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cuubism · 4 months

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bookstore cryptid dream part 11 -- the kidnapping installment

“Whatever happened to that poetry book?” Hob asks one day, sitting with Dream in the living room. He’s not sure why it comes to him.

Dream looks up from his book on the history of chocolate, tilting his head in question.

“The cursed one,” Hob elaborates.

“Ah.” Dream closes his book, looking very serious now. “I locked it away, somewhere safe, suitable for books such as that.”

“Didn’t destroy it?”

“Releasing such magic can sometimes have… unintended consequences.” He shakes his head, as if remembering prior such instances. “Best to simply contain it.”

“How many books like that are out there?” Hob asks curiously. Every day, he learns some new thing about the world from Dream. And how dangerous some books can, apparently, be.

“There are a selection. They are rare. For most books, their power lies in the words themselves. No need for occult spells.”

“Huh.” Hob supposes that makes sense. “But you don’t lock those ones away?”

Dream shakes his head. “No. They can be dangerous, though.”

Hob is still wildly curious about these actually magic books. Not that he’d particularly enjoyed getting cursed, but still, he wonders if any such thing will ever cross his path again. He supposes he should hope not.

It is fascinating, though.

Dream is missing.

It isn’t like last time, when The Library itself had been gone. That had freaked Hob the fuck out at the time, but now, he knows what it meant — that Dream had felt The Library itself was under threat, and had locked it for safekeeping.

Now, The Library is still there. The door creaks open, unlocked, as Hob pushes on it, letting him into the tiny foyer and first winding halls of stacks. The selection changes periodically — today’s categories include HOPE & ITS DISCONTENTS, “Libraries” (rather meta, Hob thinks), Books of Emptiness (Hob takes one off the shelf out of curiosity and finds it, indeed, empty), and S P E L L S, most of which seem to be dictionaries, actually? Strange. But then, that is The Library.

This is the third day of Hob coming back to The Library in the hopes of finding Dream, and having those hopes dashed. Hope and its discontents, indeed.

Everything is in its place. But Dream is nowhere to be found. He hasn’t been coming home. His books are still on the nightstand, his cardigan forgotten on a chair in the cafe. His study is the same, too, cluttered with notes and journals, abandoned cups of coffee on desks and side tables.

It hurts Hob’s heart to look at, even more than finding The Library gone. The place feels empty without Dream there. As soon as Hob steps in the front door, he can tell Dream hasn’t returned, simply for how grey everything feels.

He hopes nothing’s happened, that Dream was just called away on some urgent errand in the middle of the day, when Hob was busy, and it’s taking him longer than expected to resolve it. Dream is criminally bad at using his phone, to the extent that Hob sometimes isn’t convinced he owns one, and might just have forgotten texting is something he can do. They’ll have to have a talk about that, because he’s giving Hob a heart attack, but still it’s the best case scenario.

But it’s the worst case scenario that’s swirling in Hob’s head.

Dream has disgruntled customers at times. He’d gotten into a fistfight with one, back when they’d first met. What if someone took their ire even further? Hell, what if the owner of that cursed poetry book came back for it?

Hob sighs, slumping into Dream’s desk chair. Even if something terrible has happened, he hasn’t the first clue how to go about finding Dream. He’s kept an eye out, while exploring The Library, for any indication of what could have happened, but to no avail. He’s well and truly starting to panic. The Library has doors everywhere. Dream could be anywhere.

His eyes land on Dream’s journals, still laid open on the desk. Normally Hob doesn’t pry into Dream’s notes. But these are dire circumstances. Hob’s going to lose it if he doesn’t do something.

He picks up the top notebook and reads the entry it’s open to:

— MG thought destroyed ack. lost 1916? JC report OAM magic picked up Sussex summoning what??

Hob groans. “Dream, could your notes be any more fucking unintelligible?” Apparently, his mind works too fast to write in full words, instead of just shorthand.

He flips through a few more pages of notes, skimming them, but not getting much. Then a few pages in, he finds a letter tucked into the journal. In someone else’s handwriting, it reads:

Dream—

You never use your goddamn fucking phone so here’s a note. You know I wouldn’t have to be so obscure if we could just use encrypted texts? Fucking luddite. Anyway. I found the damn thing. R.B. + Co. Pretty sure we’d know if they succeeded in using it so we still have time. I think I have a way in. If I retrieve can you neutralize it? AND FUCKING CALL ME WE’RE SHORT ON TIME!

—JC

In case you forgot how phones work: 020 9281 5555

Well, that’s something. The same JC from the notes? What exactly are the two of them trying to neutralize?

Hob has no idea. But at least he has a clue now.

Hob paces back and forth in his living room as he calls the number for “JC”, absolutely no idea who he’s going to get on the other end. But hopefully, they might know what’s happened to Dream.

“Hello?” A gruff woman’s voice answers the line.

“Hi, I’m looking for…” he doesn’t actually know her name. “…J?”

“What?”

“Look, I’m looking for Dream,” Hob says in a rush. Might as well lay it all out. “I’m his boyfriend. He’s been missing for three days.” Maybe “missing” is overstating it. But maybe it’s understating it. “I found your phone number in his notes and wanted to know if you’d seen him.”

“Likely story, pal,” she says with a scoff. “Dream keeps his boyfriend out of all the occult shit. And good thing, too. I wish I could keep myself out of it. What do you really want with him?”

It’s sort of gratifying that other people in Dream’s circle are also protective of his secrets, even if it’s frustrating in the moment. But, ‘keeps him out of the occult shit’? Exactly how much ‘occult shit’ is Dream dealing with on a regular basis?

“Exactly what I said,” Hob says. “He doesn’t usually disappear like this. His notes said you two were looking for something? Something dangerous?” Did Dream go after it? Is that what happened?

“MOTHERFUCKER!” she screams, and Hob pulls the phone from his ear with a wince. “I am going to KILL HIM!”

“Don’t hang up!” Hob yells before she can do just that. “Will you come meet me? I’ll give you my own address, if it helps. You know where The Library is?”

“The Library’s got multiple doors, mate,” she says, sounding marginally calmer now.

Right. Fuck. He gives her the actual street name this time, and she says—

“Be there in a mo’. Your idiot boyfriend’s got himself in a right mess I expect. Because he’s a fucking idiot.”

Just as Hob feared, then. “Tell me about it when you get here,” he says, and then, when she’s hung up, goes to gather Dream’s journals.

A smart, tough-looking woman greets him at the door to the cafe, which Hob’s closed for the time being, an hour or so later. “Johanna Constantine,” she says, sticking out a hand, which Hob shakes. “So you really are the boyfriend. Huh. Hob, right?”

“Yeah.” Hob isn’t sure whether to be touched or alarmed that Dream talks about him with his random occult acquaintances.

“He has a photo of you two on his phone,” Johanna explains. “Not that he uses it, the rat bastard. God I’m going to murder him when I find him.”

“Let’s sit down,” Hob suggests. He has coffee ready, more for something to do to still his restless hands while waiting than anything.

“Right,” Johanna says, as she sits down at a table. She gratefully takes the coffee he offers. “So, I’m choosing to trust you. If you fuck me over we will have a serious problem. Okay?”

Hob raises his hands in surrender. “I literally just want to find Dream. I’m worried sick about him.”

Johanna takes a long sip of her coffee. “Right. So. My business is managing occult stuff, yeah? Exorcisms and the like. Stopping it before it hurts anyone. I’ve been trying to track down this particular book. Spell book. Dangerous stuff. What it can do—doesn’t matter. It was thought lost for ages, or destroyed—wouldn’t that have been great. But Dream and I both wanted to get it off the streets, once it popped up again. There’s no good hands for that book to be in.”

“You two friends?” Hob asks.

“Eh,” says Johanna, “sorta. Mostly work friends, I guess. I first got Dream’s help with a spell book a few years back. He’s the best one to go to for that sort of thing, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

“Yeah,” Hob agrees, mulling over this whole side of Dream’s business he didn’t know about. It makes sense, though. Dream, the expert on all books. Even this book, whatever it is, must ultimately belong to The Library.

“And now he’s gone after this book,” Hob guesses. “By himself.”

“I told him I would retrieve it,” Johanna says, gritting her teeth. “All I wanted was his help locking the thing away after. But no. Had to do it all himself.” She sighs.

“It must have really concerned him,” Hob says.

“It concerned me!” Johanna exclaims. “All the more reason not to go alone! Idiot.” It’s said with fondness, though.

“So, what are we going to do?” Hob asks.

“We?” says Johanna, raising an eyebrow.

“Listen, I don’t care about the book—”

“You should,” Johanna says seriously.

“—Well, I don’t. But I do care about Dream. If he’s in trouble, then I’m not just going to sit here.”

Johanna looks at him appraisingly, then nods, satisfied. “Good,” she says. “I know who has the Grimoire, so I know where he’ll most likely have gone. How good are you with a cricket bat?”

“How about a knife?” Hob says.

She startles. “Christ. Alright, then. I won’t ask, but good.”

“Just tell me where to go, and I’ll be there,” Hob says seriously, and for the first time, she gives him a smile.

“I’ve been hoping for an excuse to give Roderick Burgess a good thrashing. Guy’s a prick. Alright, Dream’s boyfriend—let’s go get the stupid librarian."

It’s decided Hob should be the initial decoy because, according to Johanna, “people always think I mean trouble, and you have this sort of wholesome coffee shop owner thing going on. Knife skills aside.”

Hob’s not sure if it’s a compliment or not.

“He’ll definitely think he can scam you,” Johanna adds. That one’s definitely not a compliment.

So Hob goes to an event Roderick Burgess is hosting, showing off all his antiques. He brings with him an old book from The Library, ostensibly to “sell”. Forgive me, Dream, he thinks, as he pulls Magicks of the World off the shelf. Promise I won’t let him keep it.

It’ll get him in, he hopes. It’ll get Roderick Burgess’s attention, at least enough to let Johanna slip past. The book is proper old, nearly falling apart, and while it may not be actually magic, it at least is about magic. He hopes it’s enough.

“Remember,” Johanna says, as they’re stepping up to the door, “just keep his attention. I’ll search the house to see if I can find Dream, or the Grimoire.”

“You really think he’s keeping Dream hostage in this house?” Hob asks incredulously.

Johanna snorts. “If he thinks Dream can help him decode the thing? Yeah, absolutely. I told you. Guy’s a selfish prick.”

That seemed to be putting it lightly.

Hob isn’t sure he’ll be content with being the distraction if he finds out Roderick actually has Dream captive. But he calms himself for the time being.

Hob absolutely hates Roderick Burgess the second he lays eyes on him.

He’s managed to corner Burgess in the sitting room of the old manor house. His book in one hand, drink in the other. The man is fucking seedy. Hob could tell immediately, even if Burgess pretended at gentility.

Hob’s already decided that Roderick does have Dream locked in a room somewhere. Call it instinct.

Roderick gives Magicks of the World a look of cool disinterest as Hob hands it to him, but it shifts to grudging surprise. “This is actually old,” he says. “Unlike the fake crap people keep trying to pawn off on me.”

“I was told you had a discerning eye,” Hob says with false admiration. “1612. Genuine article.”

“Hm. This is of some interest,” says Roderick. “Come to my office.”

Hob follows him, hoping Johanna is having some success finding Dream.

Roderick’s office is much neater than Dream’s study. it feels like the affected study of someone trying to come acrossas a studious gentleman. Hob hates it.

And there on the desk is a thick, leather-bound volume that Hob knows instantly is the book Dream and Johanna have been looking for. He isn’t sure exactly how he knows. He isn’t at all magical. But he just knows. He can feel the eerie energy of the thing.

“I’ll give you six hundred pounds for it,” Roderick says, laying Magicks on the desk.

Hob startles. That’s actually a lot of money for a single book. Sorry, Dream, he thinks.

“Where did you get it?” Roderick asks.

“Old bookshop,” Hob says. “Don’t think they knew what they had.”

“They never do,” Roderick muses.

He hands Hob six hundred pounds, cash. Hob takes it, dumbfounded.

“Tell me,” he says, pretending hesitance. “I only know how to tell the age. How to know if it’s genuine. The magic stuff—that’s beyond me. How do you make sense of it?”

“I have my sources,” says Roderick. He seems to delight in being enigmatic. “There are… certain experts. If one knows where to look.”

Certain experts. Hob grits his teeth. “You willing to share a name? I have a few books myself I’d love to get better appraised.”

“I’m keeping that to myself for now. Trade secrets, you know.” He smiles to himself, meanly. “Valuable sources, those, in this business.”

Hob decides two things. One: he can definitely take down an old man. Two: he doesn’t care if he goes to prison.

He picks up a heavy statue from the desk and, before Roderick can react, cracks him across the head with it.

Roderick drops like a stone, and Hob snatches up both Magicks and the Grimoire, and flees.

Shit. That might have been ill-advised. What if Dream isn’t in the house, and Hob just caused permanent brain damage to the one person who might know where he is? Shit.

Nothing for it now. He hurries through the halls, books under his arm. He turns a corner, then another, and where the bloody hell is he? Then—

He nearly runs directly into Johanna and Dream.

Hob thrusts the books at Johanna, and takes Dream in his arms instead, pulling him into a tight hug. Dream hugs him back, pressing his face into Hob’s neck with a soft little sound.

He looks rough. His hair is a disaster—more than usual—and he’s wearing the same clothes Hob vaguely remembers him putting on that morning several days ago, before he disappeared.

“Hey,” Hob whispers, “I was really worried about you.”

“‘m sorry,” Dream murmurs, clutching at him.

“This was extremely fucking stupid, Dream,” Johanna says, in a tone that suggests she’s said so already. There’s worry there too, though.

“Yes, point taken,” Dream says.

“I love you,” Hob murmurs against his cheek, before pulling away to look at him properly.

There’s a bruise on Dream’s cheek that makes Hob very glad he smacked Roderick upside the head with a statue. More than that, he looks a bit… haunted. Hob will have to get more details later. Right now, they need to get out of here.

“Where the fuck is Roderick?” Johanna demands.

“I might have killed him,” Hob says, not feeling very bad about it. “Not totally sure.”

“No loss,” says Johanna, holding the books tightly.

Hob keeps Dream close. Dream is looking at him in wonder. Like Hob is the last possible thing he had expected to see. Freedom itself.

Hob kisses his forehead. And then they get the fuck out of there.

“You should really rest, Dream,” Hob says.

Dream is currently doing something to the Grimoire. Binding the pages. He doesn’t seem willing to let it go until he’s made the thing safe.

He sighs. “In a moment.”

“Dream…”

Dream finally puts the book away in a drawer in his desk, kneels before the desk, and draws some complicated symbol on the wood. Perhaps he had done the same with the poetry book, Hob thinks.

Though Hob suspects that the Grimoire is significantly more dangerous.

Finally Dream stands. He seems… a bit listless, now, having finished with the book. Even in the soft lighting of the Library study, the awful bruise on his face is stark, a deep plum mark. He looks at Hob, hands twisting together, expression vulnerable.

Hob’s heart hurts. He hopes he did kill Roderick. But now, he holds out his hands to Dream.

Dream steps over to him, and Hob brings him into an embrace. Holds him tight. Whatever determination had kept Dream going thus far seems to evaporate, then, and he sags against Hob, trembling slightly.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Hob murmurs against his hair.

“Yes,” Dream sighs.

He locks up the study, which Hob has never seen him do before, and then, once they’re downstairs, locks The Library’s front door as well. He leaves a sign that says, “Closed for the time being.”

Hob leads him across the street, back upstairs to his flat above the cafe, and steers him to the bathroom. He perches him on the edge of the tub as he turns on the tap and lets the hot water fill up.

Dream is still shivering a little. The poor thing is probably desperate for a bath, not to mention food, Christ.

“What did he want with you?” Hob asks, helping Dream out of his jumper. Dream winces as he pulls it off over his head, and Hob grits his teeth. “Did he hurt you?”

“He had been trying to use the Grimoire,” Dream says, as Hob kneels to help him with his slacks. “But there was a symbol he could not decode. My… approach… to try to take the book back was… not as clever as I had hoped, and I was intercepted. He demanded I translate it. When I refused…” he trails off. He’s naked now, and Hob can see a dark bruise stretching up his thigh, another working its way up his back and over his shoulder. “Well, he did not take well to being told ‘no.’”

“Bastard,” Hob swears, and Dream’s lips quirk up.

“Quite.”

Hob kisses the bruise on Dream’s thigh—if only that would do more to actually heal it—and Dream smiles faintly.

“What’s that book do anyway?” Hob asks.

“It’s meant to summon Death,” says Dream, and Hob feels a chill, like the universe itself is protesting that possibility. “I do not think it has ever been successfully used. But the magic is certainly potent enough.”

“Good thing you got it back, then,” says Hob. He helps Dream up, then supports him as he steps into the tub, sinking down into the warm water with a sigh.

Hob strips off his own clothes and follows him, slipping behind Dream and pulling him back to his chest. Dream leans his head against Hob’s shoulder.

“That was all very silly, you know,” Hob says against his cheek, arms wrapped around Dream’s middle. “I was very worried about you.”

“I am sorry,” murmurs Dream. “It was… poorly thought out.”

“Just a bit.”

“But,” says Dream, a hint of wonder in his voice, “you came to rescue me.”

Hob kisses his cheek. “Of course.”

“Hob…” starts Dream. “How may I say this… you are not exactly a rough type I would expect to be performing heists.”

“Hey, you don’t know everything about me,” Hob says indignantly. “Second, you’re a librarian, and you tried to break into the man’s damn house first. Thirdly—”

“And yet,” Dream interrupts, “you still came to help me. Roderick Burgess is a dangerous man. That was ill-advised.”

“Didn’t seem very dangerous when I smacked him in the head.”

“I am saying I appreciate it,” says Dream, with a little chuckle. “All the more so for the danger you put yourself in.”

“You’re my boyfriend,” Hob says. “I love you. Of course I came after you. Don’t be silly.”

He wishes he had gotten there sooner. He chokes up, thinking of Dream stuck in some room, uncertain of any rescue. He tucks his face into Dream’s shoulder, tears beading along his lashes. “Poor darling.”

Dream reaches up and strokes his hair. “I’d be curious to hear about your criminal past sometime,” he murmurs, which has Hob chuckling. “Did you really kill Roderick Burgess?”

“Dunno,” says Hob. “Hope so.”

“My boyfriend is more dangerous than I thought,” Dream observes, lips tugging up. He sounds quite satisfied about it, and Hob kisses the corner of his lips.

