chatting with Steve, Robin, and Nancy while the youngsters are hanging out in the living room. The heated debate about whether trail mix should contain peanuts or not lacks your participation. You’re more so listening than contributing. You lean against the counter, quietly snapping your fingers at your side. You’ve been doing well so far but you’re starting to feel anxious because your social battery is running low.

Eddie walks into the room and recognizes your nervous habit immediately. He recalls how you get overstimulated by loud music and commotion. The freshman running through the kitchen, shouting and laughing puts you further on edge.

Eddie can tell you must’ve never found someone who loved you enough to teach you how to cope like he’d hoped would happen. It makes his heart heavy knowing you’re still dealing with anxiety after all these years. It makes him wonder how often you must’ve needed him and he wasn’t there for you. He thought removing himself from your life was in your best interest. He assumed you’d be off doing bigger and better things without him in the way. Somehow he failed to realize how much he hurt you.

You were always there for him. Especially the afternoon that the two of you were reading Lord of the Rings in your fort in the woods. Shouting rumbled off in the distance. Both of you got to your feet and walked a few steps to the tree line to see what the racket was.

Earl Munson, Eddie’s father, had shown up unannounced and belligerently drunk.

“Fuckin’... fuckin’ good for nothing son of a bitch!” Earl roared.

Wayne could be heard yelling back at him. “Cops will be here any minute, you better… don’t you swing on me! Motherfu- drunk bastard!”

You clung to Eddie and he held onto you twice as tightly. Watching his deadbeat father behave erratically wasn’t something that was easy to look away from. Chief Hopper and another deputy showed up quickly due to there being a warrant out for Earl. He intensely resisted arrest, making one hell of a scene. Eddie cried that day, and you’re still the only one who knows about it.

“Here, c’mon. Let’s go outside.” Eddie whispers, gently taking your hand and guiding you outside to the back porch. He knows you need fresh air. Generally, he’s ecstatic to finally get you alone after watching you all night but he’s unnerved about the inevitable conversation about to unfold.

“So-uh.” He rubs his hands nervously, conveniently generating heat to fight the evening autumn breeze.

"Now you wanna talk? So fitting." The feelings of abandonment threaten your composure. “I tried calling, y’know. Quite a few times, actually.” You cross your arms in anticipation of whatever excuses he’s going to give.

Eddie avoids eye contact and shifts his weight between the balls of his feet. Struggling to find the right words to explain. “Sometimes… I think it’s just easier for people if I’m not around. I figured I’d do you a favor.”

A favor. Your breathing quakes as the words reverberate in your mind, the remaining anxiety pushing you over the edge into bitterness. He wasn’t busy and his phone number hadn’t changed. He meant to do it.

At the time, it was obvious to him that you were a force to be reckoned with. You’d been lucky enough to get out of Hawkins and he didn’t want to hold you back. He knew you’d conquer the world while chasing your dreams.

“You intentionally ignored me. That’s what you’re saying?” Tears roll down your cheeks but you keep your expression as neutral as possible. “That’s it, huh? You decided you were done with me?”

“No!” His eyes meet yours with bold intensity. “I said I would never let you go. I pinky promised, matter of fact. I never let go. There wasn’t a single fucking day that went by that I didn’t think about you.”

“Oh? And not a single day did you call me, or write me!” You huff. “Eight years, Ed! Eight whole fucking years.” Your face is glowing red with frustration. “You made me question myself and my worth. You made me feel like I did something wrong.”

The ache in your chest comes back stronger than ever, thinking about all of the nights you spent curled up in your bed with tears pooling under your eyes. You felt so alone without your best friend by your side. Eddie assumed you were adjusting to your new life, but you were suffering. As time went on, you managed. Except, the only thing ignoring you did was teach you how to live without him.

Eddie’s own tears begin to fall, guilt burying him beneath the earth’s surface. He feels like he’s suffocating, soil clouding his lungs as he watches your expression break while reliving the betrayal. “I-I love you.” It’s all he can muster, his tone sounds remorseful despite not actively apologizing.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare.” You snap at him while wiping your cheeks roughly. Putting your walls back up and braving forward. “If you loved me you wouldn’t have vanished. You don’t… you don’t abandon someone that you love.”

Eddie does love you. But at this point, it doesn’t matter. The damage has been done.

“Just let me explain, please.” He sobs and reaches for your hands. Even though he used his pain as an excuse to justify hurting you, he is sincerely penitent.

You let him take one of your hands into his large palms. His grip is trembling. He’s coming apart at the seams.

“No need.” You fixate your gaze on his fingers mindlessly stroking yours. “If anything I should thank you.”

Eddie’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, his eyes closely watching your mouth as if he could see the words falling from your lips.

With a deep breath, you meet his gaze and continue. “I learned the difference between being patient and wasting my time. Day after day I sat by the phone and waited. That was a waste of time. You taught me that.”

Eddie sniffles loudly, letting your words sink into his skin with the sting of the pain they harbor. “I won’t fuck up this time, okay? Give me another chance, please.”

You ignore his plea. You can’t trust that he won’t do the same thing again. “Ed, I won’t forget what we had, you made that time in my life so special.” You begin to withdraw your hand.

He stops your fingers from slipping through his. “Please- just. Don’t regret me.”

You flash him an unconvincing grin and avert your eyes before turning and disappearing back into the house. He doesn't see you for the rest of the night. The look you gave him was your goodbye, and it was the final one.

After driving home once the party is over, he sits in his van and cries harder than he has in years.

Eddie was wrong about you not needing him back then, but you sure as hell don’t need him now.

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Dec 14 - Tell us about an OC you like, either your own or someone else's. Include a drawing, moodboard, or playlist if you'd like to!

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This is based off this Rosamund Pike video and features my OC Sarah. This is an AU where the canon book events don't happen and I'm modifying how pregnancy with a vampire-human hybrid works.

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Summer 2005

Sarah was convinced that God was making fun of her. That really was the only explanation for the way her life had turned out. Her little sister Sami had gotten leukemia as a kid and she had been a perfect match for a bone marrow transplant, which had led her down a path to studying the pathology of blood disorders as an adult. Then she became infatuated with a man who turned out to be a vampire – which should have scared her more than it did in the beginning, really what the hell was wrong with her – and now she was carrying his half-vampire baby. And if that wasn’t enough, a big side effect of vampire pregnancy was violent dreams about drinking blood, courtesy of intense blood cravings.

Yes. God was definitely making fun of her.

But at least for now, the blood cravings were in check. What she craved now was something decidedly more normal – pineapple. Fresh pineapple from the whole fruit, not the canned variety. Esme had gone to the grocery store to get some for her and she was currently distracting herself from the craving by playing Pokémon on Emmett’s old Game Boy Color. She’d gone from being very busy with her fellowship to having a lot of time on her hands. She’d tried various hobbies and the Cullens weren’t lacking in options, but Pokémon and other video games ended up being the one that absorbed her the most and kept the anxiety at bay.

There was no shortage of things to be anxious about – the fact that she couldn’t go out in public on the off chance someone recognized her as a missing person, whether Mark would eventually find her, what her family was doing, whether she’d even live through the delivery…

Everything was proceeding as normally as possible for twenty-four weeks and Carlisle was hopeful about the plan when the time came, but Sarah could not stop the intrusive thought.

Before she could ruminate further on it, Esme returned carrying grocery bags. Sarah hastily saved her game and turned it off. Her eyes zeroed in on the bag that had the distinctive pineapple leaves sticking out. “You are a lifesaver, Esme.”

In the kitchen, Esme got out a knife and cutting board, but Sarah shook her head. “My brother Shawn had a way to open a pineapple without using a knife and I want to try it.”

Esme raised her eyebrows. “Oh, well, this I have to see.”

Sarah sat on a stool at the island and held up the pineapple. “He could get out the base here and then he’d pull off the segments.” She pressed her thumb to start digging out the base and found there was barely any give and it made her thumbnail hurt.

Esme watched her struggle for a moment. “Do you need help?”

“No, no, I got this,” Sarah said. “I think.” Finally, she felt some give and she saw yellow. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Where did Shawn learn this trick?” Esme asked.

“College.”

“That explains a lot.”

Sarah continued working on loosening the base and remembered what Shawn called it. “I’m trying very hard not to call this a butt plug.” At Esme’s incredulous face, she added, “That’s what Shawn called it. It made my mom smack him on the back of his head. But in his defense, it’s at the base of the fruit and it’s basically like a plug.”

“I have a feeling that Shawn and Emmett would get along well,” Esme said.

“Honestly, yeah, they would.” She almost had the whole thing separated and juice was dripping down her wrist. That was not helping with not making more dirty jokes. “Although if Shawn were here, he’d probably just be one more person to irritate Edward.”

“Why is that?”

“Besides his mind living in the gutter, he also has a know-it-all tendency that would clash with Edward’s.”

“Ah.”

With a last crack, the pineapple base came loose. “Yes!” Sarah tossed it on the counter. “Now to break off these segments into chunks.” It was considerably easier to break them off than digging out the base. She held one up in triumph. “Look at that!”

Esme just laughed.

Sarah ate the chunk and it was like she’d never had a better pineapple. She broke off another, a deep sense of satisfaction kicking in. “Is this what it feels like to hunt down your food?”

“Something like that, yes.”

“I went to a lot of effort for this, so I better not be puking pineapple later. Do you hear me, peanut?” Sarah said, poking her baby bump. She got a light kick in response which she took as agreement. “Good girl.” Another side effect was a nasty case of hyperemesis gravidarum and she had joked to Carlisle that it made her feel like the patron saint of emesis. At least that had calmed down since she began to drink blood, but it still flared up. But as Sarah kept eating her fill, there was no sign of impending nausea.

“That sounded like a mom voice,” Esme said.

Sarah sighed. “Gotta practice it, right?”

The front door opened then and Carlisle’s voice called out a greeting.

“We’re in here!” Esme called. Carlisle appeared a second later, still dressed in his lab coat. Sarah waved at him with the pineapple as Esme asked him how work was.

“About the usual.” He eyed pineapple. “It looks like you two have been busy.”

“Yep. Here.” Esme handed Carlisle the pineapple base and Sarah could barely hold back a laugh.

Carlisle shot Sarah a wary look. “Er…thanks?”

“It’s a pineapple butt plug,” Esme said and she and Sarah dissolved further into a laughing fit.

Carlisle blinked. “Clearly I missed a lot.”

#twilightadvent23 #twilight #my fanfic #oc: sarah

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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The Eddie Munson Tape Dates - Metallica - Kill 'em all

Warnings: air rifles, anxiety, fluff

Ever since Trent had come back home, Eddie had been extra protective. However, whilst he knew you could handle the situation yourself, it didn't mean he wanted you to deal with it alone.

From what Eddie had talked to you at length about in the past, you were reasonably sure this wasn't a jealous or insecure thing. But just in case it was, you'd kept true to your word and continued to do little things for Eddie every day to make sure he knew how very important he was.

You'd found a book in the library and started leaving him little notes folded up into different things, but once you'd learned how to fold a dragon, it's all you wanted to make. So you left them on his locker, the handle of his van door, and his bedroom window so he'd see it when he woke up. Unfortunately, as Eddie patrol became more frequent, it was harder to hide them as a surprise.

It wasn't even like it was that much of a change. You saw one another every day in some capacity, but when he appeared to be running himself ragged to walk you, in-between classes, you had to put a stop to it.

"Hi", he bent down with his hands on his knees out of breath, blinking as if dizzy, "Phew, I don't think I've run that far or fast in years" he takes out his water and takes a few glugs, at the same time extending his hand to you.

"Babe, you can't keep doing this." You say quietly, pointing further down the corridor, "My next class is literally there. Where is yours?" You didn't want to embarrass Eddie or want him to feel bad. You just wanted to let him know everything was fine and for him to not wear himself out.

"Er....kinda near where I came from..." He says tentatively.

"So you are gonna potentially be late now because of me? No, honey. This has to stop. You're doing so well this year, right? " You say, intertwining your fingers with his, taking his hand, and walking him back towards his class.

"Eddie, he'll be gone soon enough. He's not gonna hang around here for long. Right now, he's enjoying all the hero worship he's getting from being the college guy with his high school friends. Which just says to me he's not thriving at college at all. Which is sad for him, but you know, a delicious sort of instant karma from my perspective" you can't resist a little evil giggle.

Your Mom always said not to wish bad things on people, and you hadn't wished it, but you weren't going to pretend it didn't feel good to see him struggle after what he did.

"That laugh, I don't think I've ever heard before." Eddie says, nearly spitting out his water, "That was nearly looney toons Witch Hazel levels of maniacal."

"And this is exactly why you don't have to do this, ok? Because if anyone comes at me, I will just, you know, turn them into a bug, or do some of our cult chanting at them," you offer and raise your non-occupied hand in the air wiggling your fingers and making spooky noises and faces at Eddie.

"Keep it in the circus, Freaks!" A yell comes down the corridor. You both stop dead in your tracks, turn slowly, and stare unflinchingly at the noise source. You both stare, with deadpan expressions, until the letterman jacket wearer gets nervous and runs away.

You continue to walk a little further down the corridor and excitedly grab Eddie's shoulders, "Did you hear that??? Did you hear what he said to me??" A gigantic toothy smile spread across your face, "I'm a freak! God, I can't wait to tell Mama. She's gonna be so excited!"

