#Pom Pom you son of a bitch

[trashmouth-richie]

older! eddie x fem! reader

summary: when your bf skips town /‘s you can’t pay your rent, you put on your best outfit and knock on your landlord’s door begging for forgiveness

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the Eddie edit

w/c: 3.8k

t/w: 18+ ONLY —heavy smut, degrading, hair pulling, mouth fucking, choking, edging, switch!, daddy!kink

He was an asshole to extraordinary proportions. A life full of mold covered lemons would do that to a person. You were nervous, to approach him. But something told you he’d hear you out— listen to you. Maybe even be sympathetic to your pleads.

Yeah right.

As if he were made of anything but pure hatred. Toxicity swirled in his veins, his poisoned skin covered by decades worth of tattoos; all dark and sharp edged.

His peppered scruff balanced out his naturally soft eyes. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A scowl that would make any resident of Forest Hills Trailer Park think twice about crossing. But you were left with no choice. When Trey had ditched town with the human bicycle Chrissy Cunningham, you were short on rent. Bills were tight, and you often ate in the dark, or by candle light. Anything to save a bit of money.

And that’s what led you here. Standing at your landlord’s door. Putting on an extra swipe of lipgloss, making sure to curl your hair, and wear a low cut tank top, the only push up bra you owned, and some cheap lashes from the mall— you knocked politely on the sun faded door. Hoping for some sort of a miracle that Mr. Munson would take pity on you.

One knock. Nothing.

Another. Still nothing.

It’s not until you are slapping your hand into the door that a voice behind you startles you nearly out of your too short skirt.

“What’d’ya need?” He’s covered in motor oil and grease, standing below you on the dirt and sparse grass covered ground, wiping his hands on a once red rag, a ring of sweat around his white tank top, bandana wrapped around his head, cigarette hanging gingerly from his slack lips.

He remembers the day you had moved in, it was freezing cold in early February. All by yourself, moving things one at a time in a shitty old Buick he hadn’t seen around since his high school days. He wanted to offer his help, something he didn’t give to anyone. But something about the way you smiled as he showed you around the dingy shithole of a trailer, voicing your opinions on what could be spruced up, made him hate you a little bit less.

Everyone in the park knew not to bother Eddie. He was a grumpy, mean son of a bitch and his patience was rail fucking thin. The Johnson’s dog went missing? No shit, he was the one who called animal control to come and pick it up, fucker had fleas and probably rabies. Can I paint the kitchen? Fuck no. The sink isn’t working at lot 8. Call a mechanic. And just for the annoyance he upped their rent $100.

Seeing you on his steps, dressed like that, sparkly tits, and your bra showing through your tank top had his dick twitching in his pants. Of course you were a smoke show, and he was honestly surprised to hear that ol’ what’s his face ran out on you with Chrissy Cuntingham. Her shit had been rode hard and put away wet more times that could be accounted for. Bitch still wore her homecoming tiara and had her green and orange pom poms in the back window of her car— despite the fact that graduation was more than 25 years ago. Worse than an alleycat, and smelling like one, Chrissy mostly kept herself busy by buying the minors alcohol or showing her many “party tricks” to the bachelors of the park. Sitting on his porch, smoking a joint like he did every night, Eddie took note of the black jeep that showed up every Thursday outside trailer 6, a graying head of suave douche boy hair could only be one person, Jason Carver.

He took note that your trailer, right next to his, was full of screaming and yelling when your boyfriend was home. A noise all too familiar in the trailer park, bouncing off Eddie’s ears like birds chirping.

But when he was gone? The window to your bedroom would be cracked open ever so slightly, propped open with the soft cover of Stephen King’s IT. The kitten purr of a vibrator and your delicate moans sang out to him. A siren amongst lonely fishermen, calling out to them in song of entrapment only to eat their souls, bodies never found amongst the dark sea bed. At first he thought it was wrong to listen, wrong to hear your pleasuring yourself, but he had sworn he heard his name on your lips, more than once. Fisting his cock angrily to your voice, your wet mouth, swollen lips from him sucking on them, pretty little pussy aching for him. He didn’t need playboys anymore when he had your face to imagine. And imagine he had.

What would your sweet pussy look like wrapped around his cock? Would you swallow his load down your throat if he asked, demanded you to? Sweet thing like you wouldn’t have to worry about anything if you were his. The choked laugh after he finishes all over his hand makes him shake his head at the idea. He didn’t know your age, old enough to be on your own but definitely not 45 like he was. Visions of your sugar plum tits bouncing in his face as you rode him on the itchy couch in his living room, lulled him to sleep most nights.

He saw a peek of a tattoo on your side when you were hanging clothes on the line. Your body drove him in, his eyes melting around your curves, the swell of your ass in the jean cut off shorts you wore. When you saw him staring you waved him over, a devilish grin on your lips, a wanting sparkle in your eye.

He knew your type, trouble. And oh fuck the trouble he would love to be in. He’d never volunteered to fix anyone's appliances. But your silky saccharine voice had him calling a mechanic in a few days time, would have been sooner if he could have tore his eyes away from your tanned legs, but he kept those extra days all to himself, whimpering at night with a sore cock your name on his breath. It had been seven months of you living next door, your vibrator turned on like clockwork every day your boyfriend left for work.

And now here you are. Looking at him with “fuck me” eyes and a glossy smile on your lips. Those same lips purring out pleasantries about how fuck face left you and you were needing an extension on rent. The swell of the summer sun hit your cheeks, making you glow like some love sick angel on his steps. He was fucked. And soon— you would be too.

“So what?” He tried to gamble, tried to keep his hard facade, “an extension and then what’s next? You’re gonna tell all your little friends that I give hand outs to the needy? Oh no doll, not today.”

He pushes his way around you and into his trailer, the pungent smell of too strong incense burns your nostrils as you hold the door from him shutting it.

“Please, Mr. Muns—.”

“Eddie,” he grumbles.

“Eddie, please— I’m begging you,” the glimmer of a tear welling in your eyes, your voice dipping low into an almost whisper as you made your way inside, shutting the door behind your back and feeling around for the lock, “I’ll do anything.”

Eyes dripping of sex appeal and lust, you tip your tongue to the center of your top lip, eyeing his tightened jeans and you swear you see his dick twitch beneath the stretched denim.

Cock at full alert he shakes his head, his head dipped low and eyeing you up and down, lip bit between his teeth. A low groan in his throat, he talks in a gritting whisper, “Don’t start something you can’t finish sweetheart.”

“Oh I plan on finishing, big boy,” you hum walking towards him, devilish grin planted on your lips, “I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that, will we daddy?”

Fuck. Not even touching you yet and Eddie is rock hard, he could probably cum if you asked him to. Thanking a higher power that he wasn’t twenty anymore, he’s got years of stamina built under his worn leather belt. “You’re about to write a check your ass can’t cash doll, you sure this is what you want?”

“stop talking,” you breath, inches from his lips, he can taste the peach flavored lipgloss on his tongue, “and fuck me.”

Not needing any more of an okay than that, Eddie turns you around in a swift motion, a gasp escapes your lungs and he catches you before you stumble over your heels. He drags your hips down into him, your ass round and luscious on his stiffened length. He rips the neck of your tank top open exposing the mountainous swell of your chest and your cheap K-Mart bra. Pinching your laced nipples between his rough fingers, he rolls them like joints as his hot mouth assaults your neck, painting you, he sucks bruises into your neck, licking them better with tiny flicks of his satanic tongue and ending in a bite, marking you as his.

Pushing your ass into him you can feel his cock. His achingly girthy length has you soaking your panties, dripping wet just for him. His smokey smell is mixed with sweat as you angle your neck back against his shoulder, moaning into him as he sucks like a vampire into your neck. His stubble rubbing against your skin.

“Eddie,” you moan breathless into the humid air of his trailer.

He groans, your body pushed tight against him has his head spinning, drunk off your touch. Grabbing your skirt and yanking upward. Dripping in anticipation, your panties could be wrung out, your arousal pooling from the center and beading slowly to the ground. He hisses and hums when his finger first skates along the slick of your panties with a schlick, “fuck, all this for me doll?” He’s playing now, his thick fingers moving in lazy circles around your clit, your creamy pussy clenching desperately on nothing, you nod with a whimper.

“You gonna make all those pretty little noises I hear from your window once that dumbass you let fuck you leaves the house every day? Hmm? Didn’t think I could hear did you?” His cocky bravado kicks his cock up on your ass, sending a moan through your body as you rub deeper into him.

Quite the opposite actually

Purring into his neck you lick the expanse of skin he’s showcasing. Blowing hot on the slicked spit from your tongue, you rotate your hips to angle his fingers better on your clit, the sensitivity rolling like an electric current through your veins.

“I did it on purpose,” you confess breathlessly as Eddie’s fingers stop. “Watching you stare at me for months, I knew you’d touch yourself over me.”

Eddie groans gutturally twisting your body into the front door, back hitting the broken shades with a thud. In milliseconds he is on you, hot tongue lapping up your neck and biting with enough force to break skin. No time to be patient to have you undress for him, he shoves your skirt up tipping your panties clean off. Your exposed pussy shuddering with his blown breath on your slick core. His devilish eager tongue expertly licks and teases your clit. Humming with each jerk of your body as the sensitivity makes you squirm. Tongue wiggling inside of you like an eel, your hands are gripping his hair for dear life, yanking at the roots like you’re pulling weeds. Your thigh is on his shoulder, the leg on the ground begins to shake as your first orgasm rips like a tidal wave through you. Head thrown back against the door, moaning loud enough for the entire park to hear— you don’t care.

Your noises stir Eddie’s arousal even more. Whimpering as he grip him impossibly tighter he a broken, “fuck,” into your folds as he goes back for seconds, “you’re gonna get me into trouble, pussy so fucking sweet.” His lips are wet, your arrival shining like pretty lipgloss allover hos chin and lips. Already spent from the teasing and the damn breaking, Eddie hikes you up over his shoulder, your bare volumtuous ass bouncing with every step. He throws you onto a king sized bed, unmade and reeking of weed. Rolling papers on the night stand along with several lighters you aren’t given much time before Eddie kicks his jeans off, boxer briefs do him justice as his cock jumps to his belly when he unthreads his legs from them. Pearly beads of pre cup drip from the thick head.

Eddie leans forward and places a thick hand on your neck, your vision blurs and returns with each grip he threatens and releases his teeth biting your lips, slow drops of blood seep from his bites, he licks the wounds clean.

“Havent used rubbers since the 80’s and I won’t, so are you on the pill or are we ending this right now?”

“Pill,” you warble, chords of your neck strained against his hand.

“Thatta girl,” he praises, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I’m gonna fill you up full with my cum you’ll be leaking it out for hours.. maybe days.”

Tears sting your eyes at the thought of his glorious pearly cum deep in your walls painting them pretty, “please daddy, I need it.”

Eddie grins, “so needy baby, you want this cock?” he asks, flicking it through your folds, a noise resembling macaroni and cheese is blasts from your core, he groans deep, “so fucking wet,” his lip is almost bit in half with how he’s trying to hide his excitement, “I’m gonna wreck this sweet pussy so you won’t be able to walk home.”

Whimpering like a bitch in heat, Eddie flips you over, angles your ass up, slapping each cheek hard enough a red hand print sized welt develops almost immediately, he pushes all of himself into you, bottoming out as you moan and cry thanking God in your head as you’re split open, a welcomed pain. Spit soaks his sheets from your mouth when he pulls out, “oh you can take it, honey, don’t fucking quit on me.”

“I’m n—,” gasping loudly when he spits harshly on your ass. Rubbing his thumb against the pink button. The new sensation brings color to your closed eyes, stars and shapes of all size float in your closed mind, your pussy clenched harder around Eddie as you whine his name.

“Yeah?” Eddie moans, “told you daddy would take care of you, that needle dick can’t make you feel like this can he?”

you try to choke out a ‘no’ but no noise comes out, your head is thrown back violently as Eddie grabs your hair in one hand and pounds mercilessly into you.

Eddie is grunting with each slap of his heavy sack against your clit, “this is what you came here for right? Bad girl can’t pay her rent so she came to fuck the owner in exchange?” His taunting only makes you wetter, makes you clench his harder as you come undone for the second time. Screaming his name until you’re breathless. Panting and sweating like you ran a marathon. He gives you one more deep thrust of his hips and watches you fall forward.

“Look at the mess you made you little whore,” Eddie spits, venom laced words on that glory filled tongue, as he drags you by your hair to look at his soaked cock, “lick it up, want you to know how fucking sweet you taste.”

Eddie flips you over like a rag doll, positioning you the way he wants. Head dangling off the mattress, Eddie groans as he jams his cock into your throat, holding it there and choking you simultaneously. He reached to the night stand and grabs a black small vibrator placing it on your clit. The vibrations make you moan and choke around his length and against his hand. Eyelids fluttering shut you’re positive you can’t breathe, just when you’re about to pass out he brings you back, letting you breathe for a few seconds, chuckling to himself as you enter the hazy bliss of intoxicating euphoria. Your body convulses under his. Begging for a third orgasm, you can taste the earthy tang of your release and Eddie’s pre cum mix on your tongue.

His girth fills your throat completely, barely leaving room for your own tongue in your mouth. He’s dripping sweat onto your own body you can feel it slip from your belly button down into the curve of your neck. Eddie's hair is swaying in conjuncture with his hips slamming home against your face. Using your mouth like his own fist has you soaking the sheets, clit over stimulated, a deep bruise settling inside the soft silk of your velvet folds. A bruise you’d wear proudly for weeks to come.

Slapping your face as you gag lightly, mind steadily focusing on the jerking of your legs and the vibrating pulse of your cunt. Eddie shushes you reassuring you, tauntingly “someone too big for their britches huh? Work through it, sweetheart— that’s it, fuck good girl,” he chokes a whimper down his own throat as your tongue swirls around him. “Christ, swallowing what I give you, such a good girl for daddy.” Eddie thrusts one more deep cant of his hips into your mouth groaning deeply when you hollow your cheeks. Letting you breathe freely.

“You like that? Like me using you like a worthless fucking toy?” Eddie lifts you up to his face by your hair, kissing your lips delicately, you nod and whimper as he harshly sucks and nips at your neck leaving purpling marks in his wake.

Unabashedly you scratch your long nails into his chest, leaving your own mark on him as he groans against your skin. “My turn,” you whisper as you crawl into a standing position in front of him. Kissing him sweetly and pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, he whimpers at your touch. A tantalizing smile radiates across your lips. Eddie Munson a switch? Who knew? Pushing his shoulders backwards he falls on the bed, curtains of curls cascade around him and his face is turned up in shock then to a satanic grin.

Wiggling your tight skirt down your body you stand in only your heels.

“Fuck, you are a goddess.” Eddie groans, stroking his thick length in slow rhythmic motions as he stares at your body shamelessly, you climb towards him on his messy sheets between his legs your poor abused throat sore and bruised from his animalistic fucking.

His chest is littered with tattoos both old and new, faded and blown out lines mixed amongst sharp edged fresh ones stark against his pale skin. Blistering red lines decorate him from your nails earlier. Knees on either side of his hips you slot your pussy lips against his needy thick cock, sliding forward and back again, your hands on his chest for leverage. Leaning up on his elbows and moving you both backwards so he can rest his back against the headboard, he scants forward to kiss you but you push his forehead away dumbly.

Tsking and using few words to speak with a hoarse voice you whisper, “no touching.” Grinding your hips down into him, pocketing his cock in your slick folds like a sword in a sheath, you lick a stripe up his neck and land at this ear, your pretty moans singing to him like a demon seeking a naive victim. His hips jump with each roll of your own, desperate for relief he whimpers and whines as he’s close and you retreat. Starting all over again. After the third go around his bangs are stuck to his forehead, cheeks warm with a frustrated, worked up blush as you edge him again and again.

“Mmm’ fuck that’s a good cock daddy,” you moan as you come hard on his cock again making a mess yet again, he groans as you milk him for all he’s worth, your creamy pussy clenching against him, and your denial of his release is too much for him. “you wanna come for me?”

Eddie nods in spent anticipation, practically tearing up from being so worked up and being able to release himself. “Please— I can’t,” he groans, as you start grinding on him again, only this time you give in, hugging him in a pinky sheath of gummy walls and slick floors. “Christ,” he melts as you bounce atop his cock, dragging your hips backward and forward helping him hit the spot you so desperately craved from him. His thick hands are on your hips moving you to his liking, a pebbled nipple in his mouth makes you cry out his name as he pumps into you holding you still.

He slaps your ass, “I’m gonna come, shit, fuck!” He hums your name as hot ropes of his thick release coats your walls and floods out you don’t stop riding him, coaxing every last drop out of him until he’s hissing through his teeth as his softened length falls out of you, hot, reddened and aching.

Eddie pulls you to him, kissing your neck and scooting you both down the bed. “Think you’re my favorite tenant,” he laughs as you lay motionless on top of him, both breathing heavily.

“Jesus, I’d hope so, but maybe Miss Richard’s comes over here to get some money knocked off her rent,” you tease, tracing circles into his spotty chest hair, “heard she’s real pretty in her nightgown, just gotta be careful of her poligrip.”

He laughs again, smacking your ass, “you’re a fuckin’ brat y’know that?”

“And you’re a filthy fucker, quite the pair I’d say,” you spit before biting his chest.

Eddie yanks you by your hair to look you in the eyes, “not every day a pretty baby like you comes knocking on my door to rattle my cage and get free rent. But I’d like if you came over more often, that attitude needs adjusting.”

“oh really?” you question, hand under your chin like you’re bored as you roll your eyes, “and your old ass is gonna be the one to tame me huh?”

You spend a greater part of the night bent over Eddie’s knee, his studded belt in his hand as he whips you again and again. Tears spill from your eyes, and coat his thighs. Eddie’s sadistic ass only grins, a joint hanging limply from his lips, shushing you softly, “don’t cry honey, I told you your ass wouldn’t be able to cash that check.”

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👅 I’m gonna go touch grass now

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[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

Street Fighter- E.M.

Y/N is a cheerleader, and she's just about had it with those asshole basketball players talking bad about her man.

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, brief mention of drugs, pet names, allusions to SA, angst, fluff

Pairing- Eddie x Cheerleader!Reader

Word Count- 1,535

(Gif not mine! Credit to owner!)

You and Eddie shocked the school when you got together, the cheerleader and the freak, walking hand in hand, laughing with each other as you made your way out of the building after school. You gave Eddie a peck on the lips, promising to see him after the game tonight as you parted ways, him going toward the Hellfire room, and you toward the gym. As you walked along, a pep in your step as you think about the plans you and Eddie have for dinner tonight, you stop cold as you catch a phrase from none other than Jason Carver, laughing with the other meatheads on the basketball team.

“I wonder what kind of sick, satanic spell he’s got on her. There’s no way she would like him if she was in her right mind,” Jason scoffs, and the others agree. You press yourself into the corner, listening as they continue.

“Can’t be for his money, either, with that little crack trailer he calls home,” More laughter. Your jaw clenches, brows furrowing.

