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luveline · 3 months

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hi honey!! i have a request of sad spencer comforted by bombshell reader. maybe hes the one on the brink of tears and really shes just there for him please

thanks for your request!!! fem, 1k

Spencer Reid can't stop frowning.

“You know what I've been reading lately?” you ask him.

“Cosmopolitan?”

“That's just sexist.”

Spencer points at the copy of Cosmopolitan hidden between papers and an open book where it lies on the desk in front of you, a smile interrupting his frown momentarily. “Sorry,” he says.

“Oh, don't be sorry.” You squint at him ever so slightly as you cross one leg over the other and sink back into your borrowed seat. “That's on me. But, you know… this isn't my desk. That could be anybody's magazine.”

He laughs politely and turns back to his work.

“You don't wanna know what I'm actually reading?” you ask.

He stares at his keyboard. “Mm.”

He's not listening. That's alright. You don't really want to tell him about what you've been reading; it's just a book.

You slide your chair closer to his and peek at the computer. He's on a page for American Airlines, flights to Las Vegas, but he hasn't clicked anything. Spencer grew up in Las Vegas, and his mom still lives there alone in a sanitorium for the mentally ill. She can get really sick at a moment's notice. You know he’s been thinking about that more lately.

“Is everything okay, Spencer?” you ask quietly.

You incline your head to his. He looks up, at first surprised by your attention, and then abashed. “Yeah.”

“You don't seem yourself,” you say, putting your hand on his arm. You feel up to the crook of his elbow, waiting for him to shrug you off. He doesn't move. You stroke his skin with your thumb. “You can talk to me, you know? I hope you know that, anyways.”

“Yeah, I know, it's…” His voice wobbles. You lean in closer. “It's nothing.”

The first time you saw Spencer cry, he was in a hospital room being weaned off of a terrible thing, and it was sudden but expected all the same. He was suffering, recovering but in pain, and you would've cried if the roles were reversed. That was a long time ago. Seeing him upset doesn't get easier.

“Spencer,” you murmur, “What's wrong? You look like you could burst into tears. Do you need me to get you a glass of water?”

He shakes his head. You stay right there by his side waiting for the inevitable, the tears gathering in his eyes that he blinks away, and his painful swallowing. You have two hands —the one that isn't squeezing his arm jumps to his back to hold his stiff shoulder.

“Do you want me to get Morgan?” you ask, unsure.

It's a busy office, and you and Spencer sit on the outskirts closest to the offices upstairs and furthest from the hubbub. Nobody notices your closeness. You speak too quietly to be overheard.

“Spencer,” you implore.

He ducks his head, putting his hand to his brow.

“I'm okay,” he says, his voice stronger now, “it's just my mom doesn't sound right in her letters lately, and I'm tired, and I wasn't expecting you to ask me.”

“No?” you ask, giving his arm another tender rub. “Sorry if I'm upsetting you, Spencer. I was worried. You don't have to talk about it.” He winces. “But if you do want to, I'm right here.”

He needs a hug, you decide (unsurely). You stand and he immediately lifts his head with worry in his eyes, but you're not going anywhere, the opposite. You cover up his head and shoulders as your chin rests gently atop his soft hair, a gravel to your tone as you say, “It's okay.”

Spencer is silent. Slowly, tentatively, he wraps his arms around you in turn, and then he's squeezing you tight enough to feel it in your spine.

“It's okay, Spencer. We can talk about it, huh? We can work something out. It wouldn't be terrible for you to take a vacation every once in a while, maybe that's what you need.”

He breathes out against your sleeve. “Sorry,” he says.

“It's okay.” You kiss his head. He likely doesn't feel it. “I promise, it's fine.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to ask.”

“I know, you said that already.” You don’t tell him with any malice, just reaffirmation. “But I’ll always ask. I care about you, I need you to be okay, Dr. Reid. You’re my pillar of strength.” He laughs with self-deprecation, but you mean it. “You are. You’re always there for me. You’re always looking after me.”

“Since when do you need looking after?”

“That’s one of the best and worst things about you. You don’t realise what you are to people.”

Spencer screws his hands into your blouse and grows still in your arms. You consider scolding him about wrinkles to lighten the mood, but he’ll take you too seriously, and stop hugging you, and that’s not what you want. You try to be subtle about the comfort you’re giving him as you wrap your arms behind his head to close him in, hiding him from any prying eyes, but the longer you stay holding him the more attention you recieve, until even your stoic unit chief can't pretend this is appropriate for the workplace.

“L/N,” Hotch says in concern. “Reid. Is everything okay?”

Spencer seizes up and tries to push you away.

You lift your chin above his head and give Hotch your stickiest smile, arms moving to a more amicable position behind his shoulders. “No, everything is not okay, Hotch. You realise I only joined the unit to be with Spencer, right? And you punish me by sitting me halfway across the office!”

Everyone watching either laughs or rolls their eyes, used to your dramatic favouritism. Even Hotch seems tired of it.

“I’d be sorry if I thought that were true. Can you go back to suffocating Reid on your own time? We have some consults to look over.”

You widen the gap between you and Spencer, allowing him the space to collect himself. “If you insist,” you say, grinning brightly.

You stand in front of Spencer, heart aching as he sniffs quietly. He stands, and for a moment you think he won’t be alright after all, that your comfort was useless and he’ll need to excuse himself, but he draws a ghost of a line into your side with his knuckle and squares his expression. “Let’s get back to work,” he says to you with a small smile. You’ll talk more later.

“Wanna hold hands?” you ask.

“Maybe when everyone’s stopped looking at me?” he says under his breath, starting toward the steps to the conference room.

“Wait, really?”

He hurries up the stairs. You follow.

#spencer and bombshell!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 days

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the girl next door 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You gnaw on your cheek as you read over the letter. Final warning. You really didn't think much of the first five but that word catches your worry; litigation.

Your mother grunts and clicks her pen, dropping it as she curses under her breath. She tosses the crossword book away from the chair. For all your life, you remember her working on her puzzles. Now, she can hardly hold pen steady enough to put in a single clue.

"Mom, you want another coke before I head out?" You ask.

"Where are you 'headed out' to?" She scowls.

"Just outside. Try to figure out the mower."

"Piece of shit," she sneers and for a moment, you're not sure if she means the machine or you.

"So..."

"Just go," she snips.

You purse your lips around the cut of her tone. You leave her in her recliner and you go down the hallway to the back door. You shove your feet into your stained vans and let yourself gently outside.

You come down the steps and cross the overgrown grass to the garage. You prop the door open with an old paint can and drag put the mower. You haul it over to the little patch of pavement by the house as the sunlight raises beads of sweat across your forehead.

You shade your eyes and squint. You don't get the thing. It's not even motorized, it just started catching. You can't push it hard enough to make it go. It only bounces uselessly across the ground.

You squat and put it on its side. You examine the blades, nervous to dig between the mulching teeth. You grab a stick and poke around. It breaks and you rip it out.

"Dang it," you whisper.

You stand up. It's too hot to think. As much as you miss the sunshine in the grim winters, the heat is less than welcome.

"Hey, excuse me," a voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking maybe it's just the neighbours on the other side of the fence. "Um, miss?"

You turn towards the voice and find a man peeking through the loose slat in the fence. You sigh. Yeah,

that needs to be fixed too.

You stare dumbly. You recognise the man. It takes a few seconds to remember where you saw him. He was with the realtor. You hadn't see much yet, not that you ventured outside often. The sign changed to sold and that was that.

"Hi, uh, so this," he touches the plank, swiveling it on the hanging nail.

You nod and go to the edge of the patch of pavement but no further. You nibble your lip and search for something to say. Talking to mom is easy, you know what to expect, but strangers are different.

"Gonna fix it," you assure him flatly.

"Yeah, well, I was actually thinking, I'm just doing a few touch ups right now and I could spare a couple nails or two."

You tilt your head and bring your hands together, mashing your palms anxiously, "it's rotted."

He wiggles the wood and little slivers fall away. He hums disappointed, "sure is." He smiles as his blue eyes shine in the sunlight, "no problem then. I'm sure I can find something at the hardware store."

You hesitate. You should mention you can afford even half a plank. Grandma left you the house and enough to cover property taxes, but mom's monthly cheques are already stretched thin. If he doesn't ask, you won't offer.

"Steve," he stretches his arm through the opening.

You look at his hand. Your stomach flip flops. You don't want to be rude as much as you don't want to touch this strange man. Well, no use in making another enemy around here.

You lift your feet as you trudge through the high grass. As you near, the sweat slakes down your back. You gently shake his hand, just for a second, and pull back.

"And your name? Neighbour?"

You stare at the collar of his grey tee shirt and eke your name out.

“Is it just you over here?” He asks.

You shake your head. You bend your arm to pick at your sleeve. You don’t mind introductions but you’re not much for conversation. You don’t need him prying into things. If anyone really saw inside those walls, they’d only feel bad for you. You’d rather their apathy.

“Oh, you got kids? A husband?”

You wince. It’s almost a flattering assumption yet a reminder of everything you don’t have. You’re not old enough to really think about all that anyway.

You glance back at the side of the house. You should hose that down and get rid of the mildew. Another tick on the endless list.

“Mom,” you say.

“Ah, makes sense. You in school?”

You shake your head again. He’s quiet. You sway listlessly.

“Anyway...” he says.

You put your head down and back away. You go back to the mower, bending down to fiddle with it again. You could see if anyone would lend you one but that means asking and as much as the neighbourhood paints itself in friendly smiles, they aren’t genuine. The letter on the kitchen table is proof of that.

“Not working?” The man, Steve asks. You cringe and stand up. He’s still there.

You shrug as you look at him. You turn back to the mower and lift it by the handles. You try to ignore the nosy neighbour and line it up with the grass. You push and it doesn’t move easy. You grunt and it rolls over the grass. You think maybe it’s working but as you turn, you notice the grass stands back up, only slightly bent.

“You know, I got a nice electric one. Isn’t here yet but I can bring it tomorrow on the truck,” he offers, “I wouldn’t mind doing a once over, if you need.”

You huff and push the mower over.

“Can’t pay you,” you stomp back towards the house.

“I didn’t say anything about money,” he chimes.

You stop by the steps and cross your arms. You look at him, “too much.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you can just come knock on my door,” he says.

You nod and spin around again. You climb the steps, fighting to keep your steps even. You want to run inside and hide but you don’t want him to see how desperate you are to get away.

The screen door snaps shut behind you. You kick off your shoes and go down the hall. Your mother huffs from her recliner.

“You figure it out?” She asks.

“No,” you flop onto the couch.

“Knew ya wouldn’t,” she snorts as she stares out the window. “Man’s back. Musta bought the place.”

“Uh, yeah,” you lean back, pulling the collar of your shirt over your face to sop up the sweat. “It’s hot.”

“Nah, you’re just whiny,” she snickers.

You don’t respond. You know better than that. You let her have her truth. Whatever she thinks of you, you can’t disprove. The world is she says it is.

🏠

Your bedroom window shines yellow with the noon sun. The heat beams down on the folding table, warming your hands as you scratch charcoal onto thick paper. You still have grass stains on your fingers from another fruitless attempt at fixing the mower. Another day and you expect another letter isn’t far behind.

As you focus on the lines and curves left by the pencil, your anxiety subsides. Drawing is the only thing that helps you forget. Really forget. You don’t think about the house or the lawn or the HOA or your mom. It’s just you and the pencil.

You lean your forehead in your hand as you cross hatch the shadows. The chirping birds and the soft breeze deepen your trance. The world around you is distant and dim. You’re only awoken but the sudden and unfamiliar ‘ding dong’.

You sit up. It takes a moment before you realise what it was. The doorbell? No one ever rings it. No, even Marge from the HOA waits until you come out to get the mail to accost you.

You put the pencil down and get up. You go out and peek down the hallway. You creep along and stop at the doorway to the front room. You mom sniffs and wipes her eyes. She must have fallen asleep in her chair.

“Who is it?” She snarls with grogginess in her throat.