Eddie lets himself be jostled around by your excitement, and he simultaneously looks confused and delighted. He takes your hand back into his, "You. Are. Crazy. And I..." He flourishes his hand to the side and lands it on the centre of his chest "...love you for it."

"Oh, you think that was crazy? You don't even know what would have happened if we hadn't been surrounded by our peers at the time."

"Oh really?" He says in a low voice, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter, babe...Well, about what I said, I mean...I love you...gutter mind and all." You laugh and let out a little squeal as Eddie pulls your body to his, in the middle of the corridor, and entraps your eyes into his.

"Let their eyes look upon this feast of devotion. Let their envy be so great it turns their very flesh green with jealousy." He says, dramatically dipping you over backwards for a kiss.

As he lifts you back up, he says quietly, "I mean, I wanted to do that anyway, but right now Eddie Munson is winning at high school, at life, and I want each and every one of these pretentious fuckers to know about it." His eyes move from yours to around the corridor, "All of them."

"Except for hellfire, though, right?" You add with a laugh.

"Look, that is different. There has to be a line of PDA around those little sheep. They need to respect me, and if I show them how easily manipulated I can be by my lady. They would use you as a weapon." He says, looking over you slowly.

His gaze eventually lands in yours as you say, "And you think I wouldn't betray those little sheep, hell, the whole world for you, my love? A million times over!"

"How do you make villainy so endearing? Must be that witchcraft" he tries to pull you in for another kiss.

"Talking of witches, where is your class again?" You say, smiling.

Eddie rolls his eyes, "Ok, I'm going alright. I'll see you at lunch", he says, grabbing your face for a hard peck of a kiss on the lips before heading his way to class, and you turn around, heading back to yours.

You arrive a few minutes late back to class and notice the girl from the drama department that Trent had been hanging out with, Laura. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and a handkerchief clutched in her hand. She notices you look at her; if looks could kill, you would have been obliterated where you stood.

You make your way to your seat quickly, and for the remainder of class, just avoid looking at her completely.

You had your suspicions from the look on her face, Trent had done this, caused her to be upset like this, but it's not like you could ask, right? Console her, tell her that there are guys out there that are so fantastic she'll question what she had been doing with Trent at all.

Though for all you knew, it could be something completely unrelated. You decide to focus on class, but your mind is so distracted. This whole Trent business was someone else's problem, now. He'd basically stopped communicating with you once he got to college, and that was that. You had no love, not even like, for the guy, and now he was back, and you couldn't wait for him to fuck off back to his campus again.

Something hits your leg, and you look down to find a crumpled-up piece of paper. You snatch it up and open it discretely in your lap. "Good luck with your mission to get Trent back, slut!"

Your face contorts with confusion. You pocket the note and look around to be greeted by a dirty look from Laura.

The pieces were coming together. Trent had messed something up with her, so he had somehow convinced her you were the reason for it. You shake your head, same old cowardly tricks. Shame you didn't figure that out until it was too late.

You just try to focus on the lesson until the lunch bell rings, and you can get out of here and see Eddie. You've got no interest in being dragged down into some high school drama bullshit.

Entering the cafeteria, you spy your friend Dawn and her boyfriend Joe, but no sign of Trent or Laura with them, as you would have suspected.

You look over to the Hellfire table. Most of them were there, but there was a prominent absence of Eddie.

You feel a tug on your arm, you turn slowly, and your eyes meet Carla's, the only female member of hellfire club this year. Her sweet, cherub-like face looks up at you kindly, but there is a slight hint of concern on her brow.

"Um...Eddie might be a bit late for lunch. He said to let you know, but he won't be long." She says hurriedly.

Her eyes dart towards the cafeteria window for a second, and you follow their momentary path and peer outside. Eddie was standing confidently but defensively. His arms were not tucked around his chest but folded in front of it. His expression was unsympathetic and almost bored, but the stance of his lower body gave him away. He was just waiting for an excuse to rush the guy opposite him.

That guy being Trent.

Trent unnecessarily slightly hunched over, his arms and hands animated. His expression was condescending and one of provocation as he paced up and down in front of Eddie.

It's almost like he senses you, and Eddie's eyes turn to look at the window, and you dive down out of sight. Carla tugs your sleeve again, "Maybe you could just come and eat lunch with us until Eddie gets here?"

"Are you crazy? You know he's out there with my ex, who, pardon my french Carla, is an absolute bitch. Eddie's been doing so well this year. He doesn't need a mark against him," you complain at her, walking towards the cafeteria door.

"He said you would say something like that. But, he said to tell you to let him deal with it himself. If you believe in him, that is," Carla says, slowly recalling it from memory.

Eddie, you absolute swine! You think to yourself and let out a grunt of frustration.

"Carla, do you have a compact mirror by any chance?" You're thinking of fashioning a makeshift periscope so you can at least keep an eye on Eddie and ensure he's safe.

Carla looks at you in disbelief, "He said you'd ask me for it, so he took it from me. He said you'd get it out of me if he didn't."

You put your hands on your hips, "Well, if he's so smart, how does he know I just won't ask someone else for one?"

"Oh, because he said..." Carla begins

"By the time you've got to that point. I'll be all done" you hear Eddie's voice beside you, "Thanks, CC." Eddie says as Carla does a little courtesy and hurries back to Gareth.

Eddie shrugs gently. Your face is not impressed, "I'm unharmed. Physically Trent is also unharmed. I just wanted to hear what he had to say for himself, that's all."

"Physically, only?" You ask, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, like mentally, possibly emotionally, devastated, but physically didn't touch him. Didn't have to" Eddie smirks and reaches for your hand, and you hand him the note from your pocket.

"He's got a bee in his bonnet about us, babe. He'll just keep doing stuff like this." You say a worriedness in your tone.

"Then let him. Let him try and shake us a thousand times, and each time I look at him, he'll remember what I told him out there, and he will retreat so fast, babe." Eddie says, almost laughing, not worried in the slightest

"What happened out there?" you say, your voice edges with concern. Worried that Eddie had made some threats, you knew that Trent and his cronies didn't take kindly to that sort of thing.

"Well, a bunch of things got said, and I'll fill you in on all that privately later, but honestly, it all boiled down to this. He told me I wasn't enough, I wouldn't amount to anything blah, blah, blah. So I stepped up to him and looked him dead in the eyes, babe, and I said 'Y/N is happy, she's in love, with me, and she is satisfied.' and oh," Eddie claps his hands together with glee, "boy, he didn't like that. Then he was all like, 'no, you've known her five minutes, compared to 3 years,' and he was droning on, so I stopped him and asked him, "Did she call you? Like at all?" And his face just fell, and I knew I had him," Eddie pinches his fingers together like he's squashing a tiny bug, "and I repeated, 'She's a satisfied woman. I'm sure you haven't met many of those, so for your benefit, and because I pity you, here is what you need to do. Cut your losses, keep your dignity, and crawl back where you came from, K? Buh-bye."

Your eyes are wide with surprise. Surprised that Eddie hadn't threatened Trent. Eddie hadn't warned Trent off his girl. He hadn't used violence. He'd just told him the truth and sure belittled him a bit, but in such a way that Trent wouldn't be able to regale his cronies with tales of a big bad Eddie Munson who needed to be taught a lesson.

The most crucial part was Eddie wasn't afraid, and as you stood there with him, his confidence wrapped around you like a safety blanket. You didn't have to worry about Trent anymore. He couldn't ruin this for you. Eddie's buttons had been pushed, his insecurities thrown in his face, and he stood his ground because he believed in you because he believed in this.

Your eyes move around his face, and you sigh a shaky breath that renders you speechless. You want to jump into Eddie's arms right now, squeeze him tightly and plant a thousand kisses on him. But, instead, you blink slowly at him as your heart booms in its rib cage prison. Your pupils must be like saucers or some other tell because Eddie tilts his head at you quizzically.

He reads your expression, and his face changes from one of "I just kicked this guy's ass with words, babe, you'd be so proud" to "Fucking hell, I'm the greatest man who ever lived". He looks pleased with himself, but not in a smug way, genuine pride in himself.

When he offers you his arm with a big beautiful smile on his face, it's difficult not to look around at the rest of the cafeteria with your own very smug grin and give them a royal wave. Instead, you gratefully take his arm, say very little for the remainder of lunch, and just stare at him.

Watching how his face and body move when he talks, adding the odd confirmation of listing if required "uh-huh", and you were desperately trying to listen to what he was saying, but your brain was scrambling everything. This was it. This was the guy, and he'd been here the whole time.

Thankfully his conversations seemed to be for the whole table, so it was easy enough to take pointers from their own nods or head shakes about what you should be doing if his eyes fell on you.

The bell jump scares you back into real life, "Jesus!" You say with your hand to your chest.

Eddie looks over at you, laughing, "Alright there, babe? "

He eyes the rest of the table as they stand to leave and keeps you behind with him, "So about what I said...are you in?" He says, looking at you biting his lip.

"Er...yeah...of course", you agree to who knows what and venture a smile.

Eddie bursts out laughing. "You haven't listened to me the whole time we've been sitting at this table, have you?"

You squint your eyes and wrinkle your nose, "I mean...."

"Shit! I knew it. Don't even try to lie! I know those eyes. I mean, I didn't mind, but wow." he says, brushing down his denim vest.

"I was really trying to listen, babe. I swear," you say sort of apologetically, but also laughing at your own ridiculousness.

"Well, I'm glad you finally caught up with me," he says, grasping your face with one hand, squeezing it.

"Huh?" You say quizzically.

"When you're cooking, when you're getting ready, fresh out of the shower, when you're reading your book," he says, his cheeks flush a little.

You wriggle out of his grasp, "So, all those times I thought you asked me about something again, you weren't genuinely interested in it. You just hadn't listened the first time?"

Eddie is cackling, leaning back on his seat, and sighs to take a breath. "I'm sorry, babe, I thought you knew. It was mostly interesting for the record, but I didn't catch them the first time around."

"Well, I can't say anything about it now, can I? I'd be a hypocrite." You laugh and grasp his hand, "I'm glad I finally caught up, you know. It's much nicer here" That was spoken right from the heart. You looked around inside yourself for those old insecurities, and, for the moment at least, they had vanished.

You wish you were brave enough to ask what his brain was thinking about instead of listening in those moments. If he felt the same as you.

"No, you can't!" He teases playfully, moving his head side to side as his face closes in on your for a soft kiss, which you didn't think even possible felt more electric than all the ones before it. "See you after class, babe." he lifts you out of your seat and turns your face to his. He walks backwards away from you, raising his hands in the air. "Your gift for the afternoon....you get to watch me walk away" he shoots you a wink and walks out of the cafeteria doors.

Later at yours, homework completed. Eddie shakes the box of tapes at you. You immediately select the Metallica album with the hammer on the cover, "Remember on our first date that I didn't know was a date, and I had to be armed? This is what could have happened." You say, pointing at the cover.

Eddie's face lights up, "Yes, yes, I heard your little joke, but honestly, honey. I have been dying for you to pick this one for weeks."

He grabs the cassette tightly and rushes to the stairs. There is no thundering sound as he descends, so you can only assume he's used the bannister rail as a slide.

You hear some muttering between Eddie and your folks as you pack away your books and Eddie's.

"Moonbeam?" Your Mom pokes her head around the door, "I think your gonna need a warm coat for this one, so I got you this one. Also, Eddie said if you have any old things you don't mind getting destroyed, to bring them too. He's so funny, that boy."

You rush and give your Mom a tight hug, "Oh Mama, I know he is, but I think...maybe..."

Your Mom pushes your back gently from the hug to take a good look at you, "Go on, Moonbeam. It's safe" her eyes are wide and sparkling.

"I thought Trent being back here would mess things up between Eddie and me, but today Mama... Today! What a day! It was something so trivial, but it made me think...I dunno...maybe..." You tighten your grip on her arms and see her eyes well up a little as she nods encouragingly.

"Babe, what's the hold-up? Everything ok?" Eddie's voice rings from the bottom of the stairs. Your thought process breaks.

"Everything's ok. I'm just getting my stuff," you yell back.

"Sorry, Mama, I promise I'll take to you about this later. You know how he gets when he's excited about something" you shrug and put on the coat she offered you.

"Indeed, I know how he gets when he's excited about a project. He was only bending our ears the other day about..." You Mom starts

"I am so sorry, Mama, but I really have to get going," you say quickly, pulling on some outdoor knee-high boots.

Your Mom smiles, walks into your closet, and re-emerges with a cardboard box with a big T written on it, "I think you'll find the stuff in here, you won't mind getting damaged".

You grab the box from her, kiss her on the cheek, and run down the stairs, nearly tumbling down them but catching yourself at the last moment.

"Ready!" You say. Eddie is smiling from ear to ear and grabs the box under one arm and grabs your hand with the other, almost running out the door with you.

"Bye!!" You both shout back.

Once in the van, on your way and the album blasting loudly, you ask, "So where are we going that you are so excited about?"

"Oh, we're going to mine, well, nearly mine, anyway" he's still grinning wildly.

"Are you always this excited to go home? We could spend more time at yours if you want, you know?" You ask, a little puzzled.

"No, we're going to meet up with my Uncle." He says, still smiling, his whole body tense with excitement.

"Oh, Eddie. Why didn't you say Wayne was gonna be there?" You whine, pull down the mirror, check your face, and grumble, "I would have put on something else, redone my makeup, or..."

