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luveline · 1 year

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Maybe this is a dumb request…but could you do a fic where Roan is having a really bad day (for no particular reason) and she is just kinda being fussy and behaving differently than normal and Eddie tries to figure out what’s wrong and make Roan feel better while reader falls more and more in love with the both of them. I literally think that would be the cutest ever🥰

i kind of made it so there was a reason but i hope this is still okay! ty for ur request ♥︎ fem!reader

You know it's going to be a difficult day as soon as you wake up, plagued by the absence of a small body between you and your partner. You turn on one side to slap off the alarm, and then the other to wake Eddie yourself.

He's disturbed by the sound of the alarm but not quite there, and so you cup his face in your hand and rub a pattern into his stubbly cheek with your thumb.

"My love," you mumble, careful not to breathe any morning breath on him. "Up and at 'em."

"No."

You laugh quietly and rub your forehead against his chin. "Yeah, baby. You need a shave, and Roan isn't awake."

"I can see that. Got a distinct lack of knees in my chest."

"And morning kisses."

"Well, you can fix that."

You climb onto your knees, cradle his face in both hands, and plant a perfect kiss on the tip of his nose. His hand finds your neck, and the two of you linger in place like twin statues for a stolen moment.

"You shave, I'll get Roanie," you say.

"Yeah."

You make for Roan's bedroom. Sounds echo from the bathroom, the faucet running, Eddie shaking a can of shaving foam. You push open Roan's door and shut it behind you, hoping for another gentle wake up call. It can be the difference between a good day and a bad one, to be woken up sweetly.

Picking carefully over a mess of toys and clothes, you remind yourself to clean up her explosions when you have the time, and lower yourself next to the small lump in her bed. She's still so small.

"Macaroanie," you sing lightly, hand dropped onto her back. "It's time to get up, princess. I thought we'd have a special breakfast this morning, but we can only do that if we're quick." You rub her back, brush her hair out of her eyes.

She shies away from your touch and hides her face in the pillow completely.

"Come on," you say, patting her shoulder.

"No," she grumbles.

"Come on, baby. I'll make pancakes, okay? But we have to get up now and pick your clothes."

"No." She moves her shoulder, throwing your hand off.

You pull your hand into your lap, feeling rather dejected, and totally unawares of what's affecting her. Thankfully, Eddie appears like a saviour, opening the door with a small piece of tissue paper stuck to his cheek.

"Eddie," you sigh.

"It's tiny. I was rushing." He finds his place at your side and assesses his still in bed daughter with a puzzled expression. "She sick?"

"Don't think so."

He cuts between you and encourages Roan's head to the side. She makes her indignation known, and Eddie says, "Let daddy feel your temperature," in his softest, kindest tone.

He presses first the back of his hand and then the front to her skin. Practised movements.

"You feel fine," he says, dropping his hand. "Come on, babe. I know you're tired, but we gotta get this show on the road."

She doesn't say anything, only curls in on herself.

Eddie looks at you unphased. Where you feel hopeless, unsure of what to do even though it's not the first time Roan's been in an unhappy mood, he's a pro.

"Go do what you need to," he says to you, arms sliding under a grumbling body and hoisting her up into his chest. "I'm on Roan duty today."

He smiles. You flash one back.

After you're dressed and ready for work you meet them downstairs, where Eddie's somehow managed to dress himself and Roan, and is now trying to aeroplane cereal into her mouth.

"I'm not a baby," she protests.

"You're my baby," he says, ignoring her grumpy attitude.

She's scowling so hard she's gonna have a wrinkle between her eyebrows, and it gets worse as you leave the house. You try to smooth it away when you part, leaning down between Eddie's car and yours to give her your usual farewell kiss on the cheek. She allows it grudgingly.

"Have a good day. I love you."

She mumbles. You pout and stand at full height, where Eddie offers an apologetic farewell all his own, squeezing your shoulder until it aches in the best way.

"See you at six," he says.

You nod. He kisses you, and you don't see them again until you're home.

You worry about Roan all day. She's a happy kid, she's well-loved. She's loving. It's out of character for her to be so grumpy so you chalk it up to tiredness.

When you get home, you plan on fulfilling your usual routine; track down Roan where she's watching cartoons on the couch, hug her within an inch of her life, find your boyfriend in the kitchen and hug him too. Eddie works less hours than you so he can be there for pick-up duty, and he's home first each day without fail. But today, there's no sign of him.

No Roan on the couch. No cartoons. No dinner bubbling on the stove top.

You check for his car in the driveway again and feel your lips tug down into an unabiding frown.

"Guys?" you call.

"We're up here!"

You toe off your shoes and bump up the stairs two at a time, more worried than anything.

"What's going on in here?" you ask, pushing open Roan's door first.

They're in her big princess bed, under princess silk sheets. Eddie's swapped his mechanic's coveralls for comfy clothes, and Roan is in one of her nighties. They're both on their backs, though Roan's face rests against Eddie's chest.

"My sweethearts," you say, more to yourself than either of them. "What's wrong?"

He runs a hand over Roan's hair. "Can I tell her?"

She shakes her head and hides her eyes.

Eddie gives you a sympathetic, sorry pout. "How was work?"

"It was just fine." You feel behind you for the doorknob. "I'll make dinner, okay? You guys stay where you are."

Roan pushes up so she can whisper in Eddie's ear.

Eddie hums. "Okay." He smiles, eyes creased with fondness, and says to you, "Will you come and lie down with us. We- I missed you."

You rush to get changed and climb into bed with them, crushing Roan in a big love sandwich. Your arm curls around her on impulse, as if you could shield her from whatever it is that's irking her. She doesn't respond in any way, but she's letting you cuddle, and it's enough.

You listen to Eddie problem solve in awe. He talks slowly, quietly, careful questions that don't probe so much as guide Roan into the answers you want to hear. How was school? And what was for lunch today? Yeah, you like spaghetti, was it as nice as the one we make at home? Aw, that's too bad. We can have spaghetti ourselves this week if you want.

He talks for at least an hour until he gets to the very root of the problem.

"You were sitting with Melissa again?" he asks.

You toy with a baby curl, twisting and untwisting it around your finger. Hunger gnaws at your stomach but you refuse to move.

"Yes… She had her hair in braids again."

"Yeah?"

You blink, interest piqued. It's the most she's said of her own volition all day.

"And everybody said she looked pretty."

He looks over Roan's head at you with a winning smile, but quickly tamps it down when Roan looks up and between you both.

"I think you'd look so pretty with braids in, Ro," you say.

Eddie nods appraisingly. "So pretty. Is that something you want?"

She seizes up a little, like she hadn't expected to get caught. "I don't know," she mumbles.

Eddie beams. "You know you look amazing every day, don't you? But, babe? With braids in? I think you'd look so beautiful."

"Super pretty," you agree with a hurried nod.

"But dad doesn't know how to do braids," she says, sounding at a crossroads between happy and let down.

You hold her cheek in your hand and push up onto your elbow. "I know how to do them, princess. Remember, I did them for your costume day? And daddy can learn."

"I can. You can have your hair whatever way you want, Ro. You could shave it all off-" He stops at your broken-hearted gawping. "Or, you know, something less drastic."

Roan smiles like everythings been solved. Then, too soon, her tiny smile fades back into indifference, and she curls up like a pill bug.

You're lost.

Eddie, not so much. "You don't need different hair to be pretty."

"Nobody at school calls me pretty," she says.

You hold your breath.

"Sweetheart…" He sits up and Roan hides in the space behind his back. He turns around, scoops her up, and kisses the top of her head. "Is your mom pretty?"

Your heart literally soars, worse when Roan looks over his shoulder at you and says, "Yes," without hesitation.

"Do you tell her that every day?"

"...No."

"No, we don't. We don't always remember to tell her, but that doesn't mean she isn't beautiful." He pulls her face away from his collar to smile at her. "Your friends don't always remember to tell you, but that doesn't mean you're not pretty. But I'm your dad, and I'm literally the smartest guy alive, and I say you look pretty every day." He tucks a curl behind her ear. "'Kay?"

Your heart is a puddle in your chest, melted.

"Okay."

"Feel a little better?"

She deliberately visually, eyes up to the ceiling. "Can we have spaghetti tonight? They don't make it nice like you, with the bread."

"They don't, huh?" He smirks, charmed.

"They really don't," you say.

They remember you're there, and both of them light up. Roan wiggles to be put down and makes her way on top of your chest, a weight you wouldn't trade for anything. "Oof," you say, wrapping your arms around her. "There's my girl."

Eddie makes spaghetti. You get your after school cuddle. All's right with the world, until that night when Eddie keeps you up late for braiding lessons.

"I'm a deadbeat," he says morosely, hair full of clumsy plaits of different lengths and tightness.

You shake your head, head heavy with fatigue but entirely sincere. "You're the best dad in the world."

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ghostsy · 1 year

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I really liked what you did kirishima , would it be ok to request Yandere kirishima who slowly falls for the reader ? Kinda like a spotted mind , a slow burn Yandere (seriously love what you did with Shinso their ) hope this ok if not no worries 💗

Hero Insurance

WARNINGS: yandere, possessiveness, blackmail, misogyny, nsfw, smut, slight daddy kink, slight size kink, non-consensual implications

A/N: sorry this took so long, hope you enjoy!

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO X READER

“We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“When you stop smashing your way through half the city’s architecture, we will.” She didn’t look up from her clipboard to see the sheepish look washing over the hero’s face, cheeks nearly red as his hair, from previous exertion or embarrassment, she didn’t know–didn’t care.

She sighed, but turned to oversee the construction workers picking their way through the rubble–Jesus Christ, this was going to cost a fortune.

She sent a mental apology to the poor insurance accountants who she was sure were as sick of these heroes as she was–nevermind the half-rate villain being led away in chains somewhere in the background, yelling obscenities and threats and contributing significantly to her growing headache. Annoying.

He trailed after her, “Hey, uh,” She spared him a cursory glance, and he swallowed, “Let me…I can totally help pay for this; it’s uh…the manly thing to do.” She rolled her eyes, turning back to watch a crowd gather at the borders of the police tape secured around what was left of the building and its surrounding area.

“That’s hardly necessary, sir–”

“We’ve been over this, call me–”

“Besides, if you were to personally pay for all the property damage you have committed, say, throughout your career,” She scribbled something down on the clipboard, before shoving it in his face, “You would owe the city approximately…this much.”

She swore his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and was internally amused as he leaned down and followed zero after zero after zero on the paper with his finger. He stood suddenly, clearing his throat, and avoided her gaze.

“Well, I…” He sighed, searching for the words, “I’m sure I could–”

“Oi! Shitty hair,” His savior came in the form of a familiar gravelly voice, “Get your ass over here! I’m sick a’ these damn reporters.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, he gave her a brief nod before hurrying off to the hoards of adoring fans. She rolled her eyes, turning back to inspect the damage. Well…another day, another massive disaster to fix.

.♡.

“I swear if I have to see that chick one more time,” He huffed, downing his drink, “‘M not sure my manhood could take it.”

“You talkin’ about the Ice Queen again?” He glanced towards the peppy blonde man shoving his way through the doors, and into the bar.