“I don’t know,” you go to the door and pull the curtain away from the long window beside it. You peek out at the figure on the porch and quickly hide behind the fabric. Too late. “It’s... the neighbour. I think he saw me.”

“Ergh, don’t be stupid, girlie,” your mother barks, “help me up.”

“Oh, uh, okay.”

You go to her and offer your hand. You get her to her feet. She slightly hunched and slow but she makes her way to the door. She pauses and turns to the mirror above the little bench against the wall. She tidies her hair and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

She leans on the door as she grips the handle. She opens it and the man from next door, Steve, greets her with a grin.

“Hello?” She sweetens her tone.

“Hello, miss, sorry to bother you,” he says, “I just moved in next door and I’m getting settled in. I was just about to do some lawn work and I thought maybe I might offer to do yours? It’s no trouble, I just thought I’d offer.”

“Oh, what a honey you are,” she preens, “of course, that would be lovely of you. My daughter,” she sighs and shakes her head, “I’ve been nagging her for weeks to get it done.”

“Really, it’s not a bother,” he assures her, “I’m Steve by the way.”

His smile is just as charming as his introduction.

“Holly,” your mother returns, “I’ll make you some lemonade for your trouble. It’s a hot one, isn’t it?”

“Sounds good,” he agrees, “I’ll try not to make too much noise.”

You peek out from behind your mother. Steve’s eyes meet yours for an instant before she blocks her out, no doubt eager to hide the state of the house from him. You back up as she turns to you.

“What’re you doing hanging on like a rodent?” She hisses, “go make some lemonade.”

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #the girl next door #mcu #marvel #captain america #au #silverfox au

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munsonsprincess11111 · 12 days

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Sickness and school

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: you get ill and still go to school so Eddie takes it upon his self to help you

Walking over to your locker felt like an effort. You was sick. Really sick. But you needed to come to school. You had an English presentation you couldn't miss and math homework due. So it was either stay home and get detention or come to school and deal with it.

You rested your head on your locker. Your bones were aching your head was throbbing all you wanted to do was lay in bed but you couldn't. Suddenly you felt someone's presence stood next to you. "Hey you." The voice spoke. You looked up to see Eddie. Your Eddie.

You gave him a weak smile in return before standing up straight opening your locker. "Shit babe you look like crap." Eddie says frowning at you. "Thanks babe." You say with a breathy laugh.

"OK no not what I meant you always look amazing but you look like shit." HE says placing his wrist on your forehead. "And your burning up why the fuck are you here?" HE askes concerned. You look over to him and shrug.

"Had a presentation I couldn't miss and homework due." You say swapping your books for the ones you'll need after lunch.

"Number one I could've dropped your homework in number two what presentation?" Eddie frowns again out of confusion and concern.

"English presentation." You mumble rubbing your eyes. "I've done it now and handed my homework in so I won't be getting detention on thr plus side of things." You turn to Eddie and weakly smile.

"C'm 'ere." HE says pulling you into him. You wrap your arms around him and put your face in thr crook of his neck. He holds you and sways with you slightly. You let out a sigh of relief feeling calmer just by him holding you. You let your eyes drift shut as he sways with you.

But the peace is disturbed by a shouting Dustin and Gareth. You tense as they shout as your head throbs. Eddie kisses your head and looks at the two boys.

"What?" Eddie askes bluntly.

"Woah what's up with y/n?" Dustin askes.

"Nothing what do you want?" Eddie askes again.

"Well we was thinking we could reschedule hellfire tonight Lucas has-" Gareth says but Eddie cuts him off.

"Yeah we can thats fine by me." Eddie says picking up your back pack still holding you.

"Really that's it no lecture?" Dustin says.

"Yes now excuse us." Eddie says stepping past the two boys pulling you into his side as he walks. He keeps an arm over your shoulders as you lean your head on him holding around his waist.

"Where we going?" You ask just above a whisper.

"I'm taking you to the trailer. Your sick n I'm gonna take care of you." Eddie says.

You approach his van, and he opens the door for you, helping you into the passenger seat, laying his jacket over you as a blanket. He kisses your head and walks around to the drivers side.

He drives to the trailer running his hand up and down your leg. By the time you arrive your asleep. Eddie looks over and smiles before getting out of the van and opening thr trailer door putting it on thr latch so it doesn't swing shut.

He opens the passenger door and unbuckles your seat belt before sliding one arm under your legs and the other to your back he carries you inside. You stir and put your arms around Eddie's middle laying your head on his chest.

He lays you in his bed, covering you with the duvet going to shut the trailer door. He wanders back to the bedroom sliding your shoes on tossing them somewhere on the floor. He takes off his own shoes and lays behind you undoing your bra knowing it can't be comfortable.

He lays an arm over you pulling you against his chest drifting off to sleep with you.

You wake up a few hours later. Eddie was already awake and he smiled "how'd you sleep?" HE whisperes

You turn over to face him hugging him against you closing your eyes. "Good." You mumble. "Wanna just lay here thr rest of the day you can stay over." Eddie offers stroking your head. You nod relaxing into him.

"I love you." HE says kissing your head.

"I love you too." You says back kissing thr bit of skin closest to you.

You both lay there in his bed the rest of the day. You in and out of sleep. And Eddie just holding you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thoughts #eddie m #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

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19burstraat · 6 months

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proving kaz is a tidemaker, even tho it's not canon and shouldn't be, but I'm gonna argue for it anyway

I already made this post ages ago and now this has been in my drafts for even longer, I just unearthed it... but I'm making it again, more in depth, bc I didn't hit on everything I wanted to last time. obviously this isn't canon bc the point of kaz is he's Just Some Guy and how that really really pisses off more powerful people, and I think that's definitely best, Kaz NEEDS to be otkazat'sya for his function in the story... but if you ever wanted to prove it in a fic, shit is EASY. (I am vaguely considering how it might work out in a fic. we'll see. I've done stuff that couldn't/I wouldn't want to be canon before with my jordie-lives fic, so...) I'll mostly talk in the context that he'd be a tidemaker bc I feel like that's the conclusion a lot of this comes to, but some of the points are more generalised.

obviously the basic argument everyone makes for this is that the reason kaz was able to get back to shore from reaper's barge is bc, subconsciously or not, as a tidemaker he could control the currents to help him, since that's one of the most basic tidemaker powers. in the harbour scene, he notices that the tide has moved to work against him, but it doesn't seem to prove much of a problem; he attributes it to his new will to survive, but... Well. Kaz is exceptionally good at withholding information, even in his own POV.

grisha not using their powers become ill or weaker; kaz isn't really physically ill but he has an element of the underfed and sallow about him that's generally attributed to living in the barrel.

kaz is also ESPECIALLY horrified by the state of mikka, the tidemaker under the influence of jurda parem at the start of SOC; this is attributed to his past trauma and his dislike for things he can't rationally explain, which, yeah, but he is thrown in a way we don't really see again for the rest of the series. he instantly thinks of jordie, and it's maybe the one time he succumbs to superstition in the whole series.

the obvious explanation for how kaz knew that coffee extract and paraffin hid the scent/evidence of grisha is that he's very clearly involved in smuggling (jesper mentions how coffee grounds were used when packing smuggled jurda shipments) but the second explanation,,, is that he uses them himself. he comes up with the solution with IMMENSE speed and he just like, has the coffee extract around. ok, sure, not that hard to get hold of, but still. and coffee gets mentioned in relation to him at least a few times, most noticeably the 'bitter coffee eyes' thing inej uses, which is amusingly romanticised, but also... inej why do you associate coffee w kaz... something you've noticed abt him?

(but then, you wonder why he didn't suggest this to jesper previously; the answer I'm sure he would give you is he did, when it was a problem. before that it wasn't a problem and jesper was doing fine at staying hidden on his own)

the gloves can also add to this one, since they presumably at least cover his wrists and therefore his pulse somewhat, though obviously that's not their main function.

recovers with startling speed from nearly drowning at the ice court; matthias has to get his breathing going again but he's almost immediately fine after. I know yk, heist fantasy book, gotta keep going, but still

kaz is almost completely correct about the methods, powers of, and appearances of the council of tides (one single thing, the method of hiding their faces, is wrong.) impressive, no...? he is also shockingly apathetic in the face of their threats; they fill his lungs up with water and he just coughs it up and then is like "lol" immediately after. this is funny no matter what the fact of the matter (major general of the idgaf war) but the fact his link to them is left hanging is also a thread that could be easy to pick up. I think it would be hilarious if he was secretly in the council, but I won't stretch it that far bc they clearly don't like him lmao, that would have to be a proper AU.

in the dregs, kaz has a corporalki (nina) and a materialki (jesper) but no etheralki. wouldn't it be prudent to recruit one, if he could find one? or maybe he doesn't need one. if he already has one around, for an emergency of emergencies... for a rainy day... (ha ha)

the way kaz's trauma is often described as manifesting, is with the rising of the harbour waters; so it's pretty reasonable to suggest that in suppressing that, he'd also, inadvertently or not, suppress any kind of tidemaker/etheralki impulse or power. possibly he can't even tell the difference between the two, or they're so tangled up he can't really separate them anymore, which is why he doesn't so much as even think to attempt to use it. still, if this was the case I think improvement with one would not necessarily improve the other, or vice versa. kaz hypothetically using grisha power he'd had suppressed would not magically make his touch aversion go away, I think that'd be weird, and I'd not want his PTSD to be passed off as solely being the sickness from not using grisha power, that's reductive as hell. but I can see them certainly being two things very much intertwined.

we don't know a lot about grisha who are native to kerch, but assumedly he'd not have had much cause to use it in his childhood, on a farm somewhere inland, so most, if not all, of his experience with using it would likely be irretrievably tied to ketterdam and jordie so no wonder he just wouldn't use it. I don't think he'd even see it as feasible. perhaps it would be a very very final resort, but he'd never let it get to that point, he'd always want to try something else first. and anyway, he'd not be trained.

the sankt vladimir story is also thematically quite close to Kaz; holding back the harbour waters until he's finally too exhausted and lets it drown him. I like this regardless of this analysis actually it's a good comparison. patron saint of the drowned and unlikely achievement....

even if kaz wasn't an otkazat'sya, after all that happened, I think he'd try very hard to pretend he was. it couldn't save jordie, therefore in his extreme as hell thinking around that entire thing, I imagine he'd reason it wasn't useful, that he could get on better without it, and, like jesper, think it was a liability.

this would add a wild layer to him being the one to have the jurda parem on him for almost all of crooked kingdom; it would make it feel like his plan z was to take it himself. certainly he'd sooner do that than let jesper take it.

and finally: thematically, it slays. like half of the imagery around kaz (and kanej) centres around water (think the bathroom scene, how he only washes in front of her, etc) and that plays into both of their trauma, plus religious imagery, all this... it's a fantastic bit of extra theming. it just doesn't really work with how his character operates.

basically I think you could DEFINITELY make it work and it'd be a killer fic but again it's one of those things, like jordie living, that I don't really want to be canon because it undermines something about kaz's character that I consider pretty critical; in this case, that kaz is not really endowed with any special power or circumstance, he's just bloody-minded and clever, but that's enough for him to pull off almost impossible jobs anyway.

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #soc duology #soc #my post #six of crows duology #this has been in my drafts for sooo long lmao #it'd be an interesting fic but idk how I'd frame it. I'll have a think

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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Gilbert's spoiler lists :D

Still incomplete though and not in order lol

Why is Gilbert using an eyepatch?

Because he knew one day, he would die, and when he heard about the story of the real Leon Dompteur, that his mother is looking for a slave boy that looks exactly like the real prince (yeah he knows that too) and Gil thinks that's cool

He actually found someone who looks like him, and since his eyepatch is covering (almost) half of his face, no one would know (that the real Gilbert is dead, if ever)

But ofc his "duplicate" isn't needed anymore because he decided to live for Emma

Why did he remove it?

Ehehe bc lovey dovey time

After undressing her, Gil is taking his sweet time admiring his little bunny's body

Emma is shy and covered her chests with her arms, and Gil said he will remove his eyepatch

He did, and she was bamboozled

Now he can see her in full view lol ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And said that he will only remove his eyepatch whenever he and Emma are alone

Why red and blue eyes?