"He likes you just fine, babe. You worry too much. He's just protective, is all." Eddie reaches over and squeezes your knee.

"Yeah, but I want him to like me, like my parents like you. You know? I guess I can't have everything, though, right?" You say a little forlornly.

"Do you know how many people I've seen him kiss on the forehead, Y/N? Two, and both of them are sitting in this van right now. He's very loving, really. He just doesn't express it like the rest of us."

"I have no doubts about that at all. Just I want him to love me and know I'm not...you know...like he thought I was."

Eddie squeezes your knee again and sighs, "Look, it's not your fault all those things happened to me before we even knew one another. He knows how happy I am, and he knows, deep down, how much you care about me. He was out there that day the same as me. He saw what happened to your arm, trying to keep a hold on me and then wrenching me back up there. But, unfortunately, he also saw how sad I was when I thought I'd lost you. Sure, you dress like a norm, but to my Uncle, you're the most dangerous thing that's ever walked in his trailer." Eddie lets out a soft laugh, but you can hear the slight sadness in his voice.

"Hey, you know what. I've killed the mood in here. I will win him over one day. But for now," you reach over to the stereo and turn it up really loud, and mimic the head banging and hand signals you usually see Eddie do in the passenger seat when you're driving.

It takes a few minutes, but he's back in full excitable mode just in time to pull up at a wooded area near the trailer park.

Eddie grabs the box under his arm, holds your hand, and. runs with you further into the woods until you see a clearer area with a few tree stumps. You sit down and open the box as Eddie paces around.

"Oh, no. No, no. This is bad. This is bad" you start to panic.

Eddie rushes over, "What's wrong, babe? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not, but...Jesus. You said you wanted some stuff we could destroy, so my Mom gave me this box. Which I thought was like T for toys, but it's not, is it...of course fucking, of course, it isn't...your Uncle is gonna be here any minute, and I have a box full of ex-boyfriend stuff" You put your hands to your head like this is unbelievable.

Eddie is smiling.

"I know what I'll do, right? I'll just..." You grab the box, find some undergrowth, and start covering the box. Kicking it out of sight. A million expletives muttered under your breath.

Once satisfied it was expertly squished and hidden, you turn back to Eddie, who is looking back at you in comical alarm.

"You know, for a second there, I thought you wanted to keep that stuff. Which I wouldn't have any issue with, by the way, memories are memories, good or bad, right?"

"Are you crazy? I didn't even know that box was in there. They tied all that stuff away for me one day, and I thought they'd put it in the trash."

You brush yourself down, "Is my hair ok?" You say, trying to smooth it down.

Eddie reaches over and runs his hands over it and then moves his hands to your face, "It's perfect." Then, he leans down and kisses you on the tip of your nose.

"Now that's quite enough of that for the Evenin' I'll be requirin' your full attention. These are not toys".

Eddie's eyes are twinkling, and he's grinning widely. You turn around to see Wayne Munson holding two air rifles.

"This one heres a springer, this one a PCP. I'll show you how to use both. Though if you're ever in a situation like that pit again, I suggest you opt for something more in the auto-style."

You wave a hand in front of you, allowing Eddie to choose first. He picks the PCP, leaving you the springer.

"First of all. If I see either of yous pointing the gun at anything other than the clear ground or your target, this is over. Is that clear to ya both? Not at one another, not at me, not at something passing by, and not at your own self. Even if ya think it's funny...I hope you're listnin' Edward!"

You both nod solemnly.

"You e'er shot a rifle before missy?" Wayne says, approaching you.

As you look up at him, you feel the anxiousness start to creep over you, "No, sir."

"Well, not to worry, I'll show ya how. Let me set up Eddie here 'fore he erupts with impatience."

You observe as Wayne crouches down next to and instructs Eddie how to hold the rifle, reload it, aim, squeeze the trigger and most importantly, where the safety is.

Eddie shoots a couple of pellets, leaps up from his leaning positions and runs to retrieve his target sheet. You know it before you see it. He's an excellent shot. You smile proudly at him, and Wayne grabs him in a side hug, ruffling his hair, "Thas, my boy!!"

Your happy, proud moment is short-lived as Wayne turns, and it's suddenly your turn next. You swallow hard. Your mouth is an arid desert, frozen to the spot, and your brain just repeating to you, 'Don't fuck this up. Do not fuck this up.'

Wayne walks over and gives you a half smile. You glance to Eddie for support, but he's too focused on his target.

Your eyes return to Wayne, who holds out the rifle and starts detailing the parts to you, where the safety is, the trigger, and finally, the process for you, "This here is a break barrel." He puts the butt of the rifle to his hip and hits his hand on the gun barrel, and it's like it splits in two. "You grab the very end of the barrel and point it down to the ground. Always at the ground away from ya 'n everyone else, k? And never put your hand near the trigger at this point, right? Then getcha pellet in there, and..." He pushes the barrel back into position with one loud snap, which makes you jump.

Wayne smiles at you, "Ya don't gotta do this if you don't wanna. He won't think no less o' ya"

"Oh...erm...no...I wanna try. It's important to learn. I'm just nervous, is all," you say, twiddling your fingers together.

Something changes in Wayne's expression at that moment. He looks at your hands and then at the ground before handing over the rifle to you.

"Here you try." He gives you that half smile again. This time his tone is gentle and encouraging.

You talk yourself through the process out loud and look to Wayne for confirmation you were doing the right thing. You repeat that a few times until Wayne nods and approaches you again.

"Ok, so this one's got a spring in her. You gotta be ready for that recoil, k? If you sit her jus right, it don't hurt too much." He says kindly

Wayne motions you to the stump, and you crouch down like Eddie is leaning on it to support the rifle. Wayne helps you position the gun and your hands, and crouches next to you. His face is next to yours as his hands wrap around your own on the weapon.

"Ok, imma help ya this time, but then you're on your own, k?" You nod silently but are so nervous right now, "Don't be so tense, loosen up. You got this, kid," Wayne adds gently.

Wayne helps you aim and take your first shot, the rifle butt juts into your body, but it doesn't hurt too much at all.

The exhilaration is overwhelming, and you smile hugely at him, and to your surprise, he smiles back warmly.

"Uncle Wayne, I hope to Christ you aren't making moves on my girl right now". You hear Eddie shout over, you look round, and Eddie gives you a wink.

"Boy, you gotta lotta nerve accusing me 'o all sortsa nothing." Wayne says, releasing you and standing up, hands on his hips, just like Eddie.

"Get me a new target, old timer. I've blasted through this one," Eddie laughs.

You get up and talk yourself through the reloading again. Lost in the process, you forget that Wayne is still nearby.

"Atta girl," he says, ruffling your hair, and leaves you to it for a while.

Eddie gets through his pellet magazine reasonably quickly. You, however, have to manually reload each time have lots left, not that it would matter because your aim, let's say, leaves a lot to be desired.

Wayne replaces your target with a fresh one and goes back to Eddie for a chat. You can make out the odd thing.

"Yeah, he turned up a school, but he ain't nothing to worry about. Usual rich kid bullshit, not even imaginative. I'm not good enough. It won't last. I'm a phase. You know?"

You glance over as you reload, Wayne has his hand on Eddie's shoulder, and you feel anger rise in you.

'Who the fuck did Trent think he was?', Bang. Reload

'Eddie is a phase who describes another human being that way', Bang. Reload

'It won't last? What the hell would he know about anything lasting?' Bang. Reload

'Not good enough? What a joke. If anything, you weren't good enough for Eddie, and Trent certainly wasn't good enough for you' Bang. Reload

'Imagine if you'd married that guy. You would never have known any different' Bang. Reload

'You would have ended up miserable just like some of the nuclear families on your block' Bang. Reload

'I fucking hate Trent. Loathe him entirely. How did I not see it' Bang. Reload

"Baaaaabe", comes a careful call out, "You doing ok over there?" Eddie's voice snaps you out of it, and your scowl turns to a smile.

"Yeah, sorry, just got in a rhythm, is all" you grin back, put down the rifle for a minute and take a break against your stump.

Wayne runs over to your target from the stump and looks at you with a surprised expression before taking it over to Eddie for consultation.

"Did she now?" You hear Wayne chuckle as Eddie regales him with some tale or another.

"Hey, babe, you wanna swap?" Eddie yells over.

"I don't mind, I'm kinda used to this one now, but if you wanna try it out, I can bring it over." You yell back, and Eddie beckons you over with a hand gesture. You make sure to hold the rifle safely and head over towards them.

Eddie takes the rifle from you and sets it down carefully. He and Wayne smile at one another and then smile back at you.

Suddenly Eddie has his arms around you in a bear hug whilst his Uncle runs over to the shrub hiding your box of Trent memorabilia. You initially struggle to get free, but it's too late. Wayne already has the box.

You slump your head against Eddie and mumble into his chest, "I thought I was doing so well today, too."

"What were you thinking about over there? You looked like you were gonna rage," Eddie asks, resting his chin on your head.

"Just you know what Trent said to you earlier. It made me so angry, Eddie. Like the audacity of that idiot. Your a million times the guy he'll ever be. I just hate him for even speaking to you like that. He had no right." The frown returning to your face.

"Well, if it's any consolation. Hate appears to improve your aim... massively." Eddie waves the target card in front of your face. A small grouping of pellet marks can be seen in the centre of it.

"Ya sure, ya don't want any of this stuff?" Wayne asks, walking over with the box.

"No, thank you", you say, still leaning on Eddie's chest, but you turn your head to reply to Wayne.

"Let's shoot the shit outta it then", Wayne smirks at you.

You break out of Eddie's hold, root through the box with Wayne holding it, and start setting up the stumps. A photo stuck on your stump, some impersonal stuffed toys lined up on top of some cinema tickets, and generic greeting cards with nothing other than the To and From added to them.

You get handed the pneumatic rifle this time, and shooting is a breeze, your aim is generally off again, but it's still fun, except for the photo of Trent, which you manage to annihilate the face of.

Eddie is slowly but surely shooting his way through the limbs of a small stuffed valentine's bear.

"Alright, kids, times up. I gotta head on out to work. Next time maybe we'll upgrade you to something with a bit more kick, huh? Maybe take a visit to warzone?"

Eddie runs around and jumps on Wayne's back and kisses the bald spot on his head, "Fuck yeah!!" Eddie shouts.

Wayne laughs heartily at Eddie's excitement, "Gerr off, boy. I got places to be"

You smile at them both. They were just a perfect family. There was nothing but unconditional love here, which was beautiful because that's what they both were inside and out.

You leave them to their wrestling and tidy up all the trash in the box. You feel a hand on your shoulder, "Not too shabby out there today. I'm sure glad we did this, you know. I see it now. " He says a little awkwardly and then quickly grabs you into a hug but lets you go just as fast.

"Take care of my boy, darlin'," he says quietly to you as he nods and turns towards his car.

You are entirely dumbfounded, frozen in pose and thought for the second time today. You must stay that way for a few seconds and finally make your way over to Eddie and the van.

Eddie waves off his Uncle and looks back at you with a satisfied smile, "Well? How did you find it?"

"Which bit?" You laugh.

"Come 'ere," he says, inviting you into his arms. You gladly rush up, thud into him, and rest your head against his chest. Then, wrapping your arms around his waist, your hands pressed against his back underneath his jacket.

Eddie's arms envelop you and squeeze you to him, "You know earlier, Trent even tried to insinuate that if I were in his position, I would have done the same", Eddie muses.

"Oh honey, let's not talk about that idiot anymore", you complain, snuggling into Eddie's t-shirt.

"Last time today, I promise," he says earnestly, "He said that going to college was like he'd been living in a tiny room his whole life, and then it was like a world of possibilities was in front of him." Eddie adjusts his hold on you, so his hands are clasped together behind you.

Eddie continues, "I told him he was a dumbass. Then he said something about at least he went to college, and I said that's not why you're a dumbass. I said you're a fool because I get to hold my world in my arms every day".

You melt into his embrace, "You know, Eddie. I don't think my aim improved because I hate Trent. It improved because I was thinking about protecting the person I love."

You feel Eddie's chest expand, and his heart pounds like the most enchanting music to your ears.