“That insurance lady?” The black haired man at his side questioned, “Ain’t it the third time this month she’s been up your shit?” He laughed, “She must be hurtin’ for it, huh?”

He huffed, averting his gaze, “Hardly,” A shiver passed down his spine in remembrance, “Everytime I see her I feel like I’m getting scolded by my grade school teacher or something.”

“Real sexy grade school teacher, though, huh?” The lightning blonde jeered.

He rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m the only hero who’s knocked down a building or two, right?” He turned to the other blonde who scoffed.

“Don’t look at me,” He downed a shot, “I avoid the bitch like the plague; I don’t need another asshole slappin’ me on the wrists fer doin’ my job–press does that for her.”

“I just…” He huffed, “I don’t like that she doesn’t like me,” He turned to his friends, “I’m…I’m a likable guy, aren’t I?”

He was met with laughs, making his cheeks burn as he groaned. He waited as they settled before downing another drink. The raven-haired man ruffled his hair in mock comfort.

“Guess you’ll find out just how likable at this year’s Hero Billboards, yeah?”

.♡.

The universe really did like playing some cruel jokes on him lately, huh? He stared up at the soulless glass building that towered over him–a few signatures missing from the insurance forms. Ha. Of course. Hero work ain’t always takin’ down bad guys and savin’ princesses in their towers, kids.

He huffed, and forced himself inside, hands clenching and unclenching as he stood in the elevator, watching the floors climb. In and out.

God, why was he so nervous? A flash of those dull, condescending eyes; he was surprised she hadn’t turned him to stone the second she’d met his gaze. Weren’t women supposed to be meek and soft?

The lady at the reception desk had certainly seemed so; the way she batted her eyelashes, voice coated in sugar–yeah, that made sense to him–when they looked at him all starry-eyes and empty heads.

He tried to imagine the Ice Queen like that–she did have pretty eyes–what would happen if she looked at him with something other than irritation–nope, too creepy, get that out of my head.

He passed by the main room: dozens of nameless heads and shoulders, hunched over their desks, typing away at computers from within their gray cubicles. Depressing. Turning down a hallway he was met with a row of doors–where was her office, again?

The sound of laughter cut through his thoughts. Children’s laughter? As if on cue, a rush of tiny, unsteady footsteps padded across the floor and straight into him–well, his legs. A soft thud and ‘oof’ brought his gaze down.

“I’m sorry! So sorry, Mister Hero!” A small boy was rubbing his head from his fallen place back on the floor. He stood, brushing himself off, before placing his small hands against the man’s legs, mimicking a sort of soothing motion.

“So sorry. This feel better? All better now?”

He went to respond, but a familiar click of heels interrupted, and the Ice Queen was standing in front of him, leaning down to face the child as a sigh escaped from her lips.

Before she could speak he opened his mouth; he really didn’t want to watch her scold the little boy for being…well, a little boy, “It was an accident,” He ruffled the child’s hair, and the latter giggled, “Really, no harm done.”

She glanced up at him from her position crouched on the floor, brows furrowing as her head tilted in confusion, before turning back to the child, “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Oh? This was strange. The look on her face wasn’t stern, and her voice was quieter, softer. Kind of…sweet? He must be hearing things.

“Nope!” The boy popped his ‘p’, giving a big, toothy smile, “But Mister Hero got a boo boo; you gotta kiss it better!”

His face burned. It was hard to imagine anyone, forget that it was a child, talking so warmly with the woman in front of him.

“Mister Hero’s a tough guy,” She told the boy, “Besides, I can only kiss your boo boos better.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm,” She stood, taking his small hand in her own, “Really. But if you keep running off like that, I’ll run out of kisses. So be more careful. We have to save them for when you really need ‘em, okay?”

“Okay!”

She turned to face him, clearing her throat as she averted her gaze. No. She couldn’t be. Was the Ice Queen, of all people, flustered?

“Sorry for the inconvenience.” She muttered, bowing slightly before motioning with her head towards an office door in the far corner, “I have all the documents in my office; shouldn’t take long.”

He blinked, opening his mouth to respond, but she turned on her heel, shoes clicking down the hallway as the little boy swung their interlocked hands to and fro. Cute.

She held the door open for him, though he still had to hunch as he walked through the opening. He took in the scene: neat mahogany desk, floor to ceiling windows, shelf, children’s toys littering the floor–children’s toys? The little boy detached from the woman, diving towards one of the brightly colored stuffed animals.

The man maneuvered his way towards the desk, slipping slightly when his foot met a toy car. She caught his arm, eyes still avoiding his own, and her face twisted in a frown.

“The daycare closes early on weekends, no one to watch him, I–” She swallowed, arm pulling from his own the second he collected himself, “It’s not usually this messy,” She huffed the words as if they were shameful to admit before composing herself, shaking her head a bit. “The papers are on the desk.” She ushered him forward, sifting through her drawers before taking out a pen, pressing it into his hand.

He cleared his throat, nodding, “It’s–That’s fine,” He leaned down to sign, striking up conversation to fill the painful silence between them, “Is this your, uh, is this your son?”

She shot him a sharp look, and he was sure if looks could kill he’d burst to flames that very moment. He swallowed, flipping the page to add another signature. Through his periphery, he caught sight of a look exchanged between the woman and child before she sighed.

“Yes.” He waited a moment for her to continue only to be met with silence. Wow. A real open book, wasn’t she?

Flipping through the pages, he double checked the signatures. Sighing, he stood, nodding to her, “Sorry about that, thought the agency’d taken care a’ all the paperwork.”

She rolled her eyes, gathering them in her hands, scanning through the pages before taking something from her desk drawer, and stamping the top page. Setting it in a file on the desk, she met his gaze.

“Thank you,” She cleared her throat, “In the future, hopefully we don’t end up in a situation needing to fill out more paperwork.”

Geez, that's cold. “Yeah, uh, sorry again.” He turned to leave, but a tug on his pant leg caught his attention.

“Hey, hey, Mister Hero,” The little boy waved a toy car in his hand, “Wanna play cars?”

“He has things to do, baby,” The woman interrupted, “I can play with you all you want later.”

“But you’re working now!” He huffed, “Please, please, just for a little–”

“I don’t mind.” He surprised himself and her with the words, but a glance to the little boy’s face brought a smile to his own. He always did like kids.

She looked between them, hesitant, teeth chewing her lip before speaking, “It’s really–you don’t have to. Really, it’s–it’s okay.” Who knew she could sound sheepish. He was learning a lot about the Ice Queen today, it seemed.

He plopped on the floor, cross legged as he took the car handed to him, flashing her a smile, “You kidding?” He turned back to the child, “I love playin’ cars.”

The little boy squealed in delight, and in his periphery he caught sight of a soft look in her eyes, “Thank you.” It was quiet, but the ghost of a smile on her face made something in his chest do a little jump.

.♡.

“You received a package from the insurance agency today, sir.”

He glanced towards his secretary, brows furrowed. God, what did he do this time? He rubbed a hand down his face, groaning, but she continued.

“It’s strange,” She tapped her chin, “There was a note attached; I think it was from that lady that doesn’t like you,” A mischievous smile on her lips, “I left it on your desk.”

“Great. Thanks.” He trudged down the hallway to his office; it was too early in the morning for this.

As he pushed the door open he caught sight of it: wrapped neatly in red colored paper, a thin ribbon tying it together. Huh. There was a neat little note attached, his hero name written in pretty cursive on the front.

Please accept this food as thanks.

I appreciate you humoring my son; he really enjoyed spending time with you.

He also wanted me to inform you that you’ve become his new favorite hero.

I was unaware of your food preferences, but I hope this is sufficient.

Only the Ice Queen could manage to make such a kind gesture seem impersonal. Still, he found himself smiling; underneath all that frost and cold she really was a cute little thing, wasn’t she? It was signed with her name at the bottom, and he realized he hadn’t known it until now; it was kind of pretty, he thought.

He pulled the ribbon from the box, and the paper fell away to reveal a neatly stacked bento box. Peeling the top layer, he was met with a mouthwatering smell. Meat. Fancy little dishes prepared delicately, with care. The other levels contained vegetables and sweets, all meticulously decorated. It was a practical gift, he supposed, but still, she’d taken the time to cook him a meal.

How…womanly of her.

.♡.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She didn’t think she’d ever sprinted so fast in her life, sure she might break a heel, though, not entirely bothered considering the circumstances. A villain attack. At a goddamn preschool. At her son’s goddamn preschool. Fuck.

There it was. Cordoned off with yellow police tape, a crowd was gathering outside the gates, reporters or parents or both, she didn’t really care.

“Kenta! Kenta! My son–have you seen my son? Please–” She elbowed her way to the front of the crowd, flagging down a police officer stationed outside.

“Ma’am, please step back. There is an active villain threat in–”

“My son’s in there, please.”

“There are a lot of parents here; if you’d just step back–”

There was a crash that sounded like a wrecking ball hitting pavement, and everyone watched with bated breath as one of the walls to the building crumbled away, bricks splitting and breaking from the force.

As the dust settled, she watched as a massive figure stepped from the rubble. Wait a minute. Is that…? He was carrying kids from his arms and shoulders, some hanging on with their hands as they dangled from his limbs–he looked like a fucking jungle gym–

“Mama! Mama! Look who’s here!” The unmistakable voice of her son pulled her from her thoughts. From atop the hero’s shoulder, Kenta was waving his arms, giggling as he called to her.

“All clear!” The man shouted, a sharp, toothy smile on his lips as he scanned the crowd, motioning with his head to the nearly collapsed building behind him, “He’s passed out in the southeast classroom, figured I’d gather the kids first.”

The police made their way into the building as he kneeled down to let the children race from the rubble, and into the arms of their parents. She ducked under the yellow tape, eyes set on the little boy sat on the hero’s shoulder.

“Heh. Sorry ‘bout the wall; couldn’t help the –oof!”

Without thinking, she threw her arms around his shoulders, on her tiptoes as she embraced her son, the other hand hooked around the man’s neck, pulling him downwards a bit into a hunch, so that she could reach.

She was shaking a little, and he wasn’t entirely sure where to put his hands, though, glad that she couldn’t see the red creeping up his neck and cheeks. Awkwardly, one of his hands came to pat her on the back, which seemed to bring her back to reality as she stumbled a bit aways from him.

She cleared her throat, holding out her hands, and he shifted so that the boy could shuffle into his mother’s arms.

She checked his face for marks, “Are you okay?” Inspecting his arms for any signs of cuts or bruises, “Did you get hurt?”

He gave a bright smile, “I’m okay!” He giggled a bit, and she set him down, letting him bounce in excitement on the ground, “You shoulda seen it, Mama! He was so cool; the bad guy was like–” He made an angry face, squaring his shoulders, and growled as he brought his hands into a fighting pose, “But then, but then, boom! And then–”

“I want to hear all about it, baby,” She smiled, “But let’s get you home first, yeah? You’ve got dirt all over you.”

“Mhmm mhmm, okay! But it makes me look cool, right?”

“Super cool,” She turned to the hero now, and he swallowed, willing the heat to die on his cheeks, “I’m sorry that I just–I didn’t mean to throw myself on you, but really, what you did–”

“Just the job,” He smiled, hand coming to sheepishly scratch his head, “Happy to do it, honest.”