“Maybe he gives her free drugs or something. She has been looking a little off lately, right?” Your fists clench around your pompoms.

“You’re probably right. What she needs is a good, Christian man to get her out of that mess,” Jason says, no doubt talking about himself. You let out an incredulous laugh, finally letting yourself round the corner.

“In your fucking dreams, pencil dick.” You cross your arms, tapping your foot impatiently on the ground. “Who the fuck do you think you are, talking about Eddie and me like that!?”

“Calm down, sweetie,” You cringe at the pet name, “no need to get defensive. We’re just concerned about your wellbeing, is all. You know that creep probably steals your dirty underwear and passes it around at those cult meetings, right?” Jason looks unimpressed at your anger, which makes your rage fill you even more.

“Not that you care, Carver, but Eddie is more of a gentleman than you’ll ever be. I heard you like to touch up the other cheerleaders at the after parties after you get them drunk.” Jason rolls his eyes as the other players stand and watch your confrontation unfold. You’re not going to let him get away with any of this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N,”

“Oh, really? Then maybe you should ask Chrissy why she’s got that hand shaped bruise on her thigh.” You turn and start walking away, trying to calm your trembling hands.

“Maybe it was that sick son of a bitch you’ve been fucking, Y/N, ever think about that?” That’s it. Your pompoms drop from your hands as you spin on your heel. You take a couple of steps forward cock your fist as far back as you can before hurtling it straight into Jason’s nose, grunting with effort as he stumbles backward. You feel a crunch under your hand, not sure if it’s Jason’s or your bones that have just been broken. Jason reels, his hand going to his nose as drips of blood start pouring down. He looks at you with vengeance in his eyes as he lurches forward.

“You little bitch!” A couple of the other guys grab Jason under the arms, but you’re seeing red. You kick out as hard as you can and land a crushing blow to his groin before stepping in close as he doubles over.

“I don’t ever want to hear you talking about Eddie again, you hear me, fucker? Or I might just have to break another fucking bone.” You don’t wait for an answer as you turn and pick up your pom poms, walking away toward the gym. As your adrenaline fades, your hand starts screaming in pain, dark purple and blue splotches forming over your knuckles. You hiss as you shake it out and wiggle your fingers. Not broken, but probably sprained.

Jason doesn’t enter the gym with the rest of the team. You overhear one of the guys telling the coach that Jason’s sick, and you grin at that. You know Jason won’t tattle if he knows what’s good for him. The night continues as normal, except for the sharp stabs of pain in your hand that you hide underneath the pompom you hold. As the clock winds down in the second half and the buzzer sounds, you’re honestly glad the other team won. The assholes on the Hawkins team don’t deserve the ego boost.

Your hand is swollen and red, so you wrap it in a compression bandage to help before changing out of your uniform and into something more comfortable. You make your way out of the gym, duffel slung over your shoulder as you walk toward where Hellfire is letting out. You make your way to Eddie and smile as he approaches, your injured hand going to your pocket as you kiss him. “Hey, beautiful! Did we win?” Eddie takes your uninjured hand and starts walking the two of you over to his van. You shrug.

“No, but it’s okay,” You say, trying not to sound too smug. Eddie quirks his brows.

“Why’s that?” You grin.

“It’s just… probably for the best.” When you get to Eddie’s car, you dumbly pull your other hand out of your pocket and grab the duffel bag from your shoulder, letting out a yelp as you take the weight of it. You try to play it off but Eddie notices, coming around to see you when he hears you in pain. You grit your teeth and shove your hand behind your back as he comes around, his brow furrowed in concern.

“You alright, honey? What happened?” His deep brown eyes search yours, and a sweat breaks out on your brow as you continue holding the duffel in your sprained hand behind your back.

“I’m alright, baby. Just got spooked by a bee.” Eddie knows you’re lying. He has that uncanny ability to know when you’re keeping secrets from him. He gently pulls your arm from around your back, and you let out a whimper as the bag shifts. He sees the bandage on your hand, and you finally let the bag drop, knowing the jig is up.

“How did this happen!?” Eddie asks, gingerly unwrapping the bandage to see the bruising. You bite your cheek, letting out a breath as your brows flick upward.

“Jason.” Is all you say. Eddie reacts immediately, going into defensive mode at the name.

“What the fuck did he do to you, Y/N!? I swear to god, I’ll—”

“No, no! I, well, I kind of already beat you to the punch… Literally.” Eddie’s face shifts from anger to confusion, so you elaborate. “He was saying some shitty things about you, so I took matters into my own hands…” You look down.

“Really?” You hear Eddie say. You nod, fighting the smirk on your mouth.

“Yeah. I was tired of hearing him say shit about you. So… I may have broken his nose?” You wait for the response, the reprimand of how stupid can you be, Y/N, he could’ve beaten you to a pulp! But instead, you hear a bubble of laughter, and you look up, surprised. “What? You don’t believe me?” Eddie wipes a tear from his eye and shakes his head.

“No, of course I believe you! Damn, I wish I could’ve been there to see it! God, I bet the look on his ugly fucking face was priceless!” You let yourself smile at that, then you start laughing at the memory, the disoriented deer in the headlights look flashing in your mind.

“Yeah, it was pretty good. Then I kicked him in the ‘nads for good measure.” You’re both almost doubled over in laughter at the confession, your chest beginning to ache from laughing so hard. As you both settle down, taking deep breaths, Eddie put both of his hands on your face.

“God, you’re so amazing. Have I told you that today?” He leans in and gives you a sweet kiss on your mouth, both of you smiling.

“I don’t think so, so maybe you should tell me again just to make up for it,” You say playfully. Eddie gives another chuckle.

“You. Are. So. Amazing.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss, first to your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek, then your lips again. You giggle as he pulls away, and as you reach for him, you hiss in pain. Wrong hand, again. “Okay, come on, Street Fighter, let’s get to the diner so we can get you some ice, okay?” He kisses your forehead once more.

“Sounds good to me.” You let Eddie pick up your bag and toss it into the backseat before he opens your door and helps you in, even going so far as to buckle your seatbelt for you. Then, he makes his way to the driver side and starts up the car, loud rock music blasting from the speakers as the radio powers on.

If Jason was what you should be looking for in a man, you’re perfectly happy in the “wrong” place. Maybe Eddie does have you under some kind of spell, but only if satanic is spelled L-O-V-E.

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[titlemewickedwonderland]

Autumn Selfie - Jamie Campbell Bower

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She loved Autumn. She loved the crisp cool air on her morning walks. She loved the gentle crunch of leaves in the shades of red, yellow, orange, and brown. She even enjoyed the dampness of the air on days that it rained. Most of all though she enjoyed the way the ambiance of the city took during the season's change. Just like a holiday coming around the corner the season of Fall had that extra spark of magic that most people didn't recognize. She did though and she loved it. Her morning walks always led her down the path that had those big trees in the color of a sunset lining the path as she walked by street houses in the early morning of the weekend. A soft drizzle was starting to come from the dreary-looking clouds but a quick flick of an umbrella over her head shielded the young woman from the rain. Her rainboots helped protect her feet from the puddles that were starting to form on the concrete and on top of the shield of leaves as she walked down the road to the stop light. Her hand reached out to press the cold metal of the sidewalk pole while she patiently waited for the sign to blink to that green shape of a person to tell her she could cross the streetway. Her head was softly bobbing along to the gentle music playing in a pair of white Bluetooth earbuds in her ears that barely peaked from beneath her beanie hat; the faux fur pom-pom knitted into the top swaying and bouncing with every gentle bob of her head. Hands without gloves were tucked into her winter coat keeping the autumn air from her skin as much as possible.

She was dressed for the type of weather as much as her limited wardrobe allowed her. An oversized brown knitted sweater was tucked into a pair of black leggings that were lined with fur inside to keep her warm and she the aforementioned rainboots that seriously didn't match with the subdued hues of her outfit with its bright yellow rubber. But she didn't care. She was happy to be walking outside in this sort of weather and even happier to be able to walk to the local coffee shop that was just a block away from the rented studio apartment for her stay here in New York. Y/N had come out here for a mini vacation after she and her significant other broke up after a long 2-year relationship when she caught them cheating on her with someone who she claimed was her friend. Backstabbing bitch. So away she'd packed her things for a 2-week stay in New York to visit some museums and art shows, maybe check out some cool shopping stores, and generally just…site see the places that her imaginative mind could soak up during her stay. The reality was that she was running away from her problems as if they could be fixed simply by removing herself from the situation. Of course, the backstabber and homewrecker would be there waiting after she came back but for now she had this time for herself to recollect and redefine who she was.

When the light finally turned green she was quick to put one foot in front of the other to cross the street with the others who had gathered behind her. New York was always so busy no matter the time of day. Just like the brisk walkers of the residents here Y/N followed foot traffic until the gently swaying sign above the door to the coffee shop came into view. She was quick to follow her nose straight inside. Sighing at the warmth of the shop itself but also because the smell of fresh ground coffee was everything! She loved the decor inside too. Definitely decorated for the Autumn atmosphere to make it like a cozy nook. Fairy lights draped across the ceiling and pillars with fake plastic autumn leaves and vines with potted plants gracing the window sills and tables. Y/N loved this place because despite it being small it was a local favorite for not only the freshest coffee but also because it was a small family business owned by an old grandpa and his two sons who worked the coffee like they did their customers. With familiarity, respect, and charm. You'd never taste a better cup of coffee than at The Java Bean. That much was obvious by the long line already to the register where said old grandpa Louis was chatting up a customer as he placed the orders on the computer.

The young woman smiled to herself and glanced around the coffee shop for a place to sit if any seats were still open by the time she got her coffee. Her favorite booth in the back by a large window was still open and she was keen to sit down in the plush leather booth to enjoy her book tucked away inside her jacket while surrounded by the scent of fresh coffee and Fall ambiance. As she looked around she noticed a handsome man standing behind her. He looked oddly familiar even beneath the grey flat cap he wore; she say vaguely familiar because she didn't want to be rude by turning around to stare so blatantly so instead she'd given a quick glance his way as if she was looking around behind her at the shop. She didn't see enough details of the man just that he was blonde, tall, and looked handsome from what small glimpse she'd seen from her once over.

When she finally got to the front she smiled widely at the grandpa while taking out her earbuds and tucking them back into her jacket pocket. "Good morning Louis! How are you feeling this morning? You're chest cold gone?" she asked as a form of greeting

"Y/N my darling girl! Your usual?" at her brief nod he typed in her order before answering her question with a jolly laugh. "I am feeling much better thanks to you! That homemade remedy helped this old man greatly! Back on my feet like an young sprite." he stated before he rung her order up. "That'll be $5.89."

"Good! That was the idea, wouldn't want my favorite coffee shop owner dying on me now do I?" she grinned playfully as she began to reach for the small leather wallet she usually kept in her coat pocket only to find the pocket empty.

Frowning she searched the other pocket only to find a tube of chapstick and her earbuds she'd placed inside moments before instead. Feeling a little embarrassed she looked up at Louis. "Okay, nevermind then. Um, looks like I left my wallet back at my place Louis. I'll have to take a raincheck on that coffee-" she began but someone reached over her shoulder and held out a $20 bill towards the man while the soft tone of a British accented voice spoke near her ear.

"Regular coffee please with 3 sugars, a pump of hazelnut, and a few packets of sugar on the side. I'll pay for the lady's as well." The older man behind the counter looked over at Y/N as if asking if the man behind her was with her but she was already turning around to face the kind stranger.

"Absolutely not! I can just go grab my wallet and come back for my coffee there's no reason for you to pay for me-" her words died in her throat when she got a good look at the sharp features that stared back down at her with a soft smile and blue eyes piercing her own E/C ones.

"I insist. I'd hate for you to walk back home in the rain for your wallet love. Really, it's no trouble." those blue eyes lifted from hers to the old man and handed him the money over.

"Coming right up, young man." Louis hid a small grin as he took the money and exchanged it for the recipe and the change which the blonde man grabbed graciously before stuffing all the change in the tip jar on the countertop and instead only allowing the receipt to be tucked away into his pocket.

Feeling a bit embarrassed but touched by the man's gesture the young woman walked behind him over to the pick up counter where she could see Aaran, one of Louis's sons making their orders. Biting her lip Y/N looked up at the blonde who stood watching with patient eyes as Aaron went about his task at making the coffees but feeling her eyes on him his own gaze turned to her and his lips curled up into a smile.

"Would you like a picture? Or an autograph? Might last longer than staring, love" he chuckled when his question made her cheeks darken in color.

"Am I that obvious?" she questioned with a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare. I know celebrities don't tend to like being ogled but…I mean…" she faltered but the blonde merely flasehd her a charming smile full of teeth and held out a hand out to her.

"Then let's do this properly. Hello there, I'm Jamie Campbell Bower, a pleasure to meet you, darling." Y/N's teeth sank into her bottom lip as she shyly placed her smaller hand in his and shook it.

"I'm Y/N. It's very nice to meet you too Jamie. And thank you again for the coffee…I owe you one. If you have like cashapp or something I can totally pay you back-"

"Don't be ridiculous." he laughed "I don't want you to pay me back. You're alright," he told her sincerely.

It didn't slide past her that he had yet to let go of her hand and instead was holding it between both of his and rubbing at her skin. She realized this was because her hands were freezing cold from the walk along the block in the rain without a pair of gloves. It was a cute gesture but sadly was soon broken when Aaron placed their coffee down on the counter. Jamie let go of her hand in favor of grabbing both of the cups and held one up to his eyes as he read the label.

"White chocolate mocha with chocolate drizzle and whipped cream." one brow raised playfully before he held it out towards her. "Sounds like a sugar overload." he joked as she took it from his grasp; fingertips grazing each other as they exchanged the hot beverage.

"It's good, Don't knock it till you try it mister." her nose playfully wrinkled as she took a sip from her hot cup and watched as he popped open his own coffee and began pouring a few packets of sugar into it from the display of condiments at the end of the counter.

"If you don't mind my asking Y/N where you from? You don't sound like someone from New York." Jamie commented as he stirred the liquid a few times and replaced the cap before turning towards her with a curious but polite smile on his face.

"Oh, I'm actually from H/T (Home town) I'm just here visiting…" she shrugged as she shifted out of the way for other customers to stand by the counter for their pick up order.

Jamie nodded as he placed an arm around her shoulders to lead her out of the coffee shop and back into the cold air where they could sit at one of the metal tables under an awning. "That's a distance. Just…vacationing?"

"No not exactly…actually more like trying to figure out where I'm supposed to be in my life I guess." Y/N sat down in one chair while Jamie took the other across from her. The slight crease of his brow made it apparent that he was curious for more details but didn't want to press out of politeness.

"My um..my partner actually cheated on me with someone I thought was my friend so I ran away to try and figure out just who I am. Distract myself from the trouble I'll be in when I get back." the woman snorted lightly as she sipped at her coffee and traced the pattern of the metal bars that twisted into a flower by her cup.

"Ah, that's a bunch of bull. I'm sorry you had that happen love. That's never a good thing." there was slight sympathy in his gaze but he didn't want her to feel bad so he switched at something a little more light hearted. "We should take a selfie together and post it on whatever social media they're on to make 'em jealous."

The idea was…actually appealing. A little 'fuck you' moment to them that Y/N actually liked the sound of. Grinning mischievously she nodded. "If you don't mind at least?" she didn't want to make Jamie think she was trying to give a sob story or something just to get something out of him.

But the look he gave her was genuine as he grinned and beckoned her over to him. Grabbing her coffee along with her phone from her pocket she rose from her chair to walk the two steps it took over by his side. He pulled away from the table a bit so that she could bend down to his level to take a selfie with him.

"There we go!" she smiled at the photo realizing just how surreal it felt taking a selfie with a celebrity.

"Here, let's try another one! I'd love to put one on my social media as well!" Jamie said excitedly and Y/N had a sneaky suspicion that he just liked taking selfies but she obliged because frankly she couldn't deny the fact she enjoyed being that close to him as well as having something to remember this encounter by.

But this time instead of allowing her to bend down to be face to face his hands grabbed her hips gently and placed her on his thigh as he held his phone in front of them. Feeling the heat of a blush creep up her face Y/N held her cup up as if she was trying to hide it by taking a sip of her coffee just as Jamie took a picture. He pouted playfully at her; their faces were a little too close than strangers should have been considered okay but she wasn't complaining. His eyes looked so pretty up close like this.

"Come on now, we have to get a proper one for my twitter love! One more please?" those damned blue eyes would be the death of Y/N she just knew it.

She caved. Allowing him to lift his phone up one more time and this time he wouldn't let her go as his arm that was wrapped around her waist to keep her still lifted so that his arm crossed the front of her chest as if he was hugging her from behind. This position brought her flush against his chest as she was forced to lean back against him and his chin rested against her shoulder. The coldness of his cheek pressing against hers as he snapped the picture and if anyone dared ask; the red ringing her cheeks was from the cold Autumn air and not from the blush that was making a permanent residence on her face.

He didn't let her go immediately after as he opened his photos app to check out how the photo turned out and his lips curled into a satisfied smile. She couldn't help but think they looked like two lovers on a date posing for the camera in a selfie. That thought both worried her and made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Are you sure it's okay to post that on social media?" she uttered quietly as she took a sip of her coffee; realizing just in the briefest of seconds that she was still perched on his thigh.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be okay?" a frown crossed his features as he looked over at her. "Are you afraid fans will think we are dating and that the media will blow up the internet about the mystery girl Jamie Bower is dating?" a cheeky smile of amusement crossed his face and she couldn't help but smack his other leg she wasn't sitting on.

"It's not funny Jamie!" but she was laughing regardless. "People will recognize my face, people I know will blow up my socials asking what the hell is going on." she rolled her eyes. "And what am I supposed to tell them? I met rockstar actor Jamie Campbell Bower on a whim at a coffee shop while I run away from my problems?" he blinked at her rant

"Exactly. That's the truth isn't it?" he chuckled patting her leg; she took this as a sign to get off his lap but as she began to rise his hands yanked her back down with a frown. "Who said anything about moving?" he pouted. "You're warm."

Her face fell into her hands and as she groaned. "Jamie people are looking at us strangely." she whispered peeking at her surroundings through her fingers.

The warm laughter that echoed around the cold air definitely didn't help the curious looks and whispers as the blonde wrapped his arms around her briefly in a hug before dropping his arms allowing her to rise. He rose with her and grabbed his cup. "How about you give me your number so that we can send each other those photos?" he offered instead

She thought about it briefly. her teeth chewing at the inside of her cheek a moment before she nodded and handed over her phone as he did his and within moments the phones binged with text messages in forms of the selfies they took together. Feeling a little bit of a rush at the thought of having such a man's number she glanced up to see his gaze flicker up from his screen to meet hers and the small smile that tugged at his lips was genuine and soft in comparison to the teasing looks he'd had previously.