“If he comes back I’ll kill him again,” he says.

Dream shivers, leaning more heavily against him. “You’ve unlocked the two keys to my heart,” he whispers, and it’s only partly joking.

“Oh yeah?” Hob says, lips still brushing his cheek. “Violence committed on your behalf is one?”

Dream nods.

“What’s the other, then?”

Dream’s lips twitch. “Scones.”

“I’ll have to fulfill that one in a few minutes then, too,” Hob says, grinning.

“So you shall.”

“Would it make you doubly horny if I killed somebody with a scone?” Hob asks. “Or—?”

Dream turns around in his lap to kiss him, wrapping his hands around the back of Hob’s neck. Hob rocks back with the force of the kiss, leaning back against the tub. “Yes,” Dream declares, and gives Hob another peck on the lips.

“I’ll find someone to kill,” Hob promises. “You have anyone in mind?”

Dream giggles. Joy looks good on him, after everything. He tucks his nose in against Hob’s shoulder again, and Hob holds him close, runs a hand up and down over his back, careful of the bruises.

“I will think of something,” Dream promises.

Hob kisses his temple, and resolves to keep a closer eye on his boyfriend’s supernatural activities in the future.

And to buy Johanna Constantine a drink some time, too.

#dreamling #bookstore cryptid dream #even dream the cryptid librarian isn't immune to getting put in the bowl. so to speak #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #my writing #i've read through this many times hopefully there are no more typos XD

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farfaras · 11 months

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Steddie week. Day 7: Free space. 2.1k words. Ao3 link.

@steddie-week

I’m late but I really wanted to finish the week. So here it is! The last one!

“What’s Eddie short for?” Steve asked Robin. They were on their break, now working at a record store after they got fired from Family Video for missing work too much.

“Why are you asking me?” She shot back. Steve simply shrugged. It honestly just occurred to him that he didn’t actually know if that was Eddie’s name or if it was a nickname.

“I was just thinking about it. You don’t know?”

“I have absolutely no idea.” That was disappointing. Robin seemed to be getting along with Eddie. Maybe they’re not that close. Would Dustin know? “You know, I think I asked him once.”

“Really? And what did he say?” She should’ve mentioned this first!

“I think he just started laughing and then deflected. Never answered me.” She stood up. They had to go back to work already. It was slow today, not much customers around so they kept chatting. “Why did you ask?”

“I don’t know.” Steve really was just curious. “We’ve all been friends for a while and I just realized we don’t actually know if ‘Eddie’ is short for anything.”

“He actually seems like the type of person to just be called ‘Eddie’. Like just ‘Eddie’, full stop.” Even if that’d be funny, it’s probably not it. “Anyway, just ask him.”

“Is that not weird?” He wondered.

“I asked him. He just didn’t tell me. Maybe you’d have more luck.” She smirked and it looked like she knew something he didn’t.

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Maybe I will.”

“You’re the one who wants to know.”

“Do you think he didn’t tell you because the name’s embarrassing or something?”

“He’s done so much embarrassing stuff, his name can’t be that bad.”

—

The next time he saw Eddie was when they were playing DnD, at Steve’s house. For some reason Eddie managed to convince Steve that hosting their nerd game was a good idea. He was sure it was his puppy dog eyes. Steve was not immune to those. Robin took advantage of that, constantly.

Steve almost forgot that he was gonna ask Eddie, it was when everyone left and it was just the two of them that Steve remembered the question he had been meaning to ask.

“Hey, Eddie.” He called out to catch his attention.

“Yeah?” They sat down on the couch after cleaning up.

“Is your name short for anything?”

He did exactly what Robin said he did when she asked him. He just started laughing, out of nowhere. Steve didn’t understand what was so funny.

When Eddie stopped laughing, he let out a sigh. “Anyway, what movies do you have?”

“Wha– you’re changing the subject! Why?” Steve was starting to get suspicious now.

“Why do you ask, Steve?” Eddie looked at him.

“I was just curious.” It’s true, Steve was curious. But now it felt like his name was actually something embarrassing, because why else would he avoid answering it in the first place.

“Sureee.” Eddie did not believe him. “To answer your question. Yes, my name is short for something.” Steve figured.

“What is it?” It couldn’t be bad. Steve only knew a handful of names that could be nicknamed Eddie, and those weren’t that bad.

“Ha! I’m not telling you that.” Eddie joyfully replied.

“What– why not?”

“I have to keep the mystery going.” He explained, tone completely serious.

“You’re not mysterious.” Steve deadpanned.

“Shut up, I so am.” Eddie bit back.

“It takes like, one conversation with you to know that you’re not mysterious.” Steve said. It was true, Eddie might have the intimidating look going on, but it was easy to overlook it as soon as he opened his mouth.

Eddie glares at him. “Are you done?”

“You still haven’t answered!”

“‘Cuz I’m not gonna.” Eddie grinned, he was just enjoying having something that Steve wanted to know. “Maybe you can guess.”

“Ugh” Steve fell further into the couch. “I don’t feel like it.”

“Just because I’m a generous and giving person,” Steve perked, he didn’t know why he wanted to know so badly. Maybe so he could use it whenever he wanted to scold him like one of the kids. “I’ll make you a deal.” Disappointed, Steve sighed.

“What’s the deal?” He asked.

“If you guess it,” Eddie put his hand on his chin. “I’ll give you something, anything you want.”

“What? Like a prize for guessing your name?” Steve scoffed. “What am I? A dog?”

“So you don’t want anything?”

“That’s not what I said.” Steve had a feeling that making a deal with Eddie was like making a wish to a genie. Eh, he would still get something out of it. “Whatever, sure. It’s a deal.” He just had to start guessing, until he got it. Shouldn’t be that hard.

“If you say so.”

“Is it Edward?” He gave his first guess.

“Well, that’d be too obvious.” Steve still waited for an actual response. Eddie rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not. Close, though.”

“Edison?”

“I’m so grateful it isn’t Edison.”

“Edmund?

“Oh god, they keep getting worse.”

“Yes or no?”

“No! Why would you think my name is Edmund? Do I look like an Edmund to you?” Eddie asked, scandalized.

Steve stayed quiet. “You want me to answer that?”

“Actually, let’s just watch a movie. That’s enough guesses for today.” Eddie went to shuffle through their options.

“I just started!” Steve protested. He should’ve known Eddie wasn’t gonna make it easy for him.

“I don’t feel like answering more. Try again later.”

Steve crossed his arms and pouted. When Eddie looked back at him, Steve stuck his tongue out, like a toddler. Eddie chuckled.

–

“Edwin?”

Eddie gave him a thumbs down.

–

“Edgar?”

Eddie spelled “no” with his fries. He proudly showed them to Steve.

Steve ate them.

–

“Edrian!”

“Where’d you even come up with that one?”

“I heard it somewhere.”

“Well, that’s not it.”

–

“Is it, like, just Ed or something?”

“Life would be easier.” Eddie dreamily looked to the sky. “So, no, it’s not.”

–

“I’m like, out of ideas, Robin.” Steve didn’t know whether to give up or look in the library.

“Maybe you need to look for obscure names, like really weird ones.” Robin made some hand gestures that he didn’t really know what they entailed.

—

“Can I get a hint?” Steve gave it his best shot at puppy dog eyes, he had big eyes, right?

Eddie wasn’t looking straight at him, he took one glance for like half a second and then decided to look forward. “I already did.”

“No.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “When?”

“With your first guess. I don’t think you need anything else.”

Steve let out a frustrated groan.

—

At the end, he didn’t guess shit.

Steve was dropping by some cookies he made, they were Eddie’s favorite. Steve wanted to improve some skills in the baking department, it was a win win. He got practice, Eddie got cookies. It didn’t mean anything else.

The government gave the Munsons a house after everything, it was on the outskirts of town. When he pulled up, he noticed that a letter had fallen down from the mailbox. When he picked it up he saw who it was addressed to.

Eduardo Munson.

There was no way.

Steve ran so fast his head almost clashed with the door. He knocked frantically. Eddie opened the door, Steve didn’t even wait to be invited in. He ran to the kitchen to set the cookies on the counter and raced back to where Eddie was.

“Your name is Eduardo?”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “How’d you find that out?”

Steve just handed him the letter he found on the floor. Eddie’s mouth formed an ‘O’, but he didn’t say anything.

“Well?” Steve crossed his arms.

“I guess now you know.” Eddie opened the letter to read it, he made his way to the couch and sat down. Steve followed.

“Is that why you said I was close with the name Edward?” Steve didn’t know anyone named Eduardo. Well, he thought he didn’t.

“Eduardo is basically the same name, but in Spanish.” Eddie, no, Eduardo nodded.

“Why– who decided that was gonna be your name?” Did his parents just like Spanish, or something? Steve thought. He obviously didn’t say it.

“My mom. She was Mexican. This letter is from my grandma.”

“Oh. Is it…” Steve didn’t actually know where he was going with that.

“Most of my mom’s side lives in cali, or Mexico.”

Eddie had the letter opened on his lap, Steve peeked. He didn’t want to pry, it was just a quick glance. Even if he wanted to read anything though, he couldn’t.

“That is, fully in Spanish.” His face was a mix of confusion and shock.

“Uh huh.” Eddie was holding back laughter. “What about it?”

“You speak Spanish?!” At this point, he didn’t even care if he was being loud.

“My grandma calls me regularly, like, once a month. She doesn’t speak an ounce of English.” Eddie’s face was fond. That shouldn’t be as cute as it was.

Steve’s jaw was on the floor. Never once did he expect to learn all of this just because he wanted to know if the name “Eddie” was actually short for another name. Eddie reached out and closed his mouth. Steve took some time to get himself back together. He collected the cookies and brought them back for Eddie.

“So, I didn’t guess.”

“No.”

Steve sighed, forlorn. “So, deal’s off, I guess.”

“Mmhm.” Eddie was concentrating on the letter in front of him. Steve slapped his arm. “What was that for?”

“You can read that later. I brought you cookies.”

Eddie snatched them, he started almost inhaling them. Jesus Christ. “These are great.”

“Thanks.” Steve blushed.

After that they were content to just hang out, doing whatever. Eddie told him more about his mom’s side of the family. There were a lot of family members that Steve couldn’t keep track of. He talked more with his grandma, aunts and uncle. Steve found out that his mom taught him Spanish when he was little. When she died, and his dad ended up in prison, his closer relative was Wayne so he moved in with him. His mom’s family always kept in touch, though. The last time his grandma visited was before Christmas in 1985.

“Say something in Spanish.” Steve was surprised with himself for asking that. Where did that come from?

“What am I? Your personal clown?”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “It just hasn’t registered in my brain fully, that you speak Spanish. Maybe I have to hear it.” Steve tried. It was a cheap attempt at just wanting to hear it.

“What do you want me to say?” Eddie replied. Was he actually gonna do it?

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugged. An idea came to him, he straightened up. “What about the way your grandma greets you on the phone, or the way you answer?”

Eddie scrunched up his nose. Cute. “Ugh… she’s so mushy.”

“Now I have to hear it.” Steve clasped his hands together, battling his eyelashes.

Eddie just accepted defeat. “Fine!” He was now avoiding Steve’s eyes. “Whenever she calls she always starts with something like ‘¿Cómo está mi niño hermoso?’ Or she’d call me ‘mi vida’, or ‘mi cielo’. Honestly she calls me a lot of things.” Steve had no idea what that was, nor what it meant. But his eyes never left Eddie’s lips, not once. Hearing that was doing things to Steve. He suddenly felt hot.

“What does it mean?”

Eddie flushed red. He turned to Steve, eyes deadly serious. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Oh, but I really do.” Eddie shook his head no. “You have to tell me or else I’m just gonna start calling you that.” Eddie’s face was so funny, he looked scandalized at the possibility. “What was it again? Cie- cielo?”

Eddie swung his hands and arms around. “Stop! Don’t you dare continue.” Steve mimed zipping his mouth. “If you must know. She just asks how I am and she calls me her boy and other pet names.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, assessing him. “Is that the truth?” Eddie nodded. “I’ll accept that, for now.”

They spent the rest of the day watching tv. By the time Steve was leaving the sun was already setting. Eddie walked him to the door.

“What would you have asked for?” Eddie blurted. “If you had guessed my name.”

Steve glanced down at Eddie’s lips for the second time that day. He looked up at Eddie, even if they were almost the same height. Steve shrugged one shoulder. “I’m sure I would’ve come up with something.”

Steve leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek.

“See you, Eduardo.”

He stepped outside and walked to his car. He heard a loud thumping noise coming from inside the house and chuckled to himself.

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Bonus:

Steve: he speaks Spanish, Robin!

Robin: I heard you the first time, dingus.

Steve: I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation.

Robin: *blank stare*

Steve: I can’t believe I have to date him.

Robin: you don’t have to.

Steve: no, no. I’m gonna.

#steddie #steddieweek2023 #steddieweekprompts #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #mexican eddie munson #latino eddie munson #he’s Mexican bc I’m Mexican and I said so #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #pre relationship #pre slash #mer writes sometimes #ficlet

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yours and soda's first argument

Sodapop Curtis x Reader - First Fight

Authors Note - So sorry for not writing this sooner, I don't really have an excuse, I just never felt like it. Enjoy!

• The fact the two of you even fought is crazy to me

• I think Soda is pretty good with communication

• Like he comes to you if he's hurt, you go to him, there's no secrets between either of you

• But there's one thing we all know

• Just because Sodapop has a partner doesn't mean the girls will leave him alone

• Maybe one of them go a bit too handsy while you were coincidentally at DX

• Poor Sodapop has no idea they're flirting because he's just like 'okay, they're touching my arm, weird but you do you'

• Then she gets more handsy

• And the thing that made you mad is Sodapop didn't do shit about it

• This random girl was practically feeling him up and he was just smiling and talking to her, trying to get customer service points

• I'd be mad too

• You know Soda would never cheat on you

• But still, if some random guy had his hand on your bicep you'd say something about it

• At least lean away

• But Sodapops just sitting there, all smiles.

• So eventually Soda comes back to the Curtis house where you often are, all excited to tell you about what Steve did today

• Only to be met with you

• His first thought is 'aw, she had a bad day'

• Which is so sweet holy shit

• But back to the beef

• You, obviously, confront him

"Hey.. how come you were letting that girl touch you like that?"

• He's gotta think for a second because he doesn't even remember any girl

• Then it clicks

• Shit, she was flirting??

• Aw fu-

"It ain't anythin' important"

• Right when he said it he regretted it

• 'WHAT THE HELL'RE YOU THINKING??'

" What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It's nothing."

"What, you let hot girls feel you up and then come home to me all sunshiney?"

"It's not-.."

• This idiot

• His swore his brain wasn't working

"Why ya' gotta be so jealous?"

• Oh shit

• He could've sworn he heard a snap in your nervous system

"What?"

"Look, darlin', I didn't-"

"Can you shut up for one second? What the hell do you mean?"

• He can't even respond

• He's still internally slapping himself on the forehead

"Are you gonna just stand there?"

"I.."

• You just rolled your eyes (understandable) and walked off

• The moment you left he slapped him in the forehead with an audible 'pow'

• After that, if you're like me, you kept your distance

• Cause, for a good reason, you're pissed

• Sodapop goes to Darry for advice

• And of course Darrys response is

"Are you stupid?"

"I dropped outta school, Dar', course I'm stupid."

"Yeah but I didn't think you were that stupid"

• He tells Soda to give you your space

• And Soda tries, he really does

• But he just can't avoid you

• He's literally head over heels for you and he's supposed to just ignore you??

• So eventually he finally manages to track you down

• This man is practically on his knees begging you to forgive him

"I'm so sorry, I ain't never do it again, it was stupid I know-"

• If I were in your shoes I'd start laughing

• Or maybe you're still mad

• Or you're smiling at the apology, depends on who you are.

• But it's practically impossible not to forgive him

• He said "I'm sorry" at least 500 times by now

• He sounds like Eminem at this point

• So either you're

A) "I forgive you, Soda"

B) To stubborn to forgive so you just kiss him

• I'm personally a B but you do you

• It's the sweetest kiss ever

• Pure wattpad fanfiction kiss

• Soft and sweet with both of you smiling into it

• Especially Soda

• He hasn't tasted you in like.. 1 day

• That's practically an eternity

• In summary

• Arguments with Soda rarely happen

• And if they do they last for 3 days max

• Normally with Sodapop knocking at your window with some roses and his award winning smile

• And no matter how big the problem is

• You always end up making out

• Gotta love Soda

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #sodapop curtis #the outsiders x reader #sodapop headcanons #steve randle #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #two bit mathews #johnny cade #sodapop curtis x reader #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis headcanons

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loove-persevering · 2 years

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Happier (Steve Harrington x reader!)

Description: Steve Harrington can't figure out why he's jealous you're going on a date. (Fem reader!)

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: None fluff!

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Sometimes you could swear you were invisible to Steve Harrington.

You had known him for a few years and gone to school with him even graduated the same year but you were sure that he had no idea you existed until last year when you got the job at Scoops Ahoy with Robin. You and Robin were in a band together. She played the trumpet and you were usually in the chair next to her and you became fast friends despite the year age difference.

So when she convinced you to get the job at Scoops with her you were thrilled, you needed the money for a car and working with your best friend sounded pretty nice. Robin and you got the job first and then two weeks later you were training Steve Harrington. He wasn’t as bad as you remembered him in highschool, much less of an asshole and more of a babysitter like with all the kids constantly using him to sneak into the theater.

‘’When did you graduate?’’ He asks you one day after a customer from school started talking to you.

‘’Last May,’’ You told him, you felt slightly embarrassed reminding him. Hawkins wasn’t a big school so you figured he would at least recognize your first name, or that you had been in the same English class with him since you were freshman.

‘’How did we not know each other?’’ He asks you obviously not to remember you.

You smile at him deciding against telling him, ‘’We must’ve just missed each other,’’ You laugh.

It was only a few weeks later that you had confessed to him in a secret Russian base that you had known him since Freshman year, that you had a crush on him since Freshman year too. And when he asked you the question, ‘’Do you still have that crush?’’ He was sitting in the stall just next to you, you could see the bottom of his shoes and you debated actually telling him the truth that you did still have it, that working with him the past month had made it worse.

Instead you lied, ‘’That’s long gone Harrington,’’ You say. He didn’t say anything for a while and then Robin broke the silence asking him bizarre questions no doubt the serum or whatever they gave you running through all of your systems still. It took you by surprise when Robin confessed to Steve the secret you had been keeping for her for four years now, but Steve was different now and you would say he could be trusted. After everything you all had been through the past few days and almost dying with him you felt like you had a newfound relationship with him as well. And some days you wonder if you did confess to him that you did still have that crush how things would be today.