“No,” she corrected, and he found himself holding his breath as he studied the intensity in her stare. But he didn’t feel like she’d turn him to stone; he kind of felt…warm? “Thank you. Really. I can’t ever repay you for this.”

“Well, you’re probably gonna have to deal with the insurance money and rebuild, so just add it to my tab, and I’ll call us even, yeah?”

There was a small smile on her face, “Consider your tab cleared.” Was his heart pumping so loudly from the adrenaline or because the quirk in her lips made her whole face brighter? Was that her quirk? Could she speed up his pulse, so that his heart beat out of his chest?

He went to say something, but the sound of his hero name being shouted over the police tape–reporters–interrupted.

He sighed, giving her a nod, “Well, duty calls,” He gave her one more glance as he walked away, “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you?” It sounded casual, but he found himself suddenly nervous.

“Well, if you keep smashing your way through half the city’s architecture, you will.” He didn’t know she had a sense of humor, but, spotting the playful glint in her eyes, he found it kind of…cute.

.♡.

“There’s someone here to see you, sir,” His secretary called as he stepped from the elevator, “It’s that insurance lady, again.” She wiggled her eyebrows a bit in teasing, and he found his face warming as he avoided her gaze. Another bento, maybe?

“Thanks, uh, you can let her in.”

“Oh, I already did,” There was a smug smile on her face, “She’s in your office.”

He groaned, ignoring her cheeky laugh as he made his way into his office.

“Oh!” She called after him, “The Commission called. They wanna know if you’re confirming for the Hero Billboards?”

He nodded, waving his hand in placation, “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

Pushing the door to his office open, he found himself staring at her profile; she was half turned away from him, gazing out the floor to ceiling windows, and he almost didn’t want to say anything, lest he disturb the peaceful look on her face.

His eyes wandered her figure; she really was a woman, wasn’t she? In every sense of the word. Remembering how she felt in his arms, soft too. Soft and small and pretty and womanly. His hands itched at his sides. How would it feel to hold her?

Squeezing the skin of her waist, brushing his thumbs over the bones of her hips; it’d be so easy to pick her up, hands sliding down a bit further, throwing her legs around his waist; she was already against the window; what other expressions could he see on her face, then? Shaking himself from his thoughts, he felt a bit embarrassed. But, he was a man; it was normal to think like this about a woman, right?

She caught sight of him as she turned, and immediately a new look took over her face; it wasn’t an expression he entirely enjoyed, however. She looked agitated, upset, and she squeezed at the fat of her arms as she crossed them, nervous.

“We need to talk.” She pulled something from her purse, unfurling it to reveal a tabloid magazine. More specifically, a picture slapped on the cover: the two of them embracing outside the pre-school, his hand placed on her back, making it look like an altogether domestic scene.

And the title: “THE STURDY HERO BREAKING DOWN WALLS AND BREAKING HEARTS; DON’T RIOT, GIRLS, BUT HE’S TAKEN!” Real creative.

He swallowed his nerves, laughing off the tension, “Yeah, I heard about that,” Avoiding her gaze, “I’m real sorry–the tabloids just print whatever sells, ya know?”

“Can you have them retract it?” He was almost offended with how quick she was to shoot it down, “Please,” Sensing his nerves, she sighed, gathering her thoughts, “Kenta is…He’s not ready for this, even if it is just tabloid gossip. Please, can you ask them to retract it?”

“I–”

“Or if not,” She began pacing, “Can you do an interview? Before this gets out of hand, it’d be best to clear things up.”

He approached her, taking her by the arms lightly to stop her pacing. She pulled from his grip, but stood still. He scanned her face as he looked down at her, and a thought too selfish crossed his mind. No. Don’t go there.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” He soothed her; this would be fine, “I’ll tell the press; you don’t gotta worry.”

She let out a sigh of relief, and he bit his tongue. Was it manly of him to just let it lie? In all those romance movies he watched, the guy always fought for the girl. He used whatever elaborate plots he could to show her he was the one. And, I mean, maybe it’d be good for both of them. He needed to figure out why he couldn’t look her in the eyes without imagining bending her over the nearest surface anymore.

“But,” He avoided her gaze, “I, uh, geez, this is embarrassing.”

She tilted her head, but motioned for him to continue.

“The, uh, you know the Hero Billboards are coming up soon?”

“Yes,” She squared her shoulders as her gaze turned suspicious, “What about it?”

“I think if, well, if I ask for a retraction before, it might tank my popularity ranking,” He swallowed, “Which, totally, is just a number–and not a big deal–I just, would you mind…is it unmanly of me to ask you if we could wait until it’s over to tell the press?”

There was a beat of silence, and he cursed himself in his mind. Of course she’s gonna say no. It’s the Ice Queen we’re talkin’ about. Just cause she’s got a kid, and she makes a killer tori katsu, and her ass bounces when she–

“Okay,” She sighed. What? She met his gaze, nodding, “I did say I could never repay you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to–”

“But, um,” She swallowed, “Kenta was asking about you,” Avoiding his gaze, she cleared her throat, “Do you think you could, um, do you think you could take him out on patrol? Even just once, I think he’d…if it’s not too much trouble–”

God, she was fucking adorable.

“You kidding?” His lips split in a wide grin, “I’d be honored. He’s, uh, he’s a good kid. You’ve done good.”

“It’s a deal, then.” There was that soft smile again, and on cue, his heart sped its rhythm.

“It’s a deal.”

.♡.

The office felt strangely empty after she left. He couldn’t focus. The lights were too bright. His chair was lumpy. The font on the paperwork was too small. His pants didn’t fit right. Oh. His pants didn’t fit right.

He glanced around the office. It was fine, right? It’d just take a moment. Be real quick. Just to ease the tension. It’d help him focus after, for sure.

Fuck it.

He stood suddenly, shutting the blinds to his office; he was pent up. It was her fault to begin with, really. Settling into his chair, he let out a breath, hand creeping under the waistband of his pants, fingers trailing down from the black hairs to grip at the pulsating, desperate source of his current agony, feeling near immediate relief as he began to stroke.

He wanted to take her against the window, didn’t he?

Her thighs squeezing his waist as his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, cock buried to the hilt inside what was undeniably warm and tight and hers. He’d fuck her deep and slow at first. Savor the feel of her wrapped around him. Make what she thought was hers irrefutably his; mold her pretty cunt to the shape of him. He wouldn’t be able to keep the pace though, ramming her against the glass walls for all of Japan to see, to hear her scream his name. How would she sound if he sunk his teeth into her neck? What would she call him?

Baby?

Love?

Daddy?

“Oh, fuck.” His thumb stroked the angry red tip threatening to burst in his pants, tightening his vice-grip, fingers flexing along the length. Up and down and up and down to the rhythm he’d fuck her to. Faster and Faster. Harder and harder.

Daddy, please! She’d take her lip between her teeth, try and fail to stifle the sounds he was forcing from her throat. A hand tangled in his hair, tugging to find some sense of relief as he hauled her over his desk to play with the jewel between her legs.

He’d leave a trail of bruises down her chest; take one of her pretty tits in his mouth, playing with the nipple on his tongue. Hips snapping roughly into hers as he felt her pulse quicken, breath choked as her hands came to clutch his shoulders, nails sinking in to ease the tension.

He’d make her beg for it.

“Tell Daddy what you want.” His eyes fell closed, hips bucking into his fist as he imagined it. He’d take his hand to her throat, fingers twitching at the feel of her pumping veins, thumb tracing her jaw as he watched doe eyes dilate. Lose all thought save for anything that had to do with him, and how he was fucking her, and how that feeling pooling in her gut was something only he could give her.

Please, Daddy, please! Let me cum. Can I cum?

She’d cry, pretty tears pooling in her eyes as she tried to hold on. Obey him. Please him. Cum for him. All for him.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? You think you deserve it?”

Yes! Please, Daddy! Please!

Her tits would rock from the force as his desk creaked to the rhythm below them. His tongue darting out to lick at his sharp, drooling canines, completely enamored with the feast moaning prettily underneath him.

He’d lean down, forcing his lips onto hers as his tongue explored inside, devouring the sounds from her throat. And he’d pull back once he was sure he could feel her tighten around him, hot air brushing against her lips when he finally released her.

“Cum for me, baby.”

He’d watch her eyes cross, mouth falling open as the knot in her stomach snapped. That Ice Queen exterior melted and soft and grateful. She’d whimper, and look up at him from under her butterfly lashes with hazy, pleasure-drunk eyes, lips bloated and hair sprawled beneath her like an angel’s halo.

“What do you say, baby?”

Thank you, Daddy. I love you.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He bit his lip, brows furrowing as the slick on his hand made his gut start to tingle. Fuck. His shoulders slumped as he caught his breath, surveying his mess. That’s alright, he thought.

It was her job to clean up his messes, wasn’t it?

.♡.

“Oh,” She blinked as she opened the door, “What time is it? Wasn’t I supposed to meet you at your office?”

Nervously, she glanced over her shoulder to a wall clock in the living room. He huffed an apologetic laugh, doing his best to ignore the way the apron wrapped snugly around her waist hugged her curves, and the splotches of flour that reminded him of the labors of a dutiful housewife.

“Nah, you’re good,” He motioned with his head to the boy sitting atop his shoulders, one hand steadying the child, “Kenta was hungry, and there isn’t much ‘sides energy drinks and granola bars at the agency.”

“We saw a whole buncha bad guys, Mama! They were tryna rob the bank, and–”

“You were inside a bank during a robbery?” He caught the sharp turn in her voice, and was quick to correct the child.

“He was safe behind the barricades,” She stepped aside to let them in, “Got a front row seat, right buddy?”

“Mhmm!” He set the child down, and Kenta raced towards the kitchen, “Smells good! What’s for dinner?”

They shared a look as she shut the door, and let out a sigh, “Thank you,” She swallowed, “I’m…He looks like he had fun, so I’m really–”

“Don’t mention it,” He smiled, “Next week’s patrol route should be safer if he wants to tag along.”

“That’s–you really don’t need to…” Was the flush on her face embarrassment or, or was he finally starting to chip that icy exterior? “Are you sure it’s–”

“Oh yeah,” He glanced towards the boy sifting through cabinets in the kitchen, “Kenta’s my number one sidekick, right?”

“Mm!” The boy turned towards them, face stuffed with some pastry as he hummed.

“Kenta!” She scurried over to him, shutting the lid to the cookie jar, “We’re just about to have dinner; don’t go ruining your appetite!”

“‘M not!” He stifled a laugh as he watched the boy cross his arms petulantly, “I got two stomachs; one for food and then a whole ‘nother big one for desert!”

She smiled lightly as she watched him shove two fingers in her face before putting her hands up in mock concession, “Oh, well, it’s a pity that Mama’s only got one stomach then, huh?” Making her way over to the impressive spread on the dining room counter, “I better dig in while I can.”

She plucked a piece of sushi from one of the platters, and he swallowed as he watched her push it between her lips with her fingers, tongue brushing over the tips as she pulled them from her mouth. He tried to will himself to look away, though, she was entirely too focused on the little boy now jumping for the sushi platter to bother with his own leering.