"Hey, so. I'd like to ask you a favor." he said suddenly as she fidgeted with her cup. "Doesn't have to be tomorrow or the next day if you don't want but…I'll be here in New York for a premier all week. So, before you scuttle off back home…text me maybe? At least so that I can say goodbye properly?" he asked playing with the rings on his hands.

Y/N studied him a moment and realized he was dead serious. A shy smile graced her features and she nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that. I mean and if I don't…remember or have time or whatever the case maybe….you got my number now so…" she bit her lip and swayed side to side. "Text me sometime. If you like I mean. No pressure. I am just a fan." she laughed looking down at her rainboots.

"You're not just a fan Y/N." Jamie reached out to tap her nose playfully. "You're my fan and I care about my fans." he said with genuine warmth.

She smiled at that and nodded before turning around. "Well, if anything. I might just text you first…I have to pay you back for that coffee remember?" she chuckled.

"Ugh, love how many times do I have to tell you?" his voice called after her with mock sternness. "There is no need to pay me back!"

Y/N was already walking down the sidewalk as she turned around to walk backwards as she waved. "Oh shut up, it'll give me an excuse to see you again!"

Jamie grinned after her but she was too far for a quip back. Instead, he watched until he couldn't see her in the crowd anymore, and then he looked back down at his phone just as his phone binged and a text message from an unknown number popped up with a coffee cup emoji signed with a smiley face and he shook his head in amusement as he tucked his phone back in his pocket and headed back down the sidewalk towards his waiting car. Oh yes, he'll be seeing her real soon.

#Jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell x reader #jcb #Jamie Bower x you #Jamie Bower x fem!reader

[highflyartist]

*Breathes Heavily* POM POM YOU SON OF A BI-

Day 11: Other Toys/Nutcrackers

So, let me introduce you to Pom Pom & Taylor.

Pom Pom is a Barbie Doll. I tried to make her look like she was from the 50's but I failed- She's like the Amy Rose in the nutcracker realm. She wants Saragona as her boyfriend and she'll stop at nothing until she gets him. On another note, she is also another companion of the team during the whole trip since she can use her head like a bowling ball. (Annabella hates her.)

Taylor is a Toy Soldier (inspired by the film: Walt Disney's Babes In Toyland). He just doesn't say a lot of stuff but let me tell you, he does wicked cool sword moves. He just grabs his sword and starts killing mice. Taylor has actually started a bit of a bond between him and Annabella. Who knows? Maybe they will get together at the end of the story. (Annabella loves him)

"Hi!" screamed out the 50's Barbie Doll. "I'm Pom Pom!" She shook my hand quickly before hugging Saragona. "I see you met my boyfriend!" My eye twitched as I began to feel sick. My cousin's girlfriend was a barbie doll?! But as I saw, Saragona tried to push her off. Then, a toy soldier walked up next to me and sighed, "Pom Pom.. Get off." "You can't make me, Taylor!" Pom Pom screamed.

#the nutcracker #nutcracker #cute #hawaii #annabella levoy #nutcracker month #nutcracker season #saragona levoy #nutcracker month 2021 #Pom Pom The Barbie Doll #Taylor The Toy Soldier #the levoy cousins #Diary Of A Hawaiian Clara #nutcracker season 2021 #Pom Pom you son of a bitch #barbie

[spideyspeaches]

Take me to Church ↬ a.r

requested by @merceret​: Arvin and cheerleader!Reader sneak off during the night and have smut in his car in the woods? 👀🙃

A/N: this is a repost from my old account!

Warnings: unprotected semi-public sex ( *whispers* they do it in a caaaar 👀 also don’t be a loner, cover your boner ✌🏽✌🏽 ) LOT OF SPOILERS IN THIS!! Bad attempt at writing like a 64 year old man from Ohio.

MINORS DNI

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Cheerleader!Reader

Masterlist || taglist

Arvin was a smart boy. He had been told that countless times by his mother before the godforsaken disease took her away, and his daddy too, before he started beating the shit out of him.

He didn’t doubt that a minute in his life, but then he grew up, wondering what went wrong. He was not the same doe eyed boy anymore. He liked to think that he was strong, not like his daddy used to tell him before a good spanking.And he definitely wasn’t a sinner, no, he was just a victim of God’s wrath. It wasn’t his fault that the boys made fun of his sister, they all deserve the beating they got.

Breathing in the cigarette, he blew out the smoke before it could burn his lungs, or kill him from the same disease that killed his ma. He was sitting on the front porch of his school, watching as people went by. The jocks wandering around the field, some of the artistic ones sketching while eating their lunches, and then there was the cheerleading squad.

He watched. It’s what he did a lot. He watched as cancer took his mother, he watched the way the fake Preacher looked at Lenora.

“You know, one of those sticks take six minutes of your life.” A voice spoke behind him. You sat besides him, your cheerleader costume showing your smooth legs and your pretty smile, hair done in an updo.

“And how would you know that?” He smirked, looking you up as you blush. God you looked so pretty, blushing like that. He watched you too. How you would roam the halls with your pom poms and those pompous sons of bitches that teased his sister. But it was never You. You were a sweet little girl, always got As in all your tests and all.

“I always tell that to my daddy to get him to quit. Tell him that it’s six minutes less he gets to spend with me.” You said, taking the stick from his hand and smashing the butt on the ground. You fiddled with your skirt, accidentally hiking it up your thigh.

“Did he listen?” He asked, looking at You as You smiled.

“No.”

He looked at you again. You were looking at him with your shiny eyes, all innocent and bright. He wondered what you would say when he fucked you hard against his old car, scoring through the woods and scream his name until you were sore. Shaking himself from his head, he saw you biting your lips. He wasn’t even sure You liked him like that.

Craving for another smoke, he fiddled with his hands, taking your hands instead, looking for a reaction. You didn’t snatch it back, but instead, straddled his lap to pull him into a heated kiss. Your nails scraped at his hair, the smooth strands getting ruffled up as you push your lips on his, uncaring of the others around them.

You moaned against his mouth, the sound going straight South. Taking your waist, he squeezed them lightly, crazy happy that he was making out with You, Y/N L/N, under the bleachers like some cheesy films like those in the Carnivals.

“You wanna ditch class?” He asked after sometime, heaving for a breath as you licked your swollen lips. Your makeup was a little smeared, but You still looked beautiful. His heart sped up, uncharacteristically, a strange rush of excitement flooding his veins.

“Yeah. How bout the woods?” You said, getting off from his lap. He was glad the ground was almost empty, wouldn’t want to get caught by some old janitor or a nosy freshman.

“Sounds good to me.” He said and crashed his lips into hers to steal another kiss.

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“Oh! this is good” You whimpered as he slammed your back to the hood of his car, gripping you in his strong hold as the cicadas and crickets chirped, the bright sun hitting your naked chest through the windows, making it slick with sweat. You were in a forest, and were sure that no one would come now, and with the noises you were making? No one would dare come near the shaking car.

Kissing him with your swollen lips, you gripped his muscular back as he nipped you, eliciting another moan from you. He grabbed your legs, hiking up the skirt that you were still wearing. God the damned skirt, you wanted it out of your way. Slipping your hands to unlatch it, you were stopped by his hands as he slid his own on your clothed pussy. Stripping you, your breath hitched as he inserted two fingers, your clit slicked with pleasure.

“Ohh Arvin, hmm.” You breathed into his ears, enjoying the way he shuddered when you said his name. Pulling for a moment, he looked you up and down before removing his boxers awkwardly, head slanting because of the roof, his thick cock springing out like nobody’s business, making you clench your thighs.

Shoving your thighs, you hooked your legs around him, pulling him down as he slid in your entrance. “Are you sure?” He breathed as you nodded in response, stroking his chest that made him clench, his abs more visible under the sunlight.

“Come on baby, I’m waiting.” You teased, scratching your nails along the V of his stomach. Arching your back, you grunted as he thrusted into you, your walls closing in as your hips clashed against each other.

“You like that baby girl? Like it when I’m inside you?” He cooed, making your stomach coil in pleasure. Momentarily, you gave up the sweet girl facade, your heart racing as if you had run a marathon. How could it be tame? when he was inside you, making you feel all kinds of things?

“Yes, I do Arvin, oh Jesus you’re amazing!” You jerked. You weren’t sure when you had had such a good fuck before, and sure enough never this fast had you reached your high. And Arvin? Jesus, he was a sight for sore eyes, his eyes clenched as he pushed inside your walls, hitting your g-spot, making you gasp in pleasure. His muscled chest vibrating as you felt your stomach tighten.

“Saying God’s name like that while we’re fucking? You wanna be a bad girl now?” He smirked later, not really meaning what he said. If it meant that you would be saying his name with that pretty mouth of yours, he wouldn’t mind it.

“This is not sin, baby, this is pleasure. Call it what you want but I said what I said.” You drawled, pulling yourself up, his hard dick still inside you as you sat up, taking his face in your hands and hovering your lips over his. “You’re so sweet Arvin, you wanna fuck again?”

“I would love to.” He said shakily, leaning forward to capture your lips again. You dance along like that, him kissing your mouth, and your neck, then your breasts, leaving marks all over you, The Backstreet Boys playing on the junk radio of his car. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“And you have the prettiest little lips.” You said, holding his chin and delicately caressing his soft lips and leaning in for another kiss.

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The next day you saw him again, acid washed jacket and backwards cap, striped T-shirt that fit him quite snugly. He was walking with the girl again, the girl who the boys teased relentlessly. You didn’t understand why they did so, make a poor girl question herself when those whores out there were just as bad. Lenora was a sweet girl, you liked her.

Running towards him, you quickly fixed your sweater and skirt, taming the strands near your shoulder.

“Hey Arvin!” You said nervously. He had been a gentleman to you. He looked up smiling, telling Lenora to make her way as you, lighting a smoke on his way. Scowling, you took the stick out of his mouth.

Looking down, he smiled, “Hey Y/N.”

He was fiddling with his fingers again. You took his hands in yours, tracing the veins on his arms. You saw his pupils inflate like a balloon.

“So um, do you have practice today?” He asked, biting his bottom lip and giving you a tentative smile.

“Nah, coach called in sick today. Do you wanna go to Mickey-D’s?” You ask. The school lane was almost empty now, buses leaving to drop off the kids.

“Sure, I don’t have no work today anyways.” He stuffed his hands in his pocket. He was a handsome boy, and you felt extremely lucky that someone like him had asked you to do him in the backseat of a car. Not only that but he was sweet but not enough to not stand up for himself or the others. With a start, you realised that he wasn’t like the other boys in your school.

Handing him his smoke back, you let your hands linger on his shoulder for a moment, cupping his cheek. You leaned in, feeling his hands twitch, and kissed him. It felt nice.

#arvin russel x reader #arvin russell smut #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell x you #arvin russell x reader smut #arvin russel x y/n #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker smut #spideygirl writes

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine forcing Dean into a ‘Slumber Party’.

The outfit alone was hilarious. You had to give Sam props for helping you out with it. He distracted Dean while you snuck into his room and removed all of his clothes except for the old man sleep attire that you picked out and had laying on the bed. The rest of the clothes were hidden in a spot that he would never look - the closet where you kept the cleaning supplies.

When he came out after his shower in head to toe lavender, you couldn’t stop the giggles. He had even put on the hat! It fit snugly around the spiky hair that he was usually so proud of, the pom pom bouncing off of his neck.

Even Sam had started to snort at the sight of his brother’s bow-legged stance as the nightgown came almost to his knees. Dean really didn’t look amused. “What the hell is this? I look like .. Scrooge.” His grumpy expression just seemed to make it all better, especially as the pom pom came back around as he shook his head, bopping him in the chin.

You had tears in your eyes. “And you sound like him too. Oh my god - purple really is your color.”

It was even better that he just went with it. Rolled his eyes and then gave a smile. “Where’s yours then? What are you wearing tonight?” He asked, waiting to see whatever nightgown that you would pull out for yourself. You shrugged and looked down at your sweatpants.

“This is good enough for me. What are you wearing, Sam?”

“The usual.” Sam said, matching your shrug.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered, once he realized he was tricked.

#Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester imagines #Supernatural #Supernatural imagines #nonrequest #imagines #deanw

[marziblogsworld]

SEIGE AND STORM

Chapter 4 ....... HIGHLIGHTS

WE STAN CAPTAIN STURMHOND IN THE HOUSE!!!

THE WAY I WAS CELEBRATING IN THIS SCENE! READY MY POM POM BITCHES. THIS CHEERLEADER IS DOING CARTWHEEL ON DECK FOR MY CAPTAIN!

OH CAPTAIN!.....MY CAPTAIN!!!

This is some badass shit right there......Tolya and Tamar are my babies aint nobody touch them....and they are Heartrender...Samsies!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Ok so I was like praying for Ivan to die soon but when he did died even I was like 👀👀

BITCH MY HEART 😱😱😱.....GENALINA!!!!!!

OK FRAME THIS SCENE AND PUT IT ON MY WALL....Now its more Confirm that Grisha's powers have no limits, it's The Darkling who set these rules deliberately so that no other Grisha would be powerful like him. THAT SON OF A BITCH 😠😠😠

Well you just landed on Black Pearl with Captain Jack Sparrow and Barbos----- oh wait!!! 😂😂 wrong Universe..

#grisha netflix #the grisha trilogy #grishaverse #the grisha series #grishasworld #marzi reads seige and storm #seige and storm #alina starkov #alina x genya #the darkling #I stan my captain #he is my Jack Sparrow #Captain Sturmhond #i would die for Tolya and Tamar #iconic #marzi enters grishaverse

[lunar-wandering]

out of curiosity, will you tell us more about your monkie kid ocs?

you bet i will, let’s go folks, random infodump about my OC’s here we go-

Iva:

- she/her

- ace (edit: she’s aroace specifically)

- eel demon. she’s not all that good at walking with her legs. like swimming more, obviously.

- her alignment would be. chaotic chaotic. genuinely.

- she kidnaps Red Son once and that’s kinda... bad but they both had fun at the end of the day so-

- she’s a scene kid.

- she pranks everyone. constantly. nobody is safe.

- she does know how to be serious though. you know something is serious serious if she’s not joking around

Aeolian:

- he/him

- bi (in the disaster way specifically)

- monkey demon

- he’s got wind magic....as well as a few other tricks up his sleeve

- his alignment would be Chaotic Neutral

- i don’t have any really set design for him yet but i feel like yall need to know hes got those like pom pom earrings, like what Monk has in Eto Ranger

- he mainly stays in his human glamor....

- ....except for when he’s phantom thieving.

- thats right bitch, this monkey boy’s a phantom thief! he’s called Phantom Thief Fanfare.

- he’s usually a rather calm person... usually. some of that it just a front, but he does need to like. Emulate Iva to reach the appropriate level of crazyness for a heist.

- He keeps accidentally learning people’s secrets. like he keeps being in the area when someone drops information, or stumbles upon the open page of a diary, etc. He’s so fucking done with it, but he keeps a book of it all just in case he needs the info some day.

- he owns a bookstore

- no mirrors allowed. for Reasons.

Haze:

- they/them

- bi

- also a monkey demon, ‘cept with smoke magic this time. (its definitely not because i wanted to make a smoke and mirrors joke)

- they’re a detective! and they’re very good at their job!

- they honestly figured out that Aeolian was Fanfare a while ago but they haven’t done anything about it yet. They wanna figure out why he’s doing it first.

- they’re alignment would be chaotic good.

- they actually, surprisingly enough, are really good at music. they write songs when they’re not investigating things

- Haze genuinely worries about Aeolian and Iva sometimes...

- (Haze is the only one in the group who hasn’t experience some kind of trauma)

- Haze is a very lucky monkey

- speaking of which, they don’t bother with a glamor. full monkey, all the time.

General HCs for all of them:

- Aeolian has. a major crush on Haze, which Iva keeps teasing him about

- theres a small pool connected to the ocean in one of the back rooms of Aeolian’s bookstore/house, so Iva can go from her underwater house to Aeolian’s rather quickly

- Haze and Iva get along surprisingly well, the two of them tend to talk about recent shows they’ve seen and stuff like that.

- they drag Macaque into their friend group the same way one drags a cat to a bath. with spite, determination, and several injuries. and also hissing. a surprising amount of hissing really, we thought you were more civilized, Macaque.

- they make him part of the friend group partly because Iva thought it’d be funny (which it was), and partly because Aeolian is certain they’ll need someone powerful with them when shit inevitably goes down.

- (of course,when shit goes down, it turns out Macaque is not enough, and Aeolian has to go get MK and the others for help, but that’s later)

- Haze, Aeolian, and Iva have movie nights! ....whenever Haze gets to pick a movie they pick something about phantom thieves and Aeolian is getting nervous. Iva knows full well that Haze has already figured Aeolian out. she thinks it’s hilarious.

- they’re all neurodivergent. yes, all of them. Haze is the only one with an Official Diagnosis for autism but the other two are neurodivergent as well.

- Picnics! Under! The! Sea! (dont worry, Iva makes an air bubble so the food doesn’t get wet.)

- they all like to bake, so sometimes one of them will just show up with a tray full of baked goodies for the others.

- Aeolian sees MK nearly fall off a building once. He used his wind powers in order to make sure he didn’t fall. MK was left confused over it for weeks.

- Haze will sometimes eat at Pigsy’s Noodles while working on case notes.

- Iva makes it her duty to pranks whoever she comes across, but Red Son and Wukong get Special Pranking Treatment.

- (she had to get Aeolian and Haze to help her move everything in Wukong’s house on the mountain an inch to the left. don’t ask how she convinced the two of them, you don’t want to know.)

#Monkie Kid #OC's #Iva #Aeolian #Haze

[drawbauchery]

I remember watching the pom movie and when the scene where Skipper remembered Private my heart went 'bitch you HAVE to ship them', but then for some reason I thought 'No wait they have son/father relationship', and NOW looking at your pom art I realized that I was being an idiot So TL;DR You made me ship Skipper and Private and remember that moment in my pre-teens

then i’ve done my job

#shipping-is-my-job #asks #pom #weirdly enough i don't ship them much in the movie asldkfn #their show counterparts are much less father/son #and more like #a bickering married couple

[trashmouth-richie]

eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

older! landlord! eddie x fem reader

<what happens when you can’t pay your rent on time?>

c o m i n g s o o n

Snippet below the cut

Everyone in the park knew not to bother Eddie. He was a grumpy, mean son of a bitch and his patience was rail fucking thin. The Johnson’s dog went missing? No shit, he was the one who called animal control to come and pick it up, fucker had fleas and probably rabies. Can I paint the kitchen? Fuck no. The sink isn’t working at lot 8. Call a mechanic. And just for the annoyance he upped their rent $100.

Seeing you on his steps, dressed like that, sparkly tits, and your bra showing through your tank top had his dick twitching in his pants. Of course you were a smoke show, and he was honestly surprised to hear that ol’ what’s his face ran out on you with Chrissy Cuntingham. Her shit had been rode hard and put away wet more times than could be accounted for. Bitch still wore her homecoming tiara and had her green and orange pom poms in the back window of her car— despite the fact that graduation was more than 25 years ago. Worse than an alleycat, and smelling like one, Chrissy mostly kept herself busy by buying the minors alcohol or showing her many “party tricks” to the bachelors of the park. Sitting on his porch, smoking a joint like he did every night, Eddie took note of the black jeep that showed up every Thursday outside trailer 6, a graying head of suave douche boy hair could only be one person, Jason Carver.