The red eye was from the father side while the blue was from the mother side

If I'm not mistaken, red was the eye color of Obsidian family

It's only Gilbert who has red and blue eyes

Isn't he so beautiful?

About Chev and Gil

Chev and Gil have known each other since they were kids, and often read books together (I think near his "hideout"? Because the background is the same from the flashback and from the scene where he took Emma to his private place or probably in some sort of alley

Chev knows that Gil was once like Emma, who is pure hearted

He asked Chev that if ever he's not around Emma, Chev must protect her, since he is the only one who can protect her

Chev was stunned, it took him a moment to understand what Gilbert means, it's his will, his dying wish

After exchanging a few words, Chev agreed

His family?

Gil had 4 brothers, all dead. Including their mom. I think he has no relatives other than Yves, after all, the Obsidian family are killing each other for the throne

He is the current emperor, he killed his father, who tried (and failed) to invade Rhodolite 10 years ago

First love

Gilbert and Emma have never met before, but since Gilbert used to stay in Rhodolite when he was a child, he met Akatsuki (bookstore owner) and Emma's adoptive father. Akatsuki mentioned that little Emma is so pure hearted and loves books, just like him.

Whenever Gilbert and Akatsuki met, he will tell him more about her and Akatsuki blamed himself for Gilbert's obsession for Emma

And since he's so obsessed with her, he made sure she will stay by his side, Emma was a hostage but she actually went with him in Obsidian willingly

Since the emperor fell in love with her, overnight Emma became the Empress of Obsidian (proxy)

Chokebert

Whoever discovers his illness (his weakness) will die, and Emma finds out (thanks Walter)

Gil strangled her, but when she passed out, he lets go and bury his face on her shoulder

His doctor shouted at him that if he kills the woman he loves, he will suffer more

Gil denies this, and when Emma woke up, he gave her a choice, either die or she will live with him forever

Illness? Is he dying?

Technically, yes

But he refused to have surgery, saying that the evil bloodline of the Obsidian family must end with him

He's coughing blood

Having seizures

But dw, he decided to have a surgery so he can live with Emma

#ikemen prince #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert #ikepri gilbert route spoilers #ikeprince spoilers #ikepri spoilers

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mikrokoskooks · 9 months

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Just a stomach ache (rewrite)

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Namjoon and Seokjin

TW: Emeto, medically inaccurate, pain, stomach aches mentions of vom!t

———

*Knock knock knock*

“Who is it?” Jungkook mumbles sitting up in his bed and glancing over at the door. “It's Namjoon,” the older man says sounding a bit weak “What is it hyung,” Jungkook starts sleepily “It's the middle of the night”

“I don't feel well kook-ah.” Jungkook looks worried at the sudden announcement “Why? What's wrong” “My stomach hurts...” Namjoon states placing his hands on his abdomen, his pale face now becoming more clear to the youngest. “Will you be okay?” The rapper gives no response and suddenly passes out. “Hyung!?”

Jungkook gasps and looks around him, sighing in relief when he realizes It was just a nightmare, a horrible horrible nightmare. He decides he should go to Namjoon's room and check to see if he was truly alright but when Jungkook shuffles forward in his bed his stomach gifts him with a rather nasty cramp.

He winces and rubs his stomach adding pressure in an attempt to massage away the pain but it's unsuccessful and he just causes himself more discomfort. Although the sudden pain is an inconvenience he still manages to make it to Namjoon's room, Minus a slight detour to the medicine cabinet for some Pepto Bismol.

Jungkook knocks on his hyungs bedroom door and awaits a response. “Jungkook...? What's wrong? ” Namjoon asks looking up from his novel. “I had a bad dream about you hyung, you said u felt ill and I wasn't much help to you, and then you just, well, fainted,” Jungkook says freaking out a little “So I came to check if you were okay."

Namjoon smiles at the boy's cuteness and bursts out laughing “Oh Jungkook, what am I going to do with you it was just a dream silly of course I'm fine.”

Jungkook nods slowly and goes to sit on Namjoons bed, the older pulling him into a hug as he does so. They lie like that and chat for a while until Jungkook starts squirming around in the rapper's arms. Namjoon releases him, “You alright?”

The youngest lets out a sound of agreement, “Yeah my stomach just feels weird.” Namjoon looks the boy over scanning for any visual symptoms such as pale skin or flushed cheeks but there are non. “Weird how?” Namjoon asks trying to get a grip on the situation.

“Weird like cramps, random cramps,” Jungkook answers palming his stomach gently. He tries to think of a logical diagnosis for himself but they all seem too extreme. “When did they start?”

The vocalist thinks for a second before answering, “Just before I came to your room, I was getting out of bed then it happened.” Namjoon nods and opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by a low gurgle from the youngest's tummy.

Jungkook lets out a groan at the sudden commotion in his insides. “Did you eat something bad?” “No, just the pasta you made.” Jungkook yawns and then grins, “That was probably it then.”

Namjoon playfully rolls his eyes, “Hey, my cooking isn't that bad you know.” He looks next to him and sees Jungkook gradually falling asleep so he stops talking. He pulls the covers over the vocalist and strokes his hair till he's fully asleep.

— — —

Namjoon lies in his bed fast asleep, he'd only just decided to put the book down and snooze. (I love that word, snooze. A cheeky snooze) Unfortunately, his sleep is disturbed by a bright light coming from under the bathroom, he tries to ignore it but it's just too bright.

As he gets up to turn it off he notices Jungkook missing, ‘maybe Jungkook's using it’ he thinks to himself. But when he goes to knock on the door weak-looking Jungkook staggers out. Namjoon was stunned he looked way worse than he did earlier on.

“Hyung? Did I wake you up 'm sorry” Jungkook manages to say his voice almost a whisper. Namjoon speaks up “No, no you didn't wake me up kook-ah but what's wrong?” The youngest cheeks flush with embarrassment “I threw up... I'm sorry” he says tears forming in his eyes.

Namjoons heart breaks at younger words “Aww Jungkook, don't be sorry you can't help it, baby.” Namjoon pulls the boy into a hug rubbing his back gently. It seems to be helping calm the maknae so Namjoon is caught off guard when the Jk suddenly pushes off him and bolts back into the bathroom.

*GLARGBLE * (best retching ever okay 👌🏾😭)

Jungkook bends over the bowl, bringing up everything he'd had for dinner. His hand are wrapped tightly around his stomach and his breathing is fast and painful. Namjoon follows him in and gasps, “Oh Jungkook, you poor thing” he cooes

Jungkook doesn't say anything but nods his head he truly feels horrible. After a good 10 minutes, he finishes vomiting he wipes his mouth and flushes the toilet. As he prepares to stand up his vision suddenly starts to go spotty and he passes out luckily landing on Namjoon.

The rapper sits there in shock and worry, he doesn't quite know what to do all he truly knows is something is seriously wrong with Jungkook. Namjoon pulls out his phone and calls Seokjin he would know what to do as the oldest. Wouldn't he?

“Yah Namjoon-ah it's 2 in the morning what do you need,” Seokjin asks sounding annoyed his beauty sleep was interrupted. “It's Jungkook he's really poorly. He's thrown up for ages and he's just fainted" Seokjin ends the calls and fast footsteps are soon heard through the hallway.

He busts into Namjoon's room and finds a worried Namjoon with a pale unconscious Jungkook in his lap. “Oh my god” Seokjin exclaims “What- how did this happen?” Namjoon puts a hand on his head, “I don't know he said he had stomach cramps and then he puked lots then he just..” he gestures down to him and Jin gets the point.

“We need to take him to the hospital, Joon I think he's really unwell, feel his forehead he's burning up” Just then jungkook starts to regain consciousness. His eyes flutter open but then he hugs his stomach and whines in agony. “Oh, hyung,” Jungkook says abruptly.

Seokjin smiles nervously and gives a small wave before saying “Jungkook honey, we're gonna take u to the hospital, okay, something's not right ” Jungkook makes a face and shakes his head “Noo, I'm not going to the hospital I'm finee seee” he says weakly before promptly leaning forward and vomiting.

"Oh," he mutters before passing out again. “Joon call an ambulance,” Seokjin says strong authority in his voice. “Already on it hyung” They both look at Jungkook scared about what's wrong with him but they know he'll be okay since he's their golden maknae.

— — —

“Acute Appendicitis,” The doctor says “He needs to go to surgery immediately.” “Will he be okay?” Namjoon asks biting his lip anxiously. “Yes you brought him in in time, he will be just fine”

Seokjin and Namjoon both thank the doctor and wait in the waiting room until Jungkooks surgery is over. They're happy they got the boy in at the right time because they don't know what they would do without their golden maknae who they loved so much.

—After the surgery—

Both Jin and joon are allowed into the room to see jungkook he looks much better than earlier and he looks peaceful in his sleep. Seokjin goes over and hold his hand masarging it gently “I love you jungkook but if you ever get sick like this again hyung's heart might just break” Namjoon hums in agreement. “Sorry hyung,”Jungkook whispers “I love you too.”

Do you guys like this or the original more?

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #tw emeto ment #mentions of vomit #sick!jungkook #sickfic #bts #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!seokjin #rewrite #stomach aches #Request coming soon #Appendicits

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poewritesgayshit · 5 months

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Only God knows if you're still taking requests-- but how do you feel about a Fyolai+Sigma where Nikolai convinces Sigma that they should Noncon Fyodor? It can start as Noncon and end with all parties really into it, lol. I leave it to your creative genius, Poe. I just want to see Fyodor bottoming for both of them and hating how much he is enjoying it for a change lol. Mindbreak is also a cute detail if you want. Hope you consider it! 💖💖

↪ ⋆ ▫ ∙ we're what killed the dinosaurs | fyosiglai request 🎉 ∙ ▫ ⋆ ↩

word count: 1.4 k. mostly pwp

description:

Sigma is tired of Nikolai's games, even if the point of this one is to make everyone get along. But he'll play fair. After all, this is the first time Nikolai's used this type of method. (An aphrodisiac that works as a slow-acting poison? Is he serious?) Yeah... Sigma knows everyone can survive this one. So he'll do what he can, even if it means doing something he really shouldn't do.

contains: most of the above and also

fuck or die

fyodor is in a non-speaking role; he is completely restrained and subdued. i wasn't sure how to write sigma being in the more dominant role without nikolai having a very heavy hand in things

trans masc sigma, also trans masc sigma taking dick without protection and getting creampied

notes: hey nonnie thank u for the request! this was actually my first one, can you believe it? and i hope this wasnt too long of a wait! my whole family had covid and i was running a fever. ill crosspost to ao3 once i stop fucking around on discord and get around to it 👉👈 hope u like it

edit: ao3 link is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52099318

The last thing Sigma saw before he passed out was the spine of the library book he'd just checked out toppling to the floor next to him. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Nikolai's face.

"Welcome, Sigma! Welcome! Want to play a game?" Nikolai was glowing. Sigma resisted the urge to sock him square in the jaw because he was in survival mode now, and survival mode meant he needed to keep all his fingers.

"I'm not at the library," Sigma said, phrasing it as a statement instead of a question, and Nikolai's face lit up.

"Ding ding ding! Cor-rect! Now, for ten additional points, guess where you are!"

Sigma was not playing his game.

"Probably some warehouse in Yokohama somewhere," Sigma said, because the lights were off, and he couldn't really see, and he was so lightheaded that what he could see wasn't helping much. But after letting his eyes adjust, he realized that the lights wouldn't help. Nikolai had covered every surface with dark green fabric, fabric so thick that he couldn't tell one surface from another.

"That is…" Nikolai paused. "In-correct! Want to buy a vowel?" He ripped the fabric off of what appeared to be a large chalkboard, where the partially-written words 'L - - - H - - - -' were spelled in permanent marker, along with a half-drawn hangman figure.

Sigma was about to tell Nikolai off for being childish, but then, it hit him all at once, and he stood up… then fell over again, after realizing how weak he really was.

"Nikolai, am I in a love hotel?"