“Not if I do first!” He watched as the boy practically inhaled the food, attention drawn back at the sound of light laughter. Her hand was covering her mouth, but the twinkle in her eye sent lightning into his heart. Pretty.

He huffed a sigh to calm his racing pulse, “Guess I’ll leave ya to–”

“You gotta stay for dinner!” Face stuffed full with an array of food, Kenta’s words were muffled, “Right, Mama?”

He glanced towards her, taking in her hesitant features. Not yet.

“Ah. That’s alright, I don’t–”

“Stay,” He was taken aback by the softness of the word, “I mean…if you’d like, as a thank you for taking Kenta out, stay.”

Fuck. This woman would be the death of him.

.♡.

“You really didn’t have to do this.” She looked at him through the corner of her eye as she handed him another wet dish to towel off.

“Nah, I owe ya for that killer dinner,” He paused, “Come to think of it; I owe ya for the bento too, Ms. Pro Chef.”

She rolled her eyes playfully before turning back to the sink, and the two settled into a comfortable silence before she paused, mouth twisting a bit as her brows furrowed.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for Kenta,” She let out a sigh, turning to face him as she shut the tap, “But um, this is, a bit…” She motioned around the kitchen, the wholly domestic scene, “Hero Billboards or not, the two of us aren’t actually…”

He watched as she struggled to find the words, “‘Course not,” Stamping out the sprouting disappointment in his chest, he plastered on that hero smile, “But what’s a dinner between friends, right?”

He watched as the trepidation melted off her face. Was the thought of being with him really that bad? Shaking himself from his thoughts he sighed as he watched her maneuver behind him to start reshelving the cutlery and plates.

“Yeah. Friends.” She sent him a soft smile, and he found himself the slightest bit surprised that it hadn’t melted his heart on cue. He wanted more.

She was bent over the counter in a way too sinful to be a coincidence. Was she testing him? Waiting for him to take initiative, prove to her that he was a man? He wouldn’t leave her high and dry the way so many others in her life seemed to–he could be that guy for her.

Eyes trailing to the swell of her backside, he spotted her dress lifted slightly at the fat of her thighs. Would she look at him then? If he took her by the hair, forced her cheek to the counter, smushed her pretty tits against it, and ripped the cotton panties down her legs?

He was sure, looking down at her; she was so small. She’d fucking wail when he forced his cock through her walls. Maybe he could see himself poking through under the skin of her stomach: full of him.

He’d destroy her.

Ruin her for anyone and everyone else. How many times had she chided him for his reckless behavior, for the destruction his hands had wrecked?

He’d repay her tenfold. Those hands could do more than destroy. They’d make her cum again and again and again. Until the only thought running through her mind was him and how good he was fucking her and how goddamn grateful she was to be fucked by, to be loved by, him.

The call of his name brought him back from his thoughts, and he looked over to meet her concerned eyes.

“Are you alright?” She closed the gap between them, and lifted to her toes, tapping his shoulder to bring him down a bit before she pressed her hand to his forehead, “You’re a little flushed; are you sick?”

Well, with you this close to me, I fucking might be.

He straightened suddenly, “Nah,” Letting out a sheepish laugh, “Must be the long hours. Hero work ain’t always the most forgivin’, I guess,'' He huffed a sigh, “I should get goin’ though, yeah?”

“Yeah,” She watched as he made his way to the door, “Okay.”

“I’ll be by some time to take Kenta out on patrol, if that’s still alright?”

She nodded as he slipped his shoes on, and was left a bit confused at the abrupt close to the evening with the click of her front door falling shut.

He let out a breath as he closed the door, leaning against the wood to regain his composure as his hand ran through his hair. He could do this. He stretched his arms over his head as he headed down the steps of her porch.

The cold night air soothed the warmth in his cheeks, but it seemed that a fire more insatiable had been lit in his chest. He strolled casually down the sidewalk, eyes trained up at the grinning moon, making sure to hide the mirroring smirk that pulled at his lips as the camera flashed from the bushes. Right on cue.

.♡.

“I need to get a new secretary.” He joked as he shut the door to his office, catching sight of the woman in his office.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Her mouth was set in a line, hands pulling nervously at her sleeves as her arms crossed.

What?

She began pacing, “I’m really sorry,” She avoided his gaze, “I know you’ve done a lot for Kenta, for me, and I can pay you back with however much you–”

“Woah, woah,” He approached her, stopping her nervous pacing, “What’s goin’ on? Tell me what happened.”

She sighed, looking up to meet his gaze, and he noticed for the first time eye bags forming on her face.

“Paparazzi are showing up to Kenta’s preschool,” She huffed, “Taking pictures of him playing outside, trying to ask him questions.”

His eyebrows raised a bit in shock, but he softened his gaze, “I’m so sorry,” He went to guide her to sit down, “I’ll take care of it, promise.”

He didn’t like where this was going. So she wasn’t in love with him yet. Okay. He just needed more time. She couldn’t leave.

She pushed his hand off her shoulder, “It’s not just that,” She swallowed, “They’re everywhere, at my office, at the daycare, anywhere we fucking go; they’re even showing up at the house.”

“It’s oka–”

“How do they even know where I live?” Her brows knit together, “You know there are pictures of you leaving? At night?”

“I didn’t–”

“Do you know how indecent that makes me look?” She rubbed her hands down her face, breathing out his name, “I’m already a single mother; I don’t need the entirety of Japan questioning any more of my integrity, certainly not questioning my son.”

Wouldn’t most women be flattered by the attention? Whatever; he needed to end this before it got out of hand.

“You’re right,” He placated, “Look,” He sighed, “The Hero Billboards are next week,” Just a little longer and they’d be there; she just wasn’t ready yet, “We only gotta have one more public appearance, and–”

“Public Appearance?” Her voice turned sharp, “You want me to be your fake date, in front of the whole country, just so you can save your ranking?” Her eyes flashed in accusation, “Have you been listening to what I–”

“Enough,” Fuck, he was getting fed up. Didn’t she know how much he cared about her? How much he did for her? “I have been listening; it’s your turn.”

“Excuse me–”

He stepped forward, backing her against the window, and an uneasy look settled on her face. Was this what it took? He just needed to show a little dominance. Be the man. And she would listen. He placed his hand above her on the glass as he leaned down.

“One more week,” Bringing his other hand to her face, one finger outstretched, “That’s all I’m askin’.”

She went to open her mouth, but he shushed her. Oh. This felt kinda good. The way she was looking at him. Hanging on to his every word because, right now, he had the power.

“I’m not done,” He breathed, “One more week. I’ll take care a’ the paparazzi. I’ll take care a’ everything. So–”

Her mouth twisted, a conflict growing in her eyes, but she forced the words in spite of it, “I don’t need you to take care of it. I don’t need you to take care of me. I need you to–”

“Oh, you don’t?” His tone turned mocking, and his teeth bit into his lip as he watched her swallow, “Let’s ask Kenta how much he needs me, why don’t we? You really gonna–”

“You are not his father.” The words were firm, but the tensing of her shoulders betrayed her, and he leaned closer.

“I’m the closest thing he’s got, baby.”

The shock washed over her features before settling on anger. Cute. She pushed him off her. Well, he let her. She was such a weak little thing, after all.

“So this is who you are?” She scoffed, “This,” She motioned between them, “Is over. I refuse to entertain whatever misogynistic tirade you’ve decided to indulge in.” Okay. Less cute.

She made her way to the door, glancing briefly over her shoulder, “Do not attempt to contact me or my son again.” And she was gone.

Well shit.

His tongue smacked against his teeth as he kept his gaze on the door. He was tryna show her that he was the man. He could take care of her, of everything. All she had to do was shut the fuck up and let him. Does she know how many women would kill for that?

He’d earned it. He’d done so much. He’d tried being patient. Tried to go at her pace. Be a gentleman. But, he realized, brats don’t want gentlemen. That’s what she was after all. What she’d always been, he realized. Ice Queen. Queen? The thought made him want to laugh now.

Is that what she wanted? For him to take her over his knee, smack that pretty ass ‘till it was black and blue? Make her cry for her Daddy? Put her in her goddamn place; wash out all her sharp, angry words with his cock shoved down her throat.

Force her to her knees?

Okay. He could do that.

.♡.

“What do you mean someone picked him up?”

“Well,” The preschool teacher swallowed nervously, “He said that you had–”

“He?” Her blood went cold, and in a quiet voice, she breathed his name in question.

“Yes!” The other woman smiled, “So you did approve of–”

She didn’t hear the rest of the words, blood rushing in her ears. She felt sick. What was going on? What kind of joke was this? She stumbled her way out of the gates, collapsing against them outside. Nauseous.

She tried to calm her breathing. He was still a hero. A fucking asshole with no sense of boundaries. But a hero. Right?

She took her hands to her cheeks, smacking herself to calm down. She let out a breath, swallowing the tears as she fumbled through her purse for her phone.

Ring ring! Ring ring! Ring–

“He–”

“Where do you get off?” She couldn’t help the words that spilled from her throat, “Kenta is my son; what you’re doing is essentially kidna–”

“Hey, sweetheart.” She could hear the smugness in his voice, and cursed herself for allowing herself to think for one second he might have been a decent human being.

“Where is–”

“Is that Mama?” She heard the excited voice of her son, and her breath hitched.

“Kenta? Kenta! Where are–”

“Yup!” He interrupted, “Don’t worry, bud. We’ll be seein’ Mama real soon, right?”

“Mhmm!” Came the muffled reply. So she wasn’t on speaker. Good.

“If you don’t tell me where he is right now,” The words were shaky, “I’ll call the fucking cops.”

There was a beat before a deep, baritone laughter filled her ears. He sighed, and she could feel the goddamn smile on his face.

“Hey, Kenta!” He called, “You wanna tell Mama what we’re doin?”

“S’ a surprise!”

“Hear that?” He turned back to the phone, “It’s a surprise. Don’t you worry, Mama,” He exhaled a bit through his nose, “We’ll be home for dinner.”

“What are you–”

And the line went dead.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking goddamn shitfuck.

She was shaking with anger as she lowered the phone, scared that if she so much as breathed she’d scream so loud it’d bulldoze half of Tokyo.

What the fuck was she going to do?

.♡.

There was a knock at the door, and she ripped it open, shocked it hadn’t fallen from the hinges. She looked up to meet his eyes, something playful twinkling in them. Did he think this was a joke?

“Mama, Mama!” Her gaze was pulled down to the little boy clutching the man’s hand, “Guess what? Guess what?”

“Ah,” He sighed, “Remember, bud. It’s a super special surprise.”

Kenta looked up at him as if realizing something before humming happily. She swallowed as she glanced between them, settling her gaze on the hero.

“Kenta,” Eyes still locked with burning red, “Why don’t you go clean up before dinner?”

“Mkay!” And he bounded off towards his room. When she heard the slam of his door, she let out a sigh, and swallowed, steadying her nerves.

“What the absolute fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Language, sweetheart.” He sidestepped her, making his way inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Lang–?” He wasn’t serious, “Who do you think you—”

“Shouldn’t curse in front of Kenta,” He smiled, “It’ll teach him bad habits, y’know?”