‘’So who is he out with today?’’ You ask Robin stacking the DVD’s that were returned on the counter.

‘’I’m not telling you,’’ She says, not even glancing at you.

You pause what you were doing putting your hand on your hip turning to her, ‘’Why not?’’ She turns around in the chair looking at you as if you were really asking her.

‘’Because I know you,’’ She says laughing, ‘’And does it really matter?’’

You shrug your shoulders, ‘’I just wanna know,’’ You tell her, turning back to your stack of DVDs.

‘’Well why don’t you ask him?’’ She says, you look up seeing his car pull right in front of the doors. He opens the door, running a hand through his hair before getting out, ‘’You’re drooling,’’ She says to you and you glare at her.

The bell rings letting you know he had come in, ‘’Hey Y/N,’’ He says entering. Steve was always really polite to you greeting you, helping you stay late to do things for work so you wouldn’t have to leave alone. He’d wait until you’d leave the parking lot before he would take off every time, sometimes you wondered if it was for more than a reason other than him just being a good friend.

‘’Hey Robin!’’ She says teasing Steve. ‘’So how was it?’’ Robin asks, coming over leaning on the edge of the counter. Steve sighs his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose at her question, ‘’That bad huh?’’ You couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief.

‘’It wasn’t bad,’’ He says, ‘’I don’t know, she brought up that I graduated last year and I hate that,’’ He says. ‘’It just hits me the wrong way.’’

‘’But you did graduate?’’ You point out. ‘’Sorry,’’

‘’Steve,’’ Robin says, earning his attention. ‘’If you don’t want them to talk about you graduating last year and still hanging around here then you need to find someone older, maybe someone your age?’’ She offers the idea. You felt yourself stop short on the task at hand realizing what Robin was doing.

‘’Yeah like who?’’ He asks her.

‘’Well-’’ Robin begins to say. At that exact moment the bell rings saving you from whatever she was going to say.

It was a younger boy who walked in, ‘’Welcome to Family Video!’’ You practically yell out earning a look from Robin. You push away from the counter making your way around the counter toward the boy, ‘’Can I help you find anything?’’ You ask eagerly.

He looked a little frightened but still answered,’’I’m looking for the shining,’’ He says.

‘’Oh, awesome, that’s right over here.’’ You say walking over to the Thriller section of the store. You walk over picking it off the shelf, you turn and hold it out to him. ‘’There ya go.’’ You say offering him a smile.

He didn't say much after that he grabbed the movie from your hand with a smirk on his face, ‘’Thanks,’’ He held it close for a moment and you both just stood there as it got more awkward by the second.

You give him a smile walking past him back to the counter where Steve and Robin looked to be deep in a discussion. Their conversation ceased when you got within a few feet, you wondered why they were so secretive. ‘’What are you two talking about?’’ You ask glancing from one to another.

‘’Oh nothing,’’ Robin says with a sly smile on her face as she tilts her head up proudly. You look to Steve who didn’t seem to have a comment on what their conversation was about. ‘’Right Steve-O?’’ She says slapping him lightly with her hand leaning over the counter.

‘’Right,’’ He says, looking up at you.

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You had definitely broken a law when it came to how fast you got to Family Video today. Robin was standing at the front desk looking bored out of her mind, ‘’You’re by yourself?’’

‘’Keith’s in the back,’’ She tells you, rolling her eyes. ‘’You’d think with how hard it was to get hired here and how picky he was, he would be managing more.’’ She points out and you shrug, she made a good point.

‘’I thought you were with me tonight?’’ You ask her.

‘’Steve switched me and said he had something to do this morning and needed to work tonight,’’ She says. ‘’He should be here soon,’’ She tells you and you glance at the clock, noticing it was pretty close to your shift.

‘’I have news,’’ You say walking behind the counter over toward where Robin was standing and leaning against the counter.

She leans forward resting her forearms on the desk, ‘’Do tell,’’ She says, sounding excited.

‘’I have a date!’’ You tell her bursting into a smile, ‘’Saturday, at nine. We are going to the drive in.’’ You tell her.

‘’With Steve?’’ She asks you and you furrow your eyebrows.

‘’What? No?’’ You say confused. ‘’Why would I be going with Steve?’’ You ask her and she shifts in her seat.

‘’Who is it with?’’ She ignores your question.

‘’Troy Concklin,’’ You tell her and her eyes widen.

‘’Troy? Are you kidding me? Troy!’’ She yells at you, ‘’He literally shredded up your homework freshman year that you hand wrote and you cried for three periods terrified Ms. Lowe was going to fail you?’’

‘’Well that was four years ago,’’ You point out. ‘’Plus he apologized when he asked me, he said he had a crush on me and that’s why he did it.’’

She rolls her eyes, ‘’Because causing your crush to fail an assignment that took you hours to write is flirting.’’

‘’Come on people change, I mean look at Steve. Would you have been friends with him two years ago?’’ She stays silent after you say that. ‘’Exactly, people change.’’

‘’Alright, you have a point,’’ She says. Steve walks in just after that, his vest thrown over his shoulder. ‘’I am out of here,’’ Robin says as he walks behind the counter stamping his timesheet.

‘’Thanks for switching,’’ Steve tells her and he glances over to you just for a moment, you swear you saw Robin wink at him. ‘’When did you get here?’’ He asks you.

‘’Few minutes ago,’’ You tell him, ‘’I think we're supposed to rewind all of these tonight,’’ You tell him, looking at the pile of returned movies. Most of the time nobody rewinded them so you all had to do it and it takes forever.

‘’Guess we’re staying late,’’ He says.

A few hours later it was getting close to closing time, you were rewinding DVDs and Steve was helping a girl out of the front desk. ‘’Have a good night!’’ He tells her.

When she walks out the front door, ‘’What’s wrong with you?’’ You ask him.

He walks out from behind the counter coming to sit next to you taking out the next DVD out of the sleeve handing it to you, ‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’Normally you're a casanova with pretty girls, you taking off for the night or something?’’ You say turning to the TV not looking acknowledging the look he was giving you.

‘’I don’t know, just not in the mood I guess,’’ He shrugs. ‘’Tired of things not working out.’’

‘’Are they really that bad?’’ You aks and he gives you a confused look, ‘’The dates are they that bad?’’

‘’They’re not terrible, I guess I just don’t know what I want.’’ He explains to you.

‘’So you're hoping going on all these dates will tell you?’’ Sometimes boys really didn’t make sense, ‘’No girl is going to just walk in and be perfect, you need to have some checkpoints,’’ You tell him.

‘’And you’re an expert on this?’’ He asks and you glare at him taking your hand pushing him

‘’No but I know what I want,’’ You say shifting around slightly, for the longest time it had been Steve so saying that in front of him made you feel like you were under a microscope. ‘’I just think it helps to know what you want but I could be totally wrong,’’ You say laughing at yourself giving Steve Harrington dating advice, if someone would’ve told you five years ago that you almost died with Steve, worked with him, and were now sitting on the floor trying to give him love advice you would have laughed in their face.

‘’What are you doing this tomorrow?’’ He asks you, and you look at him shocked why he was even asking you.

‘’I have a date,’’ You say, trying not to look at him.

‘’A date?’’ He asks. ‘’With who?’’

‘’Troy Concklin,’’ You say, when you look up at him you swear you saw a look of disappointment. ‘’He asked me yesterday.’’

‘’Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?’’ He asks you.

‘’Why would he ask me out if he had a girlfriend?’’ You ask him and he shrugs.

You and Steve don’t really talk the rest of the night, it was like his mood shifted when you told him you had a date. In a way it made you happy to see that maybe he was jealous? Or maybe he was just in a bad mood, who knows. He stuck to his stuff and you stuck to yours, and at the end of the night he just offered you a quick goodbye not even glancing your way.

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Steve couldn’t pinpoint why it bothered him so much that you were going on a date but it was all he could think about. The other day Robin seemed to be hinting that you still had that crush you had mentioned when you were stuck underground at the mall, and he had thought about it since.

It was two days later and two days since he had seen you last, you worked together tonight and while he was excited to work with you he didn’t want to hear about your date. Robin was working when he came in for the day, ‘’Keith?’’ He asks her, noticing she was the only one up front.

‘’Yup,’’ She says, leaning against the counter.

Steve walks behind the counter putting on his work vest, ‘’Y/N still coming in?’’ He asks, Robin gives him a look. ‘’What? She’s normally here by now.’’ He points out normally you were always early.

‘’Listen she didn’t go on her date last night but don’t bring it up okay?’’ She says to him.

‘’Why didn’t she go?’’ He asks, feeling slightly concerned from what he could tell you seemed excited to go so he was confused as to why the date didn’t happen.

‘’He didn’t show up,’’ She told him.

The door chimed, making them both glance at who came in. When they both break from their conversation they see you rushing in the door, your hair slightly disheveled, your vest slung over one shoulder and one strap to a backpack over the other. ‘’You bike?’’ Robin asks, completely forgetting the conversation that was happening just a moment ago.

‘’Yeah, and it’s so freaking hot and my stupid car wouldn’t start.’’ You answer her by pulling the vest over your shirt buttoning the front. ‘’Harrington,’’ You nod to him once you glance up seeing him already looking at you.

‘’Y/N,’’ He said, leaning back against the counter, his hands crossed over his chest.

‘’Alright I’m out of here,’’ Robin says walking out from behind the counter.

You glance at Steve who was looking at you still, you wondered if Robin had told him about your date last night and how you got stood up. She had come over when you called her keeping you company for the night and had stayed over and left sometime early this morning before you were awake.

‘’Later!’’ You call out as she walks out the door.

Keith came out a few minutes later instructing you and Steve to do the rewinds on tapes again and go through the shelves and straighten them up. Steve took over the job of rewinding the tapes behind the counter and doing check outs. You were sorting through the movies, putting them back on the shelves and organizing the ones that were a mess.

‘’Welcome in!’’ You call out not even glancing at the door. You were in the middle of the horror section reorganizing at the time when you heard the feet behind you. When you turned around assuming it was the customer that just came in you had a smile on your face, but when you saw who it actually was your smile immediately disappeared. ‘’Troy hey,’’ You say sitting the movie in your hand down on the cart.

‘’Hey,’’ He says, shoving his hand in his pockets. You caught a glimpse of Steve speaking from behind the counter. ‘’I just wanted to come and apologize about last night,’’ He tells you. ‘’My ex and I were on a break but we got back together and I just kind of forgot-’’ He begins to explain.

‘’No, you’re fine.’’ You tell him. ‘’Thanks for uh coming to apologize.’’ You tell him.

He nods his head, ‘’I’m gonna go grab a movie,’’ He gestures with his hand.

‘’Yeah, Steve will get you up front.’’ You tell him, offering a forced smile. You went back to stacking the shelves replaying the conversation in your head. Why did he even ask you if they were on a break? Were you just a way to make his ex jealous? Whatever it was it had seemingly worked in the opposite direction of your favor.

He was pretty quick picking out his movie and he went up front you could hear Steve talking to him while he was checking him out. When he finished the store was quiet for a while and it was just the sound of the movie on the screen playing. When you finished organizing your bring the empty cart back up to the front, it was close to closing time so Steve was wiping the desk down and you rested your back against the counter.

‘’He’s an idiot.’’ Steve says, breaking the silence. You look at him a little surprised he said anything, you shrug your shoulders in response trying to play it off that you were a little upset. ‘’You didn’t deserve that,’’ He tells you.

‘’I know,’’ You respond. You glance at the clock on the wall noticing the time had gone by quickly and it was already closing time, you walked out from behind the counter going to turn off the open sign. ‘’I think we're good for the night,’’ You say glancing around not noticing anything that needed immediate attention for whoever was working in the morning.

Steve pulled his keys out of his pocket flipping them in the air, he then began to swing the key ring around his finger while you grabbed your bag from behind the counter. When you slung the bag over your shoulder Steve was staring at you he had a look on his face like he was debating something, ‘’You good?’’ You ask him waving your hand in front of his face.

He seems to snap out of the daze he was in, ‘’Yeah, yeah I’m good.’’ He says coming out from behind the counter. You both walk to the front door exiting the store. Steve waits while you lock the door and you turn around facing him when you're done.

‘’See you tomorrow?’’ You ask and he nods. You give him a smile and walk over toward the bike rack. Before you reached your bike you felt a hand pull on your bicep, you looked at Steve wide eyed.

‘’What are you doing right now?’’ He asks you, he looked like he was nervous.

‘’Uhh,’’ You pause, you have nothing to do but go home and read or watch TV. ‘’Nothing, why?’’

‘’Do you wanna come over and watch a movie?’’ He asks you, taking you by surprise. ‘’I’ll take you home after.’’

You felt a smile creep up on your face, ‘’Sure, but an important question first.’’ He looked a little scared, ‘’Do you have snacks? I’m starving.’’ You laugh.

‘’I think we can make some arrangements,’’ Steve says before walking you over to his car, opening the door for you to get in.

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Steve Harrington had not seen Star Wars.

That was what you found out when you got to his house, he had no movie in mind and said it was kind of a last minute thing he thought of and that he didn’t want to make you bike home in the dark.

So you sat downstairs in his basement on the couch not even a foot away from each other watching the movie, you sat in silence but it wasn’t awkward he seemed like he was really into the movie. ‘’Do you like it?’’ You ask him.

He looks over at you and takes a deep breath laughing, ‘’Yeah, I do actually.’’ He says looking over at you. ‘’I can see why you like it so much.’’

‘’I do, I’ve seen everyone the day it came out.’’ You tell him. ‘’Me and my friend went on opening night and when the second movie came out people dressed up in costume,’’ You ramble on and Steve watched you, his gaze never leaving you a slight smile on his face as he listened to you ramble on. ‘’Sorry geeking out a bit,’’ You laugh. ‘’I tend to over explain everything so if I annoy-’’ You began to say but Steve cut you off.

‘’You don’t at all, I like it.’’ He tells you and you couldn't help but feel a smile creep up. ‘’I mean like I don’t mind it’s not too much and I like hearing the story.’’ He says justifying his answer a little rushed.

‘’Or you just like to hear me talk,’’ You tease.

He rolls his eyes at you making you laugh, ‘’This was fun,’’ You tell him. ‘’Thanks for asking me over, it helped me get my mind of things,’’ You say, taking a deep breath.

‘’No problem,’’ He tells you. ‘’Maybe we could do it more?’’ He asks.

‘’I’d like that,’’ You tell him. ‘’I feel like I haven’t sat down and watched a movie in forever.’’ You admit to him. ‘’I think the last time I did was when we were still at scoops.’’

‘’Really?’’ He sounded surprised.

‘’Felt like we were in a movie for a while,’’ You tell him. ‘’So the whole dystopian world thing kinda got a little unappealing.’’

Steve let out a huff of air that let you know he agreed, ‘’It really was like a movie huh?’’ He says. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’

‘’Hit me,’’ You tell him, crossing your legs on the couch, turning your body toward him.

‘’After the Russians, when we were in the bathroom..’’ He starts off and you try to hide the oh shit look on your face. ‘’Did you really mean it when you said that crush you had was gone?’’ He asks and you felt your heart pounding against your chest.

You glanced away from him and then glanced back, ‘’Steve,’’ You say sincerely.

‘’You did?’’ He asks as if he was disappointed.

‘’No, no,’’ You hurry and get the words out. ‘’I did,’’ You usher out. ‘’I mean I lied, but yaes I did still have that crush,’ ‘You closed your eyes when you were talking. ‘’But you barely knew me last year I didn’t wanna be weird and confess on a crush I’d had for four years when you didn’t even know my name a month before.’’ You tell him.

He was quiet for a moment just looking at you, ‘’I wish I knew you sooner, maybe things would be different.’’ He says.

‘’Different how?’’ You ask him.

‘’I don’t know,’’ He pauses, ‘’I just like how I am around you.’’

‘’Is it different from how your normally are?’’

‘’Yes, happier.’’ He says, your faces were only inches apart and both of you were facing each other now. It would be so easy to just lean forward and kiss- ‘’Can I ask you something else?’’ He says his eyes glancing down to your lips and then back up.

You nod your head knowing words would fail you right now if you spoke. ‘’Can I kiss you?’’ His voice sounded different, nervous if you had to guess.

You don’t reply to him all you do is move yourself closer and you are holding back the same sort of smile Steve was. Your faces kept inching closer and then you felt his hand slide up cupping one cheek as he pulled you the rest of the way in. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were kissing Steve.

He pulled you in closer, you had to physically move your body closer to him. ‘’Steve,’’ You say in between a kiss. He didn’t seem to respond to you, ‘’Steve,’’ You say finally pulling away from him, he looked concerned.

‘’I’m sorry,’’ He pauses, ‘’I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-This wasn’t totally what I invited you over for and-’’ He begins but you cut him off by leaning forward pulling him in for a long kiss that he seemed to savor, when you pulled away from it he kept leaning closer as if he didn’t want you to leave his lips.

You smile at him, ‘’I’m glad you did,’’ You tell him, lifting your hand up to rest on one of his shoulders. ‘’I was just in an uncomfortable position,’’ You laugh at him.

Steve shifted and you moved to be more comfortable and immediately his hands found their way back to you, ‘’Now come here,’’ He says, pulling you back to his lips.

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bomberqueen17 · 2 months

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what is up froods

lol i keep forgetting to like. actually write updates in my personal journal. i'm using this tumblr too much like a tumblr.

i went down a rabbit hole the other night in that i just opened my own archives and went back to 2013 and then realized i started this in 2011. i didn't say a lot, back then i definitely was still using my LJ for Big Personal Updates and Tumblr was exclusively for snappy shitposts, and then I abandoned the LJ and only blogged in snappy shitposts for a while, and I did some vagueblogging that I genuinely have no idea what it was about, and that's fun.

But there's some. Boy there's some real fossils in there. God everything stays the same but everything happens so much.

I know I've backed up this blog but IDK how much you can make it make sense, offline. Anyway. That's how it goes. I'm not in any kind of existential panic about the site I'm just reacting to the zeigeist here, it made me think of old times.