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does it ever drive you crazy (just how fast the night changes)

https://ift.tt/rGo4t9a by asawyer98 “Oh God — Ted?” The sound of abject horror in Rebecca’s voice has him glancing up towards her face, her hand covering her mouth. She’s staring intently, her eyes focused towards something on the ground, and he follows her line of sight down towards the rugged cobblestones. It’s dark, the street dim, but he catches the reflection of something when he shifts forward a bit, the light from the street lamps glinting off of something in the gutter. He cranes his neck to get a better look, his eyes catching a glimpse of a hilt smeared with red. It’s a goddamned knife. He starts running his hands over Jamie’s torso with a renewed vigor. He’s surprised he can get the words out past the dryness of his mouth. “Were you hit?” he asks, moving to wrap around his back, then trailing frantically over his arms and finally his legs before locking around his ankles, giving them a firm shake. “Jamie, look at me — were you stabbed?” or, Ted Lasso has never been good in a fight. Words: 11041, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Jamie Tartt, Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Dr. Sharon Fieldstone, Henry Lasso, Michelle Lasso, Roy Kent, Ted Lasso's Father, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso) Relationships: Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton, Ted Lasso & Rebecca Welton, Ted Lasso & Jamie Tartt, Henry Lasso & Ted Lasso, Roy Kent & Ted Lasso, Coach Beard & Ted Lasso, Dr. Sharon Fieldstone & Ted Lasso Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Ted Lasso’s canonically large Daddy Issues, Canonical references to suicide, Major Character Injury, Hospitals, Medical Emergency, Blood, Stabbing, Near Death Experiences, Medical Accuracies (I tried), Established Relationship, Protective Ted Lasso, Everyone is protective of Ted Lasso, American Football, Kansas, Found Family, Team Bonding, Ted Lasso as a father figure, Trauma, Therapy, Anxiety, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Medication, brief mention of drug abuse, Nightmares, Catholicism, Biscuits With the Boss (Ted Lasso), The kitchen is Ted Lasso’s Holy Ground, Cuddling & Snuggling, Existential Crisis, I would like to offer my sincerest apologies to one Mr. Theodore Lasso, Is this entire fic an ode to the West Wing? Kinda., Buckle up folks - it’s about to be a bumpy ride, First rule of Fight Club? No Fight Club. source https://archiveofourown.org/works/49970545 September 09, 2023 at 11:20PM

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veliseraptor · 2 years

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Top 5 fictional siblings!

oh boy oh man. I feel like I've probably answered this one previously but I don't feel like going digging for it right now so you get to read me talking about at least some of the same relationships again

1. Yunmeng Siblings. God! What a mess! Truly a deeply codependent trio with intertwining and sometimes clashing issues and communication problems! I love them. Like...god, no joke, I'm pretty sure it was the Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian relationship specifically that actively hooked me emotionally and that kinda continued to be true (and is definitely true now as one of my major points of emotional connection), but then Jiang Yanli in there and the dynamic with her added? The role she plays in mediating, her self-effacing-ness, the way she is, I think, trying to make herself small in part to offset the drama swirling around the other two and also just generally to avoid conflict? The "older sister taking on vaguely parental role" vibes? I just...love them. And all their fucked up mess.

2. Shi Wudu & Shi QIngxuan. I feel like I was less attached to this as a dynamic on my first read and got more into it on reread because again - say it with me - it's a mess. Shi Wudu's overprotective, somewhat controlling relationship to Shi Qingxuan born clearly out early fear and anxiety about her doomed status but now manifesting in disapproval and judgment, and the tension between Shi Qingxuan's freewheeling, carefree nature and her desire to please her brother...and maybe most of all the way that the fact that they love each other too much ultimately condemns both of them. Shi Wudu refuses to make a decision that will hurt Shi Qingxuan. Shi Qingxuan again and again refuses to turn away from her brother even after she knows what he's done. I'm suffering about it.

3. Felix & Mildmay. Remember when I was 13 and read Melusine and possibly was a little young for it but latched onto it so hard and got really, really invested in the relationship between Felix and Mildmay in all its fucked up codependent messy glory? Yeah, that was a thing and it hasn't changed. Beautiful disasters. and like...I feel like in some ways Mildmay's love and devotion to Felix goes without saying (it's not always good for him!) but I was just looking back through my blog and found the part where Felix answers someone judging his relationship with Mildmay at the end of the first book by saying that he is "down in the gutter. With him." and boy!!! for a character who so ruthlessly distances himself from his gutter history in every possible way...that's a lot.

4. Richard & Lymond. Feel like this whole post could be titled "what a mess! they love each other very much but what a mess! and that's definitely also true here. Like from The Game of Kings classic "I will bring him to you on his knees, weeping, and begging to be killed" through...everything in Checkmate tbh...augh. It's almost always Lymond making things harder, also, but Richard just...can never quite walk away from him.

5. As usual I waffled on my fifth but I ended up going with the Sons of Feanor as a whole. A little bit of a different dysfunction because I think their dysfunction is less with each other (though increasingly the 'us against the world' thing probably...isn't super healthy) but more with. the extended family and also the world. But boy do I love a borderline pathologically loyal group of siblings dedicated to a hopeless cause that they kinda know is hopeless but it's happening anyway! and they all die miserably except one who lives miserably! That is, as the kids say, the good shit.

Honorable mention does have to go to Thor and Loki, who do own the tag "tragic siblings" on this blog.

#conversating #chilled ice cubes #top five meme #extremely belatedly

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lemonnngrass · 11 months

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Turns out that the god he found was just a little girl/Sitting on a swingset/Just a little girl/She said "Mister, you look tired/I will let you go, but first/I think that what you're asking for/It just might make things worse" (Nunemaker's Parable, Everyone's Worried About Owen)

A self-centered artist/Self-obsessed artist/I am an artist/I am an artist/But I'm just a kid/I'm just a kid/I'm just a kid, kid/And maybe I'll grow out of it (Art Is Dead, Bo Burnham)

I get bronchitis twice a year at least/My lungs aren’t the way that they should be/And I smoke more than a motherfucking chimney/I declare war on my body (Self-Esteem, AJJ)

Oh, my God, not another awkward encounter/Oh, my God, my anxieties are in the gutter/Oh, my God, I think I need another cigarette/I think I need another cigarette (I Don't Even Smoke, Stick And Poke)

When you said/"Come on in, the water’s fine"/I whispered, "I don’t want to hurt you" (Wichitalk, Pigeon Pit)

When they send in the fire fighters I'll be reduced to glowing embers/My darling, please remember/That I burnt down all these trees for you (Discarded Cigarette, Paper Ceilings)

And I don't like nicotine/Or maybe I do/There’s something comforting in having your nerves reconstructed and reconstrued (To: Myself In Colorado, Everyone's Worried About Owen)

You know, I kinda wish I had let you do that one thing that one time/But in retrospect, it would've been a bad idea 'cause/You don't care about me like I care about you so I feel bad/Never invite me over ever again/Just kidding, please do!/I really wanna hangout with you (I Threw Glass In My Friend's Eyes And Now I'm On Probation, Destroy Boys)

I could go off the deep end/I could kill all my best friends/I could follow stylish trends/And God knows I could make amends/But I've got an angry heart/Filled with cancers and poppy tarts/If this is how you folks make art it's fucking depressing (Brave As A Noun, AJJ)

some ult seth for the heart <33

#seth forrest tag #ultimate seth tag

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kaorei-endgame · 2 years

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🎶oh my god, not another awkward encounter😸oh my god, my anxieties are in the gutter😻oh myyyyy god, i think i need another 🚬 🥰🎶 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cecpx4KDKVW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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wistfulrat · 3 years

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[the soft boi list is here and truly i’m not surprised this rec is going to be the longest bc if there’s one thing a bitch is going to do, it’s yearn.

as always! if you love a fic, follow the authors, leave kudos & comments, send them nice msgs bc free art is still labor xoxo]

part 3: soft bois

mood: for when I need respite, a balm to the all-consuming shittiness of life

includes: fluff, comfort, low-stakes, slow-burn fics. a wistful look, a rainy morning, an unexpected grace, a stupidly disarming joke. i could live inside these fics. the smallness of human lives removed from the site of that which hurts & irreparably changes. the story-equivalent of a deep breath after a long day. pregnant silences & pensive mundanity & shy smiles. banter with bite but without the cruelty. the color lavender. weirdly whimsical. soft fics are not necessarily conflict-averse (no drarry fic rly can be, considering the context) but, they offer the reader a generous distance from the initial harm. they’re the quiet cleaning up after a storm. sometimes healing is an exacting surgical knife and other times it’s a slow scabbing. you read these fics to be reassured that the way forward is not always ruthless. and honestly?? they deserve a semblance of peace godDAMmit.

The Way Down by @letteredlettered - 65k - T “and I thought that if someone talked to you as though you were a human being you might—maybe you could act like one” --the way i think about this line daily. the characterization of draco in this fic is one my favorites bc he’s earnest and neurotic and tired of harry’s shit. which is to say, he cares so so much. and harry doesn’t know what to do with that bc he’s got a monster in his chest and lives as a recluse. but they both humanize each other in ways no one else can. “you’re just a person” has to be some kind of drarry ethics of belonging and it makes me CRY. -

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @greaseonmymouth and dustmouth - 96k - T “Maybe it’s not about deserving it? Maybe you just get to have it anyway. . .I’m allowing myself to want something and to let myself have it and to fight for it.” --harry runs a daycare and also works at a library. draco spends a lot of time in said library. they bond over sci-fi books and therapy anecdotes and quiet philosophical conversations held over cafeteria soup. and harry’s struggling to understand his asexuality. draco’s learning how to live with anxiety and depression. they both want to be deserving of love. incredible fic with beautiful art by dustmouth. -

Open for Repairs by @drarrytrash - 35k - T “A few leaves rustle in the gutter and the muggle world pays no mind to them, to two lost boys holding on for dear life.” --all of their fics feel exactly like this. like you’ve been allowed to look at something private, tender, unexpected. draco, known abba fan, is a repairman in the muggle world & harry can’t stop breaking thrifted things in order to see him? say less, i'm thERE. also “I think I have a crush on you” goddddd - other faves by them: Counting Down By Ten - 2k - T: draco’s stepped outside of the party for a smoke. harry follows him bc of course he does. i could read this 100 times and not get tired of it. - Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon - 36k - E: FUCKING HILARIOUS I CACKLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. draco’s wolfy problem and harry helping him and harry being flustered by how much he likes draco and draco’s hot heroic moment. shutup it’s perfect. “He almost asks if Draco ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit all the time, but he knows that he, personally, never ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit.” and “It’s the traumas,” Harry says gravely” --lines that live rent free in my head -

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks by seefin - 70k - E “That was the only logical thing to do here, wasn’t it? It was the next step, it was the end of hurting each other and the beginning of the exact opposite.” --harry lives with luna and neville and also he dreams about the future sometimes? and he keeps running into draco. draco thinks this is sus as hell, until he doesn’t. feat. taxi rides, museums, cinemas, rooftop conversations beneath a lunar eclipse, mid-sex innocuous banter, draco and harry discussing nicki minaj. this fic charmed my ass off. seefin writes the most effortlessly hilarious dialogues. i smiled at my phone like an idiot at least 7 times. - other faves by them: Wild - 93k - E: “he liked feeling needed, for the things that he was needed for back at the house in Ireland. For cooking and gardening and driving. Easy things.” --this shit makes me cry it’s so good. harry lives in Ireland with these three brilliant, hilarious, wandless witches and draco’s a potions student who's come to study under one of the housemates and the boys have so much shit to work through but their love becomes so tender and honest. draco yells at harry a lot and harry lets him and they both keep each other grounded in something real and fuCK. - Divination for Dickheads - 7k - G: “I’m terrible at having crushes. I’ve never played anything cool a day in my life.” -- oh harry, we knOW. a bus ride, a fortune teller, an aquarium birthday party. god i love this fic. -

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic - 61k - E “But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?" --the steady blossoming of their friendship in this fic is so goddamn beautiful i want to yell. it’s draco and harry learning to trust each other and the whole thing unfolds so slowly, in this whimsical mix of london streets, wizarding politics, church halls feat. a Hot vicar, and a magical antique shop owner who’s married to literal poseidon?? goD the environment of this fic. immaculate. [also there’s a tender shower scene that makes me cry every single fucking time so if you read this fic pls dm me so we can be embarrassing about it together tbh] -

Nice Things by aideomai - 22k - M “He kept waiting for the weird shock of touch to not knock him clean out of his head, leave him quiet and warm and happy.” --8th year. harry forms an unlikely friendship with draco that begins with smoking weed on a windowsill. harry is touch-starved and draco touches him like he touches all his close friends - like it’s easy. the quiet affection in this fic, the way harry burrows himself into touch bc he’s been without it for his entire life. reading this is like being held. -

Running On Air by @tinyhistory - 74k - T “do you remember when we were eleven?” --alexa play coldplay’s the scientist it’s sad girl hours and we’re about to fucking yearn. you’ve seen this fic rec on every drarry list under the sun and i'm here to be redundant. the hype is so goddamn real. this story is a lyrical masterpiece held together by lines that act as refrains that will rattle around your brain until you die, probably. draco’s been missing for 3yrs. harry goes to find him. it’s their odyssey of homecoming. -

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken - 12k - T “But Draco, Draco was everything but boring. Draco made sitting in the rain watching an empty house fun.” --auror partners pining and draco being eccentric and harry being very earnestly gay about draco’s eccentricities!! god this fic is so genuinely fun skskd feat. undercover missions, murderous faeries, a book heist, a stunning navy dress, harry’s eyelashes. -

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by @thistle-verse - 14k - T “Draco is about to say something else— to thank Potter for what he’d done, however poorly— but Harry is smiling at him again, and it’s so soft and perfect that Draco holds in any inadequate words, lest he spoil it.” --draco collects tea cozies and of course harry has the one he wants. the sad and tender gays are at it again feat. conversations in the rain at a train station, melancholy Blaise, muggle photos, wizarding e-bay, the Dursleys. -