Oh my god she’d never wanted to punch someone as much as she did now. She forced herself to breathe before settling.

“You don’t need to worry about Kenta’s habits,” He yawned, and she fought the urge to scream, “I want to know what you’re doing in my house, picking my son up from school like you–”

“That’s a funny way a’ sayin’ thank you for the favor.”

“Are you–”

“I know how busy you get,” He moved towards her, and she took a step back, and another until she hit the wall. Not again. “Wanted to give you a break. What’s the harm in that?”

He was looking down at her like that again. Like there was a game they were playing where only he knew the rules. Where he was winning.

“The harm,” She forced herself to speak, “Is that I gave you explicit instru–”

“Y’know,” He leaned back a bit, head tilted to the ceiling before snapping his eyes back to her, “Women are so complicated. Never sayin’ what you mean, what you need–”

“Let me be very clear, then,” She breathed, “Get out.”

He looked at her a moment, and she cursed the universe for not gifting her an invisibility quirk. Any quirk, actually. She was sure that, if he wanted, he could kill her without so much as blinking.

And then he laughed. She stood, frozen, studying his expression before his lips fell into a smirk. In a flash, his hand met her throat, squeezing the air from her lungs, and lifting her to her tiptoes. Her own hands flew up to claw at his, choking on her breath. His face was in front of hers, nose to her own.

“I’m gettin’ real sick of bein’ told what to do,” The edges of her vision were going black as his hot breath met her face, “I think you owe me an apology, baby.”

There were tears forming in her eyes, and she nearly, stubbornly, thought she’d rather pass out than give him the satisfaction. But the distant sound of running water forced her lips to move.

“So–Sor–Sorry, ple-please–”

He released her, and she doubled over, falling into a coughing fit, hand clutching at her own throat, sure of the forming bruises. He huffed a sigh, as if somehow she was inconveniencing him.

He leaned down again as she straightened against the wall. And he smiled. What was–

Before she could blink, his lips were pressed against her own. Her hands came to push at his chest, but he pulled back before she could move. He huffed a laugh, ruffling her hair.

“All good?”

All good? She forced down the protests, and nodded. She didn’t know this man. Didn’t know what he could do.

“It’s gettin’ kinda late, huh?” She realized after a moment that he was looking for an answer.

“I–Yes, I–” She cleared her throat of the raspiness, “I guess it is.”

He stretched his arms over his head, “Think I’ll stay the night, that okay?”

Fucking bastard. She went to open her mouth, but the sound of small footsteps padding against the floor caught her attention. She turned to see Kenta, hair dripping, in his matching set pajamas, making his way into the room.

“Hey, bud,” The man turned to him, “Guess what?”

“What?” He tilted his head.

He smirked as he glanced back at her, “We’re havin’ a sleepover.”

“Really?” Kenta jumped a bit in excitement.

His eyes were still on her. Red and burning and waiting.

She cleared her throat, “Real–Really, baby, if,” She glanced nervously between them, “If that’s what you want.”

“Yeah! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

“So much fun,” The man confirmed, “Right,” Looking around, he made his way to the dining room table, “What’s for dinner?”

.♡.

“Damn,” He whistled from behind her, hands rubbing up her sides, settling on her hips, “You tryna steal my brand?”

He huffed a laugh, lips falling to a smirk as his face fell to her neck, eyes trailing her figure in the mirror in front of them.

“Guess red is your color now, baby.” His nose brushed against her neck as he raised his head, taking in a breath, and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek.

She tried her hardest not to cringe, managing to keep her disgust contained with the clench of her jaw. The dress was beautiful; she would have felt beautiful had anyone else on the planet gifted it to her, but they didn’t, and she didn’t. There was a much too revealing slit running up one of the sides of the dress. With fabric skin tight and blood red, she felt more like someone’s dress-up doll than a person.

“This is it, right?” She sighed, meeting his eyes in the mirror, her own expression dull, tired, “You get your rank boosted, and that’s it. We’re done. Right? ”

She knew logically, in the far back of her mind, that this was about something entirely more sinister than simply a number as inconsequential, as temporary as a hero rank. The crimson eyes in the mirror glowed with a feeling she could only attribute to possession.

But, stupidly, naively, she was clinging to some hope, any hope, that that was what he wanted. Because if it wasn’t, if he wanted any more, she feared she’d break to pieces on her bedroom floor. And if she allowed herself even a second, and the cracks appeared, she’d be burdening her son with the shattered mess that would be her resolve.

So she wouldn’t break. If only to keep that bright smile on Kenta’s face, eyes innocent, shield him from anything and everything big and bad in the world like a mother would. Like a mother should.

She wouldn’t break.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” He sighed, a sleazy smile still on his lips as his hands began to move, to grope, “After tonight; we won’t have to play pretend anymore.”

One arm wrapped around her middle, pulling her tight against him, something poking at her back. His other hand traveled downwards, fingers slipping past that easy access slit, and–

“Mama, mama, look!” As quickly as he pulled her to him, he stepped away, turning to the little boy bounding through the door.

“You like the suit, bud?” How generous he was, he’d reminded her. He had all the money in the world to take care of them. She just had to let him. As if it were that easy. Asshole.

But she swallowed the anger, sending a soft smile to her son, taking in the child standing tall and proud in his small, tailored suit, grinning up at them for approval. At them. She faltered a bit before willing the nausea away.

“Wow,” She sighed, making her way to Kenta, crouching down as she fixed his red tie. The three of them really did look like a matching set, didn’t they? “Who’s this handsome man? Have you seen Kenta? I can’t seem to find him!”

“It’s me! Kenta! Here, I’m right here!” He squealed, waving his arms a bit in front of her.

“No,” She smiled wryly, “Kenta likes to come home covered in dirt lookin’ super cool.”

“Well now I’m all dressed up and super cool!” He crossed his arms petulantly, and she relented, laughing lightly.

“Oh, silly me,” She stood, having fixed his tie, “Of course, only Kenta could look this cool.”

“Mhmm!”

The low laughter behind her was like ice water in her veins. Right. He was still here. He came up behind her, arm wrapping around her hips as he smiled down at her son.

“You all ready, bud?”

“Yup!” Kenta jumped excitedly, “And I remembered, just like you said! I got the–”

“Surprise, kiddo.” The man hummed.

“Oh,” Kenta’s eyes widened before nodding intently, “Right. Surprise.” She didn’t want to dwell on the way her son looked at the man beside her with the reverence of something like a father.

The hero sent him a wink, and the little boy gave him a mismatched eye blink in response. She clenched her jaw, fingernails digging into her palms. Days. Days, and he hadn’t budged on this surprise of his. She felt like she’d throw up if she thought about it too long. So she forced it to the back of her mind.

She couldn’t break.

He turned back to her, fingers squeezed at the fat of her waist, thumb brushing affectionately against the fabric.

“You ready?”

.♡.

The lights flashing in her face left her feeling dizzy, and clutching tightly to the man by her side as they stepped from the limo. Blindly, she grasped for her son’s hand behind her as they marched forward, through the chaos.

They stopped in front of a row of reporters. A press line, she realized grimly. She let her mind wander as he fielded questions about the upcoming hero ranking announcement, chuckling lightly as reporter after reporter speculated about the nature and history of their relationship. About the oh so adorable little boy bouncing at their side.

He waved them off after a while, “I’m real sorry!” Sheepishly, a hand came to scratch at his head, “But, the little lady’s not used to all the cameras just yet.” Yet? No, push it down. Smile, she reminded herself, glancing at her son, who was rocking on his heels back and forth beside her. Oblivious. Good.

He huffed an apologetic laugh as the crowd protested, “‘Sides, we’d better get inside,” He threw a disarming smile over his shoulder, a hand raised to the crowd, “Wish me luck!”

They made their way inside, and she scanned the room, Kenta gasping next to her at the gathering of heroes. His heroes.

They made their way to their seats, and she recognized a few of the heroes gathered around them. She zoned out as a few of the men shoved her hero by the shoulder, jeering at him for finally settling down. A few of the women cooing over Kenta; how quaint! God, she wanted to scream.

She was brought back to reality when the grip on her hand turned deadly. Wincing, she turned towards him.

“I’m sorry,” She forced a sheepish smile, “Guess I’m just a little overwhelmed. What was the question?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the suspicious gaze of that ash blonde hero. The one who blew the city to bits every chance he got. He scoffed as he sized her up, turning away, downing his drink. She swallowed, turning away in unease.

“How’d this oaf convince ya, huh?” The lightning blonde laughed, “Money? No way a chick as hot as–oof!” One of the women, that pink hero, she recognized, elbowed him in the stomach, and the man doubled over, spitting up his drink, “Shit! What was that for?”

She turned away from the interaction as the woman began to scold him, and a few others took the opportunity to ask about her relationship to their friend.

How’d you get together?

Yeah! Tell us everything!

Where’d he take you on your first date?

It wasn’t the gym, right? Please tell me it wasn’t the gym!

And more. Her cheeks hurt from the forced quirk of her lips, fingers aching under the table from the deathgrip her tormentor had on her hand. She gave them the answers she thought appropriate.

He saved my son’s life.

Just a casual dinner. Nothing big.

His grip relented a bit, and she sighed. Kissing her on the cheek, he leaned back, a lovesick glaze overtaking his eyes that even his friends seemed to notice, because the jeers started up again.

“Alright, alright,” He placated with a smile, “You got your answers. Quit scarin’ the lady, already.”

They protested lightly, but settled. Just in time. The lights started to dim, and a spotlight shone on stage. The entirely too enthusiastic announcer began to speak, hyping up the crowd at the fast approaching ranking release.

As the minutes ticked by on the clock, she realized his name hadn’t been called yet. Most of the heroes at her table had sat by in silence so far. And then the host flashed a knowing smile, reminding the crowd of the moment they’d been waiting for.

The Top Ten.

Oh. Was that it? If he was in the top ten, would that mean she did her job? Served her purpose. Would he leave her be, then?

She turned to watch Kenta, whose eyes were glued to the stage, wide in awe, ears hanging on every word. She selfishly wished he wouldn’t become one of those people who worshiped the hero society she’d found herself trapped in.

But she could see it happening in real time, she supposed. The way he clung to the man who’d saved him from the rubble. The merch and toys that now littered their home, posters plastered around his bedroom walls. The way his eyes seemed to light up at the mention of his favorite hero’s name. She could almost hear the moment her heart started to crack.

All of a sudden, the people around her stood up, screaming. Kenta jumped to his feet, hands raised in the air as an open-mouthed smile overtook his face.

No. 8 Hero.

No. 8.

He reached a hand around her back, twirling her towards him, dipping her as his lips forced themselves on hers, tongue shoved down her throat. The cheers only erupted further. As she was pulled back to her feet, dizzy and unfocused, she barely registered as he made his way to the stage, bowing in thanks.

The rest of the names flew by in a blur, a few of his friends stepping up to join him as the list reached its end. But she paid no mind. It was over now. Right?

It was over. Could it please be over?

.♡.

They were outside again, and the cold night air nipped at her skin. Ushered back into the press line, she watched him desperately as he began to speak to reporters.

What an honor. I wasn’t expecting this. I’ll do my best to earn it!