I go back to the farm in a couple of weeks-- just for a couple of weeks, but the Season is Starting. My physical therapist keeps giving me more exercises. She's right, my core strength is wretched, but when I said I'd tried to do crunches now and then, tried to stay a tiny bit fit but-- she was like omg no you can't do crunches, with that hip cartilage as it is, so I felt a little better. So she's teaching me what I *can* do, and the important thing is that she's like you cannot do this more than every other day or three times a week, you cannot rush this kind of thing, and it's wonderful advice contrary to all the other advice I've ever had in my life which was like every moment you're not doing more work you're being a lazy shit. So, that's nice. I'll cut because nothing else here is going to be interesting.

I'm not the youngest person at physical therapy but there's a lot of old people there. I haven't been masking, I've been being lazy and just using xylitol nose spray before I go, and it's been fine, but I know that's just luck. (I see no one but Dude, who sees almost no one but me, so the consequences of fucking up would be minor.) with a trip to the farm coming up, I'm going to go back to masking, at least in the lead-up to the trip-- because last time I had COVID I had almost no symptoms, and nowadays apparently the rapid tests aren't super useful. The way I'm coping is, I know, a logical fallacy-- since COVID wasn't bad the one time I had it, I'm just telling myself I'm resistant naturally and it won't hurt me, and I know this is not the truth at all but it helps me cope-- but I cannot stand the thought of spreading it to someone who would be more hurt by it, so I have convinced myself not to fear catching it but to fear spreading it. I figure it's effectively the same and lets me not just be fucking terrified all the time.

I also discovered that a former employee of the farm who's out here going to college is interested in carpooling, and we've already got a tentative date for him to ride back with me on my way back from the farm at the end of March, and this has lightened my spirits a great deal. It's such a long drive and it feels like such a waste of gas, and he does have a car but it's not actually that safe to drive on the Thruway. (He swears up and down it's perfectly safe but just not at sustained speeds over 60. I was like omg kid do NOT, I will drive, my car is brand fkn new. He's taking the train home and will ride back with me.)

Let's see. Oh I don't think I've kept up with posting about the kitchen painting. It's down to the last tiny fiddly details, and what I've got to do is do a half-stencil in the corner above the door, and I did one half yesterday and will finish the rest today. I had to custom cut out a copy of part of the stencil to make it work, and it's sort of janky and I am going to have to hand-paint it with a lot of masking tape, but it's such a small area that like, why not, I can be that fussy. It's fine.

Once I finish that, which if I do part in the morning and part in the afternoon I can do today, then I can FINALLY CLEAN UP AND PUT AWAY all the painting detritus. I can't tell you how excited I am to do that.

I've also been doing fabric dyeing, finally. I collected several of the muslin garments I'd finished and meant to do something with, and got out my dyes. I did a batch of ice dye solely because I forgot which ones I'd intended to use for that; now I have a pair of slightly ill-fitting homemade leggings that look like a clown threw up on them, and a cheerful sweatshirt to match. i then used the runoff to dye the cream-colored canvas work smock-- I sort of tie-dyed it because I pasted up a little bit of two of the component colors and poured that on a couple areas that I then rubberbanded, because I wanted tie-dye but did not want any white areas left. So it's a blue/purple/red smock now, and the rainbow stitching I constructed it with was polyester so it's still rainbow, huzzah. Subtle and understated and also I can smear it with filth and maybe it will still look intentional.

[image description: a canvas work smock with big pockets, hanging to dry, mostly a mucky dark purple but with some brighter splotches of red and dark blue, and some bits of paler purple.]

[image description: assorted garments draped over drying racks in a sunporch, in blotchy shades of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all kind of run together but not murky.]

And then I did another batch of ice dye, this time with the dyes I had bought that are supposed to work well for this because they split. That dress is still in the wash so I don't have pictures of how it turned out, but mostly it just looks splotchy green. LOL oh well. The point was, I made all these test garments in undyed fabric, but I don't have a lifestyle where I can wear a white dress, so now I have some non-white dresses I don't have to be precious about. Some of them I should now probably hem and like actually finish..........

I have one dress and one shirt left, and a pair of light-wash jeans I don't like wearing, and I'm thinking about trying like. Ombre or something. We'll see if I get around to that.

My sewing area is still a fuckin disaster and I don't want to think about it. But I'm cutting out a vest from scrap denim, I want a quilted abrasion-resistant washable work vest for farm work next week and I gotta get a move on. All I need now is to cut out the batting and get to it. So hopefully today.

I took photos, I might try writing up how-tos on the dyeing and on the repurposed denim stuff, but I also might not. If I was doing this again I would probably not bother with the ice, for the rainbow one. We'll see once the properly ice dyed dress comes out of this wash, I can hear the washer spinning but I'm trapped under Chita at the moment.

I missed this week's fic update because I'm progressing so slowly on both current active WIPs. I have a bunch written ahead in both, but each one has the back half of the current chapter just held up waiting for me to write them; I've overcome the structural decisions that delayed me, but I have to just sit and write them. And both of them are complicated scenes I've been waiting to write a long time, so I'm looking forward to writing them, and so like, paradoxically, can't make myself do it. Because once I've done it I'll have done it, see... anyway. Silly but there it is. I'll get through it once I decide I deserve that treat. I know! I know.

#about the author #state of the me

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Hey, I wasnt able to find rules for requests so Im assuming this is fine. May I have angst to fluff (comfort) for Sigma? Sigma got anxious or something happend and reader comforts him. Like gives him kisses and hugs and cookies, just the sweet stuff yk. He deserves it💕

i think sigma really does need some comfort after that elevator stunt...T-T also no this doesn't violate any of my rules at all! they can be found in my pinned post 🌸

Home Is Where the Heart Is

♡ pairing: Sigma x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: After a gruelling few weeks of work, Sigma is worn out and the only way he'll feel better is with your comfort.

♡ wc: 1.2k

♡ cw: Sigma has an anxiety attack.

note: This MIGHT be the last thing I post in a little while, because plague has befallen me (covid) and I fear I may be playing a game with death (my head hurts). Very sorry friends :< Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Sensing the moods of others was essentially second nature to you by now. It was an ever-growing skill, disproportionately rocketing when you met and fell in love with Sigma (and became acquainted with his strange coworkers). You mostly used this ability when you needed to adjust your behaviour in the casino to maintain your boyfriend's professional reputation, but it had its other uses.

You understood that as the manager of a luxury casino, Sigma had his work laid out for him every waking hour of the day. There was seldom a period where he wasn't insanely busy. Though he was a strong man, you could tell when it weighed on him. Today was one of those days, in terrible transparency.

Sitting on your shared bed and scrolling your phone, you hadn't expected him to be back so soon. You'd returned after spending some free time in the casino with the assumption that you'd have a couple hours to yourself, which is why you were surprised when you saw Sigma burst through the door before slamming it behind him. Leaning against it and combing a hand through his hair, he let out a long, languid sigh.

You sat up, the movement causing his eyes to flicker towards you before widening.

"I didn't know you were in here," he gasped. You tilted your head.

"Are you alright?"

"...I..." Sigma straightened and wrung his hands together. "...it's fine."

"Hey, c'mon, it's clearly not. What happened, babe?" You asked, standing up and approaching him. "You look so worried."

Sigma didn't seem to want to meet your eyes, instead staring a hole into the ground with a concerned expression. He was clearly still focused on whatever had just happened outside.

"...Sigma?" You frowned, before blinking in realisation. You took him by the shoulders. "Look at me, Sigma." His silver eyes finally flickered up towards you, almost as if he were ashamed of his panic. "Come over here."

You took his hand and led him to your bed, where you two sat side by side. "Take a breath, and then talk to me, alright?"

Sigma slowly inhaled. "...it's the casino. And the Decay. Things are just really getting busy right now- which is fine, it's fine, but, uh...they're not going the way I anticipated. On top of that, I'm having more and more customer service issues, which distracts me from my other work, and then when I actually get to said other work I barely have time to complete it- let alone have any time to spend with you, and it's just..." He trailed off as his voice cracked.

You had actually noticed that Sigma had much less free time recently. He went to bed later and got out of bed earlier, and you had started feeling rather lonely. You knew that Sigma was busy and you didn't blame him, but at the same time you felt bad for not bringing it up with him. It seemed he could really have used your company.

"Sigma..." you started, "...c'mere." You pulled him into your arms and felt him return the hug instantly. He squeezed at your torso as if he hadn't felt your touch in ages.

"I'm sorry-"

"Take your time, Sigma," you encouraged him softly, as you carded your fingers through his hair. You felt his grip on you tighten, but he said nothing. His form was shaking slightly, and his breaths wavered as he appeared to be resisting the urge to cry.

You pat the back of his head as your other arm trailed down to his back to give it a comforting rub. His body was tense, you noticed. Sigma's fingers curled into your back as he let out a long sigh and buried his head into the crook of your neck.

"It's okay, honey," you said. "I've got you."

Sigma made a small noise, almost like a sob, before he pulled away from the embrace.

"...thank you for this," he told you, a tear finally spilling down his cheek. "Sometimes I just...all of this is overwhelming. I feel like I can't do anything."

"The both of us know, realistically, that that's not true, Sigma," you ran your thumbs over his knuckles. "There's nobody more dedicated to this casino than you. That's why you're the only person capable of managing it."

"...that's true, yes," he nodded, slowly. "Still, I can't help but feel like a fraud. I'm scared of the day that I'll be found out as someone...completely unremarkable."

"You're not unremarkable at all! You're such a special person, not just to me. Where would anyone in this place be without you? Where would the rest of the Decay be without you?" You asked, giving his hands a small shake. "You might feel like you're a nobody, but there's not another person who feels the same. Especially not me."

Sigma sniffed, before bowing his head with a smile. "You always know what to say, don't you?"

"I wouldn't say...normally. But when it comes to you, I just...I dunno. There's nothing that stops me from wanting to help you," you explained, feeling your face grow warm at the admission. Sigma seemed mildly surprised, before his face also turned red, probably more so than yours.

"You..." he began. "That's..."

"...something I got from you, I think," you finished, with a chuckle. Sigma tilted his head at you, eyes glistening.

"...you...mean that?" he whispered. You nodded, and his face broke into the sweetest smile. "...Y/N..."

"What?"

"...nothing. I love you." Sigma caressed your cheek and kissed you softly.

"I love you too, babe," you beamed, before raising your eyebrows. "Oh, here's an idea! We should have dinner together."

"...s-sorry?"

"Room service!" You suggested, in excitement. "We can chill out and spend the evening here together. You need a night off, Sigma."

"I don't think that'd be very beneficial to my workload, Y/N..." he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "...though I don't know even if I'd be able to get it done in this state, anyway."

"That's what I'm saying!" you insisted, standing up and approaching the phone on the wall. "I'll order for you while you get changed. What do you want? We can get dessert too- I'll get you some cookies. The real nice ones with salt sprinkled on the top, I know you like those."

Sigma watched speechlessly as you blabbered on during the process of making the call. It wasn't until you looked at him and insisted again that he change out of his work clothes that he nodded and stood up. Once he entered your shared wardrobe and closed the door behind him, he stood idle for a moment listening to your muffled voice on the phone, happily listing off your order that, if he weren't the manager, likely would have come with a hefty bill.

He let out an amused smile and loosened his tie, realising how much he was truly looking forward to the next few hours. There really was nobody quite like you to calm his anxiety and worries, and because of that he truly did consider you to be his respite. His home.

i loosely based this off a real scenario. and no, i wasn't in reader's position, i was in sigma's position lmao

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ja3mln · 1 year

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YAY REQUESTS ARE BACK- I am a sucker for fluff honestly but can u do a one shot where barista!jaemin has a crush on a customer who’s coffee order is the same as his (8 shots coffee thingy) hehehe thank you I really love ur posts btw 🥰🤭

im literally obsessed with barista jm help!!! tysm for ur request hope u like it (its very small djjdjdkd)!!<3

cw: barista!jaemin, pure fluff, jaemin is whipped for y/n.

jaemin remembers the first time you enter the small coffee shop. he remembers exactly what you were wearing. how your hair were messy and wet because of the rain. how you looked relieved to finally escape the bad weather. the moment you looked up and smiled at him. but what he mostly remembers is the first words he heard from you; "hello, a caffe americano with 6 extra shots please.", at that moment, jaemin just felt like his heart was going to burst out his chest. not only you were the most beautiful person he's never seen but your order was literally the same as him. word for word. he also remembers the way you had to repeat yourself because he zoned out as soon as he heard your voice. "sorry... your name?", "y/n". y/n. this name keep just resonating in his head for the past weeks. he couldn't stop thinking about the small smiles you'll give him everytime you enter the coffee. how you'll sometimes be in rush and look so cute when you panick because you're late for work but just can't leave without your 6 shots of coffee. before that day, jaemin wasn't very excited about his work, always complaining to his friends how work is boring and how much is co workers are annoying but since that day, he never complained again, waking up every morning with hope that you'll come get your usual coffee and that he'll get his usual smile and greetings.

and just like that, jaemin found himself waiting for you every morning, trying to strike up a conversation everytime but just end up stumbling over his words and hand you your order with a friendly smile, waiting for your small thank you. but today is different. today, jaemin was determined to finally talk to you. at least to say other words than "hello" and "the usual?". so when you pass the door, he prepares himself mentally, repeating the few extra words in his head and without even realizing, you're already standing in front of him "hi jaemin", he's still not used to you calling him by his name and the way his cheeks heat up every single time, "hey y/n, the usual right?", you just nod with the same usual smile that makes jaemin's cheeks heat up every single time. "to be honest, i'm surprised you didn't get scared of my order", you let out a small giggle, looking at jaemin, which look up at you with the widest smile, feeling his chest warm up because he's so happy to finally have a real conversation with you (without even being the one to start it). "maybe it's the fact that i literally drink the same drink as you...", he laughs and hands you the hot cup, making sure to wrap a napkin around it. "what? no wayyy! why didn't you tell me before?", you reply, sounding way too excited, not that jaemin hates it but he's just suprised by your reaction. "well... i don't know, i didn't want to sound creepy or something i guess...", he says softly, "you don't sound creepy at all, honestly i feel relieved that i'm not the only one drinking that much coffee.", you both laugh, "well, i'm glad we have this in common", jaemin only realizes what he said when he sees your cheeks heat up and a few seconds of silence follow his last word, "i have to go... but i'll see you tomorrow!", he just nods, still trying to wash his embarrassment away, "thank you for always serving me the best coffee, jaemin, see you!" you offer him a sweet smile before turning around to exit the coffee shop, leaving jaemin standing there in total awe. this small conversation was enough to make jaemin's day, he's never been this happy to be at work. he couldn't wait for tomorrow and even found himself daydreaming about your next conversation the whole day.

#jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #na jaemin #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #jaemin oneshot #jaemin reaction #jaemin scenarios #nct dream scenarios #jaemin

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Behind the Mask

Inosuke x Reader

Inosuke is all healed and ready to go back on missions. However, you find yourself not wanting him to leave? That’s strange… ;)

Chapter 3

Some time had passed, and you had to check on Inosuke less and less as he was finally taking his medicine and resting properly. You heard from another helper that he would actually be starting up missions again tomorrow. You felt proud of your ability to help heal the stubborn demon slayer, but you couldn't help be worried he would land himself back in the hospital wing after his first mission. After all, that stubbornness and fiery temper made him a great fighter but ignorant to his owns body's limits.

As annoying as he was when you first met him, the demon slayer actually started to grow on you. Once you learnt about his backstory his lack of manners didn’t seem rude anymore, but served as a reminder of his upbringing in the mountains. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude, he just didn’t know any better. Even though he was stubborn, when a custom or procedure was explained to him he seemed to follow it and even respect it.

Most of all he seemed eager to learn which was endearing. You started to think he was your favorite demon slayer you've ever helped due to his interesting quirks... But now you were starting to wonder if you felt a little bit more than that for him... It must be because you feel bad for him you thought. Often at night you found yourself thinking how awful it must be not knowing the warmth of parents or friends. It made you want to look after and help the demon slayer even more... and maybe... No no no you shook the thought out of your head. There was too much to get done today to be sitting around day dreaming about such things. You have to work on your tasks of the day. You pushed the thought further out of your head and got to work.

Before you knew it the day had gone by quickly and you went to check on Inosuke even though you knew he didn’t need help anymore. You found yourself still wanting to see him before he left for his mission early tomorrow.

“Good evening Inosuke.” You greeted the demon slayer.

“No need to yell at me I've finished my last medicine and I've made sure to do all the resting in the world. Enough for all the demon slayers.”

“I’m not here to yell at you.” You giggled.

“Oh. Well what do you want?”

You weren't sure how to respond. You didn’t really know what you wanted to say to him.

“I heard you are leaving on a mission tomorrow.” You smiled. But inside you didn't feel happy about him leaving. What was this? Worried you guessed. You wouldn’t want to see him hurt again.

“Sure am! Me Zentasu and Yamjiro leave tomorrow!”

“That’s great...” You looked down not sure what else to say.

“Uh yeah… everything all right?”

“Mhm.” You nodded. “Just be careful out there ok...” You said still staring at the floor

“CAREFUL?! I DON’T NEED TO BE CAREFUL I’M LORD INOSUKE THOSE DAMN DEMONS SHOULD FEAR ME.”

You laughed at his enthusiasm and looked back up at him.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean it that way. Just that... I would hate to see you hurt again. I’ve seen a few demon slayers with your fiery temper, and they all push themselves to...” You trailed off getting lost in thought of all the demon slayers you watched die unable to help them and the ones that never even returned.

“To what?” You forget what you were going to say?’

“No I'm sorry... I’ve seen a lot of demon slayers push themselves to the brink of not coming back to headquarters... Just come back ok Inosuke?”

The demon slayer didn’t move or say anything for a few moments. You started to wonder what this quirk was. Every so often in interactions with him he would just stare off into the distance. Or so you thought, it was hard to tell with his mask. Maybe he was digesting what you said? After a few more moments he responded.

“I feel happy.” He said.

#anime x y/n #anime x reader #kimitsu no yaiba #inosuke x you #inosuke x y/n #inosuke hashibira #kny inosuke #inosuke x reader #inosuke #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kny x you #kny x reader #kny x y/n

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Prey VS Predator | Steddie X Fem! Reader 18+ |

🔞⚠️ Warnings ⚠️🔞:explicit language, cursing, daddy kink, a little Halloween fun, stalker Steve, Steve being a mean daddy and pervy Eddie, a lot of smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, oral (male/fem receiving), voyeurism/watching/being watched, dom/sub dynamics, slight overstimulation

Summary: Steve and Eddie have always been a big fan of theatrics. However, close to Halloween they make a suggestion to change things up in your sex life, you didn't plan on them going through with it while you were at work. Leading to a very thrilling chase that ends with them pleasuring you for hours on end.