Helix by Saras_Girl - 92k - E “Draco sighs in his sleep and Harry clings on to consciousness, needing to hold on, to give this tiny, insignificant moment the attention it deserves” --I think maybe you can describe every soft Saras_Girl story as giving tiny, insignificant moments the attention they deserve. like, this is an 8th year fic about snails and it’s full of whimsy, grief, compassion, and easy humor. an absolute must-read author in this genre if you want languorous, episodic fics full of distinct OCs and affectionate creatures. - other faves by them: Light up the Night Sky - 98k - M “Draco, sometimes you make my head feel like soup” --the one where harry is a fireworks artist and has a pet chameleon named ken. draco is on the wizarding arts council. they both pine like hell. - Headlights in the Snow - 71k - M “they stare at each other in silence, Harry’s heart beating so loud in his chest that he thinks the biddies must be able to hear it over the sound of their card game.” --the one where draco drives the knight bus and carts around the biddy club, a group of rambunctious old ladies who knit and drink tea and gossip. harry can’t help but fall in love with the everything about this. -

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 - 38k - T “Harry’s heavy thoughts lift at the sight, like dark clouds blown away from the sun by the wind. The tent doesn’t feel so cramped and stifling now. It feels cozy. And safe. It’s the same feeling that Harry gets when he’s at the Burrow for Sunday roasts, when a group of people who care for each other deeply are crammed into too-small a space.” --harry wanders to the lovegood house on a sunday afternoon. he’s baffled to see that luna’s taken pansy, greg, and draco under her wing. what follows is a summer of forest walks, scavenger hunts, gardening, water fights, odd cakes, faerie rings, and picnics. so many picnics. i love the pace of this fic, the innocent return to childhood things, the way luna brings out the best in all her friends. reluctantly soft slytherins are just *chefs kiss*!! -

Going Postal (A 125pg comic) by dustmouth - T what. a. beautiful. ass. comic. the wizarding fashion, the textures, the character design!! harry travels a lot for his job as a resourcer. draco works in the regulations dept. they pine like a bunch of lovesick idiots via field report notes. god i love dustmouth’s art. -

All the Earnest Young Men by @tepre - 29k - E “Draco is twenty-seven layers of personality wrapped up in drama and humour, and a wit so sharp it still stings when he doesn’t see it coming. But there is something below that, too. Something that makes Harry ache just looking at him.” --the way i would lay down my little life for tepre’s characterization of draco, whom invented the word earnest. he’s a magical art theory expert and portraits are disappearing all over London and harry’s the auror assigned to this case. and well. they’re both so very avoidant about how gay they are for each other and it’s like!! shutup and kiss!! which they do in fact, shutup and kiss. -

Trenches by sara_holmes - 3k - M “Somewhere in the distant part of his mind that hasn't frozen solid, he thinks that maybe he and Draco are about to become more than auror partners, smoking buddies, wine-mates and co-inhabitants of a snow filled trench somewhere in western Scotland.” --the plot line here is literally ��it’s cold and i need a fucking cigarette” but let me tell you how I never tire of the shared loaded-silences of two emotionally repressed gays. -

The Years Before Love by lomonaaeren - 13k - M “That’s one of the meanings of peace, he thinks, as Hermione hugs him...That he can do things slowly, softly, without worrying that they won’t be there tomorrow.” --andromeda taking harry under her wing and harry finding solace in teddy. narcissa and draco showing up and the tentative relationships that slowly develop in the quiet calm of andromeda’s house. found families and kisses in the snow and special xmas gifts ugh what’s not to love -

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy - 35k - M “I want this to be a house where people are welcome, where they don’t have to be any one way or another” --in which harry collects lost things--owls, best friends, inept bakers, potions experimenters--and turns the mausoleum that is grimmauld place into a home. feat. your fave drarry tropes like shared-beds and reluctant waltzing partners. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry fic rec #drarry fic #soft drarry #OK FINE I RAMBLED BUT WHAT DID WE EXPECT #alexa play futile devices

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captain-yeet · 3 years

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Rhythm of the Night (Felix Volturi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You weren't much of a nightclub girl. After some prodding by your friends, you gave in and decided to give it a shot. At the same time, a vampire had chosen the club you're at as his hunting grounds for the night...

Word count: 2.4k words.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes, harrassment, Felix is a h0rny bastard, y'all beware

Author note: I guess I’m back? And with shameless sorta smutty Felix content to boot? Can’t say I’m surprised at myself - the thirst for this man is endless. Anyway, enjoy! I’m back to supply with more hot Volturi guard content.

Loud, blaring music? Check.

Standing awkwardly with a drink in your hand? Check.

Two out of three of your friends ditching you in this too-big-for-it's-own-good club? Double check.

You'd had a long week. Your job was driving you nuts, and things were getting on top of you in a bad way. After visiting you and seeing you curled up on the couch with a distant look in your eyes, your friends had dragged you into your bedroom, gotten you looking like a full snack and dragged your ass to a nightclub.

A nightclub, you mentally sighed, the lights flashing distracting you. It HAD to be a nightclub. I better not regret this.

"Come on, Y/N, loosen up!" Your friend next to you whined, a playful grin on their face.

"I've never been to one of these places before," you admitted loudly, your voice barely audible even with shouting.

Shaking their head, your remaining friend laughed. "Come, trust me."

Taking the drink from your clammy hand and setting it aside on a random surface, they pulled you into the fray of people dancing. A new song had begun and the excited cheers of the crowd were almost as loud as the song itself.

Leaning in, you heard your friend say, "Just follow my lead and have fun your way!"

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and began swaying to the music along with your friend.

Entering the human infested club, Felix groaned internally. Demetri, because of course he would, suggested that he try and find a meal at the nearest nightclub in their vicinity.

"Lots of humans, especially ones who expect to have a fun night out!" Demetri had said casually, "just use your charm and lure one out."

Some days, I really do hate that man, Felix grumbled internally as the humid air and the scent of drunk people hit his face as he neared the sea of dancers. Scanning the faces and the scents of the crowd, he searched for his meal.

Demetri wasn't wrong; one of the best places to hunt were in fact nightclubs, along with dingy alleys in busy cities, hiking trails... and if you were desperate enough even regular old bars in cozy towns.

He wasn't desperate enough to risk his neck picking off a local from a bar. Too many people who know each other personally in bars. Nightclubs will do for the night.

Felix zeroed in on a potential victim; a random young man dancing with a girl and another man suggestively in the fray. He had no issue turning on his charm for the same sex - at the end of the day, they're all the same. All food.

A focused look on his face, he began to approach the man.

Midway through navigating the dancing humans, his hunt was interrupted by a body being shoved into him and a loud yell of "I said don't fucking touch me!"

Blinking, Felix's dark eyes darted from the person who was shoved into him and the one who shoved said person. A woman stood in front of him, glaring at their assailant with a mix of fury and fear rolled into one unfocused stare.

"... Just a friendly touch bitch, geez." the assailant grumbled, inaudible to human ears, but Felix just managed to catch it.

The woman's eyes shifted up to him. The wind felt like it'd been knocked out of him both by her scent as he paid more attention to her, and her mere presence itself. It was captivating, alluring even. Like a lasso had been thrown over him and was tugging him forward towards her.

She was captivating.

You found yourself staring at the absurdly tall man in front of you like an idiot. Out of all the times you had to find yourself stunned speechless by how handsome someone was, your subconscious picked a brilliant time to do so.

Handsome was an understatement, you thought hazily.

Almost forgetting the man who had put his hands on you without your consent, you shook your head and backed away quickly. Don't be creepy, don't be creepy, don't be creepy by staring at the hot guy, you chanted internally.

Pushing through the crowd again, you searched for any of your friend's faces. Tonight was taking a weird turn and you just wanted to forget the weird shit.

After what felt like a millennia, your anxiety fueled by the bone rattling bass of the music that vibrated through your body and the club itself, you found the friend that stood with you when the others had ditched.

They took one look at your expression and a look of concern lit their eyes. "You okay?" they mouthed, gently reaching out and rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.

Nodding shakily, you gave a weak smile. "Got lost," you mouthed back.

Half an hour later and with a bit of booze in your system, you finally let loose. You were still upset about the guy touching you but you pushed it to the back of your mind for now; this would be the first and last time you go clubbing, you thought.

Dancing with your friend, you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the rhythm of the song that was playing, giggling all the way.

"Hey, Y/N!" You heard your friend call. Opening your eyes, they motioned off to the side with a devilish grin. "You've got an admirer!"

Following her gaze, you searched until you spotted who they were talking about, and promptly felt the blood in your cheeks boil from more than just being tipsy.

It was the insanely tall hot guy from earlier.

And he was looking directly at you.

"Aw man, what do I doooooo?" You whined loudly, desperately looking at your friend for help.

"What do you mean?" they replied, laughing.

You leaned in closer so they could hear you better. "He's too pretty for me," you hissed. You quickly sneaked another glance at him and... he was laughing?

Oh god is my mere appearance that funny? You thought to yourself.

"Why don't you go find out?" Your friend whispered back, giggling. “Or better yet, let’s tease him!”

Go find out? Are they mad? What if he rejects me and I have to live with being rejected by a ethereal-looking hot person? What if they don't?

Wait, tease how-?

Your friend suddenly grabbed your hips and the dance turned very sexual in nature. Catching along to their plan, you grinned, albeit a little manically due to pure anxiety, and matched your friend’s suggestiveness.

“Oh yeah, it’s working,” they whispered in your ear. “Look.”

Turning your body away from your friend to allow them to grind behind you as your hips swayed in sync to the rhythm of the song playing, you felt very satisfied when you saw the handsome man staring straight at you like a rabbit in headlights.

Damn, it worked!

At your smug grin, the man straightened up out of his daze with a dark look in his eyes.

“I think he wants youuuuu,” your friend cooed in your ear.

To hit the final nail in your coffin, he lifted one of his hands palm up, curling four fingers with a smirk on his face. He was calling you over.

Your heart leaped out of your chest. This is fine.

Taking a deep breath and deciding "Fuck it", you made your way over to the ridiculously tall hot man, not before finishing a shot your friend had placed in your hand from who-knows-where. You silently thanked them for the extra liquid courage. Weaving through the crowd, you tried to steady your ever-growing nerves as you got closer to the mysterious stranger.

“What do I dooooo?” the pretty young lady whined to her friend, prompting her friend to ask her why. “He’s too pretty for me,” she hissed, barely audible over the bass of the music.

Felix laughed obnoxiously at her distress. The sight of her pretty eyes going wide when he beckoned her to him was one thing, but “He’s too pretty for me” sent him off the edge into a fit of amused almost-hysterical laughter.

Get a handle on yourself, he chided himself. Quickly as he lost his composure he regained it, waiting for the human’s decision, a little smidge of anxiety rising in his chest. What if she decides not to come over? Then my chances with the little human are blown.

The thought made his mind short-circuit. I referred to her as if she was mine...

There wasn’t time to ponder it further thought; as his train of thought refocused on his surroundings as she did something very unexpected.

Her friend whispered something into her ear and before he knew it he was watching her dance very suggestively in front of him. They teamed up to taunt him.

And it was working. Felix almost completely forgot about his thirst for blood as pure lust took over his senses. Oh she’s going to be the death of me, he groaned internally, his eyes trained on every motion her body made. Felix’s thoughts quickly and shameless went into the gutter as he began picturing how’d she feel dancing like that against him... and on his lap... and also what he’d do in retaliation to the teasing.

Her friend whispered something else into her ear, the snake to his sweet Eve in the garden, and they both turned to look at him. Backing away from her friend, the woman took a deep breath and he could hear her growl the words “Fuck it,” downing a shot handed to her by her friend before beginning to stride over toward him.

Standing up a little straighter, he tried to turn off the very dirty thoughts running laps in his mind as she came closer. He wanted this to succeed, after all. A small polite smile crept onto his face as the pretty lady appeared before him.

“Hi,” she greeted him wearing a nervous smile, a different persona standing before him from the seductress that taunted him on the dancefloor.

Felix grinned, turning on the full power of his charm on the helpless girl. “I uh, couldn’t help but recognize you from earlier, how are you feeling after that earlier incident?”

She froze at the pet name, then her pretty eyes narrowed as she was trying to recall the events in her drunken state. When it clicked they widened. “Right! Yeah... that wasn’t very fun.” Pausing a moment, she stared at Felix’s chest, shyly refusing to meet his gaze. “Thank you for stepping in. Really, I appreciate it.”

This poor sweet thing, Felix thought to himself, completely enamored. She goes from being loud and unaware of how loud she’s being with her friend to shy and bashful trying to talk to me.

“Make a move, idiota,” Demetri’s voice chimed in, putting extra emphasis on the last mocking word; where exactly he was Felix had no idea, but, with his old friend taunting him from the shadows, he decided it was now or never.

Felix ducked down and leaned in closer to Y/N’s face, speaking clearly in her ear. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

Y/N’s heart hammered away frantically even before he finished asking; most likely due to how close he now was to her, Felix concluded, but he’d like to think it was also due to some level of mutual attraction.

He hoped, anyway.

“It’s Y/N,” she answered, subconsciously turning her head a little toward Felix’s face.

“Well Y/N, it was my pleasure to keep creepy assholes off you.”

Oh dear lord why did I say it like that? He chided himself internally, cringing after the sentence left his mouth. I might as well have said “thanks for being harassed, sexy.”

Over the heavy bass of the club’s music, Demetri’s cackling laughter further teased Felix.

To his surprise - and safe to say Demetri’s, from wherever he was lurking and watching this unfold - Y/N giggled, the melodic sound growing in volume till it became an obnoxious booming laugh of her own. Pulling back to stand at his full height again, Felix looked at Y/N like she’d grown two heads.