"Whoa! You're pretty smart, Sigma!" Nikolai fanned himself with a paper fan that he'd pulled out of nowhere, and then snapped it shut, tilting Sigma's chin up with its edge. "But you weren't able to figure out that we aren't the only ones in this room."

With a flourish, he ripped the green velvet off of a loveseat in the middle of the room, to reveal Fyodor Dostoevsky. He was bound and gagged, naked, with his legs tied apart. He was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, as if he was feverish, and he looked just as weak as Sigma felt.

"The aphrodisiac I administered to both of you is also a slow-acting poison. 'The effects can be delayed by sexual release…' at least that's what it says here on the bottle." Nikolai tossed a glass bottle over his shoulder. "I have enough antidote for both of you, but first, I want you to compete in another game with me~"

"I've had enough of your games," Sigma said, the furious words dropping from his lips before he could hold his tongue.

"But, Sigma, dear, don't you want to live?" Nikolai asked, and then, he kissed him.

It was true. Sigma wanted to live.

Nikolai's lips didn't feel repulsive—at least, Sigma didn't want to instinctively jerk away when Nikolai wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and held him still. Maybe it was the fact that the aphrodisiac had already taken effect, or the fact that he was scared of him. But Sigma didn't want to move.

From across the room, Fyodor watched them with sharp eyes.

"You know, I was so relieved when you both made it out okay. I thought I might have been broken, because I wasn't supposed to feel that way. When I'm no longer tied to anyone or anything, I truly have free will—or at least, that's what I thought. You see, I've grown attached to you, too, Sigma. I was grieving for you, too. And when I found out you were also okay, I ran as quickly as I could to see you. So, I thought, 'why don't we all celebrate? Instead of killing each other… why don't we all try to survive instead? By showing each other some love… isn't that right?' " Nikolai said.

Sigma felt ill. "So you want to watch me and Fyodor fucking? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Oh, no no no, you don't need to use that kind of language~ But if you insist~ you might want to do it soon. He's been waiting here for a long time, you know. In ten minutes, he'll pass out~ Thirty minutes until organ failure will start, and in forty-five minutes, he'll become incontinent. Within two hours, if I don't forcibly administer the antidote, he'll die, and even if I do, he won't be able to stand without mobility aids. Should I go on?" Nikolai continued to monologue. He clearly had this all planned out.

Sigma stared at Dostoevsky, tied up in his chair. Fyodor looked pathetic. He was a sobbing wreck—he must be in immense pain, too. Sigma blinked, and Nikolai must have removed all of the cloth that was covering the tables in that split second, because they lay bare, covered with BDSM paraphernalia, vibrators, condoms and lube, even knives and scissors.

Sigma, without thinking, stood up and approached Fyodor.

Once he got there, his knees gave way, and he just… collapsed on top of him. And Sigma stayed there, his head buried in the crook of his neck, rutting his arousal against Fyodor's.

Fyodor was smaller than he was, but Sigma didn't think he was going to crush him. Sigma realized that he'd been undressed in his sleep—this feels like a dream, Sigma thought, listening to Fyodor's pathetic whines as he rubbed his clit up against the head of his cock. He realized, without acknowledging it fully, that he was making just as much noise as Fyodor was, and that somehow, he was so wet that he could just… slide Fyodor right inside of him. And he did just that, acting on impulse and sinking all the way down so Fyodor's cockhead could nudge against his cervix.

What happens if he cums in me?

This thought felt like it was happening in a distant memory as Sigma fucked himself hard on Fyodor's shaft. Fyodor screamed through his gag and he figured the other man might have already finished… but he must have thought too soon. A glance over his shoulder revealed that Nikolai had his cape draped over his lap and was playing with something in between his thighs. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had buried in that cape, and where it had ended up. Sure enough, Fyodor's sobs of overstimulation were because Nikolai had buried himself up to the root and was painfully teasing his prostate.

Sigma, feeling a little bit bad for him, cupped Fyodor's face and kissed along his jaw as he struggled in his grip. Fyodor looked like he was close to an orgasm, but Sigma hadn't gotten anywhere near his own. Sure enough, he shuddered in Sigma's arms, and Sigma felt him release inside. The morning after pill wasn't easy to acquire, and he was already trying to figure out if he'd have better luck just going to Yosano—but suddenly, as he was dismounting, something stopped his train of thought.

When Sigma tried to get up, Nikolai blocked his way. He was behind him, holding him still. He wrapped a hand around his neck, and that was when Sigma screamed. But Nikolai wasn't trying to kill him. He removed his hand as soon as Sigma relaxed and slid back down, filling himself once again. Then, he... grabbed his hips, lifting him and slamming him down. Nikolai went one step further than that, wrapping one hand underneath each of his thighs and using all his strength to pick him up. picking him up. He was manhandling him and sliding him up and down on Fyodor's cock—It felt unbelievably good, better than anything Sigma could do on his own. He then pressed something into Sigma's hand, then guided his hand down and against his cunt. It was a vibrator, something Sigma had never bought or used before. And when he switched it on, the stimulation plus whatever Nikolai was doing to him made him want to cry. Sigma sobbed, burying his head in Fyodor's shoulder as Nikolai helped his friend use his body as a living fleshlight. He didn't even realize that he was having an orgasm until three minutes into his second one. The buildup was just as intense as the climax itself, and his body just kept going, spasming, sandwiched in between Fyodor and Nikolai for what seemed like hours.

Sigma was only aware that he had passed out when he woke up. Nikolai must have done something while he was distracted; because this wasn't a normal occurrence for him, not in the slightest.

"The antidote," he managed, his mouth dry. Nikolai, lying in bed next to him, perked up when he heard him say it.

"Oh, the antidote~ It's all done! I gave it to you while you slept!" Nikolai said, with the same cadence as if he was telling Sigma he had a birthday present he hadn't given to him yet.

"...Where's Fyodor?" Sigma asked, then, the words crowding behind his lips before he said them as if he didn't want to set them free.

"He's in the other room. He asked for you. Do you want to see him again?" Nikolai said, and he was all sparkles and hearts and glitter and fire.

Sigma was smoke, he was dust, he was ash. He felt like he would blow away in the wind.

"I don't."

#bsd fanfiction #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #fyolai #fyosig #siglai #fyosiglai #fyodor bsd #nikolai bsd #sigma bsd #dubious consent #noncon cw #dubcon cw #dead dove do not eat

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moonah-rose · 10 days

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Little hurt/comfort ficlet for @idiotwithanipad x

Robin & OC

Most of the time she managed to block out her 'gift', having had nearly twenty years to train herself to ignore the dead people who existed everywhere she went, the majority of them easy enough to spot with their outfits, the way they weaved between livings without getting a passing glance, or outright walking through walls and furniture.

As a child, she'd had the excuse of being an imaginative kid who acquired many "imaginary friends" to talk to. As a teenager that didn't go down quite so well. Not that she usually cared if people looked at her as a weirdo. It was more the 'getting sectioned' possibility that concerned her.

Her parents had gone on and on about how old this hotel was, how it apparently had enough history to warrant a quick tour offered by the resort. So Amy expected more than a few ghosts to pop up here and there. Thus far she'd done her best not to make eye contact with the giddy Georgian woman or the Bridgerton Ken who had been in the reception.

It was a little more of a trial to ignore the caveman scurrying around her room, sniffing at the leftovers of her dinner she'd ordered through room service, nostrils flaring above the lone slice of pepperoni pizza.

"Ooo, smell so good. Wonder how you taste. Cheese taste like cow bum? It all come from same." The feral man was muttering to himself.

Once he got bored of inhaling the food, he was judging her parents choice of books that they'd brought, having dumped them on their bedside tables.

Amy covered her head beneath a large pillow as he continued his one-sided conversation.

"Fanny read this one. Butler no do it, it maid disguise as butler. And she also vampire. Big twist but saw it coming. Oooh, Christine Lampard autobiography! Me want read! Might put on Christmas list-."

"PLEASE WILL YOU SHUT UP!"

He raised his head in time to see the pillow she's thrown hurtle towards him and he ducked to the side to dodge it. He blinked at her in wonder.

"You see me?!"

"Yes! I can fucking see you, all right?!" She confessed through gritted teeth, knowing she'd probably made her situation worse now.

The caveman gave an excited whoop and jumped like a hyperactive five year old.

"This so cool! We have new friend who see! Almost never happen. Me gotta tell others-."

"No, please, please don't!"

Perhaps it was the crack in her voice, brought on by a surge of pain throughout her muscles as she tried to reach forward, that made the ghost stop in his tracks and turn back to her.

His excitement quickly morphed into concern as his eyes met Amy's, her own shining with tears.

"You no look so good..." The man frowned, one of his hands reaching up to stroke at his shift.

"Gee thanks, haven't heard that before. You're not exactly Chris Hemsworth, mate." She bristled; "I'm fucking ill and don't need to have a party of dead people storming in giving me a headache on top of everything else. It's bad enough my earphones have crapped out on me."

"What you got? Plague?" He asked, inching a little closer to her bed.

She huffed a laugh; "Not quite...but my body gets these sores. Don't think it's the same as that bubonic thing but fucking feels like it sometimes." Amy held her arm to show the spirit the angry looking lumps and scars near her armpits.

"Ouchie. They no look fun." He said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She lowered her arm, slowly, wincing a little.

"Those aren't even the worst ones. The others are in...awkward places."

"That why you not downstairs with mum and dad at dinner and the show?" Her mum had been going on and on about this famous illusionist being the big star tonight, some Derren Brown-wannabe.

She nodded, miserably; "Wasn't expecting to flare up like this, or else I'd just stayed at home. At least then I'd have all the stuff in my room. Netflix don't even work on the TV here."

"Yeah, WiFi on blink since...some ghost, me not know who, play around with router when bored." He said, bashful, scratching at his ear. "So...they leave you here alone?"

"S'not like they abandoned me, I just didn't wanna make a fuss 'cause I know how much Mum's been looking forward to this." She sighed and waved her phone up; "Signal is crap here too so can't even WhatsApp."

"What's what?" He asked, turning his head to the side.

"No, WhatsApp."

"What is app?"

"No! I..." She couldn't help but laugh, realising how ridiculous this was, "Just something I use to text my mates. They're probably sick of listening to me moan too..."

"...You can moan to me if want?" He said, shuffling closer; "Me good listener."

Amy smiled at him a little; "Don't wanna be pitied, thanks. Anyway, I'm sure you got more exciting things to be watching."

"Eh. Me seen how that guy on stage do his tricks. Take all fun out. Lot to do with mirrors. Clever but boring. Rare me get to speak to living girl."

"Rare? So...I'm not the first?" Amy had never met anyone else with her gift.

"Lady who own hotel before golfy people come, she see us after my friend almost kill her. No, it cool! We good now!" The caveman assured after Amy's face went pale with terror; "She like family and come visit."

"She could see you guys because she almost died once?" Amy asked; "So she's not...chronically ill, like me?"

The caveman shook his head; "No think so. Just got bumpy on head. She say she now crazy forever but no ouchy scars and lumps and pain."

"Lucky cow." Amy clicked her tongue. She'd always thought her gift had something to do with having to deal with the constant agony, as well as other health issues she'd had as a baby.

Speak of the devil, another surge of agony hit her from her lower back as she shifted against the mattress.

"Shit!" She swore.

"Woah, woah, you 'kay?" The caveman fretted.

"Yeah, just a reminder to take my painkillers." She went to get off the bed, having left them on the sideboard, only for one of her feet to become tangled in the bedsheets.

Amy nearly fell before two hands caught her by the shoulders, fingers grazing against some of her abscesses. Painless.

"Fuck, that would've been embarrasing. Thanks, mate." She smiled, turning to see an almost cartoonish level of shock on the dead man's fuzzy face; "Uhh, you okay?"

"I....I touch you....?"

"Uhm, yeah, I've always been able to touch ghosts...Can that friend of yours not do that?" She asked, reaching for her pills and grabbing some water.

He shook his raggedy mane; "Only see and hear, but touchy hurt us, same as all other living people. You..." He poked her arm cautiously, mouth agape with awe at the contact, before poking again; "Ha ha!"