She wanted to laugh until she screamed. But she was waiting. Waiting for him to say it. Release her. Release them. Say it. Please, say it.

“I owe it to all the support I’ve got behind me.” He smiled, squeezing their interlocked hands, “I really am the luckiest guy in the world, Number 8 or not.” No.

“There isn’t anything I can do to thank her,” He sighed, letting out a sheepish laugh, “But, I did prepare a little surprise.”

He turned to glance at Kenta, “We had a little surprise, actually.” Not that. Don’t say that.

The crowd awed, cooing at the scene, reporters on the edge of their seats, eager to hear more. She knew it was coming. She knew it. And yet, still, some part of her, some stupid part of her grasped for that single thread. She couldn’t fall. If she fell, she’d break.

“You ready, bud?” Stop it. She was starting to lose her grip on the thread.

“Mhmm!” Kenta hummed, fumbling for something in his pocket. “Right here!”

The thread was fraying. His small hands produced a velvet red box, and the crowd took a breath. She watched as her son reached past her, handing the weapon to the perpetrator. She hadn’t the time to process the burning betrayal in her chest. Because suddenly, she was falling.

And then he kneeled, looking up at her imploringly, that twinkle in his eyes sparkling. He’d finally won that game of his that only he was playing. Further down and down. And–

“Will you marry me?” That shark toothed smile flashed up at her; she felt the fangs ripping her heart to shreds.

And she shattered.

#yandere bnha #yandere kirishima #yandere kirishima eijiro #yandere kirishima eijirou #yandere mha #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere eijiro #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere x you #kiri is feral for milfs you can't convince me otherwise

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Dune 2 is out, and as a huge fan of the franchise I am in a semiferal state of hyperfixated fervor. I’ve been reading the book again as a coping mechanism, but it has been sort of difficult finding a social outlet for it. See, there is a lot of fascinating worldbuilding that isn’t in the movies and a lot of messianic philosophy that isn’t quite summed up by ‘well actually it turns out Duncan is the real Space Jesus.’ My wonderful girlfriend suggested this metablogging thing might be a better way to get my fix than stopping strangers on the street with a passion for science fiction easily mistakable for radical Islamic fundamentalism so HERE WE GO

One thing that kinda blows my mind reading through Dune is how both movies have given us radically different portrayals of Baron Harkonnen and how both of them are totally believable in the context of the original text. If you’re not familiar, the new sexy Dune gives us this raspy Kingpin type Baron that wades around in a bunch of unsettling fluids with this villainous gravitas like a fascist hippopotamus. In David Lynch’s 1984 Dune we are still dealing with a caricature of obese evil, but he’s just so goddamn jolly about it. He’s giggling and spitting and cavorting around in antigravity while Games Workshop writers take note about how everyone loves his boils. These depictions are so opposite to each other that seeing them both in the text is giving me this weird double vision.

I think the reason is this beautiful context we don’t really see in either version of the film, and that is the psychopath mentat Pieter DeVries serving absolute cunt with his exposition. It’s a worldbuilding thing. The Baron has a 15 year old Feyd-Rautha watching his uncle to learn a thing or two about statecraft. Pieter is a twisted mentat, which is like a human computer with an OS optimized for human rights violations and he is just having none of the Baron’s shit. He flaunts his expensive drug addiction, offers to dance, and repeatedly reminds the Baron that he was too stupid to have come up with this Snidely Whiplash shit by himself. Pieter correctly reasons that the Baron will have him dead as soon as he has outlived his usefulness and that his attitude isn’t going to be much of a determining factor. For now he is very confident that he remains useful.

So eventually Feyd is like ‘Uncle, I’m just watching you argue, I could be playing GameBoy right now’ because GameBoy is what Feyd-Rautha calls the guy with needles for teeth that he hunts through the steam tunnels. And the Baron goes ‘Ah, but you are learning something. See, one of the great things we lost during the robot jihad were Excel spreadsheets that weren’t little bitches.’ And that’s where it gets me. I can’t tell if this is an impatient mastermind flexing his general obesity or a plague-clown who invited his sassy laptop in to make everyone watch his sick burn. Maybe those aren't mutually exclusive. Maybe it’s not that weird and it’s just David Lynch brain poison leaving its indeliable mark.

Mostly I think it’s a profound tragedy that we don’t have an on screen adaptation of Pieter DeVries going full fucking Starscream. Like yeah, we see some animosity but we as an audience have been robbed of seeing a dude who can do orbital physics calculations in his head acting like he just figured out nothing actually happens when mom finishes counting down from ten. As a millenial STEM graduate, I feel a deep sense of empathy for this human calculator vocalizing to his employer that he hopes his home burns down.

#dune #feyd rautha #baron harkonnen #dune meta #Pieter

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Thoughts I had during TGCF Season 1 the Recap!

Basically, I recap the First Season of TGCF with my reactions, before my Season 2 binge watch!

Ep 1

-Don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… *Bride gets snatched* Okay, maybe you should’ve gone out there.

-Right after XL ascends, Lan Hai and Qing Tao then go, “Huh, Who is that?” Then everybody yells at them, “PRINCE XIE LIAN!”

-So much Property Damage…

-Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!

-Fu Yao, *Is sarcastic and rolls his eyes* Basically me: He’s just like me fr!!!

-Hehehehehehe Dick joke XD

-Sees Bride!XL: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’m Sorry XD!

-Yeah right a few alterations, she totally fixed his make up calling it.

-*Sees Bridesmaids NF and FY like* W H E E E Z E XD XD XD XD

-So that’s how he was able to last longer than the previous bride

-Pass me the Aux cord! You better not be playing mainstream garbage! *Turns on One Flower and One Sword and vibes like there’s no tomorrow*!

-I now pronounce you both husband and husband! You may now kiss the gro- I mean, bride!

Ep 2

-Honey, He looks a little too good looking to be the Ghost groom

-That temple looks abandoned, and the animation camera for walking inside

-There’s the ugly mob

-Hehe Xie Lian’s aggressive kindness

-When the mob scooched away from Bride!Lian I freaking lost it XDXDXDXD

-And Nan Feng and Fu Yao inch away instead of defending him!

W H E E Z E!

-The fact they both agreed to not explain anything XD!

-Xiao Ying is a real friend

-And hurting the injured is a real low for the mob

-They have enraged the ghost groom

-KO! Flawless victory!

-Zombie brides!

Ep 3

-Didn’t know it a zombie apocalypse happened in Ancient Feudal China (I need to brush up on my history)

-Welp, now they’re grateful

-Wait a minute, he was an acrobat??? Xie Lian Pre 3 ascension life spinoff when??? (That’ll prolly never happen)

-Man here comes the Bride Pun count: 3

-Now that is an Azula level breakdown

-They are not merciful with the body count in this whole series

-Woah saved by literal divine intervention

-Geez, Pei Ming this is why we don’t Ghost our Exes, Pun Count: 4

-Man, Xuan Ji, maybe you should’ve heard of the phrase, “Plenty of Fish in the sea”

-The way Xie Lian blinked when he realized he was still in the wedding dress XD!

-Restoring faith in Ming Guang

-Oh no Trauma

Ep 4

-He’s so distraught he couldn’t follow

-The telepathic matrix, is basically the world’s first discord server

-Thank you Ling Wen

-Aw he likes Hua Cheng’s name!

-That explains the fall of Xianle and the Moldy Face Plague

-Let’s be honest, Bai Wuxiang is totally responsible for Covid-19

-Woah Hua Cheng has made his mark on Heaven

-Aww he thinks the Butterflies are beautiful!

-Honestly, smart move Mu Qing and Feng Xin

-Oh she is so burnt out

-Yeah, who was the Prince of Xianle anyway?

-WHY IS EVERYBODY’S EYELINER GAME SO ON POINT?!?!?!?!

Ep 5

-The way he blew off that maple leaf

-Oooh that subtle hinting later on and symbolism with Xie Lian

-The way he moved in closer *fangirls like no tomorrow*

-I freaking love the instrumental version of Hong Jue

-Is he touched starved? He is touch starved

-I love that when San Lang scared the Ghosts shitless they ended up running like no tomorrow, Ghost 1: Book it guys our lives depend on it! Ghost 2: But we’re already dead! Ghost 1: Well it’s just an expression!

-And there was only one bed. Oh my gods there was only one bed!!!

-Aw he caught him staring

-I believe you Ox cart man

-Heck with how popular TGCF is right now, Xie Lian would be worshipped today by fans like us

-His luck did rub off on you and you should take it all Xie Lian

-Welp time to go start the next arc

Ep 6

-Woah, that old man is traumatized

-Of course being a martial god, he has experience in combat. Have you seen him in a sword dual at Yinian bridge? (Subtle Phineas and Ferb quote)

-Yep called it, and the gong noise when the door opened!

-“How did we get out here in the middle of the ocean???”

-Awww look at San Lang’s emo hoodie!

-You know what’s better than one evil Daoist? Two evil Daoists!

-And he drank the whole thing like a boss

-Now Nan Feng’s acting like an NPC from a fantasy video game

-The woman in the teal cloak saw him

-He’s touched starved again!

-Best chemistry ever!

-And after Rouye grabs San Lang and Xie Lian says, “I didn’t mean San Lang”. Rouye goes: “Really? Ok!” And then lets him go, that’s just the hypothetical dialogue I’ve got for the silk band

Ep 7

-It’s official! Xie Lian is shorter than San Lang people!

-I’ve heard of a close knit unit but this is just insane!

-There’s so many people

-Ooooohhh That poor poor general

-SO MANY COBRAS!

-Oh no and 4’s an unlucky number in China

-He is sucking the venom out like a G! Get yourself a man like San Lang people!

-You know we’re all thinking what Xie Lian’s thinking about how he’s going to clean San Lang’s bloodied lips (I’ll let you share your answers in the comment section)

-And Fu Yao’s stuck with merchant sitting

-Really lovely desert travel music!

-Yeah he does know an awful lot

-Uh oh the woman in the black cloak spotted them

Ep 8

-Thank you San Lang for protecting your man like a champ!

-Ooooh cool more Ban Yue lore!

-Ooooh his poor, poor head

-And San Lang’s expression, is worried if he hurt him, but it worked!

-Yeah but our faces don’t stick out of the ground like a fresh tater!

-Aw no they’re gonna need sacrifices

-Zhao’s fight response kicked in

-Eeenie meanie meinie that kid (probably Kemo)

-“Sully not thine honor on innocent blood” That almost sounded like a bible quote…?

-Dude Xie Lian was royalty

-Trust fall! (You’ll see next ep peeps!)

-Oh and Xie Lian’s scream! Kind of needed more raw emotion though

Ep 9

-He’s gonna jump into the pit, he’s jumping into the pit, he jumped into the

-Xie Lian’s like: Well I am going down there, but I won’t go down alone!

-The pit’s entrance is sealed!

-Trust fall! TRUST FALL!

-He touched his throat!

-There’s your answer Xie Lian

-Dance fight! Dance fight!

-You’re just gonna excuse the mass murder San Lang committed in the pit?????