“Well, please feel free to keep more creeps away from me in the future,” she said casually, like Felix hadn’t said something awkward. “Mind telling me your name?”

Blinking a couple times just to compose himself - and keep up the “human” appearance - he grinned back at her. “Felix.”

Y/N matched Felix’s grin with one of her own, and from that moment Felix knew he was hooked on her. He was so absorbed by her smile that he didn’t notice her pulling out her phone.

“Gimme your phone,” she commanded, a playful glint in her eyes. “and make sure it’s unlocked.”

Curious at what this strange woman would do next, Felix reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it as she commanded. He held out his phone and she took it from his hand, a small shocked gasp leaving her lips as her warm skin made contact with his icy skin.

“May I ask what you’re doing?” he asked, cocking his head a little to the side as he watched her fingers tap away on the phone screen.

“Going through your nudes,” she commented in a monotone voice, her full drunken concentration solely on his phone.

“Is that so?” he chuckled dryly, raising his eyebrows at the crassness.

She looked up once, with a small smirk, and then with a final tap to the phone screen, handed his phone back to him. “Normally I don’t do this but I like you, and I just put my number in your phone.”

She said it so casually, but her heart steadily hammering away in the same, frantic pace it was when he leaned in earlier was a giveaway to Felix that Y/N was nervous.

She’s... giving me her number. Wow.

Amazed and elated, Felix’s grin could have cracked his face with how wide he was smiling. “I’ll be in touch for sure, Y/N,” he replied, enjoying his her name felt leaving his mouth.

With a playful smile and a blush growing steadily on her cheeks, Y/N backed away from Felix in the direction of her friend. “I’ll see you around then!” she called out over the music, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from smiling so hard.

In that moment, Felix could care less about how much of a dumb ass he felt like earlier for his blunder of a pick up line, his still budding thirst or his friend’s smug comment of “Well played,” faintly reaching his ears. He’d endure the torment from Demetri’s teasing later.

Right now, he was staring at a drunken angel that would be his entire future, and she was none the wiser tot he fact that with by some liquid courage she had stolen this centuries-old man’s heart in it’s entirety.

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Just go with it

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Lewd mentions

Beetlejuice needs you to pretend to be his fiance or he's in trouble

"Babes?"

...

"Babes, wake up"

....?

"Y/n wake up"

What?

Was your first thought as you are shaken awake by the ghost who has made your home his, you mumble out something unintelligible as you grope around for your phone, you cringe as the bright light of the screen blinds you, as your eyes adjust to the light you groan, 4am.

"Beetlejuice, what-"

"Okay, babes, no time to explain but I need you to pretend to be my fiance" despite the odd statement beetlejuice sounded a tad worried.

"What?"

"Long story short I may have said a few things to some guys, and if we dont pull this off I will be dragged back to the netherworld" the ghoul whispered dragging you out if bed.

"Oh" was all you could muster is your drowsy state.

"So theres a suit from the netherworld waiting to meet you, in your living room, now" beetlejuice continued rubbing the back of his neck.

You sigh and shuffle about your room, slipping on slippers and giving your hair a quick once over, as you reach for your housecoat beetlejuice swats away your hand.

"Bee-"

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders "this will work much better babes, we need to sell this"

You groan, you were too tired for this, thank god you didnt work in the morning, who knows how long this shit is gonna take, but as tired as you were you couldnt let whoever take your ghost back to the netherworld.

"Okay you're my fiance, I proposed a week ago, and you're head over heels for me, that last part wont be hard to fake huh doll?" The ghoul gives you a wink, you sigh.

"Wait, almost forgot" the ghoul snaps his fingers, you feel a light squeeze on you right handed middle finger.

Upon your finger appears rather tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, you honestly felt your heart squeeze when you saw it, to be honest staring at the ring felt like a dream, maybe because you just woke up? It was beautiful, and the idea of it being for real kinda hurt knowing it was for pretend, but those feelings didnt matter right now, Beej needed you to help him avoid being dragged back to the netherworld, you can think about those depressing emotions later.

The two of you leave the bedroom, beetlejuice takes the lead as you shuffle behind.

As the two of you enter the living room you could help but pause and stare at the 'suit' beej claimed that was waiting for you.

In your little arm chair sat a fairly tall skeleton man, his bones a blueish hue, wearing a lime green suit that looked fresh off the rack, guess not all dead guys wore dirty clothes, in all honesty this was your first time seeing another dead person aside from the maitlands and beetlejuice, they were human, beej was humanish, but this guy looked like he walked out of a cartoon.

"Sorry for the wait, you know breathers, they need to sleep" beetlejuice cackled snapping you from your thoughts "well there's y/n, theres the ring, and theres the door, feel free to use it" beetlejuice snears, wanting to get this whole thing done with, yes he adored messing with you, and with different circumstances this could have been funny, but too much was on the line for him and you were an awful liar, he loved you sure, but theres no way you could pull off lying.

"Y/n I presume?" The skeleton gestures to you, completely ignoring beetlejuice, you nod "its pleasure to put a face to the name, I apologize for the rude awakening, when you've been dead for as long as I have, you tend to lose the meaning of time, my dear this wont take long, we just need to clear up some loose ends then you can get back to your rest" the skeleton gestures you to sit on the couch next to beetlejuice who has already made himself comfortable.

You gently sit down next to BJ who was quick to drape an arm over your shoulders and pull you into his side.

The skeleton pulls out a clipboard from his jacket and flips through the pages

"Lawrence B Shoggoth, y/n m/n l/n, I have requested an audience with you two to clear up some issues with Lawrence's recent updated paper work, not to mention a handful of rumours that need to be put to bed" the ghoul flips through the papers "it says here the y/n you are Lawrence's spouse, is that true?"

You nod

"You see y/n, Lawrence here cant be trusted at face value, so that is why I must converse with you on the matter, so you are his fiance correct?"

"Yes"

"I see, now how long have the two of you known each other?"

"About a year or so" you shrug

"Mmmhmm" the ghoul scribbles down something and continues "now when did he propose to you?"

"Last week" this was so anxiety inducing, for a man with no eyeballs it sure felt like he was staring into your soul.

"Now what drawn you to such a, oh how do I put this, such a man?"

You hear beetlejuice huff out as if he was insulted.

"Well, beetlejuice may be rough around the edges, and can be a dick at times, but he's great company, hes funny, witty, has great taste in movies, and he makes me smile, hes also, well, he's also good looking too" you look away from both parties, as you were clearly embarrassed over what you said, it was the truth, but it still made your face burn.

Beetlejuice leans forward, looking in your direction, eyes wide and mouth a gape, his hair now a bright pink.

"Mr Shoggoth, you look surprised at y/n's words" the ghoul grabs Beetlejuice's attention.

"Heh, you see y/n is the shy type, hearing that type a thing is rare and ALWAYS gets my attention". Beetlejuice slicks his hair back removing the pink and resetting it to its default green.

"Mmmmhmmm" was the ghoul's only response as attention was drawn back to you.

"So y/n you truly are betrothed to Lawrance, you want to be wed to him on purpose?" The skeleton's tone was almost surprised, as if beetlejuice was the most revolting creature in existence and you wanting, out of your own free will to be bound to such a thing, was the most insane thing he has ever herd.

You nod, beetlejuice gives the skeleton a smug toothy grin.

"This isnt a joke, nor is he blackmailing or threatening you?" His tone sounded desperate, as if he needed to prove beetlejuice was lying for his own good.

You only shake your head, while beetlejuice surpresses a laugh

"Ya see bone head? I'm innocent~" he chuckles, squeezing you close to his side.

"Y/n you are aware of what you're doing for Lawrence correct?" The skeleton sounded almost smug, you only stare back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"You see y/n, you are doing Lawrence here a huge favor, when the dead marry the living, they are able to walk the earth like you do, you are granting him life, something he has never had, this is why we must confirm with you, that you understand what he's doing" the skeleton gestures to beetlejuice, the demon only rolls his eyes in response.

"I know"

Attention is drawn to you

"I know all about that life giving thing, beetlejuice told me about it"

"Well you see y/n, this isnt the first time Lawrence has-"

"I know, I was told, by him and the person he tried to marry the first time, small world huh"

The skeleton pauses for a moment then coughs into his fist, as if to regain his composure after being surprised, he continues "I see, Lawrence has been honest with you, I didnt think he had it in him"

Beetlejuice snarls at the comment, tips of his hair turning red.

"Just a few more loose ends y/n then you can return to your rest" the skeleton flips through his papers "ah, Lawrence, y/n may have been couched, and since you seem so eager to speak, I do have a few things I need to clarify with you, if the two of you are in love as you say and this isnt a farce, you would know plenty about your future spouse, when was y/n born?" The skeleton snears as if hes caught you two red handed

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "easy *birthday day and year* hell I woke them up with some early morning birthday head"

You cover your face in embarrassment at that comment, yet you were surprised he knew the year.

"Correct, and might I saw congratulations on a LEGAL partner this time"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes at the low blow before grumbling "it was a green card thing"

The skeleton ignores Beetlejuice's comment and continues "what drew you to this breather? And please keep it out of the gutter"

Beetlejuice huffs "spoil sport, y/n here is one of the kindest, sweetest, softest breather I ever met, they let me do whatever I want, they want me around, no stings attached, they got great taste, just look at the company they keep, and let me tell ya, the first time we met they sucker punched me in the jaw for scaring them, and I've been dreaming of that swing ever since"

You just stare at the ghoul, he remembered that? He remembered how he first met you? When lydia locked you in the basement and he jumped out at you, successfully scaring you but earning himself a fist in the jaw, wow. Your face felt hot remembering that, what a frist impression.

The night droned on and on with dull questions the suit had lined up to prove beetlejuice was lying, but every question had an appropriate answer, and the skeleton knew he could not prove anything as the night went on.

Low on patience and time he decided call it quits.

The skeleton pushes his clipboard back into his jacket and sighs "I appreciate your time y/n, thank you for your cooperation, and Lawrence, I look forward form your departure of death, a short vacation from you is the pick me up I deserve" the skeleton raises up from your chair and walks over to a wall on the other side of the room, you watch him draw a door, and knock 3 times, you're livingroom wall opens up to the netherworld. You freeze at the sight, you always felt uneasy seeing the netherworld portal open up, maybe it was a living thing? As if beetlejuice felt your discomfort he pulls you into a side hug, grounding your anxiety, you give a sigh of what feels like relief.

The skeletontirns to face the two of you "Before my departure, y/n I do have one final thing to ask you, can you kiss Lawrence for me?"

"What?" You gawk in confusion

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "what? You the type of guy who gets off on watching others get hot and heavy, I mean I feel ya, but if you insist, I can help a guy out" beetlejuice is quick to cup your face "give daddy some sugar~" he purrs puckering up to go in for the kiss.

"Lawrence you misunderstand me, I ask y/n, if you two are truly betrothed, shy or not, y/n shouldnt have any issues kissing their lover" the skeleton gestures to you, without eyeballs or eyebrows he sure wore a smug face, as if he found you two out.

Beej snorts out his nose, great, he's fucked, theres no way you could sell this now, the ghoul had to take the lead and try to steer this away from what this bureaucrat wants "Shy or not, my little sex pot here isnt too keen on others watching, believe me, I tired, the only thing they wont do in the bedroom-"

"Bee, it's fine" you interject, gently grabbing the demons sleeve, he looks at you mouth agape, green slowly blossoming into pink in his face and hair.

"You mind leaning down honey?" You ask softly, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, yes beetlejuice has kissed you more times then you could remember, and yes, youd be lying if you didnt enjoy them, but taking the lead? That was new, and to have someone watching? Not to mention if you dont make this look good he's gonna take beetlejuice away.

Beetlejuice on the other was practically glowing pink, and vibrating with excitment, not to mention drooling.

You gently cup the demons face, running your thumbs across his stubble, you swore you could hear the demon purring, you take a deep breath through your nose before closing the gap between the two of you.

Beetlejuice's hands find homes for themselves, on in your hair, the other on the center of your back. Your hands move from the demon's face and bury themselves in his messy hair, gently giving his head a scratch, you squeak with surprise as the ghoul lifts you up from the ground, instinct kicks in nd you wrap you legs around his waist, lips still locked with his, you feel his tongue probing at you mouth, begging for your permission to enter, you oblige, his tongue wasnt new to you, you felt it a handful of times, running up the side of your face when the ghoul was trying to get your attention mostly, but in your mouth?

It was long, and big, and kind of cold, it easily took the lead, exploring your mouth.

You push on Beetlejuice's chest to notify him you needed to breath, the two of pull your lips part from each others, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"Oh Lawrence" you sigh

The demon now completely electric pink, still holding you up growls before asking "couch?"

You hum out "yes"

Before the ghoul flops backwards on the couch, having you sit on top of him, you give his tie a quick yank and he groans in response.

"Oh doll, you're lucky you dont work tomorrow, cuz I want you to ride me all night~"

"Ahem!"

The two of you freeze for a moment, beetlejuice snickers at your face, clearly embarrassed, you pause for a moment, swallowing your shame before addressing the ghoul who was still here

"You're still here?" Was all you manged to breath out

"I mean I'm into it, but y/n? Not so much, and they clearly arent into you watching so" beetlejuice snorts, trying to wave the skeleton off so the demon could relax.