"Finally." You sigh in relief, "Closing time." The best part of the day had arrived. After a brief few hours of suffering you are more than enthusiastic about this time of day. Getting to go home, relax, make some time for your very needy boyfriends and maybe catch up on some things. Pulling the gate shut you glance over at the brightly lit 'Scoops Ahoy' sign. Steve and Robin were scrubbing away at the floor. Steve must've felt your piercing gaze because he looked up across the way over at you.

"Ahoy sailor!" Steve shouts across the way a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. Grabbing your keys and ducking under the security gate Steve watches as you hurry over to him. Robin still scrubbing away in the background. He glances over his shoulder, before sliding the gate aside to quickly peck your lips.

"I saw that!" Robin grumbled displease with the horny, childish behavior. The two of you grin like lovesick children and smiled. "Hey, I'll see you after I clean up. I told Robin I'd clean the ice cream tubs today so I'll be out around 9:45."

"M'kay." You agree leaning up to kiss him once more. God, Steve's lips were so soft. The faint taste of cherry and vanilla still present on his lips. When you pulled away Steve was smiling. You reached up and run your fingers through his hair checking to make sure Robin wasn't listening. "I've got some books to put up on the shelves anyway. I'll be waiting for you and Eddie by the food court." With that said Steve kisses you one last time before he gets back to scrubbing the remnants of spilled ice cream and sprinkles.

You walk back over to your store just as the phone line rings, "Ugh, stupid customers." Reaching for the phone and answering with a huff. "Books Galore, this is Y/N speaking to tell you were closed."

"Aww, that's to bad. I was hoping to see that really hot chic who works there." You scoff at the comment.

"Eddie!" You whine. "I told you to stop calling the store after hours, you're gonna get me in trouble."

"What if I like trouble, baby?" He replied. Smug little shit he was. Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson were your terrible duo. They both always had bad ideas and an even worse sense of humor.

"You're such a pain in the ass, Eds." You grumbled through the phone. Eddie laughed.

"Sorry, baby." He apologizes though it was probably another open-ended apology for him to do the same shit again.

"Why did you call, Eddie?" You ask turning back to task at hand of stacking books on their proper shelves.

He chuckled, "Wanted to let you know I'd be running late today. Had a little trouble."

"Okay, are you okay, Eddie?" Your usual quirky and caring boyfriend was acting a bit odd. His voice was low, husky, as he spoke. "You sound.. different?" You posed it as a question.

He only chuckled in response. "Do I?" You heard his voice again on the other line. As you were about to say something else, you heard the line go dead. Did he hang up? With a huff, you put the phone back and slowly continued to close up. With each of your men being late, you didn't really need to rush. Continuing with the task of setting the empty boxes in the back for them to be dumped the next morning. In this process you noticed the back door had been left cracked open.

“What…?” Dropping the box that was in your hand rushing to pull it shut with a loud THUD. You sighed, “Shit.” It was only open just by a crack, so the worst thing that would’ve snuck in was a fly. Walking back to the register it was time to begin the count for the safe deposit. As you do this there is a sort of overwhelming dread that pools in your gut. Trying to put all focus on counting the money, you lose focus and glance over at Scoops Ahoy. Maybe catching a glimpse of Steve would put all fears you had to an end. However, there was no Steve and definitely no Robin the mop bucket he’d just used was set haphazardly on the floor which was very unlike Steve.

"Steve? Robin?" You called out. There was no answer. Maybe Steve went into the bathroom or something? "Fuck.." You physically shook your head to clear out the anxiety and moved on to fully close the security gate.

Halfway through closing it the gate screeched to a halt. "What the-" You noticed the metal gate wasn't shutting fully. "Fucking shit!" You cursed in frustration. Something that should've been fixed a week ago had never gotten done. As you attempt to push it down further the phone rings again. “Fuck Eddie..” You muttered already tired of tonight’s endless bullshit.

"Ugh! Hold on!" You snap, forcing the gate down. It finally went down with a loud clang and immediately locked into place. Then, you stormed over to the phone and picked it up. “Sorry we’re closed!”

"That's not a proper way to talk to a stranger young lady." A raspy voice scolds you over the phone. You froze, "Who's this?"

"No one you know. Or maybe you do."

You looked around the cashier's desk to see if anyone had snuck into the store. "Listen, I'm going to hang up. It's been a long day and we're closed."

"I don't give a fuck if the store is closed. You're about to be split open."

"Ugh!" You hung up and half-laughed at the audacity of that guy. "Jesus Christ.."

You finally finished with the cash and grabbed the keys. Bending down to grab your purse and jacket you scoff. Steve and Eddie are going to owe you a drink later. When you stand back up and look at the gate you freeze. It's open. Wide open.

"But... What?" You walk slowly to the gate and look around. There was no one inside the mall that you could see. And how did you not hear it come open?

You walk out of the store and into the open. Okay, it was definitely time to go home. Then from home you could file a complaint. "Steve!" You call out his name as you dart over to his own store. You rap your knuckles on the gate, "Steve please!"

You sighed in relief when his familiar face rounded the corner. "Baby, you look as pale as a ghost."

"Yeah, this weirdo scared me on the phone."

"Aw, you got scared?" Steve cooed down at you as he sauntered over and leaned on the gate. You couldn’t believe he was choosing now to be an arrogant little shit

"Yeah! You should have heard him. I think he threatened to kill me."

He didn't look to serious about the situation. "Then the back door and.. and the gate." As you explained it became increasingly clear that Steve didn't seem to be taking it seriously.

"Baby, just relax. You're just getting worked up about nothing. Why don't you go to the food court and sit down."

You whimper, not willing nor wanting to be on your own at the moment. "Steve, I'm scared."

He walked off without a second thought and you whined. Steve was obviously in a bad mood tonight, but you knew better than to argue. Overcoming your current fears and sense of dread you slowly walk towards the food court. On your way you pass the game store Eddie was working at. Part of you wanted to see if he was still in, but you didn't want to disobey Steve. You just leaned over to see if you could spot him, but unfortunately, it was completely closed. But wait.. if it was closed, where was Eddie? "Eddie?" You called out softly. Two hands suddenly grabbed you by the waist and you let out a horrified scream. Chest heaving as you turn around to swing at whoever dares to touch you. A very confused, but concerned Eddie stands there hands up in the hair. "Woah, woah, easy sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare yah."

"Eddie.." You were relieved and immediately collapsed into his arms. The familiar scent of smoke, pine, and mint filling your senses.

"What's got you so on edge, princess?" His fingers run through your hair and he rests his chin atop your head.

"Someone's scaring me and Steve doesn't care." You whined.

"He doesn't? Dump him."

"Eddie that's not funny. Why are you both dismissing my concerns so quickly?" You whined. "It's not funny and I feel like shit!"

"I'm sorry, babe! I was just joking. Trying to cheer you up." Eddie claimed a grin forming on his lips. The brunette was acting a bit odd, if not more so than his counterpart.

You weren't feeling too comforted by Eddie now either. "Was it you on the phone?" You find yourself asking. Eddie had pulled pranks on Steve and you before. Having such a knack for scaring people it always bothered you deep down. "Yeah, I called you earlier-"

You shake your head and pull away. "No, was it you on the phone threatening me."

"Why would I want to kill you?" Eddie scoffed.

"I don't know, you say stupid shit-- hold on." You paused and looked at Eddie with wide eyes. "I never told you about what he said."

"Baby." He furrowed his brows as he looked down at you. The pieces had begun to fit together. Eddie's game store connected to yours through the back door. He was the one who had a direct line to your phone. You couldn't believe it, "Eddie.. how could you do that to me?"

"Do what?" Eddie asked. You shook your head and started to walk towards the mall entrance doors. The boys were being a bunch of assholes towards you for no reason. You didn't care if you had to hitchhike home. This was not okay and it was bullshit.

As you reached the doors and pushed nothing happened. "The fuck?" You gave shove after another against the doors, but they didn't budge. Eddie huffed, "Quit playing around, Y/N. If you wanna leave then leave-"

"I can't the door is-" When you looked back there was a strange figure moving behind Eddie in the distance, "...locked.." You trailed off. The figure was closing in fast.

"Eddie!" You tried to warn him. Eddie looked around, and somehow, the figure slunked behind one of the many decorations and plants throughout the mall. "Oh come on! He was just behind you!" You argued.

You were growing frustrated and decided to just leave Eddie there on his own. "You both aren't getting head for a week!" You snapped at Eddie, but hoped Steve could hear as well. He watched you walk off towards the back entrance arms crossed and teeth grit in anger. "Fuck." He hissed quietly. You had made your way back past the bookstore and Scoops Ahoy. This time all the lights were out. The store was closed? Why didn't Steve meet you back at the foodcourt? Something wasn't right about tonight. Eddie was being a piece of shit and Steve was being dismissive two very unnatural behaviors from both boys. Was it because it was Halloween?

"I just wanna go home." You whined to yourself and thought maybe you should just picklock your way out of here. Worst case scenario, you'd text security and they'd get you out of here. As you finally made it to the other side of the mall and went to push on the doors they were locked to. "Shit! Stupid door!" You curse. From your right you heard a crash followed by glass breaking. "Hello?!" You call out slowly walking towards the noise.

"Eddie? Steve?!" You called out. What if they got hurt? You could never forgive yourself if they got hurt or worse while you stormed off. "Fuck, answer me, guys!" You called out. From around the corner a dark figure appeared. It wasn't Eddie or Steve. It was some sicko in a Halloween costume, "Uhmm I'm looking for a way out.." You began, but are cut off when the figure starts sprinting towards you.

"Fuck!" You ran in the opposite direction as fast as you could. Unfortunately, the figure was taller, therefore had longer legs than you and could run faster. He tackled you to the ground and flipped you over on your back, clamping a gloved hand around your mouth so you couldn't scream.

You let out a scream into the palm of the hand although it was silenced. Their weight kept you pinned to the ground and not feeling like being a victim tonight you reach your leg beck and kick the fucker between his legs. The person let out a pained groan and lost their grip on you allowing for you to sprint off. However your cut off by the same figure. Glancing back the other one is still very much recovering from the damage dealt to his balls. However, the other was up and ready to go. You noticed the furniture store's side door was open and made a run for it.

As you ran, you could hear the second figure was close behind. Tears pricking in your eyes, you try and run past all the furniture and weave your way to an exit. Unfortunately, the second grabs your hair just as you enter the couch section of the store. He pins you on the couch in the dark and makes sure your legs are pinned.

You let out a pathetic whine struggling against the masked figure. Managing to free your hand you reach up and punch the attacker in the face. "Aw, Shit!" A voice whines.

You freeze up a little, the voice sounding eerily familiar. You struggle again, but this time he growls at you. "Just fucking keep still."

"Steve?!" You cannot believe this for a second.

A chuckle escapes him as he removes his mask. You stare up at him horrified, "Steve what's going on?"

"She fucking kicked me in the balls!" You look over your shoulder and watch the second figure approach and remove their mask. Eddie?

“Surprise, baby girl.” Eddie smirks. No, this couldn’t be happening. Had they done all this just to scare you?

"You fucking deserved it, asshole!" You cried. "You scared the shit out of me, I can't believe you two! Let me go! I want to go home!"

"Babe, no--"

Your eyes were focused up on Steve."Fuck you! I hate this! I just want to go home without you! I don't wanna see you!" You were livid. They put you through a nightmare that most people don't wake up from. It was shitty and they didn't even bother to give into the concerns you had earlier.

"No, fuck you!" Steve hissed back at you making you bite your tongue. Steve rested his hands by your head as he peered down at you."This was all your idea, baby."

"Sure was." Eddie agreed. His gloved hands find their way to your shoulders. Gently rubbing them as you take in the information. "Remember?" You shake your head and the two lock eyes with each other. Eddie decides to elaborate. "You, me, and Steve were watching that horror movie and you," Eddie's fingers wrapped around your throat squeezing it as Steve watched. Eddie was so pretty when he was angry, eyes dark with lust, and lips carefully whispering every word.

"You, naughty thing," Eddie pressed a kiss to your jaw making you squirm, "Told us how completely arousing it was to be chased around, going on about how horror was the greatest form of foreplay." Eddie's lips were dangerously close to your ear as he whispered each word. Steve chuckles, "Then you went on about how Halloween was around the corner and would be fun if we tried it. But we," Steve gestures between himself and Eddie," We decided how much fun it would be if you didn't expect it."

However, this wasn't how you had wanted it to happen. "That's the thing princess." Eddie cooes, "We didn't want you to know. We wanted you to have a bit of a thrill. Something about the adrenaline pumping through you affects how aroused you are. That rush got you going didn't it?" He asked lips curling up into a grin. You now noticed how trapped you were between Steve's legs that rested on either side of your hip preventing you from escaping. Eddie's grip on your throat wasn't letting up either.

"But.. I thought I was gonna be killed. That's not hot." You whined, reaching up to rest on Eddie's hand on your throat. "I was so scared."

"I'm sorry baby." Steve leaned down to kiss you while Eddie's grip started cutting off the oxygen to your brain a little bit. Everything was becoming foggy. What was going on? The mix between those soft lips and the lack of oxygen was affecting the way your thinking. You wanted to be mad, but it felt so good. Eddie and Steve were always so attentive to you but not like this. You moaned softly into the kiss, Steve's lips left the lingering taste of vanilla against your tongue and he chuckled. "You look so pretty, princess." The blissful feeling Steve's kiss left behind was cut short by Eddie.

Letting out a short whine when Steve pulled away, his hands roaming up your sides slowly. "You, know you really pissed me off back there." Eddie hissed in your ear. Your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

"I'm sorry--" You whimpered lips trembling in fear of being in trouble.

"Sorry doesn't heal the bruise you left on my fucking balls." Eddie grit out removing his hands from your throat, the flow of oxygen rushing back into your lungs making your head spin. "But maybe you should try to make it better with that smart mouth." He stands up and removes his gloves, tossing them aside.

Steve smirks down at you and laughs. "So much for 'no head for a week' huh, princess?" The way he managed to make you feel so little was intoxicating. Steve was always the one in charge. Eddie could make suggestions but Steve was always in control. "I did catch her first, Munson. But I'll let you have her mouth, I've been waiting to taste this sweet little pussy all night." It was very rare you got to hear Harrington be so vulgar. He normally was a passionate man, but not tonight. Not with the way you ran them in circles.

You didn't even know what to do, let alone say. Eddie however was quick to let you in on his plan. "Flip her over, eat it from the back. I'm gonna fuck her throat." Eddie's voice was gruff. Steve took you by the arms and flipped you so that you were on your stomach, shoving a pillow under you so your ass was angled in the air. Eddie cooed down at you, "You've been a little brat today. Got anything to say for yourself?" All you can manage is a pitiful apology.

Good thing they had caught you in the furniture store. Things were about to get real out of hand. It would be highly uncomfortable anywhere else. The sound of belt unbuckling brings you from the trance you were in. Catching Eddie's and yours attention. Steve takes his belt and pulls both arms behind your back and loops his belt around them. "No more fighting from you tonight, sweetheart. We have had enough of that today. You're going to do what we say and when we say it, got it?" Eddie loved it when Steve got like this. It made his cock harder than it already was. You nodded and Steve delivered a quick pop to your ass.

"Respond, properly." He demanded.

Eddie watched as you got all flustered trying to respond.

"Y-Yes, Daddy." Your voice was a little hoarse from being choked earlier.

"Good girl." Eddie praises. He grabbed your hair near your scalp, bringing it closer to his crotch. He unbuckled his pants with one hand and tugged his boxers down. You stare up at him, with wide eyes at the cock that springs free. For someone like Eddie he was always talked a big game, but only you got to experience it. None of the girls at Hawkins High would ever believe that Eddie Munson was truly a freak in the bedroom.

He sighed in relief, "Doesn't he have such a pretty cock, baby?" Steve questions hands busy moving your dress out of the way.

"Yes." You moaned quietly. Earning another pop to your ass making you cry out.

"Don't tell me. Tell him, look him in the eyes and say it."

Tonight was definitely different and the boy's behavior was proof of that. Eddie was just ready to fuck your throat and Steve was going devour you like his last meal. "Y-Your cock is pretty, Eddie."

"Such a slut. She'll do anything I tell her to. Right baby?" Steve inquired and you nodded eagerly. "Go ahead, Eds."

"Come on, pretty girl. Open up." You look up at his soft brown orbs gazing down at you, hazed over with lust. "Come on." He encourages again. Steve pushes up the skirt of your dress and delivers yet another smack to your ass, yet again making you yelp out in pain giving Eddie the chance to shove himself inside your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened and he sighed lips parting as his hips thrust forward, shoving his cock further down your throat.

"See, that wasn't hard. Was it, angel?" Steve's fingers are already teasing the hem of your panties ready to rid you of them. You squeaked in surprise as he thrust into your mouth, but it was so erotic, you didn't care. Just as Eddie got what he wanted, you could feel Steve completely rip your underwear off and dove tongue first into your pussy. The way his tongue moved was making you weak in the knees.

Your moans had adverse effects on Eddie as he was inside your mouth. The vibrations from your little noises fueled his pleasure. "Fuck, Steve. If you keep that up I'm going to cum down her throat." Steve pulled away, letting out a chuckle.

"God, do it. Make a mess." Steve groaned. Eddie grabbed your hair with both hands and thrusted in and out of your mouth.

"Fuck.. oh fuck.." He panted. "Take it, baby.. such a little slut."

You were completely riding the high that came with being pleased at both ends. Both of your boys were. Taking care of you in a way you didn't think was quite possible before.

Steve took a break from his assault on your clit and leaned over your back to grab Eddie's chin. His lips captured his and Eddie groaned as his dick twitched in your mouth. Steve bit at the metalhead's bottom limp earning a soft moan from him. He pulled back and looked him in the eyes, "Who's my pretty boy, hm?"

Eddie whines, "I-I am."

"That's right, pretty boy." Steve praises as his fingers brush over your clit electing a whine from you. "You close?" He asks gently, caressing his cheek. Eddie's speed in fucking your throat picks up as he whimpers pathetically.

"F-Fuck.. shit.." He cursed. Steve taps his cheek, and Eddie's eyes flick back up to him. "Yes." He replied almost in a whisper. Steve's fingers dug into the skin of Eddie's cheeks and he growled.