"All right, stop that now." Amy batted his hand away.

He retreated, looking regretful; "Oh, sorry. It hurt, yes?"

"No, it was just annoying." She laughed, sitting back down on the mattress; "It's weird. Ghosts are the only ones who can touch me where it's sore without hurting me. Don't invite too many of those though. Used to have a dead friend when I was a kid but...she moved on, I think." Amy looked down at her ebony nail polish, morose.

"Ah. Go up to stars. Me have many friends do same. I name each star for them." He explained, warmly.

"Her name was Lana, if you wanna find one for her." Amy said, quietly; "Speaking of names, do you have one?"

"Many. Most of them insults. But friends call me Robin." He said, holding his hand out to her.

It was a bit cliché but she supposed he rarely got a chance to meet anyone like this, so she shook it. "I'm Amy."

The fur of his sleeve brushed against her wrist. She couldn't resist the urge to feel it properly, softer than any comfort blanket.

"Wow...Is that...real wolf?" She asked, partly freaked out but also a little amazed - couldn't really compare hunting for clothes in this guy's time to the fashion industry today.

He nodded, then gently took her hand and pressed her fingers to different parts of his outfit.

"That bit cougar, that some wild dogs, that leather obviously from cow, and rest mostly mammoth." He explained.

"Real mammoth? Woah." Now that was pretty awesome. She'd never be able to meet one but she could say she'd felt one.

It definitely beat the hotel duvet.

She didn't want to move her hand away. It felt so soothing to be able to touch something, someone, so warm and soft without her skin being irritated. But this must look super weird from Robin's point of view.

"You look sad again. More pain?" He asked, reaching to touch her hand on his fluffy chest.

She shook her head; "No, s'just....My mum tried to give me a cuddle earlier when she could see I wasn't doing good and I had to tell her not to, even though I sure as shit need one right now. Pathetic, right?"

"No it not. I had little cousin, her skin like tissue paper, very delicate, tear easily. Big hugs make her cry too. But she brave and strong to survive. Like you." He told her, squeezing her hand; "We wrap her up in special leaves with Moonah blessed water to try to help. Not sure it did much good but we not have Doctor Google in them times. We just do best we can to ease pain."

"Well...you're doing a good job now." She praised, feeling the burning sensation ease a little with him being so close.

"You...want me to stay?"

"...Could you?" She couldn't understand why he would want to but didn't want to question it.

He nodded, a little bashful, as if he was just as new to the concept of being asked to stay for company.

"Want me to stay quiet still?"

Amy smiled; "Not too quiet, just not rambling out loud like you were doing. You look like you've been here for thousands of years, you must have some stories to tell. Could you just...tell me some of those till I get sleepy?"

"Ooh, yes. Hehe. Get comfy. Me know great one you like about man killed in library." He said, rubbing his hands together.

Getting comfortable was easier said than done in her condition, especially as she pulled away from his touch.

"I...Uhm...God, this is so cringe." She muttered to herself.

"What?"

"Would you be okay to just...hold me?" She asked, cheeks turning pink.

He smiled and nodded, shuffling to lay down and slide his arms around her, as she shifted into them, snuggling against the warm body of fur and skin and wild hair.

"This okay? Amy no ouch?" Robin whispered, fingers moving up to stroke through her hair.

She hummed, content at last; "Amy no ouch. Thanks, Robin."

A soft chuckle came from the long dead man as be continued to hold her close, his etheral presence doing nothing to aggravate her sores. On the contrary, a strange heat seemed to vibrate from his fingers as they brushed over her abscesses, melting the pain away.

It was a shame that ghost therapy wasn't prescribed on the NHS.

Amy relaxed in the man's arms and listened as he began the thrilling tale of the pirate captain who'd been slain in the library.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #bbc ghosts fic #robin x oc #platonic fluff

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staywhore · 2 years

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he was supposed to be mine

she's mine part one

bangchan x reader

word count: 1091

genre: dark romance babes

warnings: just blood and like gore warnings for this first part. its kinda dark and im sorry but not sorry.

an: hey babes! so this is the start of a new series! this will be kinda dark and ofc smutty hehe. Please, please, please, no hate to Felix! I absolutely love him and he was just the first member I thought about using yeah so please don't think I hate him, I'm just good at writing about a murder I guess ://// hey also please if you like this write a comment if you'd think I should take this ff and turn it into a fully fleshed out book! I really like this idea and might turn it into a book. It's my dream to be an author and writing fan fiction has really helped me to gain confidence in my writing! okay well, enjoy hoes ill have the second and possibly third chapter out tonight!

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He’s the one.

It’s always been him.

It was only ever him.

But, he’s no longer here.

The only thing left of him is his flesh blown to chunks all around me.

His blood pools under my knees, causing my white dress to fuse to my skin.

The dress every girl dreams of.

The emotions bubble underneath my skin like a fire raging.

I lift my head from the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life with scanning the entirety of the chapel.

I’m the only one left who hasn’t been reduced to a soulless sack of red meat.

My hands vibrating out of rage cradle Felix’s slack face, his eyes still open but no longer are they filled with life. They stare emptily back into my own. The tears fall before I can stop them. Our faces are now wet with my tears as footsteps echo throughout the hollow church. I can’t bring myself to realize the danger that I’m in. As the echoing grows louder, I’m still locked in place. Utter and complete sadness keeps me from wanting to run from the threat no doubt coming back to finish the job.

I want to die.

I only wanted to live for Felix.

He was my light.

Now, that light has been snuffed out.

It’s not until the steps fault and the heat from a body nearly burns me that I finally turn to face the reasoning for my pain. A mangled sob lodges itself in my throat as I wipe the tears from my blurry vision and he comes into view.

Evil spills from every angle of his hard body. He’s covered head to toe in black. His features are dark as his eyes scan my body from the bottom up, pausing slightly at the way my hands grip my lost love’s lax face, continuing up to stop at my face. My pristinely finished makeup is no doubt washed away and mixed with my tears. I look at how his eyes soften as he takes me in fully. He takes a cautious step toward me but stops when I flinch, gathering as much of my fiances bloodied body as I can into my lap.

They can’t take him.

He was supposed to be mine.

I cringe slightly as I feel more of his warm blood soaking through my dress, leeching onto my clammy skin. I somehow manage to hold his back to my chest. His head lulls hitting my shoulder with its full weight. I try to support him by wrapping my arms around his middle, but I realize there’s not much of his middle left. He has a big hole in the center of his chest and one lower. I look around us and see organs that should be inside him.

No, no, no.

This isn’t right.

That should all be inside of his body.

I look where my arms are resting, and notice where some of his innards are falling out because of my hold. I rush of anxiety runs throughout my body and I’m frantically trying to push everything back inside of him. More tears spill and this time guttered sobs escape with them. My hands are slick with his life force, my once pale skin now is a stained red. I raise my hands from their useless task as more heady emotions surge through my nervous system. Turning my palms towards the floor, a dull sparkle from my engagement ring steals my attention. The soft glow of warm light from a mixture of candles and yellow light catches at the different angles of the 4-carat emerald-cut diamond ring. I try to recall the night he proposed but all I can see when I close my eyes are his lifeless eyes and how his body weighs me down.

“Y/n.” My eyes flutter open when the man calls out to me. He is now kneeling beside Felix and me. His eyes are still soft, I almost think I see a dusting of emotion brimming but his expression changes quickly, shielding me from what he’s feeling.

“It’s time to let him go.” He reaches out to take Felix from me but I hiss at his attempt. Keeping his hand out he watches me carefully, “Y/n this isn’t him anymore and you know that.” Felix’s body has slumped down so his head is back in my lap. His dull eyes are still open and looking up at me. I choke out a cry as another way of reality sets in that he’s no longer with me.

He left me alone once again.

He promised to always be by my side.

With an uneven breath, I reach a hand out to his face. Tracing his features for a final time, desperate to commit the feel of his skin to my memory. My fingers, now sticky with his blood, glide over his eyelids shutting them. I press a kiss on each of them and then to his lips. The coldness of his skin leaves a chill deep in my bones and sends a pang of sadness directly to my heart. I lean back and face the man before me. His face is still dark with an emotion I can’t decipher but he still has the warm glow of life coursing through him and when I look back at the man laying dead on top of me I finally release my weak grip on the body of the man I once loved and extend my hand to the still living one beside me.

He ignores my hand and wraps one underneath my shoulder causing me to hug his neck as his other arm snakes under my knees. Felix’s body rolls onto the ground, leaving him in an unnatural position. I force myself to look away from the body and look up at my… rescuer. Surely he must be. If he was here to kill me he wouldn’t have bothered to remove me from the murderous scene. The stench of blood and death floods my senses and it causes me to gag. It overwhelms me and the adrenaline leaves my system, taking its toll on my body.

So tired I let it consume me.

I let the darkness cloud the pain that’s wrapping its claws around my heart and soul.

Before it completely takes control I feel the man hold me closer to his hard body, his grip tightening in a protective way that causes a microscopic amount of pain to lift from my soul.

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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An Unambiguous Love [9/10]: Trial Runs

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 9 word count: 3751

A/N: Sorry this is a little later than usual, I got home from work and started watching Spree and got distracted by how I am so sure I could fix Kurt Kunkle, but you're not here to hear about my poor taste in men lol.

You really don’t feel too good over the next few days. You take the Sunday off sick, and the Monday. Tuesday is your day off anyway, and in the late afternoon, your brother shouts to you that you have a visitor, though he doesn’t name them. You think that strange of him, since he’s met all your friends by now, he knows all of them by name. You make your way downstairs and see Tiffany at your door, looking worse for wear than you feel. You recognise the pale green complexion, though, and crane your neck around to see Eddie sitting in his van, reading a book. Tiffany pipes up, “I found him and asked him to bring me here after school. I hope that’s okay.”

“You wanna come and sit down after the drive?” you ask with a smirk, and she nods with wide eyes. With a soft chuckle, you let her in and close the door behind her. You get her some water and guide her to the couch.

"So how are you holding up?" she asks.

You blow out a harsh breath. "I don't know. I hate taking time off work, I'm hoping this all clears up by tonight so I can come in tomor-"

"Don't you dare even, Jesse's already taking over that one for you, too, so you can be back at 100%."

You scoffs, "He barely likes doing his own shifts, let alone covering for me! Why would he do that?"

She shrugs. "Knowing him growing up, the only thing I could say is that he'll want to use it as leverage, maybe he plans to "call sick" himself once you're better? I dunno. So what happened? Steve came in to see you on Sunday and he seemed real concerned about you."

You hold your head in your hands. "Tiff, I really don't need your whole spiel about how Steve and I are star-crossed lovers or whatever, alright? I'm sorry, I'm just really not in the mood to entertain it right now."

She frowns, "I'm being serious, Y/N. He's been in, that Eddie guy's been. Those other freshmen that are always in the store even came and found me in the cafeteria today to ask about you." A warm smile spreads along your face. "So, are you going to tell me what's up?"

"What do you already know?" You ask.

"I know you went out to the movies with those two boys, and then you saw your other friends, and then you've been ill ever since," she explains slowly.

You nod, "Well, the truth is… I got overwhelmed, because I think I was supposed to have been set up on a date." Tiffany chokes on her water. "But I couldn't think of how, or why, or even who it was that wanted it, I mean… Like, yeah, we've all always been close as friends, but if I'd have known that I was accidentally leading one of them on - or both of them - I wouldn't have been that way so much with both of them… But it's so weird, it's not like I do that with all new friends, I've never been compelled to invite Ralph over to cuddle and watch movies with like I have the other two." You hold your head in your hands again. "Now I don't know if they expected more of me, or maybe they thought they had to go along with these things even if they didn't want -"

"Let me stop you there, just… Breathe a second," Tiffany strokes your shoulder. "They certainly care about you. It's obvious even now, when you're not around. I don't think they'd be like that if they felt any ill will towards you." Tiffany herself takes a deep breath in. "In all honesty, I don't think even I could tell you which one is into you, really. Maybe you should just… Ask each one on an actual, real date?"