#older!eddie #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader

[bucksbisexual]

YALL. AFTER 10 DAYS I FINISHED IT AND LET ME TELL YOU ALL THIS: HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HAVE EVER WATCHED IN MY LIFE. like oh my god so many things happened (and pom still doesn’t have his wallet back HSFKJFSH jkjk) i can’t even make a typical lengthed post about it because it would be leaving out like 3/4ths of the episode,,,, alright let’s begin this because i have So Many Things to say and i have to go to sleep soon SJFJSKFH (also i have to watch the trailer for the gifted graduation AAAAAA)

i’m gonna try the dots list thingy in this one because i know it’s gonna be long and a mess so.. lessgetit !

let’s start with the directors board meeting or whatever that was called,, pang was such a fucking badass holy fuck i admire his bravery but i HATE every single person in that room like..

someone just told you that the director of the school has been treating the students like SHIT and using them as guinea pigs for the gifted kids who are ALSO being used as guinea pigs and you just.. clap? and turn your back against him? holy SHIT did that infuriate me,,,

now thinking about it.. maybe the director mind controlled them to do so since yeah guess fucking WHAT. SURPRISE. THE THEORY WAS TRUE. HE CAN ALSO MIND CONTROL PEOPLE. AND HE’S REALLY FUCKING GOOD AT THAT.

[takes a deep breath] i will Not talk about him because it literally makes me want to commit a crime on a fictional character.

also, the scene before pang goes in the conference room with namtaan literally broke my heart yall...... like,, my heart? nowhere to be seen because its pieces are so small they’re almost invisible.

namtaan crying because she thinks that pang doesn’t trust her or ohm? namtaan saying that pang was lying when he said he cared about those around him? pang having to mind control namtaan to make her stay there and not follow him? yeah that shit really fucking hurted yall.

so in this scene we find out that when pom says the director is always a step in front of you, it’s true! that motherfucker staged it all and made pang’s story look like it was staged or whatever just so he could get more money and continue his reign in that school.............. i literally hate him so much

and he then fucking PUT HIM IN FRONT OF ALL OF THE GIFTED KIDS AND MADE HIM CRY. CRY. MY BABY. HE MADE HIM CRY!!!!!!!!! HE MADE HIM THINK HE WOULD NEVER WIN. EVER. HE ALSO MADE HIM LOOK LIKE A FOOL AND A TRAITOR. I FUCKING HATE HIM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[takes a deep breath] god okay i need to calm down this man gets me on my fucking nerves.

anyways. this guy does his thing and makes pang feel like he truly lost then mind controls pom (i wanted to yell at pom so badly at that moment but i know it’s not his fault that he’s being brainwashed ugh) and pang who is literally trying to save his own life tells him THE EXACT WORDS CHANON TOLD HIM. AND POM CRIES. MY FUCKING HEART YALL. NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. IT HAS BEEN BROKEN WAY TOO MUCH IT’S BASICALLY NONEXISTENT. I WAS SOBBING.

so from that we go to the start of the second semester (which i had to guess by the 2 because there were no subs for that and i don’t understand thai lol) and pang is still the same exact kid who is best friends with nac, is a whole troublemaker and is in class 4-8 (which makes me wonder how tf they made everyone forget he was a gifted kid....... hmmmmm)

now when they first showed that i thought they were replaying ep1 KJSHFKSF but when the eating scene came on and there were people sitting on the gifted section i was like wait a minute............. hold on....................

then HE CLASHES WITH WAVE.

OH MY GOD.

AND HE ASKS HIM THE SAME EXACT QUESTION HE DID IN EP1.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

((his expression when he sees him excuse me i will literally cry to sleep look at that he’s-my-friend-but-he-doesn’t-remember-me-so-i-can’t-call-him-by-his-name-or-else-he’ll-be-weirded-out-but-also-i-fucking-miss(ed)-out-asshole face he makes ;;))

AND MY JAW WAS ALREADY DROPPED BUT IT FELL TO THE GROUND WHEN NAMTAAN AND OHM APPEARED BEHIND HIM AND WERE LIKE “C’MON LET’S GO EAT”

AND PANG BEING LIKE huh why do i feel like i don’t remember something AFTER HE LOOKS AT EVERYONE SEATED WITH MR POM. HUH I FUCKING WONDER WHY BRO.

and then. AND THEN. a gifted pin that fell to the ground is taken by pang and as he walked to give it back to wave, nac stops him and thankfully pang keeps it because guess mf WHAT BABY.

THERE’S A MESSAGE ON THE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND UNTIL NIGHT TIME WHEN PANG CAN’T SLEEP HE DOESN’T SEE IT

which makes me think,, for how long did the gifted class wait oh my god sjkfhksfjhsdlghl

AND PANG. FUCKING GENIUS PANG. THE VIDEO HE WAS FILMING ALL THIS TIME???????? YEAH IT WAS FOR HIMSELF. INCASE HE LOST. HOW FUCKING CLEVER IS THIS KID OH MY GOD

I LOVE PANG SO MUCH AS YOU ALL MAY HAVE NOTICED BY NOW.

also the fact that wave once caught him filming himself and just.. kept tabs on it since he seems to know pang just wouldn’t do one plan (you can see how shocked he is by ladda giving him the fake serum which i haven’t talked about but I LOVE LADDA AGAIN EVERYTHING’S GOOD WITH HER I LOVE U QUEEN <3<3<3) and when he, i guess, disappeared from the gifted program and didn’t talk with any of them wave just hacked pang’s computer and watched the video he had made incase it was important or whatever and i’m so glad for wave’s invasion of privacy because oh my god u saved my kiddo who saved his future self by being a smart bitch on the past. an icon.

AND THE LAST SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!! THE DIFFERENCE FROM WHEN PANG ENTERED THE ROOM FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE BEING LIKE “YOU’RE HERE”!!!!!!!!!!! THEY PROBABLY LOST ALL HOPE BUT PANG MADE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE FOUND OUT ABOUT HIMSELF AND ABOUT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I FELT SO PROUD OF MY SON WATCHING THIS

AND WAVE!!!!!!! “TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH” BITCH SHUT THE FUCK HE JUST REMEMBERED UR EXISTENCE LIKE 2 MINUTES AGO I’LL KICK UR ASS (but with love because i love this dumbass too)

AND PANG’S SMIRK AAAAAAA YES BABY LET’S CHANGE THE FUCKING WORLD TOGETHER LET’S GET RID OF ROYAL FAMILIES AND CORRUPT GOVERNMENTS AND INSTITUTIONS LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

okay okay now comes the sad part that we were all waiting for..

mr pom still doesn’t have his wallet after 11 episodes </3

JKHFJSLFS i am Unable to be serious for one second i will explode if i try to

now that season 1 is done i will proceed to yell into the void that is my room until season 2 starts airing (i will watch the trailer of the gifted graduation after this i promise)

this drama was soooooo good idk if i’ll watch the movie because this drama is so well made and the acting and everything is so good idk how they’d be able to tell half of the story in less than 2 hours,,,, maybe it’s a water boyy situation but backwards idk

either way this drama gets a 10000000000000/10 and a plus for making me forget that i wanted to pee oh my gOD I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM GOODBYE

#the gifted #this took almost a whole hour to write because i got distracted by a friend woops

[mitchsmarners]

i don’t want to spend another christmas without you 

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] word count: 5,623 summary: richie tozier turned his back on derry and most of his life after graduating high school and never looked back. what happens when after three years, richie must finally return home for the holidays? ⤹ written for @richiebeepbeep as their gift for the @itfandomprompts 2019 secret santa event! i hope you like it! 

read on ao3.

perma taglist: @jwilliambyers, @eddiekasbpark​ @stanleuyris​, @appojoos​, @s-s-georgie​, @chaotickaspbrak​, @eddiefuckinkaspbrak​, @edstozler​, @emgays​, @anellope​, @thorn-harvester-ven​, @wheezyeds​, @vipertooth​, @tozierking​, @billdenbrough (also let me know if you want added!)

Richie was not coming home for the holidays season. He never wanted to face Derry again, he lived in California now. He was happy there, that was where his life was, his apartment, his future. He simply could not face the life he had left behind three years earlier. Left vowing he would never return unless under the most desperate of situations. It had worked thus far, Richie always managing to come up with some sort of excuse when breaks from school had come around. Too much school work, doing summer trips abroad, having a his full time job and being unable to time off. He knew every time he told his mother he wasn’t going to make it that it broke her heart a little bit more. He almost dreaded the day she stopped asking him almost as much as he longed for it. 

There wasn’t much getting out of it this time, though, he knew. His sister had made it clear enough, with a short but firm text message, explaining all about how its her first Christmas since getting engaged and how Richie hadn’t even met Bryan yet and how he was breaking their mother’s heart and Richie felt guilt deep in his bones as he promised Elle that he’d be there this year. 

So now he was getting off at the Bangor Airport and his palms were sweating, his heart had been racing in his chest faster and faster the closer he got to Maine. His knees were shaking as he walked through the airport, looking for his family. His stomach jumped as his gaze caught sight of somebody who was clearly here for him, though the last person he would have expected to see.

“Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie cried, breaking into a sprint on his still shaky knees. He had missed his friends as much as his family, with a deep ache that he spent the majority of his last few years buiring deep inside of him by keeping busy and not giving him a chance to think about them. He’d kept in light contact with them, but he knew that he’d been shutting them out. And he knew that they knew it, too. 

Richie launched himself at Eddie, jumping up into his arms and wrapping himself around him koala-style. Eddie let out a loud and annoyed noise, but Richie could hear the laughter underneath it. “Goddamn it, Richard.” Eddie grunted and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist to help hold him up. “You’re fucking six teet tall, what the fuck. Get off me.”

Eddie’s arms squeezed tighter around Richie’s waist in contradiction of his own words and Richie smiled against his best friend’s head. He finally dropped down with his feet on the ground, and found that his knees were no longer weak. He beamed at Eddie, reaching out to pinch his cheeks. Eddie swatted his away, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “What brings you to this lovely airport, Eddie my love? Thought my old man wanted to pick me up and lecture me whole way back to Derry about what a terrible son I’ve been.” 

Eddie shrugged one shoulder, smiling down at his feet for a moment. “You know how your parents get right before a party, all stressed and manic. I volunteered to come get you, and don’t worry. I can still give you a great lecture about what a piece of shit son you’ve been the last couple years. And friend.”

Richie grumbled under his breath and stuck his hands into his jean back pockets. “Yeah, I feel like I’m going to be heading on the Richie Tozier apology tour.”

“It’s the least you can do.” Eddie said a little sharply, but his cheeks were still pink and his eyes were twinkling as he looked Richie up and down. “But don’t worry, you’ll have lots of time. Everybody is gonna be at the party tomorrow night, you can stand up and make a giant speech in front of the whole damn crowd if that’s still your style. Let’s go get your bags.”

“Oh, I didn’t bring any bags.” Richie said with a shrug.

Eddie’s mouth dropped open, and he blinked at Richie a few times before he furrowed his brow. “You’re here for two weeks? And you didn’t bring a single bag? Nothing? What are you supposed to wear?”

“I have clothes and shit back home!” Richie waved off Eddie’s concerns. “Nothing to worry about, Eds! Now show me to that Kaspbrak love wagon.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but allowed Eddie to wrap an arm around him and guided them outside into the chilly Maine air. Richie shivered brutally the moment he reached out into snow flurries, and let out a mildly horrified noise from the back of his throat. “Oh, fucking Maine. I’d forgotten. Please tell me you parked close, Eddie.”

Eddie chuckled, and tugged a woolly hat with a pom pom out of the pocket of his featherdown coat and reached over to stuff it onto Richie’s messy curls. “Awe, poor California boy can’t handle the cold? Forgetting your roots?”

“Listen, man.” Richie said through chattering teeth as Eddie linked arms with him and guided him quickly through the overly crowded parking lot. “I’ve barely even wore a sweater in the last three years. I was a l-l-l-egend in Cali, dude! I went sw-swimming in mid-winter while people st-st-arted at me like I was a lunatic!” 

“And now you’re shivering like a little bitch and stuttering like Bill Denbrough aged 12 in Maine.” Eddie chuckled, dropping Richie’s arm to move over and unlock the car doors. Richie tugged frantically at the passenger seat and dove into car. He buckled up quickly, knowing Eddie would demand it, and pulled his legs up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around them and pressed his face into his knees. 

Eddie dropped into the driver’s seat and seemed to take his damn time turning the car on. “Turn the heat on, turn the heat on.” Richie cried. “Please I’m going to die!” 

“You’re not going to die.” Eddie turned the car on, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking dramatic, Richard.” 

Richie shivered, holding his legs as close to his chest as he could manage without completely folding into himself. “Heat… please I beg you.”

“What if I told you the heater is broken?” Eddie asked, starting to pull out of the parking lot and getting caught up in a long line. Richie let out a distressed noise that almost sounded like a sob and Eddie’s heart tugged in his chest. “God, Rich, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t let something in my car stay broken! Who the fuck do you think I am?”

Richie sighed as Eddie reached out and kicked the heater up. Richie sighed, and by the time they were finally pulling out of the cramming parking lot he’d let his legs down onto the floor of the car and was filling up with nerves once again. “So are we allowed to put on music or would that be too distracting from the lecture you’re going to give me?”

Eddie sighed, tapping at the steering wheel. “I’m not going to lecture you, Richie. I get it… mostly. I don’t really like coming home to Derry, either. It wasn’t a great place for any of us.” Eddie glanced at Richie from the corner of his eye and shook his head. “But we didn’t all have a family that as good as yours, Rich. And we didn’t cut each other out, either. I don’t know what happened, Richie. It’s like you cross over the Derry town line and you straight up forgot that everybody here existed.”

Richie sighed and leaned his head against the car window, though the chill stung at his skin. “I didn’t. I thought about you guys everyday.” 

Eddie was quiet for a moment, fingers still tapping the steering wheel as they drove down the dark highway. Despite how busy the airport parking lot had been, the highway was nearly empty aside from them. “I spent a while wondering if maybe I’d done something wrong… after everything that happened senior year. If I’d made you hate me.” 

Richie closed his eyes, brain dragging up all the things he didn’t want to remember. The things he’d pointedly kept from his mind over the last three years. Eddie Kaspbrak under the lights at prom, Eddie Kaspbrak’s lips on his in front of everybody at their graduation, Eddie Kaspbrak’s tears when he told Richie they couldn’t be together because distance would ruin their relationship and their friendship. “I don’t hate you, Eds.” Richie said softly. “I could never.”

“I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.” Eddie chuckled. “Because I wanted to hate you. Somedays I did. Most of the time I just missed you.”

Richie’s heart clenched in his chest and he clenched his fingers sharply against the meat of his thigh. “I’m sorry, Eds.” Richie squeezed his eyes shut, leg shaking underneath him. This isn’t his strong suit, talking to people like this. Being open in any sense of the word had always been Richie’s deepest struggle. It had likely been the reason he hadn’t bothered to fight for him and Eddie in the first place. 

“I wanna say it’s okay, but it’s not really.” Eddie shrugged one shoulder and kept his eyes on the road. It was starting to snow harder, getting harder to see through, and Richie wondered for a moment about how he’d forgotten that snow was beautiful when you weren’t freezing. His gaze slid from the front windshield and he looked at Eddie, knowing that he found him more beautiful than he would ever find snow. 

“I get that.” Richie said. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re even bothering to see me. I definitely didn’t expect you to be coming to my parents party tomorrow.” 

“I’ve gone to your parents’ party every year, Richie.” Eddie said simply with a shrug of his shoulder and half a smile. “I helped you set up every year in high school and I wasn’t about to stop just because you were being a dick to everybody. It’s always been the best excuse to get away from my mother during the holidays, as much as it pissed her off.”

“I always thought you liked it so much because it pissed her off.” Richie said with a small smile, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to hide his smile. Eddie’s lips twitched up in hint of his own grin, though he made no move to confirm or deny it. “I always sort of thought that’s why you spend so much time with me, to be honest. Nobody ever got under her skin like I did.” Eddie’s gazed jerked to look at him, something deep and worrisome in his eyes. Richie’s heart started racing in his chest, and palms began to sweat. “You know, the only time she ever got along with me was when I was giving her the good dick. A very serious love-hate relationship.”

“God, you’re fucking disgusting!” Eddie cried, letting go of the wheel to smack Richie in the arm. “You actually haven’t grown out of Your Mom jokes? You’re twenty-one man!” 

Richie shook his head and let out a soft huff of a laugh. Silence settled in the vehicle and Richie wondered for a moment if he’d be able to open up the door and roll out. He cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his head. “So… your mom is still the worst then?”

Eddie rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated groan. “As if she’d ever be anything less than terrible.” He said. “You know what he’s like. Every time I come home she spends the entire time crying and whining and begging me to stay. That I shouldn’t go back to school, that I’m sick and she needs to take care of me. The usual bullshit.” 

Richie frowned at his hands, shaking his head. Not for the first time, Richie Tozier wondered at the strength of Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie had known many brave and amazing people in his life, but he didn’t think anybody would ever be on the level of Eddie. Eddie, who could walk directly into the face of abuse and hold his ground and still be the kindest person he’d ever had the honour of knowing. 

“Thank you for coming to pick me up.” Richie said quietly, pointedly staring out the front windshield even as he could feel Eddie watching him from the corner of his eye. “And thank you for not hating me.” 

“I could never hate you, Richie.” Eddie said. “Trust me. I tried. Unfortunately, I think caring about somebody for 16 year is hard to turn off.”

“Yeah.” Richie agreed. He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jeans and began fiddling with the car radio. Eddie chuckled at him, and Richie finally managed to hook his phone up to the bluetooth. Smiling, he clicked onto his private Spaghetti Songs playlist and hit shuffle. He hadn’t listened to this playlist in a  ages, but he’d never had the heart to delete it. The smile that broke out on Eddie’s face as Cut to the Feeling by Carly Rae Jepson started playing made Richie overly happy that he never got rid of it. 

They spent the rest of the ride in a comfortable relaxation, singing along to the gushy and lovely pop songs that weren’t usually Richie’s type of music but he couldn’t deny the little bubble of happy they gave him whenever he reminded hearing them for the first time and being reminded of Eddie. Nor the bubble of fondness he got in his chest when looked at Eddie and watched him sing along to every single one.