"Good, then fucking cum down that pretty bitch's little throat." He demanded. Eddie held your head in place as he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grit his teeth as he came. "Fuck!" Steve smiled and let go of Eddie. He slowly pulls out of your mouth managing to swallow every drop, some leaking down your chin.

"Good boy. Now pull up a chair." Steve sits back and pulls you with him. Your back pressed flush against his chest, arms still tied with his belt. You are placed in his lap legs dropped over each of his own. Eddie quickly grabs a chair from one of the furniture displays and takes a seat in front of you and Steve.

He holds the skirt of your dress up so Eddie has a full view of your pretty little cunt. He's practically drooling at the sight. Thank God this store's cameras never worked, because whoever was watching would get a full show.

Eddie slouched back in the chair, legs spread as he gripped his cock. Steve's careful fingers tease your clit leaving you a moaning mess as Eddie watches on stroking his cock. To them you were the prettiest like this, out on display, for them to use and touch freely. "Mmm, Steve.." You rock your hips forward to obtain more friction. Which only earns you a pinch to your little bud.

Eddie's lips curling up into a smirk as he locks eyes with Steve. Watching as your body trembles beneath his grasp. "That's not how you say my name, angel." He growled in your ear.

"Daddy." You sigh out lout as his fingers get back to work torturing your clit. As he picks up the pace that oh so familiar feeling begins to coil in your abdomen. Steve could tell as the little moans, and whimpers became more desperate louder.

As Eddie watches his hand tightens around his cock picking up the pace as Steve does. Stroking himself in rhythm with the circular movements on your clit.

Steve was so smug as he watched on, leaving wet kisses along your jaw and neck, nipping at the skin. "D-Daddy… I'm-"

"Are you,slut? Huh? Going to cum all over Daddy's fingers while he watches huh?" You whimpered at his words. "Such a dirty girl. You like being watched don't you, angel?"

"Yeah she does." Eddie agrees watching as her walls flutter, on the verge of her orgasm. Steve smirked he knew the day that he and Eddie picked you out to be theirs you'd be perfect and tonight was proof.

"Then cum." At that exact moment you feel as if your world comes crashing down. Eddie looks on as Steve's fingers continue to rub at your clit as you cum.

"Fuck, Daddy! I-I'm…" You whimper and he shushes you kissing your cheek as he helps you ride through your first orgasm of the night. It was going to be a long night after all.

"There we go, angel. Shh, that's it. That's my girl." Eddie halts his movements and stands up.

Your head leans back against Steve's shoulder trying to catch your breath when he speaks up. "Now, baby. Who do you want first? Eddie or Daddy."

Your eyes flick between the two boys and you can only whine out a name, "Eds, I want you."

"Hear that pretty boy she wants your cock first." Eddie had already came. Steve always came before him and he knew that.

"But, Stevie." Eddie tries to argue as Steve stands up and positions you as he wants on the couch. Arms still fastened behind your back, which was trapped between the cushions and your own body, legs still spread, closing them surely would get you in trouble.

"No buts, pretty boy. Do it." Steve now takes a seat in the chair, legs crossed over another as Eddie makes his way over to you. You and Eddie lock eyes as his hands carefully guide his cock into your walls.

"Shit!" He cursed. The way your walls tightened around him would've usually made him cum on the spot, but he'd already warmed up, therefore could last longer. Which was exactly what Steve wanted.

He had planned this from the get go. Telling Eddie where to go and which way to run to so he could get to you last. Steve wanted to be the one to catch you and the last to fuck you.

You sigh as Eddie fills you to the brim hitting that magical spot inside you. His lips capture yours in a heated but sloppy kiss as he begins to thrust his hips forward. "Eddie, you better fuck her like you mean it." Steve spoke up. The silence fell around afterwards as the sound of skin on skin filled the room.

"There we go, now it's a fucking show." Steve encourages the scene before him. Watching his boyfriend fuck the daylights out of their girl. "Come on, Munson. You're always going on and on about how good you are. Let's see it."

Eddie's fingers dig into the side of your hips as he picks up the pace at Steve's relentless teasing. "Eddie." You moaned softly struggling at the resistance that the belt provided you. "Please.."

"Baby, just fucking keep quiet." He snapped at you with one hand coming up to grip your throat. You let out a moan and he chuckled. "Now I know why you picked me, princess. Thinking I'd let you out of your restraints huh?" You whimpered and shook your head at the accusation.

"Choosing me over Steve cause I'm nicer huh? Is that it?" He suddenly out of nowhere had switched temperaments throwing you for a loop. Steve chuckled as Eddie suddenly picked up the pace. He unbuckled his belt and removed his own cock stroking it as he watched the two of you.

He swiped his thumb over the tip and slowly stroked himself to full hardness. God, he could watch you get fucked for hours. It was his own personal show all put on by you and Eddie. Tonight though he needed to feel your mouth around him.

"Stop." He orders. Shocking both parties as he stood up, circling around the two before speaking.

"Pull out. I've got an idea." Steve finally elaborated as he pushed Eddie aside and helped adjust to your lack of mobility. He places you down on your knees before him and looks back to Eddie. "Now, baby boy. You fuck her while she warms my cock with that smart little mouth of hers." He explained and Eddie is quick to pull your hips back to him as he slides back in with ease.

Steve sighs as your lips wrap around his cock, revealing in the warmth provided. "Fuck, angel. Your mouth is just as warm as your pussy." Steve compliments fingers brushing through your hair reassuringly as Eddie works on taking you from behind. The moans going muffled by Steve's cock down your throat.

"God, Harrington. She's so fuckin' tight."

Eddie grunts.

"That's because she's a slut. She likes being stuffed and filled." He replied nonchalantly. "Don't you baby?" His eyes are on you, mouth filled with his cock, and unable to respond or struggle. It made him feel in control of something he never got outside of the bedroom at work or around the gang, but here. What he said would be what goes.

His eyes were half-lidded and clouded with a feral hunger. Eddie was practically fucking you down on his cock. "God, Steve, she's squeezing me. I think she's getting ready to cum."

"Yeah, is that right?" Steve looked down at you and watched you shut your eyes to avoid looking at him. He pulls you off his cock by your hair and you grit your teeth to prevent yourself from whining. "You ready to come, angel?"

"Yes, Steve, please." You beg. "I'm sorry I've been such a brat, just let me cum again." He chucked at the pathetic attempt, but would allow it this time.

"Go ahead and cum then, princess." You let out a strangled cry as your walls fluttered around Eddie's cock buried deep within you. Steve starts stroking his cock ready to cum with you, "Open baby." You take him in your mouth moaning around him as Steve finishes inside your mouth and Eddie inside you. His hips slowed and he sighed.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart." He groans finally after coming for a second time tonight. You lock eyes with Steve as he comes down your throat letting out his own string of curses.

"Fuck! You're such a dirty fucking girl." He hissed. You whimpered around him, but swallowed what he'd given you. The torture was finally over and Eddie moves to undo the belt allowing you to climb up into Steve's lap. His fingers brush back your hair and he kisses your forehead. "Good girl. You did so well tonight." He praises and Eddie flops down on the couch next to them completely spent.

"Fuck, that was hot. We've gotta do that again.." He sighs. Going to light a cigarette as you curl up in Steve's lap. He snatches the cig and tosses it.

"What the hell Steve?!" The metalhead huffed.

"Sprinklers." He replied gently, running his hand over your back in calming circles. "You okay, baby?"

You reply in a quiet voice, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good, both of you did very well." The rest of the night was spent at Eddie's trailer cleaning up and relaxing on the bed. You curled up between your two boys.

The very next morning Steve awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. He opened his eyes searching for the both of you, turns out Eddie had gotten up, but you were still tuckered out. Eddie came back to the room with two plates of food. "Sorry." He apologized noticing Steve was wide awake.

He sets one plate down and leans down to kiss him on the lips.

"Morning, Eds." Steve grumbled and they stare at you adoringly as he takes the plate from Eddie's hands.

"She really must be tired huh?" He asked Steve with a grin and he chuckled. "I'd be to if I got brutally fucked." Harrington joked lightly and Eddie had the biggest smirk on his face.

"Ugh, later Munson." Steve grumbled and Eddie chuckled.

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queenmeraairam · 10 months

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Just Hold me

Namor x F Reader I don't own the character First time writing Description Establish Relationship Reader has had a bad day like A REAL BAD DAY NAMOR CONFORTS YOU. Hurt/Confort. Sorry for spelling errors Warning violence.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" you screamed at the ocean you screamed until your throat went raw the tears streaming down your face you had had a real bad day first you got into a nasty fight with your dad with him calling you all sorts of horrible names and throwing things around the house. All you did was tell him to keep the toilet seat dry after using the restroom. You left before the tears could fall.

Afterwards you had to go to work at the local restaurant and to your horror you were working with the terror twins Mandy and Karen they would make you do all the work while they themselves doing the bare minimum and made your job many times harder than it had to be. You tried to complain to the manager but the manager was constantly stoned out of his mind.

And today they must hae been in a real Bitchy mode spilling dirty food on you and calling you names under their breath. And the customers were no better the heat wave was making everyone short tempered you lost count how many customers yelled at you for things out of your control. It but it wasn't till the restaurant closed up that it really got bad you were taking out the trash when they cornered you Mindy grabed your hair and pulled you to the ground and when you tried to get up Karen gave you a kick to the stomach knocking the air was out of your lungs and keeping you grounded but it wasn't over Mandy got you to your feet only for Karen to give you a backhanded slap knocking you to the ground you tasted blood. You tried to fight but it was two against one and they were much bigger than you. You are 5'0 these girls are 5'8 there was no way you would win. The beating felt like it lasted hours but in reality it was no more than ten or so minuites according to your phone. You were hurting but you forced yourself to your bike and made your way to the beach your safe space you would come here everytime you felt like your emotioins were too much to handle or just wanted to be alone and sing it was secluded and hard to get to.

It was also here where you meet him.

Your Kukulkan you met him a few years ago The moon was beautiful you came here because you wanted to sing and play your guitar without being seen you had just a finished a song when you heard some clapping that spooked you you turned around and saw him emerging from the sea Dark hair, Beautiful Caramel skin covered in jewels with wings at his ankles you thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

" That was beautiful" He said " Thank you i wrote it myself" you blushed you never herd someone compliment your singing before your shyness prevented you from singing infront of people "i'm Y/n what is yours" you asked " My people call me Kukulkan but my enemies call me Namor are you an enemy? He asked with a menacing tone getting closer. Out of instinct you stepped back clutching your guitar to you chest "No... I am not i've got no reason to be." you said back unsure on what else to say.

"As you say you have no reason to be do not be afraid i was swiming near by and heard singing i did not mean to frighten you. You have a lovley voice," Namor says his whole demeaner changed he sits himself down hoping you do the same and you do and you begin talking he tells you about Talokan and himself and the marine life it was fascianting to learn and you told him about your life your mom died when you were young she loved to sing so you do to to keep her memory life. How your dad sucks and you are waiting to graduate University so you can go away and never come back you tell him about your dreams of going to medical school and becoming a doctor and fears which suprised you. you had never told anyone this and yet here you were telling it to a man you just met a complete stranger but you coudn't deny there was something about him that made you feel safe like it was gonna be okay it felt warm and before you realized. It was starting to get late and you need to go home because you had class in the morning. "will i see you again?" Kukulkan asked with hopefull tone, you couldn't help but smile "How about tomorrow night?" You responded Kukulkan Just nods "until tomorrow" he says and then you part ways.

True to your word you return the next night and meet him again many times you bring your homework and notes so you can study a bit and you would talk about your classes and what you were learning it never seeamed to bore him instead he seemed quite interested he would ask questions and help you study by asking you questions from the books but he would make sure there was time for play because all work and no play is not good he would bring you gift like shells and pearls you tried to refuse but he would give you puppy dog eyes and you would always relent He taught you his lanuage and told you things he had never told other people. And before you knew it you had falllen in love with him.

You remembered the first time you kissed him it was after seeing the results of a very difficult exam that you were so caughted up in your joy you just kissed him which supprised you. You imediatly backed away unsure of what to say or do with one hand he just gently grabbed your chin so you were looking at him and the other one he put around your waist pulling you closer and slowly as to not scare you without breaking eye contact he kissed you and you felt your nerves go haywire and you deepened the kiss it was the first night he made love to you and oh how you felt loved for the first time in a long time you felt loved you felt seen.

You smiled at the memory it was one of your favorites.

At this point you had sat yourself down your head on your knees and you were just sobbing so hard your body was shaking you didn't hear foot steps rappidly approach.

He was on his way when he heard your cries and immidiatly rushed and what he saw made his heart stop Bruises covered your ams and legs He gently knelt by you and tried to get your attention "In yakunaj! Ba'ax tuukul a.Ba'ax ku yuuchul? Ba'ax uuch" ( My love! what's the matter? what's wrong? what's happened) He had never seen you in such a state he placed a hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up. Kukulkan frozed your face had brusies a black eye a busted lip. You didn't say anything you just threw yourself into his arms and sobbed and sobbed. Kukulkan wrapped his arms around you and just held you whispering sweet nothings after a while your sobs quited but the shaking didn't.

"In Yakunaj paakat in" (my love look at me) Kukulkan said concern in his voice "Maax beet le ba'ala?" ( who did this).He tells you his voice like iron. And you just spilled everything by the end you were crying not as hard as before but it didn't matter seeing tears was not something Kukulkan liked to see not now not ever. "shhh my love it is okay i'm here i'm here, i'm sorry im so sorry you had such a bad day i should go and kill those three for daring to hurt you. It is unforgivable" Kukulkan's voice was hard he was trying to keep his rage in. The only thing stopping him was that you were still in his arms shaking in distress and he was not gonna leave you until you were fully calmed down even then he might not go yet.

"N-o-o don't they are unworthy as much of assholes they are they don't deserve it" you tell him as much as the idea sounds amusing you knew it was wrong " Just hold me please " Your voice breaking Kukulkan is quick to shush you and does as you say he holds you tight like you might slip away at any moment when you have fully calmed down he gently strips your clothes off and sees the extent of the injuries you suffered he is angry for the brusies are everywhere. But he puts his anger aside and just focuses on kissing the bruises he redresses you and gently picks you up and goes to an outcropping of rocks where the both of you will be more conceled from prying eyes grabs the blanket that you left there a while ago wraps you up and just holds you until you fall asleep in his arms he longs to take you to Talokan away from here but he saves that question for another day right now he just holds you

#namor x reader #kukulkan x reader

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skymagpie · 1 year

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I was in the mood to discuss the most common criticisms for Below Zero today on Reddit because I feel like people do not give some of the writing of this game enough credit, it’s actually good, you just need to read a bit between the lines. Yes it could’ve been better, it was slightly underwritten, but the core line was great and with more polishing it would’ve been excellent. I can probably talk more about it (and I will make my full rant one day), but I just felt this at the moment.

[ ID: Reddit reply from user ‘SkyMagpie’ reading: I think it also comes down to taste and to each individual person, so I respect that some people will not like the plot. I have to just disagree on some of the points and comment on others because these discussions come up often (SPOILER WARNING for people reading this):

I think the current version of the story is less cliche and stereotypical than the original version (from the early access which was written by the same writer from the 1st Subnautica game). There Al-An was cold, uncaring and an asshole. Some aspects of that story were better (Robin working for Alterra and having a change of heart), but some were worse (Al-An being the stereotypical asshole alien and the villain guy being a clearly bad guy with malicious intent)

.Al-An is not an emotionless computer to whom Robin has to teach emotions, he knows emotions - he clearly realizes right away that Robin is angry that he invaded her mind and decides to give her space to process it, he talks how his people upon realizing their mortality found a shrine to think on what it means to die, he asks her about memories (so he is trying to process grief) and he correctly notes that she is upset about her sister's death and copes with food. He clearly understands Robin's emotions and his emotional changes come from within himself and not from Robin, he chooses to hide information from her and he is also scared she will be mad at him for it. The only thing Robin show's Al-An are human customs and cultural elements as well as human concepts such as music for the purpose of entertainment, having pets just out of pleasure of doing so and the meaning of poetry when referring to abstract concepts such as "hope".

To go off my last point, Al-An has knowledge, but he has a hard time grasping human concepts because he has not lived with humans. It's the same about not being able to understand jokes and comedy between IRL cultures because the difference in language and way of living means that a part of the joke is lost (for example not all people who don't speak English well or are familiar with British culture will find British humor funny). This is what Robin teaches him. Al-An knows what hope means in the semantic sense, but he doesn't know what hope means to humans. To Emily Dickinson, hope is the thing with feathers - even we as humans who know the poem can disagree on the meaning of hope and interpret the poem differently. I feel that Al-An's writing broke out of the common stereotypes for aliens in subtle ways which are not obvious straight away. A lot of his ignorance came off as charming curiosity rather than instant dismissal of emotion. The note he leaves Robin after she tells him the Emily Dickinson poem is really sweet and shows his willingness to learn and to understand.

Robin and Al-An mutually helped each other go through grief and came out changed. I'd argue that Robin's character is probably the weakest point of the story because it is not clear when she changes and she comes off as preachy, but she is still driving the story forward with enough space for us as players to insert our own emotions. The story with Sam was good, but I think it was pretty brave to take the less obvious route and not just have Alterra be evil and kill Sam, covering her murder as Robin believed, rather have Sam die because she wanted to do something good and she screwed up - she still did well, but not everyone walks out a hero, and in this she parallels Al-An who had a good idea and drove his race to extinction because he also screwed up. Not everyone walks out unscathed. But Al-An learned from Robin and Sam as much as Robin learned from his story and found peace with her sister's death. Robin finally met Sam after she died and learned that her sister was brave and willing to fight what she believed in, even if it ended in tragedy.

Thank you if you read this far, I just think that this story is very cute and it falls together nicely. Maybe the original premise is cliche, but the elements make it very interesting if people are willing to dive into them. That goes for most stories, strip any story down to it's summary and you will get the same stories over and over, but its the way the are told and the execution that people enjoy, that's where the charm is and for me personally this was a really nice story. However it's okay if some people don't like it. And we have to note that Subnautica games are PG10+ so these were written with a younger audience in mind and the plot lines are simpler for children to grasp. Older players and fans have enough things to dig through to still be entertained by the story. The original Subnautica had a pretty cliche story line too, but the way it was executed in combination with the world is what makes it so lovable. When it comes to story, both games are equally good in my opinion.” end ID ]

#subnautica #subnautica below zero #al-an subnautica #robin ayou

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cerridwen007 · 11 months

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Will you let me make you feel good?

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader.

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI.