"I see, y/n you clearly are attracted to him, and understand all the consequences of marrying the dead, I declare that Lawrence B Shoggoth was, in fact, telling the truth, this should be a holiday, such a rare occasion" the skeleton trailed off as he walked into the netherworld, you only watched as he vanished and the walls of your little apartment rearranged themselves like it never happened.

You sat top beetlejuice for a moment, sighing over dodging the bullet of losing your, very dear friend, you may or may not be head over heels for.

You're reminded of where you were sitting with a familiar pinch on your butt.

"Hey honey~" the ghoul purrs

You jerk up at recalling the situation you're in, beetlejuice groans at you movement

"Careful sweets, keep moving like that and you'll turn this semi into a boner" he snorts out a chuckle.

You're quick to get off the demon, though he did grunt in protest, before sitting back up and pulling a couch cushion over his lap, despite how crude he was, he did have SOME common courtesy.

As much fun as it would have been for the demon to tease you on your rather hot actions, he noticed how your attention wasnt on him, rather then you were staring at the wall that was once the door to the netherworld.

"So we did it?" Was all you seemed to whisper

"Yup, I got to hand it to you babes, you did quite a good job fooling that stiff"

You turn back to the demon and give him a soft smile feeling completely relieved.

"You know it's funny y/n, you're a terrible liar, and you sure as hell cant act, you got way too many tells, but yet, I didnt see a single twitch nor did I hear a single stutter, why's that?~" you knew that tone oh too well, it was the 'I know something embarrassing about you' tone, it was smug yet made your legs turn to jelly.

"I guess when it comes down to really important stuff i guess i can-" you stammer while fiddling with the hem of your shirt

"I dont think so dolly" beej was quick to interrupt "babes, you've been wearing my jacket the whole time, I've seen you keep glancing down at the ring, and fuck me, the amount of fire in that kiss, someone like you cant fake that"

You refuse to look his way, this was one hell.of a way to come clean with your feelings, a heavy silence fills the room, though you're pretty sure beetlejuice could hear your heart pounding away.

As if the ghoul could sense your discomfort, he sighs "ya know babes, it's pretty late, and breathers need to sleep, so how bout you head back to bed and I'll finish grilling you in the morning"

Glancing back at beetlejuice you could see the flicks of purple appearing in the pink mess of his hair, you give the ghouls half hearted smile, as you go to take off the jacket he raising his hand motioning you to stop

"Its gonna be cold tonight babes, how bout you keep it warm for me?"

"Oh, alright, night Bee, glad I could help you" you wave off as you head to your bedroom to over think what just happened.

Beetlejuice groans when he hears the familiar sound of your bedroom door closing, he was so close to getting a real confession out of you, but tomorrow morning is gonna be pretty dangerous for you, he sighs removing the pillow from his lap, he had a more pressing matter to attend too, and with your taste on his tongue and the beautiful imagine of you on top of him yanking at his tie, this 'problem' wont take long to deal with.

Bonus

The next morning was quite awkward, beetlejuice wasnt kidding about grilling you in the morning, but at least what felt like an interrogation last night, now felt like childish teasing

"Bee, can I ask you something about last night?"

The ghoul beams with excitement at your question "anything you want babes"

"If we would have failed, what would have happened to you, you said you would have been dragged back to the netherworld and" you pause hoping the ghoul would fill in

"Oh, yeah, if we would have got caught I would have had to spend a week in the netherworld with my mother fixing this paperwork and just being chewed out, a nightmare babes, we dodged a bullet" he raises his hand for a high five as if to congratulate you on helping him out

"What, I'm sorry what"

Beetlejuice lowers his hand and frowns at your response

"Beetlejuice I was worried sick, I thought they were gonna take you away forever, i was terrified if i fuck up I'd never see you again, like what am i supposed to do without you?! I dont want you to leave me" you practically screamed

Beetlejuice only started at you, slowly soaking in what you said

'I dont want you to leave me'

His blank stare slowly shifts to a smile, flicks of pink appearing in his hair "dont worry sugar, you're stuck with me"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

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jerry-hornes-foot · 3 years

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Kinktober ~ Day Five

Anonymous Sex | Double Penetration | Phone Sex

1615 words

18+ only

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Smut

Tags: anonymous sex; hookups; oral sex; handjobs/fingering; anal fingering; bathroom sex; drinking; smoking; not proof read

Any additional tags you would like added please feel free to dm me :)

The fuzzy sound of neon buzzes in your ears as you trudge up the muddy dirt road. This place doesn't look as promising as you'd hoped but it's starting to rain and there's no way you're walking all the way home now. This is, as far as you've been able to gather, the closest bar within walking distance so, for the time being at least, this is going to have to be your local. All you really want to do anyway is meet some people, make some friends. Stop worrying, it'll be fine.

A cursory glance around the room immediately brings to your attention that the average age in this room can't be any lower than 60. Cigar smoke swirls from various dark corners, thickening the already heavy smell of old hops and whisky. You grab yourself a drink from the bar and take a slow walk around the room, scanning the empty tables for a good place to sit.

"I like your t-shirt." A voice calls somewhere behind you.

"Thanks." You reply, horrified at the warm flush you can feel creeping up your cheeks. Signalling into the middle of the room in an attempt to distract from your burning face you continue, with a slight laugh "God it's jumping in here tonight."

Spinning around you find its source. In the occupied booth beside you sits a man, who to your great relief seems to be about your age. He's got a soft face, with a sharp, straight nose, and wide doe-like brown eyes. The top of his head is a thick mass of brown locks, each of which have been swept with extreme care into a very deliberate style. You smile, looking down at your chest for a moment as though unaware of how you are dressed,

He laughs, instantly releasing the tension in your chest, "Tell me about it. It's the only place in town walking distance from my apartment."

"Me too! Whereabouts are you?"

"Just at the back of the hardware store, the one up past the bridge."

"I think I know where you mean," you point your finger in a vague direction, "sorry, I've only been here a week."

He's halfway through a sip of beer but he throws his eyebrows up in exaggerated surprise.

"Oh, really?" He asks, a hand quickly flying over his mouth to wipe the foam away. "You're welcome to join me if you want by the way, if you're not busy."

You talk for an hour or so, every drop of anxiety draining from your body as you listen to this absolute stranger give you a full imaginary tour of the town. You learn that he's lived here his whole life, he had a million jobs in his teenager years all lost to "strange circumstances", and that he was once an athlete (that didn't surprise you, you'd spent a lot of the night admiring his slight, athletic frame). Being with him made you feel strangely relaxed. You even find yourself flirting.

"There's a pool table in the back room if you want to play." He announces, seemingly umprompted.

Before you have a chance to respond he's on his feet. He takes you by the hand and leads you down a small dark corridor to the pool room. Looking down at your clasped hands suddenly, he stares up at you,

"Oh shit, sorry, is this okay?" He asks, awkwardly lifting your hand up to your face so you can see it.

He's stopped just shy of the pool room, so the two of you are almost pressed against each other in the smoky hallway. This close you notice how pretty his eyes are, sparkling even in the grim half-light. There's a sweet smell that floats off him, mingling scents of hairspray and baby powder. You smile at him, pulling his hand back down beside you and tugging him closer,

"Absolutely. Is this okay?" You ask, smoothing a hand up his face and pulling it close to yours.

"Absolutely."

Your faces are pressed hard against each other, kissing so hard it's hard to tell which groans are coming from whose lips. It's not clear at what point you made it into the bathroom, but it doesn't really matter to either of you. Your fingers are tangled in that thick mass of auburn waves, desperately trying to pull his soft lips further into you. You feel a set of fumbling fingertips at your waistband, clumsily trying to undo your jeans without having to relinquish the comfortable hand rest on the small of your back. Eager to keep his lips pressed firmly against yours you slip a hand down and undo your jeans. Immediately you feel his hand appear down your underwear, your hips giving a small involuntary thrust at the sudden sensation. He breaks away from you for a second and stares down at his hand,

"Wow, that didn't take much." A cocky grin is smeared across his face. You grab the back of his neck, wiping the smile away with another firm kiss. His hand against your bare skin is so warm, every action precise and calculated, sending rushes of heat through your whole body. You rock your hips into his movements, moaning hard into his mouth. Reaching a free hand down you make an attempt to undo his jeans but he bats your hand out of the way, moving closer to you and grinding against your thigh. You can feel his hard cock rubbing against the inside of the tight denim and it drives you wild. You feel a tug at your hips as your jeans and underwear are pulled lower. Suddenly his mouth is pulled away from yours, and resituated somewhere far more effective.

Catching a scream between your teeth, painfully aware of how quite it is in the room through the wall, you kick your foot backwards, slamming the heel of your shoe into the base of the sink. Each thrust of his tongue sends shivers down your legs. His fingers are digging hard into your hips, holding you up against the basin. Your fingers feel their way back into his hair and you grip on tightly to ground yourself, focussing hard on the feeling of each soft strand to keep yourself quite as he drives his tongue over your sensitive skin. He's sucking so hard it feels as though your knees are going to give out.

You look down in distress as his lips slip away from you. He's staring up at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Taking his middle middle finger and placing it firmly between your legs, he runs it up the full length of you, sending a shiver up your spine, ending the swift movement with a dramatic flick into his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked with yours he sucks his finger, savouring your taste. Pulling it out of his mouth with a slight pop he leans into you again, tongue tracing stripes of hot tingling pleasure along your skin. A rogue hand slides around your hip and it becomes immediately apparent what he was wetting his finger for. As his finger slips into your hole, every sensation from his mouth become amplified. You bite down on your lip, trembling with the effort it's taking to stay quiet. A flick of his finger and a roll of his tongue, timed to perfection, break your silence. Your knees buckle and you catch yourself on the sink with your elbows, head rolling back as a heavy, gutteral moan breaks from your throat. Looking back down you catch a glimpse of two deep brown eyes peering up at you, before flashing back downwards again.

Your knuckles are white with the force you're using to cling to the edge of the sink. Your head starts to swim, you stare up at the ceiling as your muscles start to twitch. His finger is running in smooth circles behind you, pressing into places you never knew could feel so good, and his head is bobbing with such intensity that you can feel his hair, now wildly dislodged from it's neat style, running over your stomach. Your legs tense as the sensation builds until it is nearly unbearable l, before bursting into a pulsing euphoria that races around your body. His lips stay wrapped around you as you cum, hard.

Your legs feel like jelly. You're still clinging to the sink for dear life. The wide-eyed boy appears in front of you once again and kisses you, you can taste yourself on his lips. He smiles and helps you steady yourself, then heads to the door,

"I'll give you a minute." He says, with a soft smile.

Once you've gathered yourself you wander back you into the pool hall and find him leant against the pool table, cue in hand. That cocky grin is back. Somehow in the time you've been gone his hair has been perfectly sculpted back into place. He tossed you a cue,

"You can break."

You narrow your eyes at him, weakly trying to hide a smile, "I never got to do anything to you."

"I guess you owe me for next time."

"Who says there'll be a next time." You ask, feigning offence.

"Well if you don't want to-"

"Thats not what I said."

You mirror his smug grin and lean over the table to line up your shot. Pulling the cue back you stop and look back up and him, laughing slightly,

"I didn't even ask you your name."

He beams and sidles around the table to stand next to you, pulling himself up to his full height he holds out a formal offer of a handshake,

"Steve Harrington."

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #jerryhorneskink #jerry hornes kink #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things fan fiction #anonymous #drinking cw #smoking cw #not proof read

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forever-lynx · 3 years

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you’re beautiful, scars and all

asheiji fic bc yeah<3

word count: 1170

warnings: past trauma mention, past abuse mention, scars, wounds, burn marks. also sexual innuendo but nothing happens lol ash is just a little shit

A/N: i havent written a fic in ages so fingers crossed y’all like this. you can also read it on ao3 here

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It was the hottest night of the year and Ash was refusing to take his shirt off.

Eiji knew Ash was insecure of what was beneath his shirt, but he could not take any second longer of the white boy’s complaints.

“It’s too fucking hot,” Ash groaned.

“So you’ve been telling me for the past hour,” Eiji huffed in annoyance. “Just get in bed, standing out on the balcony will only make it worse.” “I am patiently waiting for the breeze. Besides, I thought you would have liked the view,” Ash turned to Eiji and gave him a mischievous wink. Eiji groaned.

“Yeah, your sweaty ass is a sight to see,” he replied with sarcasm dripping his words.

Ash scoffed, “You’re just jealous.”

“No, I’m annoyed because my-oh-so-dear-boyfriend won’t join me in our bed.”

“Why, got something naughty planned for us?” Ash winked again, closing the balcony door and sitting beside Eiji.

Eiji playfully slapped his boyfriend’s arm, “No! Oh my God, you really are the Devil.” He joked.

Ash hummed, “And you had the guts to fall in love with him.”

Eiji smiled and took Ash’s hand in his, “I had the pleasure of falling in love with him.” He corrected.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while as Eiji rubbed his thumb along Ash’s hand. He could feel the heat radiating off his boyfriend; Ash was wearing long sleeves, after all. Eiji sighed, wishing their A/C was working so that their apartment wasn’t so warm. They had called the A/C repair contractor but the man happened to be new at the job and did more damage than good. Now, the two young adults had to buy a new A/C which would cost them a fortune.

“It��s hot,” Ash mumbled.

Eiji sighed, “You could take your shirt off…”

“What are you planning, ya nasty?” Eiji playfully slapped his boyfriend’s arm again. “Not like that! Get your mind out of the gutter!”