They pulled into Derry and Richie felt the panic begin to settle into his chest once again. His leg started bouncing and he felt that the air in the car got heavier. When they pulled into the Tozier’s driveway, Richie felt that maybe he’d been cemented to his seat. Eddie turned off the car and unbuckled, opening the car door before pausing. He slowed the door slowly and turned to Richie with a small frown. “Rich?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Richie said, staring blankly ahead and now biting at his thumb nail. Eddie’s hand reached out and wrapped around Richie’s wrist, pulling it away from his mouth and holding it in his lap. Richie turned to look at him slowly, and thought maybe this was the first time Richie was really looking Eddie since he’d picked him up. He’d grown his hair out since the summer after high school, curling around his ears and the base of his neck. His face was freckled even with the darkness that came with winter and his shoulders had definitely broadened. He wondered randomly for a moment if Eddie still ran.  “I’m fine. I just… need a moment.”

Eddie pulled Richie’s arm into his lap and rested against the seat of the car. “Okay. But I’ve already turned the car off so it’s about to get really cold in here and you’re a little California baby now.” Richie reached over and flicked Eddie in the ear. Eddie swatted at him with the hand that didn’t have a tight grip about Richie’s wrist. “And I can see Alex’s face in the window, so she knows you’re here.”

Richie looked over and sure enough, he could see his little sister peering out from between the curtains. His stomach tensed with anxiety as his heart leapt with love. “Alright.” He said with a soft sigh. “Let’s fucking get this over with then.”

“That’s the spirit.” Eddie said with a laugh. He patted Richie on the shoulder twice then ducked out of the car. Richie took another moment to try and gather himself together before quickly figuring out that he wasn’t going to get any more prepared than he was right now. 

Richie kicked off his boots as he came in the house, and didn’t have a chance to take them off before somebody was latching themselves tightly around his midsection.”RICHIE!” Alex cried, pressing her face directly into his stomach. Alexandria Tozier had been a shock to Went and Maggie, barely four years old when Richie had moved out, and he adored her. 

“Hey kiddo.” Richie said, trying to cover up how his voice cracked and broke as he squeezed his baby sister. She stepped back and Richie got his first good look at her. Her hair was longer and waved down her back, and her huge grin was missing several teeth. “Look at you! You’re all grown up, you in high school yet?”

Alex broke into giggles, wrapping her arms back around Richie’s stomach. “Noooo Richie. I’m only in grade two.”

“Grade two!” Richie gasped overdramatically, bending slightly and grunting as he heaved Alex up into his arms. Alex looked at him seriously for a moment then cracked into a grin and Richie couldn’t help but smile back. He kicked off his boots and walked into the crowded living room, holding Alex to his chest like a shield. 

“Richie!” Maggie cried as he entered, coming forward to wrap her arms around her son. Richie leaned down and kissed his mother on the cheek, and Alex rested her head on Richie’s shoulder. Her eyes were already drooping and Richie couldn’t help but wonder if she was staying up past her bedtime to see him.

Eddie was chatting with Wentworth across the living room and Richie’s heart began to race in his chest. He tossed Alex down onto the couch touchdown style, leaving her laughing into the cushions as he walked over to them. 

“Hey Pops.” Richie said, scratching at the back of his neck. 

Went turned to him, expression stoney. “Edward has told me there’s no need for me to lecture you since he has that covered. I trust that is true.” 

“Yes sir.” Richie replied with a somber nod. 

Went broke into a smile and pulled Richie in for a hug. “It’s good to have you home, son. Hope to see you around here more often.”

Richie thought of how much Alex had grown, of sitting with Eddie in the car listening to music and felt his father’s warmth around. “Yeah, Dad. Absolutely.”

“Only issue,” Eddie broke into the father-son moment with a sing song voice. Richie turned and Eddie beamed at him. “I basically live in your room when I’m back in Derry, so you’re going to have to share your bed with me.”

Richie’s brain stalled at the thought of Eddie living in his childhood bedroom for the last three years and he wasn’t quite sure if he felt uncomfortable with it or not, but his brain got caught up in the even scarier thought of sharing a bed with Eddie. 

As the evening went on, Richie tried with all his might not to think about the last time he and Eddie had laid together in that bed. It had been Eddie’s last night in Derry, the two of them curled under the blankets and watching shitty movies and drinking so much soda that Eddie had gotten a stomach ache. A good old fashioned middle school style sleepover. That is until Eddie had rolled over with tears in eyes, and apologized that they couldn’t be together the way they wanted, and kissed him. Everything else that happened between them that night hurt too much to think about, and Eddie had left the next morning without a single word about it. Richie had barely spoken to him since- until today.

Everything died down quickly, and Richie found that he was exhausted. After helping his mom put Alex to bed, though he suspected that the nighttime routine was a little elaborated for his presence, Richie said goodnight to his family and Eddie and dragged his ass up to his childhood bedroom. 

Everything seemed smaller than Richie remembered, and the walls were littered with posters of bands that Richie hadn’t listened to in years. He smiled, though he wasn’t quite sure what was getting to him in the moment, and opened up the top drawer of his dresser. Most of the clothes he’d left behind had actually once belonged to one of the other Losers, and Richie ended up in a too-large T-shirt that was most likely Ben’s, and a pair of sweatpants that were just short enough in the leg to be Bill’s. He crawled into bed and sleep took faster than it had in ages.

He was woken a bit later by the door opening and closing. He rolled over onto his back and squinted, but he couldn’t see shit in the dark without his glasses.

“It’s just me.” Eddie said in soft whisper. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

Richie rolled over, more than happy to do that. He’d started to doze when the bed dipped under the weight of Eddie climbing in beside him. Richie grunted and burrowed himself deeper into the blankets.

“Rich?” Eddie whispered. Richie groaned in response. “Are you sure you’re okay with sharing with me? This is your bed, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I don’t live here, I can go back and stay with my Ma-”

“Eddie if you think I’m even gonna let you to stay at your mom’s, you’re insane.” Richie said, his voice croaking with half-sleep. “If I was uncomfortable with you in my bed, I would’ve fucking told you. We’ve shared this bed a hundred million times or more. We’re only going to start having an issue if you don’t shut the fuck up and let me sleep.”

Eddie chuckled, and when he spoke his voice sounded a little awestruck. “Richie Tozier telling somebody to shut the fuck up? That must be a first.”

“There’s about to be a second.” Richie grumbled, grabbing a pillow out from where Eddie was leaning and whacking him in the face with it. Eddie laughed and Richie felt him finally lay down completely beside him. 

It was definitely the best sleep Richie had had in months, but he wasn’t about to go around announcing it. 

The next morning, Richie woke up alone in his bed and felt a momentary panic when he took in his whereabouts. It took a moment for everything to come sinking back in, and Richie groaned as he put the pieces back together. He flung the blankets up over his head and wondered if he’d be able to get away with wasting the day away in bed. He never came home for the holidays, maybe if he just stayed in his room, his family would just forget he was there.

The bedroom door came swinging open immediately after Richie’s thoughts trailed off, and he forced himself not to make any noise or sudden movements. 

“Asshole, get up.” His older sister, Alyssa, called into the room. “Mom and Dad need you and Eddie to go pick up some stuff for the party tonight.”

“Why do I have to do it?” Richie grumbled. “I was in a different state yesterday! That kind of shit takes a lot out of a guy!”

Alyssa grabbed the blankets that were still hung over Richie’s head and tossed them away. She glared down at him, hands on her hips, and Richie couldn’t help but think she looked exactly like their mother. “Last ones in do the bitch work. And you have like, three years worth of bitch work to make up for. So let’s go, move your ass, Tozier.”

“Fuck you, Tozier.”

Richie rolled out bed quite literally, letting himself drop to the floor. He didn’t need to look up to know that Alyssa was rolling her eyes as she walked away out of his room. Richie rummaged back through the drawer o’ missing clothes, and came out with a large grey sweater- much too large to belong to Richie himself- and pulled back on the jeans from the day before. Tossing his outgrown hair up into a bun on top of his head, Richie half stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

Maggie barely looked up at him as she handed him a cup of steaming hot chocolate and Richie leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. He turned towards the table and found Eddie sitting there, eating a blueberry muffin and glaring at him. “Got an issue, Kaspbrak?” Richie challenged, sitting down across from him and grabbing his own muffin from the plate. 

“Are you wearing the same jeans from yesterday?” Eddie asked with a crinkle of his nose.

“Judging by the look on your face, you already know the answer to that, Eduardo.” 

Eddie fake gagged. “Richie, that’s so fucking disgusting, are you kidding? What? You’re just going to wear the same pants the entire time you’re here? You’re going to get an… an infection or something. God, Richie. When we go out today, you’re getting some clothes.” Richie opened his mouth but Eddie put his hand out. “And don’t even try to complain to me, it’s your own damn fault for not bringing any stuff when you knew you were going to be here for a week.”

Richie rolled his eyes and didn’t bother trying to cover up his pout. He’d had to borrow a coat from his dad, and was forced to venture out into two feet of snow in his Converse sneakers and Eddie was talking a mile a minute at his side. 

“I’m not fucking buying a pair of boots, Eddie.” Richie rolled his eyes as he dropped into the passenger seat of Eddie’s car. “They’re like 60 bucks a pair, and I live in fucking California. I’m not spending $60 on something I’m only going to use for a week. I’m a broke college student, just like you.”

“Please.” Eddie scoffed, pulling out of the driveway and starting slowly down the snowy road. “If you say so.” 

They drove in an almost eerily comfortable silence. No music, not taking, just them while Richie tried to ignore how immensely he was enjoying Eddie’s company. Richie curled up in the passenger seat, head pressed against the window and he sighed. He watched his breath fog up the glass and slowly traced a R + E into the fog with his finger. He immediately wiped it away with the palm of his hand and glanced over his shoulder, relaxing when it seemed that Eddie hadn’t noticed.

Eddie pulled into the parking lot of Shaw’s Supermarket and Richie stayed curled up in his seat until Eddie came around and yanked the door open. “Come on.” He said with a huff. “I’m not going to do the shopping by myself. Move it.”

Richie groaned, and made exaggerated stomps out of the car. He kept his arms crossed as they hurried through the parking lot and Eddie grabbed them a cart. As soon as Eddie had his bearings on the cart, Richie leap over it and curled up inside, crossed legged and grinning up at Eddie. 

“The cart is for groceries, not your lazy ass.” Eddie grumbled, but he started pushing the cart into the store nonetheless. Richie spun around in the cart, grabbing things off the shelves when Eddie pointed them out and holding them on his lap. 

Eddie maintained that Richie was being lazy and merely looking for an excuse to get out of the shopping as much as possible, but Richie firmly believed that the trip went by faster without Eddie having to stop for every single item they needed to grab. 

“That would have been true either way, you’d just also be walking, dickhead.” Eddie argued after Richie had leap out of the cart and was helping him unload everything onto the belt. “Maybe we could have taken turns pushing the cart even.”

“Awe, Eds, that’s the funniest joke you’ve ever made.” Richie said over his shoulder as he paid the cashier. Richie grabbed as many bags as he could carry and they dragged everything back to car. 

Richie turned on Christmas Carols on the drive back to his house, and after mild complaining- Eddie even sang along with him. 

As they arrived back at the Toziers, they realized how many extra cars were now parked outside. There was space for Eddie to pull into the driveway- no doubt at Maggie’s demand for the safety of her much needed groceries- and Richie found that anxiety from the night before quickly settling back into his gut. 

“Relax, Rich.” Eddie said in a calming voice. His hand dropped down on Richie’s thigh and squeezed. Richie’s breath picked up, Eddie successfully doing the opposite of calming him down. “Richie. I can feel you freaking out. What is your problem?”

“I can’t go in there, Eddie.” Richie said, voice pitched and words rushed together. Richie suddenly felt fifteen again, deeply in love with his best friend and afraid to do anything. A boy who likes boy is a dead boy, Richie thought to himself and remembered growing up in this horrific town around people he could only hope would accept him but he was never sure. He was never sure, he isn’t sure. 

But Eddie with looking at him with wide eyes, concerned and open. Willing to listen to whatever Richie was struggling with and it made Richie so nervous he could throw up. 

Richie ran both hands over his face and sighed loudly. “I cut off everybody I loved, Eds. They’re all in that fucking house, I can’t go in there. I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I can’t go in there and lie to them, or dodge their fucking questions of why I never come home. I just can’t.” 

“Why do you have to lie?” Eddie asked, frowning deeply.  

“Because I can't just go in there and be all ‘hey everybody! Sorry you haven’t seen me in three years but I went off to college and stopped repressing my homosexuality and now I’m a big giant gay! Surprise! I didn’t bring any present!’” 

Richie blurted out the sentence in a span of seconds, words all pressed together until they were barely coherent and Eddie blinked at him as his brain attempted to detangle the mess. His eyes widened as he finally did, and he turned off the car. He buckled himself and almost fell out of the door in his haste to get out. 

Tears stung at his eyes as Richie’s brain spiraled down the dark panic of Eddie turning his back on him. Luckily for Richie, Eddie had only been out of the car long enough to rush around to the passenger side and yank it open. 

“Come on, out. Let’s go.” Eddie forcibly unbuckled Richie and tugged him out of the car. Hand in hand, Eddie dragged him around the house and towards the backyard. 

“Uh, Eds?” Richie’s knees shook brutally as they walked. “What about the groceries?”

“It’s cold enough.” Eddie said sharply. “It’ll basically be like it being a fridge. Relax. This is more important.” 

Eddie sat down on the swing set and Richie sat down slowly on the other side. He suddenly remembered all the summer and fall days Richie and his friends would run around on this small swing set. He wondered if Alex and her friends even played on it, and he hoped desperately that they did. 

It had started snowing lightly, like flakes falling into their hair. Richie, despite the lingering anxiety, couldn’t help but smile at the way Eddie’s cheeks were starting to redden with the chill. Richie pushed his swing enough to sway, enough to just have something to do. 

“Richie-“ Eddie started then paused. He bit down on his bottom lip and furrowed his brow. “I don’t know how to say this politely, so I’m just going to spit it down. Richie. Your family knows you’re gay.”

Richie’s mouth dropped open. He closed his sharply, just to open it again. He shook his head, and closed his eyes. Swallowing deeply, when he opened them again, Eddie was still staring at him softly. “How do you know that?”

Eddie laughed. “Dude, do you know how much I’ve had to hear your mom talk about how she thought we were dating in high school? I’m not sure she believes me when I say that we weren’t.” 

“I’m not sure I believe you either.” Richie said quietly, so quietly that he was almost surprised that Eddie even heard him. But Eddie let a small noise, almost as though he was pained. 

Suddenly, Eddie’s hands were on Richie’s cheeks and pulling him in. Eddie’s lips were cold and Richie knew his were chapped and probably not very nice, but there was something so heartachingly familiar about kissing Eddie that Richie couldn’t help but sink into it completely. 

Eddie pulled back slowly, letting their foreheads stay pressed together. Richie fluttered his eyes open, looking at Eddie with hooded lids. “Why’d you do that?” Richie whispered. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie said sounding mournful. “For… saying we shouldn’t be together and everything that happened before I left for New York. It wasn’t fucking fair to you, you deserved so much better.” Eddie shook his head, pushing Richie’s head as they moved together. “God. I loved you so much and I knew I was hurting you. I was always so sure that the reason you wouldn't come back to Derry because of me.”

Richie shrugged and brought his hands down to rest on Eddie’s hips. “There was a lot of versions. But…” Richie smiled bashfully. “I think I’m glad I came back this time.” 

Eddie smiled back and pressed a kiss to Richie’s forehead. 

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #r + e #otp: i'll chance it #ss fic #DONE WE'RE DONE FAM #im so happy

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ I’m still out of the country and not able to upload these to AO3 live yet, but if you want to know when any are going up, drop me a line and I’ll message you the link when I get back. To check out what you’ve missed, visit ‘clara’s fic tag’. In the meantime, enjoy!

Summary: David is taking Patrick to his first Pride, and Stevie insists upon a special gift for him before he goes away.

Prompt number: 7. “No, and that’s final.”

Fandom: Schitt’s Creek - David & Stevie, background David x Patrick

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Pride, Male-Female Friendship, Pansexual Character

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Stripes

“What about this one?”

“No, and that’s final.”

“You didn’t even look!”

Stevie glared, but David still didn’t look up at the tablet she was wielding, demonstrating a design of a gaudy, horizontally striped rainbow sweater. She’d tried spirals, polka dots, zig zags, pom-poms (that was more poking fun than anything else), but for some reason David was rejecting all of her options. Even the classic bold striped look – classic for Pride, anyway – wasn’t passing muster.

“I have standards, Stevie.”

“And I love that, but I don’t have the time or the money to knit you one of these beauties by hand with organic alpaca wool, or whatever,” Stevie retorted, “so you’re just going to have to order something off the rack.”

David sneered and rolled his eyes, but at least he looked. At her, not the sweater, but close enough. Stevie pouted.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “You have to embrace the cheese! You’re taking Patrick to his first Pride! How are you going to help him spread his little baby-gay wings?”

“You’re getting Patrick one of these monstrosities?”

“No,” Stevie said, and this was completely truthful because a moment later she added – “I already got him rainbow suspenders.”

“Oh, god.”

“… He did mention something about a fringed vest, too…”

“Oh, god. Stevie, what have you done?”

Stevie shrugged, her eyes deliberately wide and innocent. “I’m just trying to help you guys live your truth out loud.”

David let his head fall back to the couch cushion, and groaned.

-

At last the big day arrived, and David and Patrick were packing the Camry for their weekend in New York when all of a sudden, Stevie’s pickup rolled onto the scene. She parked nearby and ran over to them, frantically wrapping a plastic bag around its own contents. David caught a flash of colour on the inside of the translucent plastic, and bit his lip. Patrick, that son of a bitch, hung back deliberately. Maybe he had seen it too.

“You shouldn’t have,” David insisted, as Stevie shoved the package into his hands with relief.

“It just got here this morning, sorry I didn’t have time to wrap it.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” David assured her with an exaggerated, sarcastic sense of grace. “Although I do like that it’s a repurposed Target bag. That’s very up-cycle-y of you.”

“Just open it already, David,” Stevie demanded. “Patrick is waiting.”

And, loathe though he was to ‘embrace the cheese’, David had never needed telling twice when it came to opening presents. He stuck his hand into the bag and pulled out the sweater in one fell swoop, but all the quips and jabs died on his tongue when he actually saw it. For one, rather than the tacky polyester-blend wool-knit it was something soft and fleecy on the inside and smooth on the outside. It was mostly black. And best of all, he could actually see himself wearing it. For all Stevie liked to tease him about his fashion sense, she could really pick him when the cards fell. It wasn’t often he got choked up over a sweater – not any more often than he got choked up over anything else, at least – but there was a single set of pink, yellow, and blue stripes running horizontally down over the left shoulder, and something bloomed in his chest as he ran his hand over them.

Pride.

“I had it made, in the end,” Stevie confessed, with a roll of her eyes. “Not from organic alpaca wool, I still ordered it online from somewhere, but whatever. And I- I wanted to go with the traditional rainbow for the stripes at first, but it turned out a little too… I dunno, retro or something? So I did some research, and those three colours are a flag too. For people like you - people who like the wine and not the label. Plus I figured, minimalism, etcetera… So, do you like it?”