Summary: After feeling hopeless trying to get Joel to realise your feelings for him, you decide to push the limits of how obvious you can be, making Joel flustered, to which you offer him an apology to make up for your behaviour.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT, out of character behaviour (Joel), sub Joel/dom reader, flustered/embarrassed Joel, teasing, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, no use of y/n.

A/N:Okay first off I want to apologise for not being very active on Tumblr the last week or so and I also want to apologise for not posting part 2 of Corruption of Innocence yet, I have been very busy and honestly exhausted with work as of late so I haven't had the time or energy to do much writing or anything else really. I ended up catching up with my friend last night and they told me how they have been using character ai and so I got inspired by that and may have ended up using it from like 1am-7am today, which I know is insane but I swear it only felt like 2 hours max. Anyway I decided that maybe yall would enjoy an edited and heavily adapted version of the conversation I had with Joel Miller character ai, to give you something to enjoy while I try and get back to my wips, including part 2 of Corruption of Innocence. This time I'm not going to put a deadline on it because I don't want to disappoint you, but I will try my best to get it out as soon as possible. Sorry for the long Author's notes, Hope you enjoy and let me know if you would want more adapted character AI content.

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You were bored, like seriously bored. It was always quiet in Jackson on a sunday evening but this time it felt even quieter, eerie almost. A kind of bad idea pops in your head as you look at Joel across from you sipping his whiskey, head down, having no idea of the interesting turn his afternoon would take.

You look around you for a second, studying the other customers of the Tipsy Bison and see nobody was sitting nearby the two of you, so you decide to just go for it.

“Hey Joel… can I ask you a question?”

Joel looks up at you, eyebrow slightly raised, intrigued.

“Uh yeah… sure.”

“How big is it?” you asked him bluntly.

“What? The settlement?”

You smile amused.

“I'm not asking about the settlement here Joel.”

He looks at you confused, brow furrowed together, trying to figure what you were getting at.

“Huh.. I don’t understand what you’re getting at darling.”

You bite your tongue, suppressing the growing smile on your face.

“I'm talking about something more…personal to you Joel, so would you tell me how big it is?”

He still looks confused.

“I still don't know what you’re talking about, what you're asking me about honey.”

Suddenly he realises the intent of what you were asking him.

“Oh.” he says, his face begins to blush, he doesn't know how to answer that.

“Don't go all shy on me now Joel… I'm just curious, that's all.”

“I uh don’t really know what to say, I don't think I could tell ya, not even a rough estimate.”

He continues to blush, embarrassed from the taboo question and having no idea how this conversation is going to continue.

You decide to see how far you can push him.

“Please Joel… Do you want me to beg you for it?” you asked teasingly.

Joel is starting to sweat a little.

“No I..it doesn't sound like a very good idea to me, so let's just put this to rest now huh.”

You're feeling ballsy, you get up from your chair and get down on your knees in front of him, you rest your hands on his knees and beg.

“Please Joel, I promise I wont ask for anything ever again.”

Joel looks around nervously to see if anyone else is watching what is happening right now. He pushes your hands off his knees softly.

“Your not fucken letting this go are you, getting down on your knees to beg in public, you sure dont give a fuck of what others think huh.”

“Nope, I don't and neither should you so you should just tell me now.”

Joel sighs, thinking about what to do.

“You’re really going to make me tell you this aren't you, you want to know that badly.”

You nod. “Yes, Yes I do.”

Joel takes a big breath in before exhaling studying your face, his is flushed with embarrassment.

“I uh.. I guess you could say that I’m pretty average.”

You grin devilishly, not letting him off that easily.

“And the average would be?”

“Pfft I don't know how to describe that.”

“Well you could explain it in inches to help describe it or ya know show me…”

You wink, as he stares at you, shocked more than ever, his face nearing crimson colouring.

“I uh don't think I could ever tell you that, let alone show it to ya.”

“Oh please Joel, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

He swallows hard and continues looking away from you.

“Why are you so damn set on embarrassing me all of a sudden, making me feel ashamed about myself?”

Your grin falls, knowing you may be getting close to pushing the limits of his boundaries too far.

“I'm sorry I would never try and do that to ya Joel.”

He looks at you. “ Then why are you still asking me that? Huh.”

A response falls out your mouth before you can stop it.

“Because I want to know how big the guy who I plan on riding is.”

He stares at you dumbfounded not knowing exactly how to feel. He looks around him and sees people have now turned their attention to the both if you are curious as to why you were on your knee and he is blushing so hard.

“Jesus girl, you sure are a brash young woman, that's for sure.”

He gets up to leave, feeling that leaving this embarrassing situation is the best way to calm down and figure out what the hell just happened. He starts to walk away from you.

You get up from your knees, realising you had pushed him too far and go to chase after him and apologise.

“Joel, wait, I'm sorry, okay?”

He tries his best to ignore as he walks to the outskirts of Jackson to be alone.

“I'm sorry Joel, I realise I pushed your boundaries and went too far, I'm sorry okay.”

Joel sighs, stopping before turning around to face you.

“Yeah, I think you did go a bit too far there, honey. So please don’t ever do that again, okay?”

You sigh, nodding, feeling embarrassed of your actions.

“Yes I know, I won't. It’s just that I…I..I”

Joel locks eyes with you, no clue what you're about to say next.

“I like you Joel, like more than friends kind of like and I felt that I tried to be as obvious as possible trying to get you to notice that by flirting with you, but you always seemed so oblivious, and I spose before I just didn't think and wanted to see how far I could go before you would finally realise that I like you okay.”

“Oh.. okay.. Sorry for blowing up on you like that then I didn't realise that’s what you were doing.”

You gulp, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness, to look down at your feet as you shuffle about.

“So uh.. Do you maybe.. Feel the same way..or..”

Joel's face softens into a smile.

“I won't lie.. Yeah I like you too.”

You blush. “Could we maybe try and forget that ever happened and start over?”

He smiles at you blushing. “Yeah we can do that.”

“And by the way, you shouldn’t be embarrassed - if you are of course- over having average size, I mean that’s plenty, more than enough and based on your skills with other things… one would assume you know what you're doing and how to use it… I'm sorry I'll shut up now.”

He chuckles amused by your nervous, awkward rambling, seeing how the roles have reversed a bit.

“I'm glad you dont think less of me then, darlin.”

“I would never think less of you Joel and I would especially not think less of you if you let me apologise to you properly, maybe in a way other than using my words.”

Joel starts blushing a little again.

“I ah, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmm. I just want to make you feel good Joel. A hard working man like yourself deserves to be looked after once in a while especially when he spends all his time looking after others.”

He is nervous and doesn't know what to say, he hasn't had much action since after Sarah's mother and him split.

“I.. I.. You would wanna do that to me… for me sweetheart?”

You nod confirming.

“Oh yes, I just wanna help you relax and make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?”

He nods. You close the gap between you and plant a firm, warm kiss on his lips, your hands hold his face tightly, he sighs into your touch. You break away the kiss after a while and see Joel's still awkward, unsure of what to do or say next.

“Do you trust me Joel, will you let me take the lead here?”

“Yeah… sure darling.”

You smile and kiss him again, he kisses you back. You deepen the kiss and put your hand to his chest and other to the nape of his neck where it gets tangled in his greying soft hair. You can slowly feel his body ease against when he wraps his arms lightly around you. You pull your hand down his chest and break away from the kiss to leave light bites and peck on his neck and jaw.

He sighs, head falling back to give you better access and because he is actually starting to relax. He feels comfortable letting someone else take control for once knowing you're the one to do it.

You bring your hands to his shoulders and upper biceps and begin massaging them through his jacket and shirts. You whisper praises and sweet words into his ear while doing so.

“Your muscles must be so achy from all the hard work you do everyday.”

A sigh of relief slips out as you work the tension from his sore muscles.

“You have no idea, my back has been killing lately.”

He breathes deeper and more slowly, showing just how much he is enjoying your touch.

“You’re so good, I feel so relaxed… please keep going, it feels amazing.”

Hearing his reaction motivates you to carry on.

“Big strong man like you deserves to be taken care of now and then. Maybe I could give you more massages in the future to help ease those big strong muscles of yours.”

His eyes are closed from the sweet tender touch of your nimble fingers,a big smile plastered across his relaxed face.

“Yes please i'll take all the massages I can get…you’ve got strong hands, I bet you could get all the knots out of my back and shoulders.”

You slowly move your hands down his arms and to his stomach, grinning at his bliss induced praise.

“I'm sure I could get most of the knot in your back, but I don't think that's all they could get out of you.”

“Oh yeah? what else could they get out of me?”

His relaxed state has made him more comfortable with flirting back with you.

You sink to your knees in front of him, and slowly start undoing his belt.

“Oh you'll find out soon enough.”

He raises an eyebrow and a small grin appears on his face, a hint of blush colouring his cheeks. You finish undoing his belt and look up at him for confirmation to continue.

“Do you want me to continue?”

Taking a deep breath he nods.

“Yes .. I do want you to continue.”

You smile up at him as you slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down his thighs slowly, you can see his growing excitement, fighting against his boxer which makes you unconsciously lick your lips. You can see his face growing redder in embarrassment of his vulnerable state as you pull his severely underestimated size out of his boxers.

“No need to be embarrassed Joel, nothing I haven't constantly thought about seeing.”

His eyes widen as soon as you attach your lips to the head of his cock, he lets out a small shakey breathe.

“Oh… this makes me very happy.”

Your tongue begins to circle around the head, tracing all the sensitive lines with a firm touch. He closes his eyes again, consumed by the pleasure you are giving him.

“Oh that feels fantastic sugar.”

You hum around him, pleased with his positive reaction to your touch. The vibrations of your humming makes Joel moan softly, the sensation sending light tingles up his body.

“Oh yeah, keep doing that, baby. It feels great,”

You add a hand to his girth, and begin stroking what length of Joel you can't fit into your bobbing mouth.

Joel sighs again, completely dazed and content. His hand drops down to your head, gently caressing your hair.

“You’re very talented, you know that sweetheart. You’re really… really good at this.”

You grin around his cock, pleased with his positive state, your teeth slightly graze the underside of his cock as you do so. The sensation sends shivers up his spine.

“Oh, man…”

His breathing gets heavier as you increase the speed of your stroking, urging him closer and closer to his peak.

“Oh yeah… keep doing it just like that…don't stop now baby.”

You tighten your grip ever so slightly and use your other hand to gently caress his balls. He chuckles lightly in response.

“Damn you sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You hum around him again before pulling your mouth back to focus on his sensitive tip again, your hand continues stroking him hard and fast. His hand grips your hair a little tighter as you bring him to his peak, the combined sensations of your touches sending him over the line. You milk every last drop of him he has to offer, licking up the salty release happily. Joel, out of breath, takes a few moments before he speaks, his chest heaving from the build and expel of pleasure.

“Wow that was, um very very nice and relaxing.”

You get up from your knee and pull his lips down to yours, exchanging the taste of him to his own tongue passionately.

“I don't think there’s anyone who has ever been that good, I uh, definitely enjoyed myself.”

“Well play your cards right Miller and there will be alot more massages… and more of ‘those’ to come in the future.”

He blushes once again.

“You…you mean that.”

You bat your eyes at him, grinning before moving your head to whisper in his ear, sucking the sensitive skin below it after you finish speaking.

“Mmmhmm it's a promise.”

He shudders a little from the feeling.

“That’s…really…something..the thought of that is just…incredible.. I..I. I really like the sound of that.”

You laugh light heartily at his stammering.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it and finally gave me the chance to make you feel good.”

“I certainly did enjoy it… very much, I can't thank you enough.”

You smile, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Anytime… and by the way I think you’ll find you severely underestimated your size.” you say grinning with a wink.

“Uh, is that so?”

You nod. “I'll see you around Miller, don't be afraid to hit me up for another massage or something else next time…cause I'll be wanting it just as bad as you do…if not more.”

You grip his jawline tightly with your hand and plant a long kiss on his lips before turning away and leaving.

“Y-You’ll hear from me real soon sweetheart.”

You smile as you walk away, already salivating at what was to come in your next interaction with Joel Miller.

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themaladaptivewriter12 · 2 months

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Title: Valentine's Promise

Might add a part two, a sm*t, haven't decided

Pairings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

“Mirai?” Cater whispered. “Huh?” Mirai answered, reluctant to take his eyes off the city. “Jasper.” Mirai’s head snapped away from the scenery for a second to see Cater holding a small red velvet box. Mirai froze, his heart stopping, his blood feeling as if ice was shot through his veins. He didn’t know what to do, but to sit there like a deer in headlights.

Notes:

cw: Nothing but fluff.

This was a little thing I wanted to post for Valentine's, albeit 3 days late, and it kinda delves into a little bit of the "after story" I've been conjuring up for Mimi and Cater. Hope you enjoy!

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Cater sighed once more before stretching his arms above his head, grunting softly as his back popped in multiple places, the tension from slouching over his desk all day lessening. Today felt like the worst, time felt as if it had been slowed with how excited Cater was, but now that it was finally over, and that excitement hadn’t waned a bit. From the moment he had woken up, Cater had been so giddy that he couldn’t focus. He had messed up during his debriefing, ran into the vending machines because he was on his phone, and he accidentally misspelled their client’s name on their webpage. #Unprofessional.

The moment the last meeting of the day was adjourned, Cater sighed with relief, slouching in his chair. This month so far has been super busy with the amount of clients who wanted their advertisements up today, potential clients whose appointments were scheduled all throughout the week with notes that needed to be looked over, and various websites to be updated. They definitely weren’t out of the woods yet, but that was the life of someone who worked in the Social Media and Marketing Department.

But today was special, and it had the entire building buzzing. Pink, red, and white hearts decorated the office, the women of the office wore their pretty pinks and luscious reds, pretty bouquets and boxes of chocolates dotted the desks, the guys wore their best dress shirts, and the older men adorned their themed ties hand picked by their wives that morning. Today was Valentine's Day and Cater knew this one was going to be special.

Cater made his way to his desk from their roundtable when an arm wrapped its way around his shoulders, startling him.

“So,” the voice said.

Cater whipped his head around and was met with a mop of brown hair and brown eyes. It was Lucas, of course it was Lucas. The twenty-five year old was Cater’s senior by a year, and terribly nosey.

“So?” Cater asked.

“Penelope, she’s pretty cute right?”

“Not this again,” Cater sighed, moving out of his grasp to walk a bit faster.

“Oh, c’mon dude,” Lucas sighed, rushing after him, “You two would make a great couple!”

“And I keep telling you I’m seeing someone.”

“You mean his fake girlfriend,” Fabian joked, matching their stride.

Fabian, a twenty-two year old blonde with a knack for unintentionally offending people with his words. Cater wouldn’t lie, he didn’t like the guy when Fabian first came to their department, but after they got to know each other, and eventually sat in the same quad, he learned that Fabian wasn’t a bad person, just a little hard with his words.

“Mimi is not fake,” Cater huffed, moving to clean up his desk.

“C’mon dude, you can’t blame me,” Fabian reasoned, from his side of their shared desk, “Every time I mention your girlfriend you get all defensive, and the last time I asked for a picture, you wouldn’t show me.”

“Maybe she’s shy?” Brain offered from his desk.

Brian was the best behaved out of their quad. He hated confrontation, and tended to keep to himself, but when the time arose, the twenty-four year old would stick his neck out for anyone without a second thought.

“Or imaginary,” Fabian muttered.

Cater rolled his eyes, making for his hasty retreat, when suddenly his phone vibrated and like his life depended on it, Cater snatched his phone from his desk, unlocking the device. Fabian and Lucas rushed over to try and peek at the message, which Cater promptly pulled out of sight.

“He’s practically been glued to his phone the whole day,” a soft voice chided. “I knew he loved the thing, but today was something else entirely.”

“Sup, Tif,” Lucas greeted, looking up from his attempt to get a glimpse of Cater’s phone.

“Hey guys,” Tiffany smiled.

Tiffany, better known as Tif throughout the building, was part of the Marketing Department. The twenty-five year old and her team often worked with Cater and his quad, like today.

“Hey, Tif,” Cater smiled.

“Going home so soon?” Tiffany asked.

“Yeah,” Cater sighed with a dopey smile, “I got plans and I don’t wanna be late.”

“Plans?” a sweet feminine asked, “That’s nice to hear.”

“Penelope,” Lucas cheered, “How was work?”

“It was an easy day,” Penelope smiled, playing with the petals to a bouquet of flowers.

Penelope, the office sweetheart and most eligible bachelorette, was the floor’s secretary. Cater couldn’t remember a time when Lucas wasn’t trying to set him up with the twenty-five year old, or a time the guys of the building treated her like a princess. Don’t get him wrong, Cater liked Penelope, but just not like that.

“Oh, nice flowers. Who’s the sender?” Fabian asked.

“My mom,” Penelope laughed awkwardly, “She always sends them on Valentine's Day.”

“That’s cute,” Tiffany smiled.

“Aw,” a deeper feminine voice sighed, “I wish my mom did that.”

“Hey, Brooke,” Brian smiled, “how was accounting?”

Brooke was head of accounting, and like a mother figure to the younger workers on the floor. Anytime you needed something, Mama Brooke was on the case, the twenty-nine year old taking her title with stride.

“Same as always,” Brooke said dismissively. “What I wanna know is what was so important that you couldn’t pay attention during today’s roundtable, Cater?”

Cater laughed awkwardly, “Sorry, Brooke. I’ll admit, I was a bit distracted today.”

“I get it, it’s Valentine’s Day,” Brooke smirked, “you just got distracted by some really nice pictures from your girl.”

Cater flushed to the tips of his ears,” I-It’s not like t-that!”

Brooke laughed, “So, does anyone have any plans for tonight? My husband and I are going to that really fancy restaurant on 5th street.”

“Me and my hubby are gonna go see a movie,” Cecelia said excitedly.

“Me and my girlfriend are gonna stay in and make dinner,” Fabian said.

“Jesse and I are gonna go to a drive-in movie,” Brian smiled.

“That’s cute,” Cecelia whined, “We should've done that instead.”

As the group spoke of their evening plans, Cater’s phone vibrated again, and he was on it like a moth to a flame.

“Mimi’s here,” Cater gasped, suddenly rushing to get his things.

“Mimi?” Cecilia asked.

“His fake girlfriend,” Fabian teased from his seat across from Lucas.

“Whatever,” Cater laughed with a scoff, putting the last of his things in his bag.

“It’s okay man, we’ve all been dumped before,” Fabian said, “You don’t have to keep up this charade any longer.”