"I don't want to ruin what we have, if they like it like that, too." You throw yourself back onto the couch, head leaning up to stare at the ceiling. "Oh god, what have I done?!"

"Don't frame it as a date, then. Just… Hang out with them, one-on-one. Invite them somewhere," Tiffany suggests.

You gently put a hand to her face. "How are you wiser than me, when you're years younger?"

She shrugs. "It's a blessing and a curse, honestly." You both laugh and she starts to say her goodbyes.

As she reaches the door, you say, "Hey, uh… Tell Eddie I miss him, will you? And I give you full permission to tell Steve whenever you want to, as well. As long as there's no more matchmaking. I've got to take that on now," you nod, and Tiffany does back, too.

"Of course I will," she agrees with a smile, hugging you in the doorway. You watch her climb back into Eddie's van, and catch his eye briefly. He looks at you with his classic soft smile, but his eyes are sad. It changes his whole face. You smile back and wave at him. He flutters his fingers back at you before reversing out.

You go to your room and open up your journal. You split a double page spread into four: two rows labelled with each boys' name, and two columns labelled "pros" and "cons". The only issue is… There are no cons. There are no downsides to either one of your best friends. That's why you've been able to become so close to them so quickly.

Giving yourself some more time to take care of yourself, the next day you call up Eddie first. It's only fair, he's seen you in person the most recently, he deserves an explanation.

He still sounds so enthusiastic on the phone. "How are you? Are you better now? It's so nice to hear your voice again."

"I'm… Fine, Eds, thank you. Just a quick one, I know you've got Hellfi-"

"If you need to, I can postpone -"

"No, that's very sweet of you, but this'll only take a second. Would you like to get dinner tomorrow? I'm only working early, and there's that Italian place downtown that I swear does pizza that's actually made to taste like how I thought that takeaway one was, but I can't get a whole one for myself, and… It'd be nice to catch up, just us two. What do you say?"

"Ooh, dinner at a fancy restaurant? Sounds like a date," he teases.

"Call it what you want, Munson, are you in?"

You can hear the grin on his face. "Hell yeah. Call me when you're home from work and we'll go from there, okay?"

The whole morning of the next day, you'd been trying desperately to plan this all out perfectly. You're only working the opening shift, so you can go home, get ready, and meet Eddie at your favourite proper restaurant, for a proper dinner. You'd had everything down to the letter.

And then Jesse just had to call off his closing shift. And you took that as a sign that this was how you're supposed to "repay" his kindness. You'd really rather not, but between Jesse and Eddie, you decide Eddie would be far more accommodating to the idea of rescheduling. You phone him up, having his and Steve's numbers memorised by now, and explain your situation. He understands, naturally, though the disappointment is clear in his tone. He tells you he'll figure something out, and to enjoy the rest of your shift.

Later on, disgruntled by the fact you're still working, though glad it's almost over, you're so busy with your usual closing routine that the doorbell ringing throws you off. You manage to get out a, "Sorry, we're closed!" but not before letting out a small squeal of surprise.

"Well, that sound was mighty delicious," you don't even have to turn around to know from the tone of his drawl that Eddie has the widest smirk on his face. Sure enough, his head is cocked as though he's admiring you, sucking his half-smiling bottom lip in and out between his teeth. If you give yourself more than a split second to admire it, you'd be lost for words.

"Point still stands, Munson. Can't serve you. Sorry," you shrug, mirroring his head tilt.

"Really? You won't do me one solid as compensation for standing me up?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"I did not!" You throw your cleaning rag at him, which he manages to dodge with a cackle. "Blame Jesse the jerk for calling off at the last minute."

Eddie pulls a face. "Ugh. Yeah. Don't love that guy. Buuuut I am feeling a little buffered now, getting all excited for a dinner that never happened. Especially since I got all dolled up," you hadn't even realised, since its all sleek black, but he's ditched the denim, kept the leather jacket, and is wearing a button-down shirt that is far too flattering to look at without gawping, especially when the top few buttons are undone just enough for his tattoos to peek through. When you manage to catch his eye, he smirks, "You got anything to help with that?" Eddie-the-date seems to be emulating Steve's usual cockiness when he's around other girls, but you try and put that thought out of your head. No thinking about Steve. This is Just Eddie.

You quirk an eyebrow to try and match his energy. "Got anything in mind?"

Eddie's cocky half-smile breaks out into a full beam. "Yeah, I got somethin'. How's about an apology kiss?"

Your brain freezes for a moment. You, Eddie and Steve all have your flirtatious banter, sure, and what happens at parties, well, it's always stayed at parties. And here Eddie is offering it up as if it's normal for all of you.

Trying to remain cool and collected, your eyes scan your surroundings until you see the jars of assorted dice, sorted by shape, that sit on this particular counter. You grab a d20, press it into Eddie's hand, hold his fingers to wrap around it and grin back, "Roll for persuasion." You have no idea how you've managed to make that so smooth, but you've done it. Though only for a split second, you have successfully rendered Edward Munson speechless.

"Alright, alright, what's the difficulty?" he eventually asks, shaking it around in his fist.

You suck in a breath through your teeth. You don't want to look desperate here, just in case. You eventually settle for, "20. Flat roll."

Eddie kisses his teeth. "Alright, fair enough, let's go." He flicks it onto the table, and…

"Ah, 16. Too bad," you scrunch your face up jokingly and lean back to start heading over to pick up your cleaning rag, but Eddie gently places a finger underneath your chin.

"You're forgetting something, sweetheart," his voice is lower, softer, yet more gruff. You narrow your eyes in questioning and he starts to pull you over the counter, closer to him. "That's just on the die," he tiptoes to lean right over to close the gap between you two, whispering so close to your mouth that his warm breath tickles your lips, "I got a plus 5 proficiency." Eddie kisses you in a way that is both brand new and yet every way he kisses into one. The tenderness of his usual, affectionately-high kisses, mixed with the fervorous intent of his passionately-drunk kisses. It's soft in nature, yet strong in practice. It lasts for one long peck, followed immediately by a short one, then a shared look of genuine elation between you. "Did that hit, by chance?"

Feeling the rush, you ask, "Wanna try your luck again?"

Eddie cocks his head in that way that makes you Feel Things again. "What do I get out of a natural 20?" He asks as he blindly feels for and picks up the die again.

Trying to test entirely what the vibe may be including a certain other someone, you tell him, "For that, let's throw in Harrington, too."

"Hot damn!" Eddie sings as he fully slings the die across the counter.

You tut and shake your head. "Your plus five doesn't help you on a ten, does it?

Eddie taps his chin in thought, closing one eye as he focuses. "Trying to think of what spells and abilities get me back up there again…"

You giggle, "If you can think of any that get you back to 20 off the top of your head, I'll get Steve myself."

Eddie's teeth practically go through his lip as he bites it in contemplation. Finally too weak to combat your urges, you let your mind wander. To you biting his lip for him. Just taking it between your own teeth and pulling it right out until it slips back out again. The sounds he'd make from that, the desperation to get back to it. Daydream!Eddie just can't get enough, going back to kiss you and gently nibble on your lip so you take the hint about what he wants from you. Daydream!Eddie's hands are on your ass cheeks, gripping and releasing with every bite.

But it's not just you two in this scenario. Daydream!Steve is stood directly behind you, head bent to kiss and bite your neck. His hands squeeze your hips as they pull you back flush against his chest before sliding up to possessively grab at your breasts. Both pretend boys are absolutely all over you, and within that universe, you are entirely content.

Real Life Eddie takes you out of that by drumming on the counter as he continues to think, getting himself more and more frustrated before growling. "Why is my mind so blank now?!" He doesn't seem to have noticed your transfixed-on-nothing eyes, or burning hot cheeks.

Wishing you had the same issue, you try to hide your blushing face by keeping your head down and looking for your rag once again. "Sorry, Munson. Rules is rules."

He tuts and gently punches the counter. "Rules is rules, and that's final. Yeah. Can't argue with that."

"Do you at least feel somewhat… Compensated for missing out on dinner?"

Eddie smiles softly. "It's not a transaction really, but let's say sure. You gonna be okay getting home tonight?" He starts fidgeting with his shirt in a somewhat awkward manner.

You chuckle and nod. "I'll be fine, you go put some Eddie clothes back on. Sorry again -"

Eddie cuts you off, but not before a brief moment to check you out as you bend over, completely unnoticed by you. "No apology necessary. Maybe we'll just reschedule. Or maybe that'll just jinx us again?"

Once stood back up, you shrug, "Who knows. Night, Munson." You decide to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and he turns on his heel before you can notice it turning just as red as yours.

"Goodnight. Get home safe," he waves over his shoulder before heading back out.

Once everything is done but the locking of the door, all the evening's events hit you at once, so hard that you end up just sitting on the floor between the comic aisles. You and Eddie kissed. Sober. You didn't expect to be doing that with these dates. Is he going to expect more, now? What about Steve? Should he know? Would he have any opinion of it? Everything between the three of you has been mutual and friendly, would it be better if he got to kiss you, too? But it wouldn't be fair if one was more natural and the other one "only" happened to balance things out. But what if Steve doesn't want to kiss you while he's sober?

You hold your head in your hands and try to clear your thoughts. You're able to eventually come to the conclusion that you're simply overthinking everything. You decide to just put all those thoughts away, dump them into your journal later, then slam that thing shut and instead focus on how you’re going to ask Steve out now.

You can’t really go on a real date with Steve, since you didn’t technically go on one with Eddie. But, the next day, knowing you’re both closing, you decide to end things a little early and surprise Steve with a visit. As soon as he sees you, he rushes over and pulls you in for a tight, lingering hug. Much like how Eddie had been acting like Steve the day before, this certainly feels like more of an Eddie reaction to you. You squeeze him back, hoping to squeeze out any other comparison to Eddie when tonight is about Steve. “How are you, now?” Steve asks.

“Better,” you nod with a weak smile. “Uh, hey, I know it’s late and all, but did you wanna just… I dunno, drive around? Go hang out some place? Just us two?”

“Yeah, sure! You want me to drive? I can take you to my favourite spot,” he suggests, and you nod.

He spends most of the drive catching you up on all the things the kids have been up to and talking about while you’ve been away from it all. Apparently, you’ve really got Jane into the world of comics, which Mike wants to someday thank you for in person.

You vaguely recognise the area around the lake he’s driving towards. You’ve seen the lake on your map. The one shaped like a heart. If you think about its name too long, you’ll start getting nervous about Steve’s intentions and panic. But, isn’t this whole evening all about finding out Steve’s intentions? Maybe he’s picked Lovers’ Lake on purpose.

He leads you to where some large rocks converge onto a soft patch of grass, but instead of sitting at either of those spaces, like you do as you perch on a rock, he instead starts patrolling the area while staring at the ground. “You good?” you ask with a laugh.

“Who, me? Just swell. Hey, uh, you ever skimmed stones before? It’s like, my favourite thing to do here. But I think I’ve used up all the good ones,” he pulls a face.

Rolling your eyes, you hop off the rock you’d just sat on. “No way you’ve used up every good one. Maybe you’re just looking for the easy ones.”

Steve gasps dramatically, “Are you questioning how good I am?!”

“As someone who’s never done it before, absolutely,” you giggle, finally finding one that looks like it’s got a relatively smooth surface.

“Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got,” Steve’s stance is cocky, his head tipped to one side as he looks you up and down with a smirk. It flusters you for a second before you regain your composure. You flick your wrist as you throw the stone, and it bounces once off of the surface of the water before ultimately sinking beneath it. You raise your arms in celebration and cheer, and Steve chuckles at you. "Wow, never before have I seen such excitement over such a feeble attempt."

You cross your arms, "Like you could do any better!"

"Watch and learn, babe," he smirks, picking another one up and throwing it out at the water. It bounces twice, awkwardly, before tumbling into the water.

You raise your eyebrows, “And that was supposed to be better than my attempt?”

“Sorry, isn’t - isn’t two more than one?” Steve presses a finger to his lip and looks up, laughing as you shove him away.