“Well, usually, have a rule against wearing stripes...” David pointed out, but as he spoke, hugged the sweater to his chest. “But yes. Yes I do.”

#fictober19 #david rose #schitt's creek #scfic #david & stevie #david x patrick #clara's fic tag

[thisisthedungeonthatneverends]

Am I the Only One (Alt: Everyone else has had more sex than me)

Ships: libnyx, regclar, gladnis, promptis

Rating: M

Words: 2908

In which Nyx Ulric seems cursed to walk in on EVERYONE having sex and wonders if he is the only one in all of Insomnia NOT getting laid today. Check the reblogs for the AO3 link.

It was as if His Majesty had declared an official Everybody Gets Laid Day but no one told Nyx Ulric. He just came in to drop off the latest reports from the warfront with the King. That’s it. That’s all Nyx had to do today and the rest would be spent drinking beer and watching the professional chocobo racing semi-finals. Simple day. When he knocked on the door to King Regis’ office, however, his day turned from simple to weird in 2.53 seconds. “Bullocks, I forgot Nyx was coming! Quickly Clarus…” “Regis, I was almost coming…” Nyx raised a suspicious eyebrow and wondered if he should knock again. When he heard a muffled umf from the other side he decided against it. Were they…noooooo, they couldn’t be…could they? “One moment, please!” Regis called out, a hint of mild distress in his voice. Nyx cleared his throat. “In your own time, Your Majesty.” He heard some shuffling and the distinct sound of a chair being dragged across the hard wood floor then someone, presumably Regis, loudly clearing their throat. “You may enter.” Nyx shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts of were His Majesty and Clarus Amicitia really just… He pushed open the heavy doors and approached the desk where the King sat looking as pristine and regal as ever. Nyx bowed and placed the thick folder containing the reports requested of him on the desk. “Here are the reports from the warfront as requested, Your Majesty. Our forces are holding the newest influx of Imperial warships at bay for the time being. They aren’t gaining any ground, but neither are we. Captain Drautos is requesting reinforcements.” Before Regis could respond, a faint scuffing sound came from under the large desk. Nyx could not help but look down and when he did his eyes widened at the sight of the toe of a boot juuuuust peaking out. Regis seemed frozen in place. “I’lllookitoverthankyouNyx,” Regis prattled his words together. “Thatisallyouaredismissed.” It took every ounce of concentration Nyx had to look up from the boot he knew did not belong to Regis and every ounce of balance to bow without falling on his face. “Y-yes Your Majesty…um…good day.” He turned on his heals and literally power walked to the door. Nyx had retreated from the bloodiest of battles with less urgency than that of which he swung open the doors of the Kings office and ran like his life depended on it. And after interrupting Regis and Clarus now undoubtedly having sex, he wasn’t sure his life DIDN’T depend on it.

……………………………………..

Once he was a safe distance away from that office he stopped to catch his breath. Not that he couldn’t run faster and farther than any other Glaive save for possibly the captain, but what he was running from had knocked the wind clean out of him. He needed to wash his face and take a leak. Yes, he thought, that would help. He could then go home and watch the races and never have to think of the King and the Shield… Nope. Not thinking about it. By the time he reached the nearest restroom, the initial shock had mostly worn off. Good for them, he thought. Two old widowers finding love again…kinda romantic if he thought about it that way. Nyx wished for a passing moment if he would ever find love. His last girlfriend had been a clingy, nagging bitch and the boyfriend before her cheated and blamed HIM for “never being dtf.” No one would ever understand his life of service to the crown, he thought. Nyx was relieved to find the bathroom empty. Not many were in this wing of the citadel at this time of day, so he could at least relieve himself in peace. So he whistled an idle tune as he did so, and almost sprayed the damn ceiling when he was startle by a loud BANG! Someone, or rather two someones, arms tangled around each other and seemingly attached at the face, had just burst through the bathroom door. Was that…noooo…Astrals, that WAS him. First Clarus and now GLADIOLUS Amicitia! The other man, shorter with a much slighter build, dark blonde hair, and glasses was…what was his name? The Prince’s adviser he knew for sure. Something flamey, right? Nyx wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there at the urinal dick in hand staring at the young couple, or how long the couple had been staring back at him before he realized crap, I should probably put my dick away now. “Don’t mind me,” Nyx said before his brain could stop his mouth. “Just…peeing. Done now.” He zipped himself up and tiptoes around the couple who just stood frozen like a centuries old erotic statue that made schoolboys giggle in order to get to the sink to wash his hands for not as long as health code dictates. Once again, Nyx rushed out of a room so two people who were apparently trying to fuck could have their privacy. He wiped his wet hands on his coat and laughed. “Damn, did I miss a “National Fuck Day” memo or something? At least all the love in the air wasn’t making the front of his pants get tight. No, not in the least.

……………………………………..

After accidentally witnessing two “encounters” in the span of five minutes, Nyx needed fresh air. A nice walk in the gardens should clear his fuddled head, right? Right. Once again the shock wore off as he strolled through one of the citadel’s many gardens and he found himself happy for Gladiolus and…DAMN what was his name? Two people who served the crown, who understood how important duty was to each other, were able to find time to share an intimate moment. Now Nyx was jealous. Why couldn’t he have that? He whistled as he strolled along and - IGNACIO! That was the advisers name. Now Nyx could stop kicking himself for being a dumbass. At any rate he whistled and strolled along peacefully until he was just about ready to head home, shower, jerk off, throw on some sweatpants, and settle down with pizza, beer and the tv remote. That was until he heard a faint sound – specifically a faint moan – from behind one of the hedges. Not again, he thought. As he continued walking trying and failing to ignore the erotic sounds, they grew louder and Nyx realized with a sinking feeling he was getting closer to rather than farther from the action. “Mm yes Prompto…” “Fuck, Noct, you feel so good…” Nyx. Froze. Right. There. Noct? Noctis? As in PRINCE Noctis? Nyx had to know. Curse his life dammit he HAD to know! He marched to the hedge the sound was coming from, swung back the branch…and immediately regretted every life decision that had lead him to this time and place. On the ground on his knees was a young blond haired blue eyed man who Nyx vaguely recognized from a few photos who was currently BALLS DEEP in the PRINCE who lay on his back with his legs pushed up against his chest. Upon seeing Nyx, both men screamed. As did Nyx. When the screaming had subsided, Nyx just stood there with jaw on the ground while Noctis and…he called him Pom-something-or-other, Nyx neither knew nor cared, scrambled around on the ground search for their cloths. “Nyx, what the hell!!!” Noctis shouted as he stood and shimmied into his pants. “First you’re gonna cock block me and now you’re just gonna stand there like an ass?!” Nyx blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s just…FUCK!” He threw up his hands and stepped back. “First the fathers, then both sons, Shiva’s TITS how is this my LIFE!?” And for the third time that afternoon, Nyx got the hell out of there.

…………………………….

Finally, FINALLY Nyx was home. After a shower and some relief by his own hand he slipped into an old pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, ordered pizza and headed to the fridge. It was beer o’clock for Nyx, and it hadn’t come soon enough. He opened the door and reached for the shelf that was usually designated for alcohol… to find only one beer remaining. Well Hell. He wasn’t going back out lest he interrupt another session of dicking, so he sighed and accepted that one beer would have to do. He settled down on the couch and turned on the tv. The races were just about to start and Nyx smiled. Just in time. But as he watched the races, his mind drifted back to Noctis and his blond lover Pom-something. They started out friends and grew into lovers, Nyx mused. Damn. Everyone seemed to be finding love, or at least ass, except him. He knew Cor Leonis, the Crownsguard martial, was seeing someone, as was fellow Glaive Crowe Altus. He didn’t know of anyone else off hand, but the captain was always gallivanting off somewhere. Maybe he was with someone too? Nyx shrugged and downed the last swig of beer. Soon he heard his doorbell ring. Damn, he’d just gotten comfortable, too. Today was simply not the right day to by Nyx Ulric. He begrudgingly stood and went to answer the door, expecting pizza. What he saw when he answered the door was actually better: his lifelong friend Libertus, carrying a case of their favorite brew. Nyx smiled. “I love you.” Libertus laughed and entered through the open doorway. “Bit dramatic tonight, aren’t we? Have a rough day doing the captains job or what?” “Yeah, or what,” Nyx sort-of answered. “Man you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen today.” “Tell me about it!” Libertus said, setting the case of beer on the coffee table. “I saw something I’ll be prayin’ to Ifrit for the next hundred years to burn out of my mind.” Nys took his place in his recliner after grabbing a beer for himself, while Libertus sprawled out on the couch with his own. “Oh yeah?” Libertus nodded. “Crowe. Like a little sis to me, right? Well I went to the gym today to get my phone charger, and I had to walk in on her…” Libertus washed down a look of disgust with a long drink from his can. “I walked in the locker room and there she was on the bench gettin’ fucked by, you ain’t gonna believe this shit, COR LEONIS!!! Nyx actually laughed in spite of himself. “Man, I wish I could say I was surprised, but I learned something fun about our King today.” Libertus, wide eyed, slammed his beer on the table. “Fuck off!” “His Majesty and his Shield, Clarus Amicitia. I went to drop off those reports like Drautos was supposed to have done yesterday, right?” Well I heard’em fumbling around in there and when the King finally let me in Clarus was hiding under the desk. UNDER the DESK, can you believe that shit?” Libertus slowly shook his head. “I need another beer. Okay, okay,” he reached for one more can from the case, “I got another one for ya. Crowe and Cor aren’t the only Glaive-Guard match-up going on. When I went out to the parking lot I saw Luche and Monica steaming up the windows of Luche’s car.” “Now THAT I’m surprised at. I though Luche was was on a strict sausage diet!” Libertus laughed. “Apparently not. Unless there’s something Monica ain’t tellin’ us about then-” Libertus was interrupted by the doorbell. “That’d be pizza!” Nyx excitedly declared. “Lemme get this and I’ll tell you who ELSE I caught together today.” “DAMN! Was today some kinda sex holiday that I forgot about?” “I know right!” Pizza way paid for and divvied out, and the chocobo races were long forgotten in the midst of two grown men gossiping like schoolgirls. “So,” Nyx mumbled around a mouth full of pepperoni and cheese, “I was in the bathroom at the citadel takin a leak. In stumble Gladiolus Amicitia and Ignacio, groping and stuck to each others faces.” Libertus made a strange face. “Gladiolus and who?” “The Prince’s adviser. You know him?” Libertus laughed so hard and long he made himself cough. “I know him but apparently you don’t. The name’s IGNIS you dingus!” Nyx rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I was close wasn’t I? Anyway, The adviser and shield to the Prince are together and speaking of the Prince, I caught HIM getting fucked six ways to Saturday by some blond guy in the palace gardens.” “Whathahell,Mn!” Libertus tried to say with his mouth full of stuffed crust. He swallowed and washed his fourth slice of pizza down with another swig of his third beer. “Is everybody gettin’ tail but us?” Nyx shrugged. “Apparently. I haven’t had anyone but Rosy Palm sense I dumped that bimbo Steph three months ago.” Libertus let out a low whistle. “You’re loooong overdue, Buddy. Then again it’s been almost two months for me.” For some reason it went silent after that. The races were half over and they had no idea who was on the leaderbord. They didn’t care though. It was nice to just be two buddies with pizza, booze, and each others company.

Libertus stretched and stood. “Not headin’ out already are you?” Nyx asked. “Hell no, you can’t get rid of me that easy.” He pointed his thumb towards the bathroom. “Gonna break the seal.” Nyx nodded and for some inexplicable reason watched his friend walk away. Did his hips always…sway like that? Hu. Nyx turned up the tv while Libertus was in the bathroom, intending to catch up on what he’d missed of the races in favor of gossip. His favorite racer was on the leaderbord, so he was happy. Libertus returned soon and sat on one side of the couch instead of sprawling out like he had before. Nyx yawned and stood. “My turn.” As he walked away he got the distinct feeling of being watched, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact he was sure he didn’t mind a bit if Libertus was staring at his ass. If Nyx was anyone but himself, he’d stare at his ass, too. He wasn’t too humble to admit he had a nice ass. So did Libertus, actually… funny, he’d never considered his best friend’s ass before but now that he did, it was a good thing his pants were as baggy as they were because hello… Man, he was one thirsty sunuvabitch. A commercial for some kind of candy was on when he returned and instead of going back to his recliner, Nyx sat on the couch next to Libertus. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Libertus rested a reassuring hand On Nyx’s shoulder. “Guys like us got it rough, my friend. It’s hard to find someone who understands the sort of life we live and even when we do, who has time to actually do anything? Nyx laughed humorlessly. “Apparently five different couples judging by what we saw today. I don’t know how the ones you saw ended up together, but Regis and Clarus, they’ve both had broken hearts and patched each other up. Gladiolus and IGNIS, I got it right that time, they understand each other because they both run circles around the Prince, and then the Prince and the blonde kid started off as friends and now they’re apparently lovers.” Libertus nodded thoughtfully. “Where’s that for us?” Broken hearts. Service to the crown. Friends. Nyx eyed Libertus carefully to judge weather or not his friend was thinking the same thing as him. And was it just him or did Libertus’ hand seen to be slowly sliding down his back? He chanced a full look at Libertus now and…were they…yup, their faces were closer, much closer, no more than a couple inches apart. Nyx smiled. “I think I just found it.” Nyx never hesitated with anything, so he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them and kiss the man who’d been his best friend sense before he could remember. Libertus, to Nyx’s relief, welcomed the kiss, returning is with more intensity than Nyx had imagined. He slipped the hand that had in fact been making its way down Nyx’s back under the back of Nyx’s shirt. It was bold, but then so was Libertus, and it made Nyx hum against Libertus’ mouth and deepen the kiss. Nyx hands found his new lover’s thigh, and Libertus shifted his hips, causing Nyx fingers to brush against a very impressive bulge. Eventually Nyx had to breath, and as munch as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t do that very well with someone else’s tongue down his throat. So he pulled away and opened his eyes to be met with a lustful gaze from Libertus. “You know,” Nyx said somewhat breathlessly, “You’ve had a bit to drink tonight.” Libertus chuckled. “You’re not taking advantage of me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Nyx smirked. “No, it’s just that it might not be legal for you to drive. Wanna crash here tonight?” He made his true intentions known with a wink and a subtle roll of his hips. Libertus smiled that warm welcoming smile that Nyx had grown to love over the years, and hoped he would grow to love even more. He didn’t say a word, but he answered with a kiss.

#dungeon's writing #ffxv #fanfic #lemon #libnyx #nyx x libertus #libertus ostium #nyx ulric #clarus amicitia #regis lucis caelum #clarus x regis #regclar #gladiolus x ignis #ignis sciencia #gladiolus amiticia #promptis #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #prompto x noctis #other minor characters #other minor ships

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The soundtrack of my life so far

Sweet Child Of Mine-Guns N Roses

Take on me- A-ha

Don't stop believin'- Journey

More than a feeling-Boston

Enter Sandman-Metallica

Dumb-Nirvana

Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen

I wanna know what love is- Foreigner

Dark side of the moon-Pink Floyd

Far away-Nickelback

Janie's got a gun-Aerosmith

Simple man- Shinedown

Snuff-slipknot

Voodoo- Godsmack

Fuck Authority- Pennywise

Be Tommorow- Madlife

Hey Jude-The Beatles

Hotel California-The Eagles

Satisfaction-The Rolling Stones

Stayin' Alive-The Bee Gees

Stairway to Heaven -Led Zeppelin

Free Bird- Lynyrd Skynyrd

Pour some sugar on me- Def Leppard

Money for Nothing- Dire Straits

You shook me all night long-AC/DC

War-Guess who

Wake me up when September ends-Green Day

Scars-Papa Roach

Unwell-Matchbox 20

Learn to fly-Foo Fighters

Fat lip-Sum 41

Bored to Death- Blink-182

You sexy thing-Hot chocolate

Africa-Toto

Hash pipe- Weezer

Lick it up-KISS

Shout-The Isley Brothers

Let it be me-The Everly Brothers

Can't you see-Marshall Tucker Band

Paranoid-Black Sabbath

I wanna rock-Twisted sister

Please stay-The Drifters

Yakety Yak- The Coasters

The house of the rising sun-The Animals

I'm a believer-The Monkees

Turn!Turn!Turn!-The Byrds

Zombie-The Cranberries

Rock around the clock-Bill Haley and the Comets

Maybe Baby- Buddy Holly and the Crickets

Free Fallin'- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Monday Monday-The mamas and the papas

Dust in the wind-Kansas

Never been to Spain-Three Dog night

Nights in White Satin- The Moody Blues

Accidentally in love- Counting Crows

Crying Lightning-Arctic Monkeys

People are strange-The Doors

I know it's over-The Smiths

Full time Cutie-Summertime Dropouts

Odds Are-Barenaked Ladies

Addicted-Saving Abel

Puzzle Pieces-Framing Hanley

I can see for miles-The who

Should I stay or should I go-The Clash

Don't fear the reaper-Blue Oyster Cult

Roxanne-The Police

Sugar, we're going down-Fall Out boy

Demons-Imagine Dragons

Migraine-Twenty One Pilots

I'm not okay-My chemical Romance

The Strays-Sleeping with Sirens

My Girl-The Temptations

Blue-The Birthday Massacre

Bounce-System Of A Down

The Greatest show Unearthed-Creature Feature

Bodies-Drowning Pool

I don't wanna die-Hollywood Undead

Weightless-All time Low

Animal I have become-Three Days Grace

Take it out on me-Thousand foot Krutch

Amnesia-5 Seconds of Summer

You don't know you're beautiful-One direction

Secrets-One Republic

She will be loved-Maroon 5

Animal-Neon Trees

Chasing Cars-Snow Patrol

Battle Scars-Paradise Fears

Hey there Delilah-Plain white T's

Why don't you love me-Hot Chelle Rae

Pumped up Kicks-Foster the people

Stereo Hearts-Gym class Heroes

First-Cold war Kids

Bones exposed-Of mice and men

I of the storm-Of monsters and men

Take it all back-Judah and the lion

Little lion man-Mumford and sons

Use somebody-Kings of Leon

Miserable at Best-Mayday Parade

Nice guys finish last-Cobra starship

Stutter-Marianas Trench

Shadows-Breathe Carolina

Welcome to my Life-Simple Plan

Crawl-Breaking Benjamin

Alone in a Room-Asking Alexandria

Sad song-We the kings

Voices-Motionless in white

For the likes of you-Woe is me

Forgive and Forget-Miss may I

Machines-Crown the Empire

Broken Heart-Escape the Fate

Iris-The Goo Goo Dolls

Shut me Up-Mindless self Indulgence

Immortal Love-Vampires Everywhere

Bewitched-Blood on the Dance Floor

Can you feel my heart-Bring me the Horizon

Wake me up before you go-go: Wham!