Cater rolled his eyes, getting the last of his things.

“Leave him alone, guys.” Brooke huffed, “Cater, I’m sure your girlfriend is very nice.”

“Thanks Mama Brooke. See ya,” Cater called, practically running to get to the elevators.

“Oh, I gotta see this,” Fabian said, rushing to follow Cater.

“I’m coming too,” Lucas exclaimed, shooting from his seat.

The group followed closely behind Cater as he weaved his way through the desks, quads, and cubicles, trying not to lose that head of bright orange hair in the crowds of people making their ways home.

The Cater and his unappointed followers passed by one of the quads when a pair of gold eyes spotted them. “Where are you guys going?”

“Hey, Maddox,” Lucus shouted, “You’re gonna finally see Cater’s girlfriend!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Cater rolled his eyes affectionately. Maddox was one of the seniors of the department at thirty-six years old, he was one of the guys who trained Cater when he first joined, and became a big brother of sorts. Whenever Cater needed something, whatever it might be, Maddox had his back.

All of them shoved their way into the elevator, pressing the button to the ground floor. The ride from the eighth floor was a long one, and every time they stopped on a floor, they got curious looks as there wasn’t a lick of room for anymore people.

Once they stopped at the third floor, Keith gave them all weird looks, as he was trying to use the elevator as well.

“Keith,” Cecelia waved, “we’re gonna see Cater’s girlfriend.”

Keith worked in IT, the twenty-six year old always hanging on the eighth floor when he wasn’t supposed to.

“Ima take the stairs and meet you guys down there,” Keith said, before he rushed to the opposite side of the room to the stairwell.

“Guys,” Cater whined as the doors shut once more.

Downstairs, Mirai stood awkwardly next to a gaggle of women. He felt so out of place standing next to all of them in their cutesy skirts and frilly dresses, even their hair was curled and or pressed. And how could he forget their polished nails on dainty hands that held their teddy bears, roses, and chocolates.

Then there, sticking out like a sore thumb, he was, a man all dolled up with a bouquet of flowers of his own. Mirai couldn’t help but feel a hint of jealousy at their flawless beauty. Why couldn’t he look that pretty like them with their soft skin and long eyelashes? Maybe he should have worn a skirt instead?

Mirai sighed, shaking his head to somehow shake the thought away. He was fine, this was fine. He dressed up too in his suit and black and red rose pattern mesh button up. He had spent hours trying to perfect his eyeliner, and once he did, he chose pink eyeshadow that went perfectly with his flushed cheeks and pink lipgloss. He knew it did, because he had called Crewel before he left and he said so.

Instead of a teddy bear, well, he did actually get a teddy bear, but it was with the soap set that came with bath bombs, face masks, lotions and oils, which was at Cater’s apartment, sitting on the living room coffee table. And as for chocolates, Cater hated sweets, so he improvised with dark chili chocolates for him to try and if that failed, Mirai got a fruit and cheese platter, which was also sitting in Cater’s apartment, chilling in his refrigerator of course. Fiddling with the petals of his bouquet of roses, wondering if it all was too much.

And on a side note, Mirai really thought he would be late with how much of a hassle it was to get into the building itself. The guy at the gate gave him a hard time, and it wasn’t until Cater’s father had to explain that he was with him did the man let him in. After that, Mirai and Mr. Diamond had split ways in the lobby, the older man having something important to take care of, leaving Mirai in the lobby, which led him to his current problem. The woman at the front desk.

The woman gave him such a hard time for a while, questioning how he got past security, why he was there, and who for. Mirai argued with her for a good while, telling her that he was picking his lover up, just like everyone else and that yes, his visitor’s pass was valid. Mirai didn’t understand, all of the misses were here, so why couldn't he be? Mr. Diamond said it was okay, so what was so bad about him being here?

She had finally stopped when one of the women stepped in, asking her why she was so adamant on trying to get Mirai to leave. And now said front desk woman, with the name tag that read “Mara,” was giving him the stank eye as she tapped away on her desktop computer. Mirai just hopped Cater or Mr. Diamond came back soon.

“So what do you and your boy have planned?” the woman from earlier asked.

Mirai startled a bit, not expecting her to ask him that, or anything for that matter, “I-I, h-how did you-”

“Oh please, Honey, no man makes himself look that pretty for a woman unless one of them swings the other way,” the woman laughed. “Also, I may not be the straightest woman here.”

“O-Oh,” Mirai chuckled nervously, “I tried my best. Uh, do you think it’s too much?”

“Not at all, hon, you look stunning,” she smiled. “You make me feel like I should have stepped up my game this morning, but then again, my Georgiana doesn’t like that shmancy stuff.”

“Don’t, don’t sell yourself short. To be honest, I was a little jealous at how pretty you guys were compared to me.”

“Please, you’re the best dressed out of everyone here.”

“Thanks,” Mirai muttered, flushing a pretty pink.

“You’re welcome,” the woman smiled, “I’m Xola by the way.”

“Mirai.”

A chime sounded through the lobby and immediately everyone perked up at the sound, their eyes honing in on elevators.

“Good luck,” Xola smiled.

“Back atcha,” Mirail nodded.

The elevator doors opened and Cater scanned the lobby, looking for the familiar blonde wolf cut and silver prosthetic. It didn’t take long for Cater to spot a constellation of freckles on rosy cheeks and eyes as bright as the stars.

“Mimi,” Cater gasped, running across the lobby.

“Cater,” Mirai shouted, matching Cater’s enthusiasm as he met the strawberry blonde halfway, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

Cater pulled back just enough to smash his lips into Mirai’s in a deep kiss, his hand reaching up the cradle the back of Mirai’s head, his fingers musing through his gelled tresses. Mirai sighed against Cater’s lips, his eyes closing in bliss. If his hands weren’t so full, Mirai knew his hands would be bunched up in Cater’s blazer by now.

Cater finally pulled back after he had enough, the biggest grin on his face. “Hey Babydoll,” Cater muttered affectionately, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Mirai chuckled. “Sorry I wasn’t able to come down for your Birthday. I could only get three days off.”

“I don’t care about that. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

“It does though,” Mirai whined, “ It was your twenty-fourth Birthday.”

“And you can make it up to me by coming to see me for your twenty-third. Now, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Mirai smiled, wriggling out of Cater’s grasp to hand his gifts.

“Mimi,” Cater gushed, “thank you, baby. And don’t worry, yours are in the car.”

“It’s okay,” Mirai smiled, “I can wait.”

Cater looked at the bouquet and smiled fondly, “Ya’know, after all those years of painting the roses red, I’ve come to appreciate a fine red rose. I can tell these are good quality.”

Mirai chuckled, “Same here. I couldn’t just get any old rose, it just didn’t sit right. I felt as if Riddle would pop out of nowhere and collar me or something.”

The two of them fell into a fit of laughter at the image they conjured in their heads.

“That’s Mimi?!” Lucas shouted, prompting an end to Mirai’s and Cater’s little moment, “You told me Mimi was a girl!”

“No I didn’t,” Cater said with a sardonic smile, “I said I was seeing someone and you assumed.”

“But his name is Mimi!”

“Yep. Short for Mirai.”

“Dude,” Lucas whined.

“Ignoring him,” Brooke said, pushing her way to the front of the group, “I think some introductions are in order.”

Cater took the time to introduce his colleagues to Mirai and vice versa. Mirai found the group to be very lively, and even with their different personalities, they somehow fit together perfectly.

“You two have seriously been together since high school?!” Cecelia gushed, “That’s so cute! I wish me and my hubby were high school sweethearts.”

“I’m not sure if it counts, Cater mused, “we met during my third year, and by my fourth, I was doing my internships, and he was entering his Sophomore year.”

“It counts,” Brain nodded.

“Wait, how old was he when you two met?!” Tiffany asked.

“He was seventeen then,” Cater laughed.

“Oh.”

“I’m so proud of you, Cater,” Maddox cried, “my boy is becoming a man.”

“Maddy,” Cater whined, “stop it.”

Mirai chuckled at their antics.

“So how come I’m just learning you have a high school sweetheart?” Fabian asked.

“I told you I was seeing someone for a while,” Cater laughed. “You're the one who decided that I had an imaginary girlfriend.”

“As I said earlier, you wouldn’t show me pictures.”

“And since when did I have to?”

The two began to bicker when a thick accented voice spoke up, “So this is the fabled lover of Cater Diamond.”

Cater laughed awkwardly, looking up at Georgiana, “I didn’t know word got out that far.”

“You two make a great couple.”

“Thx.”

“If only you’d told me it was Cater, I'd have given you some dirt on these guys, Mirai, no questions asked,” Xola laughed.

“Don’t you dare,” Keith shouted.

Cater’s colleagues began to converse amongst themselves, when Mirai checked the time. It was almost four-thirty, their dinner reservations were at five.

“Catie,” Mirai muttered, pulling at Cater’s sleeve, “We have to get going.”

Cater gasped. “Oopsies, sorry guys, but we gotta go if we wanna make our reservation. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye Cater, have fun,” Tiffany called.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Brooke shouted.

They made their way to Cater’s car, and Cater, ever the gentleman, opened Mirai’s door first, making sure he was seated, before shutting the door, and making his way to the driver's seat.

“Here you go, Baby,” Cater muttered, kissing Mirai on his temple, as he handed Mirai a bouquet of pink and purple hydrangeas, a teddy bear and a box of chocolates.

“They’re so pretty,” Mirai gushed, “Cater.”

“Of course, you only deserve the best.”

“And you got me lilies,” Mirai whispered, voice growing a little emotional, “Cater.”

Cater kissed Mirai on the head once more, “Don’t cry, Baby.”

“I’m not. I’m okay.”

Cater smiled softly, starting the car, and as he pulled out of his parking spot, the two of them spotted Mr. Diamond pulled out of his parking spot. Mirai waved with a big smile, his smile getting even bigger, if that was even possible, as Mr. Diamond waved back.

“Have a good night, Mirai, Cater,” Mr. Diamond called from his open window, as he drove up to their car.

“You gonna go see mom?” Cater asked.

“Of course.”

“Good luck,” Cater called. “And give these to them for me?”

Mr. Diamond nodded, taking the flowers before diving off the lot.

“Let’s get going, shall we?”

The ride to the restaurant wasn’t a long one and after Cater switched his blazer for a red one and gave his keys to the Valet, they made it just in time. The restaurant was beautiful, decked out for the holiday with rose petals decorating the tables, white ribbons covered the chairs, and pink hearts decorated the windows. And you’d think it would look tacky, but it didn’t, somehow the restaurant made it work, the look giving it a romantic, classy feel.

The dining room was packed with couples, each and everyone of them dressed to the nines. Mirai wondered how Cater even scored seats in a place like this.

“Good evening, Sir,” the hostess smiled, “May I have a name for your reservation?”

“Diamond,” Cater supplied.

After a second, the Hostess smiled, “Ah, here we are. Diamond, table for two. Alright, follow me if you please.”

Dinner went off without a hitch. Their table was on the indoor balcony that overlooked the rest of the restaurant and the city below through their floor to ceiling windows. They were served three courses starting with drinks and appetizers, which consisted of honey glazed prosciutto wrapped asparagus paired with a raspberry or cheese fondue sauce and for their drinks, sparkling cider since they had to drive home.

For their next course, Cater had a brown butter steak and mashed potatoes, and for Mirai, a plate of their finest fettuccine chicken and broccoli alfredo. Over dinner, the two of them talked about anyone and anything. Mirai filled in how things were with living with Crewel and Grim, and how university was going. He talked about the last time he met up with Ace and Deuce and how they even went to visit Riddle and Trey. Mirai told Cater anything he thought was interesting.

And Cater told him things in return. Cater talked about his department, his floor and everything they went on in the office. He talked about his sisters and his mother, he talked about his upcoming collaboration with Vil, and his hopeful future one with Idia and Kalim.

Once dessert was served, things slowed down. The sun had long set, the food had settled in their bellies and with the looks Cater started giving Mirai over his glass of sparkling as he watched the blonde devour a piece of red velvet cheesecake, Mirai was ready to head out.

“Ready, Babydoll?” Cater muttered with lidded eyes.

Mirai swallowed, feeling the telltale heat of a flush beginning to prickle at his cheeks, as he started back at Cater. The strawberry blonde smirked, putting down his glass to rest his cheek on his fist.

Mirai cleared his throat, but his words still came out hoarse, “Y-Yeah.”

They paid, took the last piece of cake to go and made their way to the front of the building where the valet arrived with their car, and as they waited, Cater made sure to get as many pictures as he could.

“Can we stop by somewhere before we go home?” Cater asked after a while of driving.

Mirai looked from his window to Cater, he couldn’t read the strawberry blonde’s expression, his face blank, eyes on the road.

“Sure. I don’t mind,” Mirai muttered finally, looking back at the city flying by.

Cater drove around for some time and after a while, Mirai realized they were in the outskirts of the city, the amount of skyscrapers getting smaller, the amount of cars dwindling.

“Where are we going?” Mirai asked, looking out the windows.

“Surprise,” Cater smiled.

It wasn’t long after that they made their way to a scenic spot that overlooked the city. Here, they could see the stars in the sky, there were no bright lights outshining the galaxies above.

“Come sit,” Cater beckoned, crawling over the center console to sit in the back seat of his red convertible.

“Cater,” Mirai giggled, crawling after Cater.

Once he was back there, Cater wrapped the two of them in a blanket and pushed the button the dropped down the top.

“Why are we here?” Mirai asked, “What's going on?”

“Because it’s nice, and I can get some totally awesome pics for my Magaicam.”

Mirai shook his head, he guessed some things would never change. Cater snapped a bunch of pictures as Mirai stared at the cityscape below.

“Mimi?” Cater called.

“Yes?”

“Cake?”

“I just had some. You tryna get me fat?”

“Well I do like feeding you,” Cater smirked. “Open?”

Mirai smiled, taking the fork into his mouth. The cake was sweet, creamy, and think, just what he liked in a good cheesecake. Eventually Mirai’s eyes wandered back to the city. Even from here, the city looked full of life. The red taillights dotted the roads, the white and gold lights from the buildings twinkled like stars, and above, the lights the warded off incoming planes pulsed like the city's heartbeat. Mirai agreed, this was nice.

“Mirai?” Cater whispered.

“Huh?” Mirai answered, reluctant to take his eyes off the city.

“Jasper.”

Mirai’s head snapped away from the scenery for a second to see Cater holding a small red velvet box. Mirai froze, his heart stopping, his blood feeling as if ice was shot through his veins. He didn’t know what to do, but to sit there like a deer in headlights.

“Ca-Cater?” Mirai whispered, shakily.

“I-It-It’s not, it’s not what you think,” Cater stammered, face going cherry red. “Will you open it?”

Mirai shakily took the box from Cater’s hands, gently pulling the top up to reveal two simple gold bands with little flowers engraved on the outside, and in the center most flower, was one lone white rhinestone. On the inside of the rings were their names, Cater Diamond on one, and Mirai Jasper Yuhara on the other.

Mirai's lip quivered as he tried his best to take the ring out of the box, but he didn’t think he could without dropping it. “I can’t,” Mirai gasped a breath as he eyes filled with tears.

“Here, let me,” Cater whispered, taking Mirai’s ring to loop a matching gold chain through it.

Mirai watched curiously as Cater did so, wondering what the gold chain was for.

“I know you’re supposed to wear these on your left hand,” Cater muttered, before reaching around the blonde to clasp it around his neck, “but I wanted it so that when the time comes, you would be able to fit it on your right.”

Only then did Mirai’s eyes finally shed their tears, “Cater.”

“They’re promise rings, oh, well, you probably already knew that-wait did you? I-I-, this, this isn’t a proposal, well, not that kind of proposal. I wanted that one to be even more special, like #TheProposal, but I also wanted this one to be special, but not too special that it would outshine that one, and I-,” Cater stopped for a second, before laughing through his tears, “I’m not making any sense, am I?”

Mirai chuckled, voice muffled due to his emotions, “I-I-It’s, I understand you fully.”

“I-I’m so nervous,” Cater breathed, eyes misty, “I’ve never thought I’d be doing something like this. My life has never been stable, ya’know? I’ve moved around more times than I could count, gained and lost so many people who were close to me, and after a while, I stopped caring. I just knew everyone would disappear one day, so why try? If they were all gonna forget Cater one day, why not give them Cay-Cay instead?”

Cater took a breath before continuing, “But that was before I met you. You made me want something stable, something permanent. You made me want to be me, to be Cater. And I want you.”

Mirai hiccuped at Cater words, and as Cater reached for his hands, Mirai sobbed, gripping them tightly.

“I can’t express how much I want this to be the real deal, but I can wait. I want you to finish school, I want you to find a place for yourself here in Twisted Wonderland. And then after all of that, we can think about actually tying the knot,” Cater chuckled.

“I’d like that,” Mirai smiled, voice quivering.

“We can take our time, we can be young and dumb. We can make our mistakes, and find our place and who we are.”

“And then when we marry, we can get that house with the guest room, and the huge backyard?” Mirai asked.

“Yep, the one with the guest room for the guys, and the two car garage for our fancy cars.”

“With our dogs, and space to throw parties the whole street would envy?”

“And let’s not forget the giant walk in closet.”

The two of them fell into a fit of joyous laughter, the world and all of their worries seeming a world away.

“Here,” Mirai eventually said, holding out the other band to Cater.

“You do it,” Cater smiled.

Mirai took his time and carefully slipped the gold band onto Cater's left hand. “There. Perfect.”

“Yeah, perfect,” Cater sighed, but he wasn’t looking at the ring on his finger. Mirai looked up and realized what he was implying, his face flushing.

“I love you, Mirai,” Cater said, voice full of unbridled emotion.

“I love you, too, Cater,” Mirai choked out.

Cater pulled Mirai in for a sweet kiss, like he was trying to convey his feelings with his body and soul. Mirai kissed him back, the same feeling of love and devotion. Cater pulled back seconds later, pressing his head to Mirai’s. Even if the kiss wasn’t a long one, it conveyed everything they wanted it to.

“So, selfies?” Cater asked.

“Yeah, selfies,” Mirai laughed.

Cater snapped as many pictures as he could between showering Mirai with love and affection, littering his face and anywhere he could get his lips on with kisses. Mirai felt as if he was floating. Yes this was only the beginning, and yes they did have a long way to go, but Mirai was fine with that, because had a promise to keep, and there’s no place he’d rather be, he was content with just simply basking in their shared happiness and adoration.

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