-Let me just find somewhere that isn’t covered in blood

-Oh yeah you’re grateful for San Lang carrying you

-The faces they made when he called them out for jumping into the pit XD Xie Lian’s eyes are wide and blank while San Lan has a cat face! XDXDXDXDXD

-She came down!

Ep 10

-She saw Xie Lian and San Lang

-So many fallen Ban Yue soldiers

-Hi Fu Yao

-I wasn’t kidding when I said Fu Yao isn’t great at crowd control

-Thank you Fu Yao

-She’s holding his hand and he’s patting her head my freaking heart!!!!

-Oh No! Vomit trigger warning for this episode people

-Xie Lian raised her more than her Yong’An father did (and to some extent her late mother)

-It was still a good choice after all Xie Lian

-Take it easy with the ‘Bad Cop’ routine Fu Yao

-Oh no a scorpion snake

-Well that’s bad

Ep 11

-Aiaigasa! It’s Aiaigasa again folks AAAAAHHH!!!!

-Scorpion tailed cobras why’d they have to be Scorpion tailed Cobras?!?!?!?!?

-That explains the sandstorm

-Ooooh Pei Xiu army backstory

-Ugh Classist general

-No Ban Yue!!!! She was so young!!! T - T

-Yeah where will Xie Lian go from here?

-Oooh Yizhen got name dropped too!

-Uncle Jiang is cured!

-And the way he’s running away from the duo XDXDXD!

-Here’s why Fu Yao left early, as they healed Uncle Jiang he contacted Nan Feng through the telepathic array and Fu Yao’s reason is: Come on, you know how horrifying his highness’ cooking can be. This is just my theory, and I’d love to hear your possible ones in the comments!

-And the way Hua Cheng moved in closer and just preferred to be called ‘San Lang’ my freaking heart!!!

Ep 12

-We are back in Puqi village folks

-I freaking love how Xie Lian says ‘The Crimson Rain Sought Flower’ Howard Wang’s voice could act as my new sleeping aid

-Oh yeah San Lang does treasure you dude

-Ban Yue deserves all the head pats!!!!

-Ban Yue, I think you should keep living despite all the mistakes you’ve made… other than that I also don’t know the answer like Xie Lian

-Aww Xie Lian will love him no matter if he’s hideous or a monster he really does have the best standards!

-Awwww He’s hot when he’s mad!

-Another Reason why Hualian works so well is that San Lang also Respects! Xie Lian’s! Boundaries (Yep still not getting involved with the Helluva Boss drama folks)

-It’s official! That looks like an engagement ring people!

-Dude pass me the Aux cord! Ya better not be playing mainstream garbage *Puts on Hong Jue at full blast and vibes like no tomorrow!*

-It’s like they’re running towards each other AAAAAHHH!!!

-Welp, see you guys later for Season 2!

Season 2! Here I come!!!!

#my post #My reaction #episode reaction #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #season recap #Tgcf season 1 #xie lian #hua cheng #san lang #hualian #nan feng #fu yao #pei xiu #ban yue #ling wen

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your war is over

synopsis: rei and the aftermath of his execution, except this time he has you

characters: rei sakuma

x gn!reader, angst with comfort, ~1.1k words total, a bit of character exploration(?)

tw: some imaginations of violence that are towards self, self depreciating thoughts, some religious stuff (not much)

a/n: ...Well I’ve been gone for a while. This was mostly a word vomit to write something, and dang this got turned into angst quick. I’ll try to offer a more happier work in the future, hope you enjoy!

God, is it possible to be any more tired then he felt at the moment? He feels torn apart, left to rot by the student council that includes Keito and Eichi Tenshouin, and damn for the first time he feels like he doesn’t want to help anyone because he just wants to curl up into a ball and sleep.

He can imagine the vultures picking at his now deceased body, mimicking how the students of Yumenosaki were so quick to isolate him and the rest of the group he calls his friends, the chance of blaming someone else for their faults was just too easy to grab. Maybe if he was a little stronger or hanged on just a bit more he could survive, but damn it’s so easy to want to let go of something that doesn’t even feel it could be in your grasp. It’s so easy to feel out of your skin when that exact skin feels like it is pulling you in 10 different directions and melting off your body, wanting to shed it off to get comfort for the first time.

The feeling of being so out of your zone makes him feel like a thin rope snapping at any second, yet for the love of God he doesn’t feel anything towards it. The thought of being left alone both comfort and scare the shit out of him, cause he both wants it and doesn’t want it, he wants to be comforted but he also doesn’t want others too see him in a such a sorry state that he had done to himself, the hole in the ground that he had dug with his bare hands.

It felt like he had a black thick ooze around him, tainting everything that he touches, the clothes he wore. That ooze felt like it trailed after him, following him and laughing at him as he screwed himself over by traveling everywhere to fix the problems that plagued the schools. Each time he fixed a problem, more would pop up and multiply. Each time he fixed a problem it also came with people relying on him and seeing him like some sort of god that could do anything. It did once feel like he was on top of the world except now that world is crashing and burning down now that everything is over, now that he is exterminated.

His home is now so far away because he pushed it away, he left it to rot because of his selfish needs to give the world everything that he knew he didn’t have, that he would never have. His home is somewhere else and damn it he wants it back, but he knows he out of all people doesn’t deserve that home because of what he had done to it. Everything feels like it’s on fire, that everything that he built for himself was in flames and now they are ashes, and those ashes are blowing away in the wind that he himself is creating.

And he himself is the reason why he played in Tenshouin’s hands, let himself be carried in this rotting play that brings him at least a little excitement in his lonely life that wasn’t there before. Yeah, he’ll play the villain, cause there’s no way he’s gonna be a hero in this world full of crime and hopelessness. But all of what he’s said is shit because what he is saying is going against everything that actually happened. Cause he had someone, he had someone that was his home, but he really did lose them, lose something that is one of a kind and that he truly doesn’t deserve after what he has done. He’ll ingrain that in his brain until the day he dies but isn’t he already dead?.

Yet time and time again he will be stumped by the way his home comes back to him after every single time he leaves, after all he’s done. He knows he should let go of his home, yet he craves the way it embraces him, the way it will shelter him from the outside world that is pounding on the walls to get to him. His home loves him unconditionally, it loves him not just because of his titles, not because he is known to help solve problems, but it loves him because his home knows he will love them just the same. That love is built on the trust and the raw feelings that had existed between them since they bonded, since they met. That home makes him feel like he could hold the world in his hands, and yet that world isn’t Earth but his home itself.

That home is not just any home but where he can finally rest and not have to deal with fixing everything, including himself. But you don’t deserve to be called just a home, you deserve to be called his other half, his sun, his equal. He loves you so much that every single time he left he felt pieces of himself break off, but he hopes those pieces ended up with you.

The comfort of your hands running through his hair was heavenly, the way you cupped his face and wiped away the tears that he didn’t even realize were running down his face. He wasn’t sure if you would scream at him, if you would punch him, turn him away or ignore him completely, tell him that he really means his first name. Instead of all that, you hold his hands with both of yours and invite him inside, guide him to your bedroom and let him rest. You had every right to be mad at him, but instead you only show him comfort. You call him 零, Rei, and each time you call him by his name it feels less like the meaning of zero, of nothing, and instead zero, of a new start. The arms that gently wrap around him and ground him back to reality are what helps him feel alive, what helps him feel safe. And damn it, you are one of the best things that happened to him and he would be a fool to think otherwise. If he was mistakenly given to you by some higher power he’s surely not going to say anything, not going to say anything that could screw him over and take away one of the best things that was brought to him.

It won’t be a while until this war ends, until the rest of the Oddballs are executed by Tenshouin. And yeah, he feels like restarting his damn life. But the thing that he hadn’t realized was that you were waiting for him throughout all of this, silently supporting this guy that screwed over so many times. This time, he’ll restart his life, except he will have you with him, side by side, facing life together.

#macaron's writing #esworks #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader

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topbanana-art · 5 months

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Finally making an OC info post- by no means is this all of them, just ones that are most active and/or live in my head rent free.

First up- Rhys (DnD 5e - Rime of the Frostmaiden)

20 years Old, Half Orc, Half Elf (sweet baby angel) , He/Him

Fighter- Echo Knight

Absolute Ray of Sunshine; Rhys is from Icewind Dale; more specifically the Nomadic Reghed Tribe of the Elk.

He's unfamiliar with the outside world and even includes settlements in his own country

He's a Himbo basically a big dog.

This campaign lead him to leaving his tribe for the first time after an unfortunate accident which turned him into a small 'painted child' and searching for his missing sister. (both these are sorted now!)

*Rhys found an old oil painting of this child, blacked out and next thing he knew he was that small elf child. Her skin and clothing having the texture of painted canvas, and bleeds paint.

For a good chunk of the campaign he was just a totally normal elf- whose shadow didn't match with the body

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Dhalas (DnD 5e Annalor)

36 Years Old, They/Him, Triton

Drunken Master Monk

Chill surfer dude vibes

Part of a travelling circus, They're a balancing act

Extremely laid back, Dhalas talks like they fight- dancing around, seemingly without rhyme or reason and occasionally clumsy.

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Foxglove (BG3)

138 Years old (tweaked her age a lil), She/They, Drow

Arcane Trickster Rogue

Guild Artisan Background- Locksmith & Apprentice Finesmith

Chill and sassy, that Tav who talks their way out of shit.

Skews Towards Chaotic Good

Presents Androgynous most of the time

Must lockpick everything- she's not actually super interested what's inside, she just wants to see the workmanship of the locks and trashtalk how bad they are.

Yeah she's smooching the vampire. (and Halsin)

Naturally cares for others, even at the cost of her own wellbeing.

Has a Phobia of anything touching/going near her eyes- so the start of the game is A Time for Fox.

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Arslan Dhoro (FFXIV)

21 Years Old (as of ARR), He/Them

Xaela AuRa

Dragoon - White Mage Main (All healer classes tbh)

Stoic, Resting Angry Face Himbo

He struggles to show emotion but he's just pretty shy and cautious about opening up to others.

From the Azim Steppe, he left in his early teens with his father after the death of his mother, to explore the world beyond the Steppe.

His Father Died in his late teens, attacked in Coerthas thinking he and Arslan were Dravanians.

He's extremely soft and protective for the Scions/his friends

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Shiv (DnD 5e Saltmarsh- campaign completed)

Awful, terrible lesbian

68 years old, She/Her, Halfling

Celestial Warlock - Unicorn Patron w/ a Baby Phoenix familiar, Toby

A piece of shit. Is an absolute asshole and wont let you know she cares.

Lowkey magical girl

Ex-smuggler, who's patron is literally 'I can fix her', 'she can be a better person'. Part of the 'Beyond Skeletons' Pirate crew, she's the medic of the crew.

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Pymmyr Tathnel (DnD 5e)

Pym

85 Years Old, He/They, Drow

Gloomstalker Ranger

Emotional Support Blink Dog, Princess Liquorice

This boy is scared all the time

Doesn't talk much, but speaks in a soft voice

Has disordered 'Sleeping' and Eating :)

His plague mask has tinted lenses to help ease the strain with how bright the surface is

I wont tell too much about them as a lot of their info is spoilers to other players. But this sad Drow just rocks up in my head on the regular.