How to save a life-The Fray

Break even-The Script

Mr. Brightside-The Killers

Dead Hearts-The Stars

Born for this-The Score

Sweater Weather-The Neighborhood

Unsteady-XAmbassadors

Ho hey-The Lumineers

Say Something-A great Big World

Why-Rascal Flatts

Stay-Florida Georgia Line

If I die young-The Band Perry

Monster-Skillet

Carnivore-Starset

Broken-Seether

Faceless-Red

The scientist-Coldplay

Hated-Beartooth

Madness-Muse

We are young-fun

Pompeii-Bastille

50 ways to say goodbye-Train

Let her go-Passenger

Scream-Get scared

Good left Undone-Rise Against

Frozen-Within Temptation

Zombie-Bad wolves

Unstable-Chaotica

I don't care-Apocalyptica

Starstrukk- 3oh!3

Thank you-MKTO

I can't breathe-Dead By April

I will follow you into the dark-Death Cab For Cutie

Cute without the E-Taking back Sunday

No way Out-Bullet for my Valentine

Jekyll and Hyde-Five finger death punch

Hospitality-Funeral for a Friend

La la Lainey-Forever the sickest kids

Rescue me-Hawthorne Heights

It hurts-Angels and Airwaves

Do not Resuscitate-Icarus the Owl

Don't threaten me with a good time-Panic!at the disco

Fashionably Late-Falling In Reverse

The kill-30 seconds to Mars

Hero/Heroine-Boys like Girls

Lithium-Evanescence

Cool kids-Echosmith

still into you-Paramore

Love bites(so do I)-Halestorm

Kill everybody-Skrillex

Technologic-Daftpunk

It's my life-Bon Jovi

I, Dementia-Whitechapel

This is now-Hatebreed

I ran-A flock of seagulls

Darling-Eyes set to kill

Alive and kicking-Simple minds

Laid so low-Tears for fears

Castle of glass-Linkin Park

Behind blue eyes-Limp bizkit

with or without you-U2

Hostage-Chelsea Grin

The Anthem-Good Charlotte

Do better-Say anything

Bite to break skin-Senses Fail

Alive-P.O.D.

Snow Cats-AFI

Cheatercheaterbestfriendeater-Nevershoutnever

The taste of ink-The Used

Outside-Staind

Headstrong-Trapt

Door to Door Cannibals-Chevelle

Wolf-First Aid kit

Monster-Meg and Dia

All Star-Smash Mouth

The Middle-Jimmy Eat World

Blurry-Puddle of Mudd

Stacy's mom-Fountains of Wayne

The bitch song-Bowling for Soup

Flavor of the weak-American Hi-fi

The Sky Under The Sea- Pierce the Veil

In the end-Black veil brides

I'm already gone-A day to remember

Fuck away the pain-Divide the day

Bruises and bite marks-Good with Grenades

Shake it-Metro Station

Feel good Inc.-Gorillaz

Just a girl-No doubt

Heroes-The Wallflowers

Intergalactic-Beastie boys

Get down-Backstreet boys

Psycho killer-Talking Heads

Butterfly-Screaming Trees

Useless-Panic Era

Juicebox-The strokes

creep-Radiohead

Wake up-Rage against the machine

Can't stop-Red hot chili peppers

Nutshell-Alice in chains

Loser- 3 doors down

Hurt- Nine Inch nails

End of the world as we know it-REM

Arms wide open-Creed

Sorry-Buckcherry

Halfway Gone-Lifehouse

Ocean Avenue-Yellowcard

Bug Bytes-Alien Ant Farm

Adorable-Artist Vs. Poet

Survivor-Destiny's child

Hey ya-OutKast

Angel with a shotgun-The cab

You're gonna go far, kid-The offspring

Too many words-sick puppies

Kickstart my heart-Motley crue

Wide awake-Audioslave

Love hurts-Incubus

Prison sex-Tool

Take me-Korn

Don't go away-Oasis

Bartender-Rehab

Paralyzer-Finger 11

Inhale-Stone sour

Bloodclot- Rancid

Click click Boom-Saliva

Just because-Jane's Addiction

Sick Fiction-Jamie's Elsewhere

Bruised-Jack's Mannequin

Down-Stone Temple Pilots

We exist- Arcade Fire

Feathers-A perfect Circle

Trailer Trash-Modest Mouse

The Lovecats-The cure

Amber-311

Dear God-Avenged sevenfold

We're going to be friends-7 nation army

Hold me down-Motion city soundtrack

Steady as she goes-The raconteurs

Bad Decisions-2 Door cinema Club

Zero-yeah yeah yeahs

Lips Of An Angel-Hinder

In my head-Queens of the Stone Age

welcome home-coheed and cambria

Limelight-Rush

That's all-Genesis

Stormy clouds-The verve

Pom poms-Jonas brothers

Muzzle-Smashing Pumpkins

Holiday-Vampire weekend

Out of time-Blur

Toy Box-Insane clown posse

Dead skin mask-Slayer

Tornado of souls-Megadeth

To bid you farewell-Opeth

God of Emptiness-Morbid Angel

Little secrets-Passion pit

You enjoy myself-Phish

Mutilated lips-Ween

Sick of you-cake

Doll parts-Hole

White room-Cream

Trouble-Cage the Elephant

Eventually-Tame Impala

I've given up on you-Real Friends

Wonder-Honey water

Cherry-Moose Blood

Communist daughter-Neutral milk hotel

I am a nightmare-Brand new

Howlin' for you-The black keys

Meadowlarks-fleet foxes

Spiders-Wilco

Shut up and dance-Walk the Moon

Face down-red jumpsuit apparatus

Chainsaw-Family Force 5

Knife party-The Deftones

No hope-The vaccines

Get out-CHVRCHES

Colors bleed-Pop evil

Make me wanna die-The pretty reckless

I'll be ok-Nothing More

Legs-ZZ Top

Big Bad wolf-In this moment

Lights out-Royal blood

Sex-The 1975

God's not dead-The Newsboys

Don't stop-Fleetwood mac

Lie to me-Depeche Mode

You're the one-Greta van fleet

broken-lovelytheband

Please come in-Black stone Cherry

Daddy-Badflower

Are you bored yet-Wallows

Picture this-Blondie

Hallowed be thy name-Iron maiden

Rock you like a hurricane-Scorpions

Killed by death-Motorhead

Walk-Pantera

Every rose has its thorn-Poison

I wanna be sedated-The ramones

Bye bye beautiful-Nightwish

Liar- Sex pistols

Infectious- Imminence

Signs-Captives

[thunclerpuff]

the warehouse club

I do not know what this is. Yes, it started as a Sleepover Club AU. Yes, don’t expect it to be anything but shameless teenage fluff. The boys are all around 16 or 17, I don’t know I don’t care. This is set in the fictional city of Crescent Bay, in Australia, and I dared to put in exactly one (1) aussie slang word and I’ve probably used it wrong. It’s not betaed, it’s barely edited, and I’m not a native speaker. Still. It’s 6k of teenage fluff.

(underage teenage drinking and a little of slut-shaming terminology but nobody is really getting judged, it’s just Loki being a jealous bitch. also for some reason Loki is Frigga and Odin’s son and Thor is not and he goes grocery shopping alone. the original plan was to him to live with legal guardian Heimdall but? no word is spoken about it in the text. he’s probably just a con-man). .

It was casual Friday at school, which meant no uniform, which meant most of the kids took the opportunity to show off and try to get laid. Loki was above all that.

He slipped in the first outfit he put his hands over, a pair of cut off jeans and an emerald green shirt casually folded at the end of his bed. That he had felt like putting up a little fashion show the night before and didn’t put his clothes away, it was only a lucky coincidence. He screamed to his mom he was heading out, put a earbud in, and walked down the beach to gather his subjects.

He met Volstagg in front of Fandral's house, rang the bell, rounded the corner to get Sif, then got back to Fandral just as he got out of the door. “How do I look?” he asked- they all ignored him, turned on their heels and went back the way they had come.

It was, all in all, a wonderful morning: the sea breeze was fresh and crunchy, hungry seagulls where causing havoc at the kiosk, and Loki's messy bun was almost perfectly concealing the fact he hadn't took a proper shower in four days. A volleyball flew right over in Fandral's face, even, leaving him butt deep in the sand.

They were still all laughing, Fandral pouting and refusing to jump back on his feet, when a thundering voice interrupted them. Loki turned to the beach volley field, wind blowing in his face and the sun in his eyes, just to see a rather large black silhouette against the blue sky. Thor Borson. Of course.

His stomach did a somersault.

“Sorry, mate, Nebula has a mean smash. Are you hurt?”

Revolting.

Loki watched as Thor hoisted Fandral up, somehow smashing him against his unnecessarily naked chest.

He watched in disgust as Thor giggled like not even a twelve year old reading too many maganizes about having power over boys would. He took three steps back, turned to Sif, said something Loki really didn't pay attention to, sweat trailing down his throat, and just like that he run away, once again a black cut out in the sun.

“Ridiculous.” Loki suggested, and suddenly everyone was watching him.

“What?” he asked, utterly unimpressed. “Flirting like that with Fandral? A slut for the attention.”

They all shared a quick look deciding on who got the first round dissing Loki, and Loki braced himself with disinterest.

“He was being nice.” Volstagg laughed.

“It's kind of sad you think being nice is flirting.” Fandral added.

“Well, wanting to get into his pants is probably the only way someone would force themselves to be nice to Loki.” Sif rounded up.

“Hey.” Loki softly protested against his will. Sif slammed a hand on his back.

“Besides, Fandral will take just about anything regardless from motivation.”

Fandral didn't even try to defend his dignity. He simply sighed and glanced at the field, where Thor was putting on the horrid school shirt.

“What can one say? He's charming.”

“And strong, the muscles aren't for show. He gave Rogers a run for his money. The other day-”

Loki rolled his eyes and started walking on the beach again.

Incredible how some muscles and an arguably pretty face could turn everyone to mush.

.

“One-” Sif mused from atop the table. Loki knew something was coming, and he would not react to it. “Could argue you're jealous.”

“Jealous?” Loki very elegantly squeaked. “I'm not jealous. I'm the opposite of jealous.”

“What's the opposite of jealous?” Fandral asked, his body twisted on the bench to try and ogle the small basketball field.

Thor was playing. He was truly terrible at it. At least he seemed to be having fun.

“I don't know.” Sif answered. “Let's ask.”

Loki didn't have the time to blink.

“Hey Thor!” she shouted, and he turned just to get the ball smashed on his head.

He recovered quickly. He moved his ridiculous and out of style hair out of the way and smiled at Sif.

Show off. Pretentious. Over-aware of his so-called good looks.

Loki was so preoccupied insulting him in his mind he almost forgot Sif was going to ruin them all.

“What's the opposite of jealous?” she shouted.

Loki stood perfectly still as he contemplated murder.

Thor seemed to think about it for a second.

“Indifferent?” he asked, before Valkyrie threw him the ball once more and he caught it midair with only one hand.

Giant hands. Too long fingers. Overabundance of rings to, once again, peacock his way around.

“Well, this does seal the deal.” Volstagg laughed behind his third club sandwich. “Since you're the opposite of indifferent.”

Sif and Fandral laughed too and Loki wondered, as he did at least fourteen times a day, why he insisted hanging out with such bullies.

.

He was not jealous of Thor.

He simply refused to worship him like the entire school had started doing two days after he had showed up, obscenely tanned for someone coming straight out of the British inland. Loki bet he had gone tanning just to blend in. He would have bet money on a fake Australian accent too, if he thought Thor capable of such intellectual finesse. That, and Sif had disclosed the fact he was apparently a born and raised Aussie coming back home after three years among the poms.

Loki had avoided another rampage over the word pom, as he felt personally victimized by it and he had just managed to make them all forget it got on his British nerves.

Still, there was nothing objectively wrong with Thor. He was passably good looking if you had the hots for the hunk-on-steroid type, had a full beard at sixteen that he kept as a little bit more than a stubble, sometimes wore square glasses that made him look like he was trying really hard and Loki was reasonably sure were fake, and went to school in his uniform even during casual Fridays.

He also cheated on tests regularly. Point in case.

“Utterly unimaginative.” Malekit said, dropping Loki's essay on his desk like he was slapping him across the face. “You'd be better off sticking to numbers, mister Odinson.”

Well, Loki would have. If they would just let him ignore the whole literature class, which was mostly made of completely subjective interpretations of bad and outdated books, he would have been out of there ages ago.

He didn't say so just because Sif hit him on his shin.

He didn't loudly protest to that abuse because Malekit had just handed Thor's essay back to him, and Loki was outraged.

“Decent job, mister Borson.”

Thor beamed, and now Loki knew he must have been shit at blowjobs too, because there was no way he had got a decent out of Malekit if not by blowing him, and yet he had not even earned a good, so he must have done a barely sufficient job.

He told so to his friends during lunch break.

“How are you so familiar with Malekit blowjobs grading system?” Volstagg asked.

“I do recall him getting a passable, once.” Sif smirked.

“You're all going to hell.” Loki shut his locker close and jumped when he found Thor on the other side of it.

“What?” he asked.

“Need to ask your friends if they're down for a volley match in the evening.” stupid smile and stupid glasses on.

“Sure.” Sif answered.

“I'm a little rusty, but I'm in.” Fandral betrayed him.

“Kidding? Always down for some beach volley.” Volstagg flat out stabbed him.

“Want to be our referee?” Thor asked to him once again, and before Loki could answer, the three backstabbers murdered him in a choir of nos, sacrificing their decency and elegance too.

He rose his eyebrows at all of them. Savages. Monkeys. Spoilers of fun.

“No.” Sif said categorically. “He's not getting anywhere near a position of power in which he has to tell right from wrong and can go unquestioned. That's all he shouldn't be doing in life.”

Thor seemed confused, but he smiled again, and Loki told himself to remember to check if steroids had any effect over the activity rate of facial muscles.

“Well, come to watch?”

“I could play.” he told, and Volstagg laughed. “What? I'm an excellent setter.”

“For the first ten minutes, before you remember you're a lazy twink and just stand there doing nothing.”

“Fandral is a lazy twink too.”

“A functioning one.” Fandral flat out winked at him.

“He can come and hand over powerade.” Sif shrugged.

“Beg your pardon?” Loki asked.

She surely wasn't thinking he would do that.

“Great. See you at five on the beach?” Thor asked, looking straight at Loki.

Show. Off.

Too bad it wasn't going to happen, never in a million years.

.

Loki took a sip of powerade as Sif smashed the ball over the net with the kind of loud sound Loki would imagine a jet breaking the sound barrier would produce.

Unluckily for her, Thor seemed a natural at receiving.

His forearms had gradually became so red he looked sunburned. Not that Loki was looking at his arms, but it was difficult to avoid a spare glance when they were proving to be the star player of the game.

Not that Volstagg was slacking off on the other side of the net, and Fandral was perpetually rolling in the sand catching any stray ball.

It was taking forever for either team to score a point. Thor, Valkyrie and Nebula were ahead for the time being, but it was a two points margin.

Would have Loki been the referee he would have made the game more spicy, but alas they were all too worried over his superior volley knowledge. He was the son of a twice Olympic beach-volleyball player after all. He had made his mother proud before he decided he was more apt to live the theater life.

Not that the only notion of a three on three beach volley match didn't still destroy his soul. At this point he was almost considering getting a heat stroke on purpose, just to avoid looking at the bastardization of a noble sport.

Nebula scored the last point ages later, and finally Loki had something to do, namely refusing to give out bottles at whoever walked up to him.

“You could get your ass up, you know?” Sif nudged his shoulder with her feet.

“Why reward you with such a view when you're playing like shit.”

A bottle flew over his head and he looked up to see Valkyrie squaring her shoulder, doing that thing with her head and neck that made her look like a cobra ready to strike.

“You're playing like you want to kill someone. There's no grace or purpose. No technique.” he explained, matter of fact.

“Than get up and show us your technique.” Nebula growled.

Well, he had not considered being challenged.

He truly had no will to move his ass, or get sweaty.

“I only play by Olympic rules.”

“Than so be it.” Valkyrie settled. “Me and Nebula versus you and whoever you choose.”

Loki opened his mouth to find another excuse, but Thor jogged to them wiping his forehead with his tank top.

“You set, I spike?” Thor asked, crouching to get the powerade bottle out of Loki's hands.

Loki watched as he drank, the sun filtering trough the bottle in pretty blues and pinks.

“One set to 17.” Loki resolved, standing up and doing his hair up. What a waste of good beach waves. “If you suck, I dump you and Sif takes over.”

“And if you're the one who sucks?”

Loki was not impressed. He didn't take his eyes away from him as he settled in the field.

Nebula had the ball in hand and decided that was enough to decide who was on service first, and Loki was about to protest, but Thor run over to him and moved him away from his spot.

“The ladies start, I have to receive.” he smiled.

“Uh.” Loki answered, blinking.

When Thor flawlessly received the serve, Loki was not ready. He managed to decently set the ball nonetheless. Thor titled his head at him after spiking, and Loki ignored him and focused on the ball.

His second set was flawless, and Thor hit the ball just right. Nebula growled when she fell over, butt in the sand, but Valkyrie had already run to get it, and suddenly the ball was back to them and Loki decided it was to be a two-time attack, and Thor's spike was again a work of violent graceful art, and yet, yet, they didn't score.

He should have made it one set to 7.

The girls scored first, Loki still had to understand how.

He shared a look with Thor as he got up from the sand, wiping at his mouth with his hand, and Loki felt Thor's bloodthirsty smirk between his gut and lower regions.

They scored next.

.

Loki was exhausted. They had won 27 to 25. He couldn't feel his bones, and he might have just found the way to get himself a heatstroke.

Fandral gave him a high five and rather embarrassingly Loki's balance got lost somewhere and soon enough his back was plastered to Thor's sweaty tank top and it was utterly disgusting.

Thor put a hand on his neck and Loki leaned in just a bit.

“Your pulse is racing. Are you thirsty?” Thor asked in that husky voice of his, and Loki mumbled something back before a faint cramp got the best of his left leg.

“Okay, you need to cool down. Is there somewhere close by we can go? It's probably heat exhaustion.”

They all looked at each other very quickly, and then at Loki.

Loki shook his head.

“There's the warehouse, three minutes from here.”

Traitors.

“Great. Can you walk? You can lean on me.”

Loki looked up.

“I know how to deal with heath exhaustion.”

“And I'm very happy about it. Can you walk?”

Loki squinted at him.

“I really don't like you.”

“Well, I like you.” Oh. “And I'd like you not to die because I had you playing beach volley. You were outstanding, anyway.”

Thor took his absolute lack of attempts of getting away from his body as a confirmation he needed help, and moved to get Loki's arm over his neck, and kept him close with a hand curling around his ribs.

“I know. You weren't half bad either.”

“Half bad? He's magnificent. Mate, you should consider going professional.”

Loki closed his eyes and stopped listening. He was either doing that or walking. Not that Thor couldn't apparently carry his weight like he was a twelve year old girl.

He was vaguely aware of goodbyes with Nebula and Valkyrie and of a cold bottle put in his hand, and of holding it up to his forehead, and of walking the familiar steps to the warehouse.