Ash giggled, his face falling a moment later. “I would take it off if the sight wasn’t so horrendous.”

Eiji frowned. “Don’t say that.” Eiji did not know the whole story, but he did know that Ash’s former circumstances were… not sugarcoating it, absolute hell. He had been through physical, mental and psychological abuse. No wonder why Ash wore long sleeves and refused to take off his shirt; he did not like the sight of his body because it reminded him of his past. Eiji winced at the insensitivity of his words from a moment ago.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just offering a choice. I should have chosen my words more carefully.”

Ash shook his head, “I know you meant no harm, Eiji. You Japanese really do apologize for everything,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Though, I guess I can’t run away from the past no matter how much I want to. I cover myself with anything I can find but deep down I know it doesn’t truly help my case.”

“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.” Eiji assured him.

Ash shook his head, “No, it’s okay. Sometimes in life you gotta fast the past that haunts you, no matter how cruel it is.” Ash paused. “Besides, I trust you.” He added with a whisper.

Eiji nodded, giving his boyfriend encouragement. Ash took his shirt off slowly, still unsure if this is a good idea. He finally threw it to the floor when it came off. With his bare chest and wounds exposed, Ash felt self-conscious of the sight in front of Eiji. He looked away, gazing at his shirt that was thrown to the floor. His hand was trembling, afraid of the ghosts of his past. Ash knew facing his past would help him overcome it but it wasn’t easy. However, what was done was done. There was no going back now.

Ash could feel Eiji’s hand in his and felt comforted. He was grateful for his boyfriend’s presence, though now he was afraid Eiji would sneer at him and his face would contort into disgust. Rationally, Ash knew this would not happen–Eiji had the kindest soul, he had the heart of an angel, not a bone in his body was made out of evil–but his anxiety coursed through his veins, taunting him, mocking him. The silence from his boyfriend was deafening.

Eiji on the other hand, was taking it all in. There was a huge scar that grazed Ash's chest. Bruises were to be found by everyone including several burn marks. His arms were filled with cuts of all sizes and old scars. Eiji’s eyes began to fill with tears but he bit them back; he would not be the one crying at Ash’s moment of vulnerability.

Eiji wanted to hold Ash, to let him know that none of this would happen again, that his old life was behind him. Unfortunately he knew that words had minimal effect; Ash needed to be healed with love and care, needed to experience peace and learn that touch could be good. Eiji yearned for Ash, wanted to reach out to him but his boyfriend felt so far away.

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Ash mused. “It’s fine, you don’t need to say anything.”

Eiji’s look hardened. Who had taught Ash to fear being vulnerable? Who taught him that scars were not ugly? Who taught him that he was weak for surviving the worst years of his life?

“May I touch?” Eiji asked.

Startled, Ash nodded.

Eiji slowly took his hands around Ash’s chest. His hands traveled from wound to wound, burn mark to burn mark. He let all his love seep into his hands; perhaps Ash would be able to feel Eiji’s love and think differently. Perhaps it would help Ash heal, even just a little.

Ash felt Eiji’s warm hands discover every area of his chest. He felt him touch every wound, every nasty scar of his. He felt so, so vulnerable under his chest. Ash felt like giving in; he was so tired from having to carry all this weight on his chest. Slowly but surely, he realized that Eiji was trying to help him; he was letting him know he could rely on Eiji, that he could share his burden with him. This revelation brought tears to Ash’s eyes. He did not deserve someone as gentle and kind as Eiji.

“You’re beautiful,” Eiji said. His voice was firm, as though he was stating a fact. “You’re beautiful, scars and all.” He repeated.

Ash blinked back tears. He did not have the strength to fight back. Eiji wiped the tears that were streaming down the blond’s face.

“Want me to hold you?” He asked. Ash nodded.

And so the couple got in bed with the covers thrown off–it was the hottest night, after all. Ash had his face buried in the crook of Eiji’s neck as he gently held Ash. He would occasionally rub his boyfriend’s back, soothing him to sleep.

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5 Times Tony Said I Know A Place + 1 Time Rhodey Said It

-1-

It started small, which, contrary to popular belief, is something Tony can start with. Maybe only when he was a fifteen year old kid with no experience or confidence, and not the billionaire persona Tony developed, but still. When it first happened, Rhodey and him didn’t know each other very well, but still felt concocted due to their early admissions and having to shout to be heard. But they weren’t best friends who knew each other so intimately back then. They were just roommates slowly going through becoming friends.

So it started with Rhodey frowning at his C.

“What’s the matter, sourpatch?” Tony asked, and unconsciously, Rhodey hid the paper away from his eyes. Tony glanced at the paper Rhodey hid. “You seem… concerned?”

“It’s nothing,” Rhodey dismissed, not wanting to admit to getting a bad mark, “do you want to get take out tonight?”

“It’s not nothing!” Tony ignored his question, “you’re upset!”

Rhodey pursed his lips, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Tony’s shoulders slumped, “oh. Okay.”

Rhodey folded the paper neatly and put it in his drawer, trying to put the mark and conversation behind him, “okay, so do you want take out?”

“Actually, I know a place,” Tony said and then offered him a hand for Rhodey to take, “let’s eat out.”

~~~

In the next half an hour, Tony actually managed to bring a smile to his face, “I can’t believe you took me to Chuck E. Cheese!”

“Hey, say what you want about my methods, but I get results,” Tony grinned back at him, “I-I get to see that beautiful smile.”

Rhodey couldn’t help but have his smile spread at Tony’s downright adorable attempt at flirting. Then his smile dimmed slightly, as he brought his hand to his mouth in curiosity, realizing what that meant, “you did this to cheer me up?”

Tony snorted, “no, this is where I bring all my dates to.”

“Shut up,” Rhodey shoved him but didn’t object to this being called a date, “why here?”

Tony shrugged, “it’s where my butler used to bring me as a kid when I was upset. Always managed to make me forget what made me cry. Thought you could use this place too.”

Rhodey shook his head. It didn’t make sense how Tony managed to effortlessly understand him. Some people might have forced him to talk about what made him upset or took him anywhere else that wasn’t used to cheer a child up. But not Tony. Tony knew just what he needed.

“You’re ridiculous,” is what he told Tony and brought into a one armed hug.

-2-

“Hey, you’re back!” Tony cheered, “how was the test?”

“Good, I think,” Rhodey shrugged, “c’mon, you know me. And it’s physics. I’m good at it.”

Tony stuck his tongue at him, “don’t rub it in.”

Rhodey only smirked in response. “Okay, I'm studying for chem now, so be quiet.”

“What did you just say to me?” Tony gasped.

Rhodey chuckled, “I’ve only got a window for an hour. I gotta use it.”

“You just aced a test and you’re studying again?” Tony shook his head and stood up detremindly, “unacceptable. We, Rhodey Rhodes, are going out to celebrate. And I know just the place.”

“Tony, I can’t-”

Tony put a hand over his mouth, “I won’t hear it.”

Rhodey rolled his eyes but didn’t try objecting again.

~~~

“No, you’re wrong, the pool is way better than the beach!”

“I can’t believe you’re standing in front of this beauty and saying this!”

Rhodey glanced at the beach, “but the water is salty.”

Tony snorted and he sarcastically drawled, “okay, you win.”

“You know, you should be taking my side,” Rhodey pointed out, “out of the two of us you’re more likely to get a visible sunburn.”

Tony bristled, “yeah, but waves.”

“That’s a con.”

“No, it’s not!”

Rhodey smiled at him, “I’m not having a yes no argument with you.”

“Okay, then I win.”

Rhodey laughed. Rhodey went on to ace both of his tests and Tony grinned and said, “I take credit for giving you a much needed break.” Rhodey pinched him playfully but didn’t tell Tony how he was running on only coffee at that point.

-3-

“Honeybear, you’re gonna love me,” Tony announced to him.

“I already love you,” Rhodey told him and showed his point by rubbing his nose against Tony and briefly pressing a kiss to his lips.

Tony giggled, and what a wonderful sound it was. “No, I mean really love me. Like trying out that thing I keep suggesting love me.”

“Impossible,” Rhodey said and dropped what he was doing.

Tony smirked and said, “I got us two tickets to Guns n’ Roses.”

Rhodey gasped, “no!”

“Yes!”

Rhodey lunged at him and cupped Tony’s face in his hands, “oh my God, I do love you.”

Tony pecked him, “told you.”

“But wait,” Rhodey paused, “they’re all sold out. I made my sister camp out. How did you…?”

Tony bit his lip, “yeah, about that...”

Rhodey looked at him suspiciously, “what did you do?”

“Don’t worry, I just know a place.”

~~~

Tony ended up finding them the best car to drive them to the concert almost halfway across the country. He told their teachers they were sick with a high fever. Rhodey chastised him for it, but it was still the best concert he ever went to so it was half hearted. He was forever grateful to Tony for letting him see his favorite band live.

-4-

Rhodey felt like crying his eyes out with frustration. His CO wouldn’t let him do anything important, his CO didn’t believe he could do anything important and most importantly, his CO wasn’t letting him prove he could do anything important. He didn’t know what to do and he felt helpless and at loss. Rhodey hated feeling like that.

He burrowed his face into his boyfriend’s neck, the safest, most comforting place on Earth, “will you still date me if I quit MIT?”

“No actually, I have three other back ups I know won’t flunk,” Tony quipped but at the way Rhodey’s hands tightened around his middle he said, “just kidding, honeybear. You know you’re the only one for me. MIT or no MIT.”

Rhodey hummed, feeling warmer at the praise, “what if I go to CalTech?”

“Don’t even joke, Rhodes,” he rubbed his hands comfortingly around the arms on his waist, “why do you think you’re flunking?”

“I’m not flunking,” Rhodey mumbled, “but my CO sure wants me to.”

Tony groaned, “that guy’s a jerk. He doesn’t know what he has in his hands.”

Rhodey smiled into his neck, but he didn’t feel any less frustrated or any more hopeful.

“Hey, I think I have something that might cheer you up,” Tony said, “I was saving it for your birthday, but I think you might want it now.”

“I’m not in the mood,” Rhodey grumbled.

Tony chuckled, “get your mind out of the gutter. I know a place.”

~~~

Tony took him to a small airport. All through the drive Tony teased him about wearing a blindfold, so to not ruin the surprise, which did not ease Rhodey’s anxiety one bit. But when they got there… Tony showed him the most amazing plane. “It’s your favorite model, right?” Tony asked, “you told me so.”

Rhodey started at him and then at the plane and then back at Tony, “you remembered that?”

“Course I did,” Tony scoffed at him, “I needed something for your birthday. Come, this isn’t all.” Then Tony took him by the hand and introduced him to the pilot, “he’s gonna take you for a spin.”

Rhodey couldn’t believe what Tony was offering him, and it took him a while to recover enough to nod and get into the plane. The pilot flew him, twisting and turning and going upside down with the aircraft, making Rhodey shriek in delight. When they were done, the pilot allowed any and all questions, even letting Rhodey touch the controls to “test fly” the plane while it was turned off.

When he came to land Tony told him, “you’re not going to flunk.” He cupped Rhodey’s face gently, “you’re going to pass ROTC with flying colors, go on to get an amazing position that will make your CO jealous and fly a plane just like this one day. Just you wait.”

Little did Rhodey know by then, but Tony was right.

Rhodey kissed Tony with a smile still stretched on his face, “I don’t think you can find another gift for my birthday to top this.”

-5-

Rhodey was homesick. He hadn’t seen his family in a long time and he was starting to miss them. What put him in an especially sour mood was when his sister got a part in a play she was excited about, and Rhodey couldn’t come and watch it.

“I hate you when you’re in this mood,” Tony complained, “just want to make you feel better.”

Rhodey sighed, “I know this is hard for you to understand because your dad is an asshole. But I don’t know… I just miss them. And Philly too. God, I miss Philly.”

Tony looked thoughtful before a grin showed on his face, “I have an idea.”

“Oh no,” Rhodey teased.

Tony stuck his tongue out at him, “I think I know a place that will cheer you up. You trust me?”

Rhodey wanted to say something teasing but what he ended up saying was, “with my life.”

~~~

Tony took him to the Charles Hayden Planetarium because Rhodey once told him it reminded him of the Franklin Institute back at home. They watched the stars together and Rhodey nuzzled his neck and told him, “the stars in your eyes are more beautiful.” By the end of the night, Rhodey still missed home but he felt he was just as lucky to be with his other home, with Tony.

-+1-

Tony wiped the tears from his face, embarrassed that Rhodey saw his outburst of emotional weakness. Voice shaky and watery, Tony looked away from Rhodey’s concerned gaze. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Rhodey didn’t say anything and Tony didn’t watch for his reaction. Eventually, Rhodey sat beside, pressed himself against Tony and nudged him gently. “I think I know a place,” he joked.

Tony laughed quietly, the laugh coming out broken. The line had long since become an inside joke for them, as Tony had a habit of repeating it too much. Rhodey usually wasn’t serious when he said it, but this seemed like more than a joke. He wondered what place Rhodey could be talking about. A burger joint? A robotics lab? Maybe a music store?

But instead, Rhodey brought him to his arms and hugged him tightly, hands on Tony’s back drawing comforting circles.

Tony frowned, confused, “what’s the place?”

Rhodey hugged him tighter, “right here,” he said, kissing the top of Tony’s head, “home.”

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