“Yeah, but at least mine was all smooth! Yours was, like…” You wave your hands up and down alternately. He mimics you mockingly, so you exaggerate your movements further still until you both start hitting each others’ hands, eventually collapsing into each other with laughter.

“Look, why don’t I show you how it’s done?” Steve picks out another stone and presses it into your hand. He moves behind you, gently kicking at your feet to guide them before cradling his body around yours, one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around the hand holding the stone. “Now,” his voice is low and soft in your ear, “a lot of people say it’s all in the wrist, but you’ve gotta angle yourself right, too, right?” You nod, swallowing hard. “So just get a feel for things, like this.” Using your hip and your hand as leverage, Steve starts guiding you to swivel at the hips, from side to side. His hand squeezes your hip just a little, and your breath hitches as you take a deep breath in. You feel Steve breathe out against your neck, his breath hitching, too.

He wriggles the fingers of the hand holding yours until he’s gotten you to drop the stone entirely, before guiding you round to face him. He slips his hands into yours and leans down to kiss you sweetly. Soft, lingering pecks, one after another after another. Usually, Steve smiles into his kisses, and you can feel it, but this time it feels more… Intense.

Your mind wanders again, to Steve kissing down to your neck, his hand reaching up into your hair as he backs you against the larger rock you’d been perched on earlier. Eddie’s here now, too, kissing your mouth with open lips and hands that inch further and further down your body. Daydream!Steve pulls you back to kiss you fully, as daydream!Eddie seems to sink lower and lowe-

You pull yourself out of the very real kiss still happening between you and Steve with a sharp intake of breath. He shuffles his weight between his feet and drops your hands. "We, uh, should get you back to your car again soon, right? Is everyone home tonight or is it just you and… Marvin?"

"Look at you, on first name terms!" You playfully bat his arm as you both start walking back to his car.

"Shut up," he laughs bashfully.

The ride back is quieter than the one there, but it's not awkward. Not until you've given Steve a goodbye kiss on the cheek just like you did with Eddie, and then you've gotten into your car and made it safely out of the lot. Only once you're alone with your thoughts do you realise how screwed you really are.

Both "dates" were equally amazing, in their own rights. But your wandering thoughts ultimately kept bringing you back to the same wish: you couldn't help but want the other person there, too.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #fluff #aul #*myfics

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abiiors · 11 months

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Slow footsteps, purposeful and loud approach my bedroom door, and then stop right before it. He's waiting, like an old ritual, a secret rite, for me to open the door and welcome him in. He remains silent until that time, not even his voice entering my small space without permission, not on days like this.

"Come in"

Huddled beneath my duvet, record player repeating ok computer over and over, an endless loop of human misery. He shuffles in and takes note of the room, the messy desk space with at least 4 cups, the laundry hamper tipped on uts side and the papers that had clung to my wall ripped down.

"What happened?"

That question. Always that question. And always the same answer

"Don't know"

Watching him carefully from beneath my cuddly prison, eyes perring over the edge when he starts to pick up papers, observe them and put them back on the wall. Astonishingly he puts them back exactly as they were, one by one painstakingly slow,

"You know Adam was talking about the new riff you learned. Said he was well impressed"

"Mmm" a disinterested hum, well that's a lie, I was very interested really, but I couldn't bring myself to express that. Not right now.

Watching as he places the final few papers, photos and frames on the wall. Exactly as they had been before,

"How did you--"

"You don't think I remember these things?"

Why would I? What reason could he possibly have to remember the layout of my bedroom and the frivolous decor that littered it like leaves on the forest floor.

"No, why would you?" Spoken with sass, maybe too much, it was effort, but I wanted to make a point, to show how weird I thought that was

"It's little bits of you, your room, so of course I have it memorised"

I want to cry, to hug him, to express how much that moment means to me, but I can't, because in 17 locking myself in my room and hes 18 picking up the pieces.

Bundling clothes back into the laundry hamper he organises organises while he does, sat crisscross applesauce on the wooden slats, folding them carefully and inspecting each for holes,

"Ya know, you nicked a few of these from me"

Hes holding up an old flannel, soft and warm, he had leant it to me maybe 2 years ago one day, cold in the snow I hadn't brought a coat (because I didn't own one) and so he had run inside to bundle me up in something. I forgot to give it back but when I found it again I decided to keep it. To wear it when I wanted to be held.

"Might have to reclaim them-"

"No. Mine now"

"Is that so?" Looking back at me, I barely see the smirk on his face before I duck back beneath my covers, unwilling to show myself.

"Mhm"

"Well alright then. Consider them yours"

"Already did"

He laughs. He ctually laughs. Amidst the pit of misery my room has become his laigh rings clear unstifled by the smothering air of depression I had been living under.

Moving to stand again, dusting himself off and looking around, eyes landing on the desk. Long strides towards it, hand sresting on the back of the chair, looking over the various clutter

"Dostoevesky? Bit cliche"

"It's not"

"It really is, no more of this for you"

Pulling the book from the desk and waving ut about,

"Frankly I think I might bin it."

"Dont"

"Make me"

I don't even realise I'm up until he grinning down at me from his position, pinned to my desk. Snatching the book from his hands. But he doesn't seem to care, letting his hands fall to my forearms, steadying me as the realisation hits me that this has all been an elaborate ploy.

"Got you up didn't I?"

"Your a prick"

"A prick that loves you. As your best friend it is my duty to annoy you out of depression" pulling me closer, cheek smushed to his chest, and I let my arms wrap around him,

"It's going to be ok sweetheart" Pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head, swaying gently

"Let's get you dressed yeah?"

"But I don't know what to wear"

"Luck for you, I'm a style icon" as much as I wanted to laugh at the way he says it, I do really think he is "ill do pick for you, all you have to pick is what I'm making you for breakfast"

I think this is one of the best ones I have been sent! Seriously :((( I love it so much oh my god ❤️

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daz4i · 3 months

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atsushi for the ask game? 👀

thank you!!! <3

First impression: "huh. that sure is a protagonist" (2016. this was in 2016. i had a bad taste back then and automatically disliked protags due to being an edgy teenager)

Impression now: son boy allowed. i have legally adopted him 👍

Favorite moment: any time he ever went sicko mode, best one is probably in dead apple where he has flashbacks and screams about how a tiger will use its claws when cornered. ALSO!!! goncahrov battle using rashomon for the first time, but that's more of a sskk moment than just atsushi 🖤

Idea for a story: atsushi has a good day where he gets to relax and hang out with his friends and no one tears his leg off 👍 amen

Unpopular opinion: i've seen people say he's boring/generic or whiny and i highly disagree. he's not boring he's like one of the most interesting and unique protags I've seen of his character trope (of like, the whole positive inspirational guy who has to save everyone that you mainly see in shonen), like he's bitter and petty and down to fight not to prove himself or w/e but bc someone pissed him off. at the start of the story his main motivator is money and he's not even ashamed to admit it. he roasts people around him and isn't naive or bright-eyed optimistic. AND he's not whiny he's just mentally ill 😭 i'd argue the anime's first season's oversaturation of his flashbacks scenes is what gave off that impression to a lot of people

Favorite relationship: would sskk being too easy of a pick. in that case i'll say 1 his friendship with kyouka, like his refusal to give up on her, his protectiveness over her, spoiling her even when he doesn't have to bc he wants to make sure she has a good time when he only knew her for one day??? and how their bond transcends time and space and they're still so close in beast 🥺🥺🥺 I Care Them 2 yeah i'm biased abt this one, his relationship with dazai. i love that he takes no shit from him but still clearly respects him and sees him as someone safe that he can trust. and i have so many other things to say i might have to make an entire post just about that tbh

Favorite headcanon: oh i have that whole theory about his name that afaik hasn't been debunked yet. you know how in beast the orphanage director refers to him by number? implying all the orphans have a number. i assume, since he was abandoned as a baby, he wasn't named by his parents. or at least if he was, it's not like he had any way to know what name they chose for him. ANYWAY you know how he quotes smth from one of irl nakajima's works. but claims he doesn't remember the name of the author. i think he just took it 👍 he wanted a name, he felt connected to this book. he might've not even realize this is where he saw that name before, and thought he chose a name at random, when the name on the book's cover was already worn out with time to the point of being unreadable yet it was still written in his subconscious!

#(i'm sorry i kept the story one for the end and i was already tired of typing after all the others)#(also i def posted that theory before. but still)

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mbirnsings-71 · 11 months

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What if i just start reading comics but just for Bernard because of you??? WHat then??? I am now happy when i see Bernard pictures from you, i need content now...

OH BUDDY DO I HAVE A LIST FOR YOU CAUSE I HAD TO TELL @cannimochi THE SAME EXACT LIST LET ME TELL YOU

OKAY SO BERNARD'S FIRST APPEARANCE IS IN TIM'S ROBIN RUN OF 1993 SPECIFICALLY ISSUE #121 IS WHERE HE FIRST APPEARS OKAY OKAY AND THEN HE APPEARS IN ISSUES #122, #123, #126, #127, AND ISSUE #140 of Tim's Robin run but also gets a name drop in issue #141 but other than that isn't really there and he's in Batman issue #631 (2004) but other than that that's the most we get to see out of Bernard for a while and where I'm really out of my Depth what to say because I haven't read those issues yet so onto the stuff I have read...

He gets reintroduced in Batman Urban Legends issues #4, #5, #6, and #10, but if you're reading this on somewhere like Google play books and find the Batman urban legends Volumes (Cause Volumes and issues are different I've learned that! I went head first into this and got the Jason and Bruce Cheerdrops story out of it so Like I'm content that was the first comic I bought on Google Play books my god-) first The Tim and Bernard story is gonna be in the second Volume or if you just want the specific content of that particular story there is the "DC Pride: Tim Drake Special (2022) #1" Which contains The Batman Urban Legends Issues we covered but also a story that directly leads into the Tim Drake: Robin Run which is where I keep sending you Bernard Photos from whenever I get to infodump about this guy.

There is also a Story about them in the "DC Pride 2022 (2022) #1" called Special Delivery which is really just a sweet pride Story for them it makes me ill because god plus the art for that particular story is by Travis Moore so that's fun and neat and I can probably share it with you if you want.

Now where Bernard really continues to be a supporting character and where we actually continue to learn about him is the recent Tim Run a.k.a Tim Drake: Robin because he's in literally every issue, he gets at least one appearance in each issue. Where we learn about him the most though is in Tim Drake: Robin issue #7 where it's told through his POV and we get his inner thoughts. I really enjoy it, but you can tell I just care about the guy. He also gets a Cameo in Batman #132 (2023), but again it's a small cameo that I can just show you the page it's on if wanted.

Not Canon, (High emphasis on Not Canon because it really is just a fun light-hearted thing to read if you want) but like there's also the Wayne Family Adventures webtoon and if you're looking for Bernard content there you're going to want Episodes 40 and 41 (Better and Brighter part one and two)

But yeah that's really all I know about Bernard's comic appearances which is a list I gathered from This post here which talks about the sadder parts of Bernard's backstory if you want to read that!!:

Have fun Learning more about Bernard because literally I am incapable of shutting up about the info I retain about this guy!! (I can not help the characters I ramble about I am so sorry that this is so long-)

#Hoku stuff!!#Ru Stuff!!#I'm still kinda new to Comics but the least I can do is give an infodump of the stuff I have learned about this one specific side character #because I didn't mean to get attached to him it just sort of happened his character growth is really interesting to me it's so #Bernard Dowd #Tim Drake: Robin #Madi talks about DC which has been their hyperfixation since February so I'm learning okay I'm willing to learn more #like right now I really need to continue reading the 1998 YJ Comic I have it and I just haven't have the time to read it so yeah okay cool #dc comics #DC #Have fun with this Ramble because it's a lot my god #never let me talk holy moly

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cornflakegetmilking · 11 months

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Bittersweet Cravings

Warning: this fic contains possesion, alot of killing, oh also some saucy moments

Sauce Warning - Sauceless

Chapter 4: Beneath You

Flakes sat on the desk in the trophy room still in disbelief about the situation they were in. They looked up seeing Jack sitting on his chair with a smug grin as he looked down at them. They would be furious right now if it werent for the fact they still in shock.