He wondered if the heat exhaustion was turning into a flat out heat stroke when wind hit them the right way and Thor's scent got sharper, and he thought he smelled good, all beachy and sweaty and male. He smelled stormy, somehow.

.

Loki couldn't believe they actually had brought Thor to the warehouse.

Or that they had let him stay after he had dropped Loki on one of the beach loungers they had decorated their hideout with.

Or that they had offered him a beer and let him sit on the swing (Loki was somewhat amazed the swingset seemed to fit him and hold him up as he rolled backn and forth on the heels of his feet).

The warehouse was sacred. It had once been the sewing laboratory of Fandral's parents before they moved to a bigger business, and it had gone forgotten until Loki had found out such a thing existed. They had cleaned it, redecorated it, installed air ventilation, dropped colorful fans everywhere, put potted plants all around, and annoyed all the Crescent Bay residents to exhaustion to collect pieces of mismatched old furniture.

It had turned out beautifully. And now Thor was spoiling it with his alien presence.

Loki glared at him, a lukewarm wet towel on his forehead and another on his chest, under his armpits. Thor smiled at him when he turned away from Sif to get his beer off the ground.

He stood up and brought the beer to Loki after taking a sip.

Loki sat up, discarding the towels and crossing his legs. He had not meant to do it to make room for Thor, but that was his interpretation, for he sat down where Loki's leg had been. And where they still belonged.

He stretched his legs over Thor's lap and got the beer from his hand. Thor's cool hand was soon just over Loki's knee, just casually sitting there, and Loki ignored it.

He ignored it too when Thor started brushing his thumb over his cooling down but still heated skin.

“What's the fear lotto?” he asked, probably as a part of the conversation they were having and that  had not pierced Loki's brain.

“Nothing.” he said, as Fandral answered. “We each write down something we're afraid to do this week, or just really don't want to do, but we really should do, and the last one picked, we do together.”

Loki almost threw him the bottle, but he wasn't a savage. He threw him a towel.

Sif intercepted it and threw it back.

“If you think it's lame, you can say it. We all think it is.” she added to Thor, and he smiled, getting the beer back from Loki's fingers.

“No, I think it's sweet.”

“Yeah, same thing.” Sif said.

“We've been doing it since we were twelve.” Volstagg explained. “It usually ends up in nothing productive done and much more mischief that what was originally planned.”

“Go figure.” Thor said, tilting the bottle toward Loki. “Are you all childhood friends?” he asked before Loki could defend his honor.

“All but the British weasel.” Sif. “He just turned up one day and started bossing us around.”

“Well, you did look like you were in desperate need of leadership.”

Thor laughed, a low chuckle that was all chest and male, and Loki almost smiled back under the insults coming from his friends.

He could use it, someone to share a little bubble with after his friends refused to recognize his genius.

Someone. Not Thor, of course.

Thor was still looking and Loki needed to escape it but he couldn't without getting up and he was still feeling a little bit dizzy. Oh, well, he supposed there was one way to get away.

“Let Thor play instead of me. I'm off to sleep.” he announced in a flourish before scooting over until his head fit on the sloucher, his tights over Thor's.

He fell asleep just as Sif passed a piece of paper in Thor's hand and they chuckled about something.

Thor had a nice laugh.

.

“I saw Fandral at the market today.”

Loki answered something but it was muffled by the popsicle in his mouth. What, he really didn't know either. He took an overly sharp turn down Yoshi's waterfalls and paused the game boy not to suffocate around the ice and have it all melting down his hand.

“He was with a new guy? Thor? Such a nice boy, you haven't mentioned him.”

“Yes, I did.” he said, licking at the stick and then his fingers and okay, maybe playing Mario Kart as he ate a popsicle hadn't been one of his best ideas. “The floozy who cheats at tests? That's him.”

Frigga stopped pulling cereal boxes out of the grocery bags and stared straight at him.

“I thought you said he was average looking yet everyone slobbed over him because he was, quoting, an absolute slut.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, I might not have enough information to dispute the slut part, but surely I need to call your optometrist if you think the guy is average looking.”

“Mom, ew.”

“Just being objective, he would made an excellent trophy son. He has great hair.” Loki glared. “Besides, Fandral seem to really like him, shouldn't you be a littler nicer to him?”

“Because?” he asked, getting up from the couch. “It's not like they're dating or anything.”

Not that it would have mattered. If anything, Loki would have been more justified in finding his every fault: it was a friend's duty.

He put the popsicle in his mouth again and rummaged trough the bags to find the chocolate covered caramel waffles.

He noticed then his mother hadn't answered.

“What?” he asked, slowly, popsicle in hand and waffles in the other. “They are not.”

“Sure. I mean, I only saw them once, I must have got the wrong impression.”

“You must.” he said, biting into the last bit of melted ice.

He left the stick on the table and went back to his DS. He had a race to win.

.

Fandral and Thor were not dating.

First of all, Thor was obviously straight and playing the guy up for laughter and self-importance. Loki was insulted somebody would think him genuinely attracted to a guy.

Second of all, Fandral was incapable of keeping his mouth shut, and if they were a thing the whole town would know.

Third of all, they simply were not, because Loki said so.

Still, he had to be sure, and to be sure he needed to ask.

“So, coming with me to the raise-founding dance?” he asked Fandral at his locker.

“Can't. Bringing Thor. We're going with Val and Nebula-”

Loki blocked him out. He didn't want to hear a word about their stupid double date or whatever it was, and really he was shocked Fandral had not told him he wasn't up to friendly handjobs in the dark anymore and had simply went off and ditched him and started dating Thor Borson.

.

Loki needed to save Fandral from this disaster in the making.

He munched on his salad, watching Steve Rogers helping Thor throwing a three pointer.

Thor was so obviously fucking with him too. The flirting was borderline disgusting. Thor was borderline disgusting, leading on well meaning bi boys that way.

And even if he really was interested in boys, it still didn't change the fact he was such a slut and poor little Fandral was set to have his heart destroyed.

It was all in the way Thor walked, all hips forward and shoulders back. And the way he touched people's backs all the time, just between their shoulder blades. And Loki didn't even want to start with his lips.

“Will you stop?” Sif asked from his left.

“Stop what?” Loki asked.

“Daydreaming about graphic porn starring Thor and your sorry self. At least be discreet about it.”

Loki was so offended he stopped chewing.

“Beg your pardon?” he asked, voice a little cracked, around the remains of lettuce in his mouth.

Sif glared at him with disappointment hidden in her eyes, and Loki coul only blink.

.

Suddenly it was casual Friday again, and Thor actually put on casual clothes.

A stupid inappropriate tank top with sleeves cut down to his lower ribs that were one nip-slip away from indecency. Some ridicolous mid thight black shorts covered in big flowers in muted colors. Fucking boat shoes. The hipster glasses.

He looked like he was begging for someone to drag him in a closet and manhandle him and no. This was Sif masterful plan at work: infiltrating horrible pictures in his head such as Thor naked under him just to test his hornyness and challenge him. Just to see how low could he stoop once again. To see if he had grown after the horrible Bucky Barnes debacle.

In Loki's defence, Barnes had took very little convincing to blow him, and it wasn't like Fandral was going to do anything with his silent crush anyway.

Still, he had promised he wouldn't do it again, and he trusted Sif to send him to intense care if he attempted that again.

Loki had to bleach the cursed image(s) from his head and return to his state of vague dislike for Thor Borson, and back to his plan to save Fandral the heartache.

Even if.

Wait a second.

Loki dropped his pen on the desk and it resonated in the busy silence of the text-taking class.

Malekit looked at him with a look that said I'm grading you down for this, but Loki didn't care, for he had a vision. And for his literature grades were shit anyway and there was no point in trying to save them from drowning when the best they could ever do was floating like sad little sea buoys.

It was easy, really.

Seduce Thor so subtly nobody would know he was doing it, and then go cry to Fandral that Thor had made his move on him like the slut he was, and that Fandral really deserved better.

It was genius.

Not even Sif could beat him up for making out with Thor, if Thor was the offender, and Loki was not opposed to Sif beating people up if those people were not him.

He doodled another suicidal stickmen on the side of his paper, this one strangling himself with a flower crown. He now had a plan.

.

“Oh.” he mouthed, his mouth a perfect o, when he spotted Thor down the aisle of the supermarket. “Thor. What a coincidence.”

Or not, since he knew from his mother that Thor went grocery shopping at the same time she did.

Thor was once again wearing his hideous flower shorts. No glasses.

Loki was almost disappointed.

“Loki? Is you mother okay?” Thor asked, and Loki blinked.

“Sorry?”

“I always meet your mother around here and since you're here instead of her-”

“Oh, that. No, she's fine, I just wanted to help out. Besides-” he got closer to Thor, who was luckily close to the candy aisle, and reached from something on the shelf. “If I come, I can get treats.” he smiled, looking up at Thor and breathing his glorious stormy scent. It was missing some sweat to be perfect, but- no.

He refused to breath in.

“I didn't know you liked aniseed.” Thor commented, and Loki looked at the package he had in his hand.

He considered getting along with what his carelessness and given him, but what better occasion for planting doubts in Thor's head if not correcting himself? Letting him see how affected Loki was and how ready to be taken if he simply- he dropped the aniseed lollies and got the lime ones, still not his favorites but at least a step up.

“My bad.” he smiled, not inching back.

Thor didn't either.

In fact, he looked at him intently.

Slut.

Loki smiled, and Thor smiled back.

This was going to be so easy.

“Sorry boys, could I-” Loki glared at the old lady strolling down the aisle pointing at the lollies behind them.

“Wait for you turn.” he muttered under his breath as Thor laughed and dragged Loki away from his elbow.

That stupid hands. Large and gentle and cool even if Thor's palms were sweating. The metal of his cheap rings was freeze burning Loki's skin, perpetually on the verge of a sunburn. Loki needed them off of him now.

“Are you in a rush?” Thor asked, still holding him too close.

“It depends. What are you offering me?” Loki asked, buying time. Half of his brain was telling him he was forgetting something he was supposed to do.

“To get to the cash and then go to the bonfire Nebula and her sister are planning. I'm supposed to help with the preparation.”

Oh. The bonfire.

“Oh. The bonfire.”

“Yeah. You were invited?”

“Don't sound so surprised. And yes, it's a homecoming thing graduated students do. Hogunn is coming. Actually, I'm afraid I was supposed to be at the warehouse-” he held up his own arm to maneuver it and spy on Thor's watch. “Five minutes ago.”

“Oh.” Thor said, so small and low Loki's eyes snapped back on him.

“I'll catch you at the bonfire?” Loki asked, and Thor's mouth quirked up a little.

“Sure.”

He reached up to put a stray strand of hair behind Loki's ear.

Loki's stomach dropped low. Too low.

Thor's eyes was the kind of blue Loki liked in the sky- clear and susceptible to weather changes.

They seemed to be cloudy. Like he was thinking really hard at something he didn't know if he should or could do.

The damn eyes dropped to Loki's lips.

Oh.

Plan aborted.

Too risky.

Must avoid human contact with Thor Borson.

Hypocrisy would not carry him far enough this time, not when the crush he had been ignoring so well he wasn't aware he had, was now apparently getting out of hand. And really, really, it was actually Fandral who stole Thor from him because even if he was too dense to catch on his own awe for more-than-average looking Thor and his stupid glasses and boat shoes, his friends weren't. They were supposed to know better.

Now that he thought about it, they all did catch on, and repeatedly teased him about it, including Fandral, so it was reasonable to conclude Fandral had simply decided to ignore Loki's feelings and score regardless, thus concluding Fandral was a terrible person and deserved to be cheated on.

Not in any way that involved Loki, thought. He was still pretty convinced Thor was a slut, a flirt at minimum, and he would not be running toward that when he laughed at Thor's stupid jokes in class and got lost gazing in his eyes and he apparently thought of cuddling with him after slow crazy hot sex between Loki's kitsch but very silky galaxy sheets.

He realized how hard he was staring at Thor's lips only when said lips pressed against his in the middle of the supermarket aisle and suddenly he was tasting the storm and Thor's hand was on his neck, his rings digging into Loki's soft skin.

Loki moaned and stepped closer, his tongue pushing at Thor's lips just as Thor was stepping back.

“Sif is going to kill me.” were Loki first, unplanned words.

“For being late?” Thor chuckled and pressed a butterfly kiss on Loki's lips. “Isn't that a tiny bit drastic?”

“No, not for that. I mean, for that too, but. It's more for the making out with Fandral's crush thing, act two. Or three, if you count Darcy, but she got me high before making out and I'm not really interested in girls.”

Thor didn't seem bothered by the rambling uttered between soft kisses.

“Fandral doesn't have a crush on me.”

“Aren't the two of you-” Loki licked at the corner of Thor's mouth.“Hanging out?”

“No.”

Ah, here he was, showing his casual sluttiness.

“But does Fandral know?” Loki asked, knowingly.

“Pretty sure.”

Loki squinted and squeezed on Thor's bicep just because he could.

“But you're going to the dance together.”

Something flickered in Thor's eyes.

“Ah, yes. Nebula and Val are going together and I didn't want to be the third wheel.”

“But.” Loki said, but he got caught off by another chaste kiss, long and sweet and one that would have been absolutely perfect if only Loki wasn't getting half-hard in his pants and had no more mental dams in place to keep his visions of Thor and sheets and nakedness under control.

“Okay.” he said. “I need to go.”

“Me too.”

They kissed some more.

“See you tonight?” Thor asked.

“If you bring your glasses you'll probably see me alright.” he joked.

Thor frowned a little, puffy mouth quirked up at the corners.

“I have lenses on. I'll see you either way.”

“Yeah, I know. I was just saying.”

“I'll put them on if you like them.”

Thor kissed the tip of his nose.

“I don't. They're hideous. The beard, the hair, the glasses? Too much.” he said, sincerely.

“Ah-ah.” Thor mocked him, and cupped his face with both hands and kissed him and Loki forced Thor's mouth open because he really, really couldn't help himself.

He was a man of vice.

“See you tonight.” Thor husked on his lips like he was telling it himself.

“See you tonight.”

Loki bit Thor's lower lip for good measure.

Thor had to stop him with a flat palm on his chest from jumping on him.

At least Thor laughed, and even if he was laughing at him, it was a good look.

.

Thor had put his glasses on. The little shit.

Loki wanted to take everything off of him but those.

He had no idea how he didn't jump him as soon as he spotted him talking with Jane Foster and Darcy near the bonfire. Apparently, he had more self-control he gave himself credit for.

Look at him, the floozy, he thought to himself. Flexing every five seconds for no discernible reason, pointing at stars in the sky, touching everyone's back, scrunching his nose as he chuckled.

And they all had no idea. Absolutely no idea he was making out in a supermarket with Loki just a few hours before.

Knowledge made him feel powerful.

“You're lucky he's so nice.” Volstagg said. “Looking at a boy like that will get you in troubles one day.”

Just as he said it, Thor turned and saw Loki, and Loki cursed Hogunn with all he had because really? He needed to come back to visit the one day Loki could get some?

“I'll correct myself. You're lucky he wants you in a horizontal position too. The rest holds true.”

Loki elbowed him and then snitched his beer from his hands, before walking up to Thor. He met him halfway.

“Hey.” he flirted, sipping at his beer, with a careful mix of I slept with you and you want it to happen again and I'm never going to sleep with you but you want to. Not that he wanted Thor to pick up either of those sentiments, but Thor seemed more intent at watching his mouth around the bottle than not his eyes or the tilt of his head.

He wanted everyone else to pick up, and to let them all go crazy doubting.

“Hey.” Thor said, and just as Loki let the bottle go with a pop, he took Loki's head in his hand and bent his neck down to kiss him.

Oh.

Well, let them all go crazy knowing Thor was off the market.

Because he was.

Probably.

Because he wanted to be. Or he wouldn't have ruined his game in front of half the school.

It made sense.

Maybe.

“What are you thinking about?” Thor laughed on his lips, and Loki curled his fingers at the small of Thor's back, raising his shirt to slip his pinkie under it and get a taste of the soft, strong fabric of Thor's back.

Thor's fuzzy short hair stood up at the touch and Loki opened his mouth with little to no decency.

Thor chuckled again and put a stop to a potentially destructive situation by inching a breath away.

Loki sneaked his whole hand under Thor's shirt and pawed at Thor's back, feeling muscles and  softness and dimples.

“I think we're being disgusting.” Thor told him, a last small kiss at the corner of Loki's lips.

Loki meowed in protest, but he let Thor wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He slipped his hand in the back pocket of that hideous pair of shorts.

“I knew faking a dubious relationship with Fandral would have worked, but I didn't think it would have took so little time.” Volstagg boomed from one the logs around the bonfire.

Fandral, sitting next to him, smiled. “He must be really smitten.”

“Look at him, he's smiling. It's creepy.” Sif ordered from her spot on the sand.

“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked, surely not smiling anymore.

He looked up to look at Thor, who had apparently not stopped looking at him.

“Remember when I took your place in the fear lotto?”

“Yeah, but-”

“I might have mentioned I needed to win someone over.”

Loki blinked.

Than blinked again.

Fandral going grocery shopping suddenly sounded like a clear clue something was going on.

Not to mention Nebula and Valkyrie going together when Nebula was dating that weird kid with wide eyes that went around touching everyone.

And he had mentioned a couple of times how annoying it was Thor wore his uniform even on casual Fridays.

“You set me up?” he asked. “I'm impressed.”

“Yeah, well, I did wing it in the end.” Thor laughed. “We had estimated it would have took until the ball for you to show your cards.”

“You could have just asked me to the ball.”

“Would have you said yes? Just like that?” Thor questioned, his face scrunching, and Loki clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Well. I've been- not indifferent.”

“The last time someone asked you out it was Quill.”

Oh, yeah. Quill.

Loki had been a bit not indifferent back then too, and Quill had picked something up and asked him out, and if he remembered correctly, Loki had toyed with him, rolling in his new found powers until he had got bored and said something very mean and very unnecessary.

Point taken.

Still, the Quill situation was not even close to Thor.

Mostly because this was Thor, and he smelled good, and he kissed Loki like it was the only thing in the world that mattered, and made corny jokes about stars and pulled off floral shorts, slutty tank tops and boat shoes.

And probably did not blow Malekit to get a decent grade. He did seem like he would at least be worth an above average.

He would have to investigate the matter.

“Still. I like the clandestine approach.”

“Even if I ruined it and made out with you in a supermarket?”

“Especially since you ruined it and made out with me in a supermarket. Don't go stealing my thunder in causing mischief, sir. I could become vicious.”

Thor laughed fondly and kissed him again, and Loki melted into it, and really, being a jealous bitch had payed off in the end.

“I wonder-” Hogun deep voice got to his hears as Loki nuzzled against Thor's soft jaw under the light sting of his beard. “why do I still hang out with you kids when I visit.”

#thorki #thorki fic #i really have no excuse for this #it's shameless self-indulget nonsense #*