"S-so what?! Im now like some sort of property to you?!" They managed to finally speak up.

"Well i wouldn't say property but more as my living trophy! It's not often you see a shapeshifter!" He placed his palm under his chin still observing them, amused by their reactions and expressions as he usually saw the quiet and calm side of Flakes.

"Yeah cuz most of us are dead! While half of us still alive ones are hiding away from any civilization! Of course we're not oftenly seen!" They yelled only to receive a chuckle.

"And yet here's one right in front of me! Say can you tell me if all shapeshifters are this small? Or is it just you?" He teased and received a glare.

He was like a child who had just gotten a toy they had wanted for a long time. He was excited, amused and fascinated in this moment.

"C-can you please take this seriously for a second?! Why capture me? Why didn't you kill me like every other shapeshifters faith? How did you even find out i was a shapeshifter in the fist place-" They were cut off rudely by Jack pressing their lips together to shut them up.

He seem agitated but somehow still had a smile on his face.

"You talk too much for someone who's under my control..." He chuckled before letting go. "But I'm in a good mood so ill answer your questions! It's the least i can do after capturing you! Now first of all i didn't kill you because i would prefer you alive, just the mere sight of you makes people's skin crawl and i love that scare factor you give on others. Not only that but your shape-shifting abilities would be some use to me, sure i have a lot of men under my control but their power is ehhh... its not the best! But you on the other hand? Ohoho you're a killing machine!"

"Please don't call me that..." Flakes cringed a bit.

"And about me finding out you were a shapeshifter? Well it wasn't hard to find out! I had a book about all sorts of magical entities and after studying about your kind it was only a matter of observing you closely! Also you were pretty gullible and clumsy enough to believe all the things i say to get your little ewrs twitching!" He grinned.

Flakes pouted and touched their ears in embarrassment.

"Stupid ears..." They muttered.

"Oh also crystal ball! It was easy to track you down with it once i found you suspicious!" He held the ball proudly in his hands that showed an image of Flakes in the moment.

Flakes covered their body immediately after hearing this, feeling an immediate lack of privacy as their face went red in embarrassment.

"I think i saw you shapeshift at least 3 or 4 times this week? Also you have a lot of splotch marks on your furless skin!" He quietly laughed watching their facial expression of horror as they felt violated.

He's seen them nude?! They thought in panic and shock.

"I-im sorry- I- You stalked me?!" They barked.

"Well of course! How else was i supposed to be extra sure you were a shapeshifter?" He snickered as he got up to set the crystal ball away on his bookshelf of other magical items.

Flakes was fully enraged as they let out a growl and tried to pounce towards him to scratch him on his face only for him to move out the way quickly, making them slam face first onto the shelves instead.

"O-owww!!!" They whimpered holding onto their nose as they fell to the floor in pain, checking if their nose was broken or bleeding after the impact. Only for their arm to be grabbed harshly and pulled towards Jack's face in an intimidating matter.

"Well someone's being a bit feisty now huh?" He gripped tighter making Flakes let out a inhuman cry in pain. "I'd break your arm or throw you against the wall right now... but as i said i need you alive and whole..."

With that he lets go, dropping them to the floor. Flakes scooched away, trembling in fear and pain as they rubbed their arm in agony. Jack's eyes looked at the pained expression on their face before looking at their collar that seemed to shake a bit making him sigh and bend down to pick them up genty and set them on his chair for them to be comfortable. He caressed their cheek while a look disgust formed on his face as he did so.

"I didn't hurt you too much did i?" His voice was soft and gentle...

Flakes looked at him and frowned, they could see right through him, his lies and his acts... but despite everything they were still were an idiot in love... letting him pretend just to feel something.

"Im fine... you didn't break my bones, don't worry..." They responded with a sigh.

"Good... i wouldn't want to break you so quickly..." He checked their arm for a quick second for any bruises or damages before pulling away and opening his drawer to dig through and look for something.

"What are you doing now?" They asked anxiously.

" About your claws... since you tried to scratch me..." He glared at them for a while before looking back in the drawer.

Flakes looked at them worried and held their own hands and poked at their own nails.

"W-what about them?" They frowned.

"Well i don't want you getting any other ideas again..." He pulled out a pair of nail clippers and put his hand out, asking for their hand.

Flakes frowned more as they looked at his hand. They've always loved their claws and made sure to maintain them but now they were being taken away.

"B-but-" They wanted to complain but was cut off once again.

"You tried to scratch me didn't you? This is your punishment... maybe in time when they grow back I'll let you keep them... But as of now i need them off..." He looked at them sternly.

Flakes paused but nodded in sadness as they hesitantly placed their hand on his. Jack smiled and gently pressed his thumb on their knuckles and massaged them as if trying to soothe them while he started to trim down their once sharp nails. However it wasn't helping much as they watched their nails get clipped one by one they couldn't help but let out whines and whimpers as a few tears brimmed out their eyes. It felt like their dignity was being taken away. Jack noticed and let out an annoyed sigh so he wiped their tears off with his stained thumb.

"Shhhh it's okay. They'll grow back anyways okay? What do i have to do to rid of this negativity you feel right now?" He was forced to do something to make them feel better or else their capture would be all for nothing... he didn't admit it but he did keep the man's words in mind.

Flakes seemed upset still and didn't know how to respond so Jack groaned as he decided to think of something by himself. So he cups their cheeks and pets them in hopes that would soothe them even just a bit. It seemed to have work cause they finally stopped whimpering and started cooing in his hold, their ears twitching happily in his touch. Jack couldn't help but look away in disgust as he continued petting them.

"T-that feels nice..." They cooed softly.

"Yeah yeah you better be enjoying it you lil freak..." He then finally let's go and dusts his hands on his suit. "Feel better?"

"Uh... yeah i guess..." Flakes blushed, a bit surprised from the petting as they touched their own cheeks.

"Good. Now that you seem calm we can finally talk about what's next for you!" He held them by the scruff to make them sit on his desk so he could go back to his seat.

"W-what? What do you mean?" They asked genuinely confused.

"Patience! Let me talk for a minute here! You already did alot of talking in the past few minutes!" He growled a bit but continued. "Now you're gonna live with me for now on!" He was cut off making him pout in annoyance.

"What?! Why?!" They got their lips pressed shut again by his fingers.

"Cmon can't you be quiet for a second here and let me finish?!" He yelled making Flakes finally go quiet as he lets go of their lips. "Thank you! Ugh! Now as i was saying! You're living with me for now on so no other hunter decides to hunt you down! Since a part of your true form is exposed you could become an easy target for them! Since aparently your species is that terrifying to the point that everyone wants to kill you!" He laughed a bit in disbelief. "I personally don't see why!"

Flakes raised their hand wanting to ask a question which Jack rolled his eyes to.

"What now?" He groaned

"Why not just let me use my human form completely?" They asked straight forward not wanting to agitate Jack any more.

"Well i done want people thinking i just have some low life human next to me! I want them to know i have a rare powerful magical beast! Its bragging rights! And even if you kept your human form I'm pretty sure you already exposed your identity to the rest of the bakers out there!" He chuckled as Flakes frowned as if the realization just dawned on them. "Now i also don't feel like having to look through my crystal ball all the time just to see what you're up to! So to make it easier for me you'll be living with me! And don't worry about your stuff i already got my other servants to go get them for me!"

Once again Flakes raised their hand.

"You can talk now! Im done!" He groaned once more as he rubbed the brdige of his nose.

"Okay so uh- I'm not gonna ask about the whole sending your servants to get my stuff bizz since you already explained about the creepy stalking me thing. S-so i just got one question and that's... what makes you think I'll even stay with you at your place?!" They glared at him waiting for a response.

"Well you don't really have a choice! Unless you want to choke yourself with your collar be my guest!" He chuckled.

"Fuck..." Is all they could say.

"Also you clearly like the idea of staying with me anyways since your ears are twitching." He grinned wide.

"DAMN EARS!!!"

To Be Continue

#jack horner #jack horner x oc

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suikatto · 1 year

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This was the plot of a webcomic i wanted to write, but since i changed parts of the worldbuilding, i don't know if it still works, so lets use it to make a steddie ficlet

"Are you sure you this is going to work?" Steve asked again, watching as she lit up the last candle.

"Yes, i'm following the instructions the lady gave me" Robin answered, openning the book and flipping to the page she needed.

"Yeah, that lady definitly was a real witch" He rolled his eyes. Sometimes Robin got in his nerves with her insame ideas. "You know you got scammed, right?"

"I was not scammed, thank you very much" She looked at him with an annoyed expression. "She showed us the certificate"

"Could be fake" Steve shrugged.

"Shut up, dingus!" Robin waved her hand towards him. She was about to start the ritual.

As she said the words, Steve felt a cold breeze from behind and scooted closer to her. The circle of candles around the pentagram on the floor, the only source of light in the room. The flames flickering with the littlest movement from one of them. When Robin finished the summoning, both waited with held breath for the next.

But... nothing happened? After five minutes of holding eachother, Steve blurted out:

"Called it!"

"That bitch! I can't believ-"

The pentagram started to burn. The flames getting higher and higher, almost reaching the ceiling, making Steve worry that they would get in trouble with the landlord. Between the flames, a figured began to appear. It was tall and slender, with long horns. The two humans were once again hugging eachother, afraid of whatever it was that expected them behind the wall of flames.

Gradually, the fire dissipated, and they could see the figure more clearly. It looked like a man, around their age, with dark brown curly hair that was messly tied up, and a ill fitting suit, decorated with chains and pins. His big eyes made him look approachable, despite his sharp teeth and pointy ears. His skin was a pale blueish gray tone, but he still looked lively when he smiled.

"Good evening, mortals. My name is Edarzadar, but you can call me Eddie. I'll be your demon here today" He talked like a showman, which made Robin snort a laugh.

"What the fuck..." Steve murmured under his breath, but the demon noticed, turning his head to look at him. And the already big eyes seemed to widen with something akin to awe. Steve felt himself blush under that gaze.

"Uhh... Hi mister Eddie, i'm Robin and i summoned you to see if you could help us" her smiled was hesitant and forced. If it weren't for the urgency, she'd be shitting bricks.

Reluctantly, Eddie took his eyes off of Steve, now looking at Robin.

"H-How can i help you?" He stuttered a bit.

"So, our rent has gone up and we haven't been able to pay the last two months and our landlord said if we don't pay this month's we will be evicted, but we have nowhere to go and we have no family in town and we can't leave because of our jobs" Robin began to ramble with a pleading tone.

"Basically you need money" Eddie interrupted.

"Yes! Can you help us?" Robin stood up, making Steve fall from where he leaned on her.

"Yeah i can but it comes with a price" He glanced between the two humans. "Are you a couple?"

"Ew no! What does that have to do with it?" Robin makes a disgusted face. Steve looks offended.

"I'll cover your debts if he goes out on a date with me" The demon points at Steve, whose eyes go wide and mouth parts, incredulous.

"You can't cause he's strai-"

"Actually Robin, i was going to tell you before you decided to play witch" Steve stood up to look Robin in the eye. "A few weeks ago i went to a bar with some colleagues from college and hooked up with a guy. Afterwards, i dismissed because i thought it was a drunk accident, but i really liked it and i thought the guy was kinda cute. So... I guess i'm bisexual" He smiled. Robin's eyes began to tear up and she reached for a hug, squeezing him as much as she could. He hugged her back.

Eddie cleared his throat. "I'd hate to interrupt this lovely moment, but..." He got closer to Steve, invading his personal space. With a low and hoarse voice, he asked. "What do you say, big boy?"

Steve smiled, putting on the charming side of his King Steve persona. "I would love to"

I haven't written anything in years, english is not my first language, i didn't look for any misspellings AND i'm not a writer at all, so sorry for anything. Also if someone wants to take this prompt and write a full fic, feel free to do, but tag me please because i want to read

#and they lived happily ever after #with eddie paying the bills #steddie #platonic stobin #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #demon eddie munson #demon!eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie ficlet

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