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Erebus (Anima Beyond Fantasy)

AKA- My first TTRPG character! circa 2011-2 I think???

Real name Sho Yoshimitsu

22 Years Old, He/Him

Duk'Zarist Nephilim

Assassin

Textbook 'strong silent and intimidating hot man'

But basically a big soft boy if you break past the mile thick ice

Tragic backstory™ , used to using his body for the job

He really enjoys cooking!

Also hopelessly in love with a small soft summoner, Caelum (the one hugging him), They're RedxBlue gays

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I think I'll leave it there for now!

I may add more later, I hope it was interesting?? and I'm still pretty shy with yelling this much about my characters haha.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far! 💜

#gees ocs #oc info #oc art #my ocs #bg3 tav #ffxiv warrior of light #dnd character #sketchbook #my characters #art

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nova--spark · 4 months

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So. Mortal Machines Ex-Cons. Could always explain their existence as an additional punishment for the too well adapted Team Prime.

Knockout is gonna freeaaaaaaaaaaak. When all the biology explanations are done, he will likely demand a mall trip. And try getting drunk. He also gives me the air of a nervous driver for some reason? Like, we all know he was vain as all get out. So maybe that transfers into an extreme fear of being hurt, because humans can scar, and it does NOT buff out. Add to that the fact that he is well versed in the darker aspects of driving and yeah. Paranoid KO.

Starscream would be a funny outlier to add to this as well. Like, dudes casually in a coma then POP he's in Unit Es base, with the other cons, and wide awake. How would flight-withdrawal affect him I wonder.

Shockwave would immediately be trying things out with his new form. Once done, he would throw himself into fixing the Squishy Plague.

Soundwave has a pet birb. African Grey Parrot maybe? It's Laserbeak. He's his usual quiet kid self. Maybe Bee teaches him sign? Human sign ofc. He totally knows CSL already.

Megs is just broken. And broken Megs is vulnerable Megs. He defiantly has ADHD tho. Idk why. I just always HC he does.

oK i LOVE all of this???

Knockout is absolutely uneasy, he knows very well humans are fragile [Silas was a fun little test of how fragile] and so, he is indeed a bit of a nervous driver, because while he could buff out a scratch as a bot, he can't replace anything in a human body as easily. And he absolutely made sure everyone has an impeccable wardrobe, i feel sorry for whomever is paying for it though--

Starscream is just wondering if this is just some horrendous nightmare most of the time, and he really just wants everything done with.

Shockwave surprisingly ??? Creates a bunch of cures??? For human illnesses that tend to frustrate people, and he simply shrugs when asked how he did it. Cybertronian science apparently made the cure for the common cold easy.

Who'd have known?

Soundwave is indeed now with an entire menagerie of pets, because he now has adopted 2-3 birds, 2 cats, a lizard, and somehow, a bat. In his defense, he didn't know bats weren't normal human pets, but the little one was doing no harm, being a fruit bat.

He has also kindly taken to the ASL lessons, but has also received a phone from Raf, which he uses a Text to Speech app on. Alternatively, he's resorted to using social media audios to express certain emotions.

The kids cannot stop laughing.

Megatron had...some issues adjusting, his fighting instincts indeed manifesting into what humans would call ADHD, for which he has taken to mild sparring, if only to calm his nerves.

Optimus has offered him to perhaps spend some time, and talk. After all, for them all, it has been a very overwhelming experience.

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #mortal machines #transformers prime #tfp #tf prime #nova writings

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What if Jason Todd was having a friend with benefits. And she ends up getting pregnant. How would he react to that cause he is going to be a Dad and she is his friend...

I’m sorry this took so long, but I rewrote it like three times - hope you’re alright with this!

Warnings: angst, accidental pregnancy (duh)

Word Count: 0,6k

part 2 here

The soft heaving and lowering of your chest was the only indicator that you were alive.

He had always hated this, the fact that you looked almost dead when you were in a deep sleep. Lying next to you after a long night, it had given him a heart attack more than once.

Carefully, he stepped closer to your bed, where you were curled up into yourself. You looked peaceful, the muscles of your face relaxed. Totally different from when he last saw you.

His heart ached remembering that evening, and what had happened. It had been five days since you had last talked to him.

“No, that- how is that even possible, we did everything, except for maybe that one time but I mean that’s not enough, is it?”

“Apparently it is.”

“That test might be wrong. I don’t know, maybe it’s bugging or something.”

“Jason, this is not a broken wifi! Oh, and I missed my period at the same time why? Just a coincidence or what?”

“Yeah, I mean I- I don’t know.” Defeated, he slumped into the chair and rested his forehead on his hands.

“Jason, we have to face it. This is happening, like really happening. And we need to think of-”

“No,” he cut you off. “No, I can’t do this.” He stood up and grabbed his jacket.

“What do you mean you can’t do this?”

“Care for a kid, I mean. I just- I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

“Jason!” You yelled after him, but he already closed the door behind him.

He knew he shouldn’t be here. You had told him more than once that him sneaking through your window at night was ridiculous, that he should just sue the door. But he couldn’t seem to shake the habit.

Even if the night was the only time that you accepted his presence now.

“You’re an idiot, Jason.” The voice of his best friend Roy Harper rang through his head. “A massive one.”

Carefully, he pulled the blanket higher up your body to your chin.

Your apartment was cold but under the blanket it was warm. Apparently nobody had lit up the fireplace in a while.

He ran away that night. Like a coward, because he was scared.

Jason Todd felt like he was poison. Everything he touched, it never ended well. How could he, how could you, trust himself with something as valuable as a little child? Something as fragile?

“You’re an idiot, Jason. She needs you.”

As he saw you lying there in your bed, no terrible thoughts plaguing your mind, he felt awful. Once upon a time, he had sworn to always protect you. How could he have managed to fail so badly?

He clenched his hands into fists. Roy was right, he was an idiot. And he had to keep his promise. He would take care of you. And of the child that was growing inside you. His child.

Under the mask, a small smile formed. Somehow that had a nice ring to it.

His gloves fingers softly caressed your cheek. It was a goodbye.

Jason made his way back to the window. He would come back tomorrow, he decided, as he swung to the next nearby rooftop. Talking to you in broad daylight seemed a better idea.

“I’m gonna fix this,” he said. But there was nobody listening to him, except for the full moon, shingling bright in the black nightsky.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #dc comics #batboys #batfamily #batboys imagine #jason todd angst #jason todd x fem!reader #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #batboys x reader #yourmomxx #fix things #requested

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@suburbanbeatnik OK SO:

As far as the “mixing up different historical eras” problem goes, this actually happens in a lot of different novels. Theodora by Samuel Edwards is the most blatant example I can think of at the moment—near the end of the book, a horde of Huns, inexplicably led by Khosrow, starts marching on Constantinople while Justinian is in his plague coma, and Theodora sells the crown jewels (I don’t believe the narrative specifies the buyer) to fund Belisarius and his troops, who are the city’s last defense. Khosrow is similar to Mehmed II, Theodora takes on the role of Anna of Savoy, and the overall political situation is implied to be very bad for Byzantium, with Constantinople on the brink of total failure and most of the empire's territory gone. (Like, there’s discussion of Justinian and Theodora meeting the invaders at the gates so they can die together, because they think the whole empire is collapsing.) The story does end with the Byzantines winning (using Greek fire, another anachronism), and Theodora gets her jewels back (I do not remember how), but yeah, the author completely blended two very different periods together. Different variants of this exact plot appear in different novels—a *lot* of books treat the 540s as politically similar to the 1200s or 1300s, and a *lot* of books have Theodora sell her crown for some reason or another, usually to fund the defense of the City or one of Justinian’s schemes. (One book–maybe one of the ones by Marié Heese? I can’t think of the title, sorry)—had her sell her jewels to fund the building of the Hagia Sophia. (She gets them back in that book, too—I think Narses literally just discovers an enormous stockpile of gold somewhere, and that fixes the financial problems.) And a lot of different books put Belisarius in a Heraclius or Basil-like role, although I’m less well-versed in Belisarius books than I am in Theodora books. (The Sarantine Mosaic by Guy Gavriel Kay definitely did this—the character of Leontes is pretty much Heraclius and Belisarius combined, while Valerius and Aliana are straightforward Justinian and Theodora equivalents, except for the fact Aliana is the equivalent of an iconodule rather than a Monophysite. But that gets a pass, imo, because it’s not pretending to be totally accurate.)

Religious inaccuracies and mixups are also really common overall, especially in older books. One Victorian-era book called Blue and Green, or the Gift of God: A Novel of Old Constantinople was very bad with this, presumably because the author was a British Protestant who made no secret of his disdain for the “pagan heathenism” of the Byzantine Empire. (His descriptions of religious ceremonies are very funny, because he describes them as, like, Christian ceremonies, if Christian ceremonies had strippers and drugs. The inciting incident of Theodora’s spiral into prostitution is her doing an erotic dance at a respectable, aristocratic wedding—not a bachelor party, an actual wedding—and this is presented as normal.) Really, you can probably just check out any Byzantine book from before, say, the 1980s on archive.org, and there’ll be weird religious anachronisms all over the place. Lots of authors bring iconoclasm or the East-West Schism (the one that happened in 1054) into the sixth century, I guess because those are more recognizable and dramatic than the Monophysite thing. Authors tend to put Justinian and Theodora on the opposite sides of these conflicts, and Theodora is usually on whatever side they consider “wrong,” which differs significantly from book to book depending on the author’s religious leanings.

Regarding the Theodora/Macedonia thing—Ross Laidlaw’s Justinian: The Sleepless One definitely did this (there were a couple of cringe sex scenes in this book—he always referred to Macedonia as “the other one,” I guess to avoid saying her name a bunch of times? It’d be like “Theodora felt the other one’s lips...” and so on. It sounded so strange.) Macedonia was Theodora’s main love interest—Theodora does marry Justinian, and she likes him well enough as a person, but she’s pretty explicitly gay and uninterested in men, and she has an affair with Macedonia until Macedonia dies in an earthquake. I believe Stella Duffy’s Actress, Empress, Whore duology also had Theodora and Macedonia hook up, but Duffy’s sex scenes were less fetishistic and cringeworthy, and their relationship didn’t last for the entirety of the novel. Theodora having sex (or sexually charged interactions) with Antonina, Macedonia and her other female friends is reasonably common in shitty Theodora novels in general, but it’s never, like, a plot point. It’s just an excuse for the author to write about attractive young women getting it on in the Roman baths, or whatever other fetish-y nonsense piques his interest.

These points aren’t even the weirdest things about most of these books, though. I should just sit down one day and do a full post about all of the absurd things that happen in Justinian and Theodora stories, because shit gets real weird in most of them. Messy historical anachronisms and fetish-y male-gaze lesbian sex scenes are nowhere near the strangest aspects of some of these books—remind me, one day, to talk about all of the Penis Diseases these authors invent to explain away Justinian and Theodora's infertility.

#penis disease segments #sexy Amalasuintha murder scenes #cringe Narses/Belisarius/Justinian/Theodora/Antonina love dodecahedrons #Evil Comito Bullshit #some of them give Theodora a fictional evil stepmother and stepsisters so she can be Cinderella #it's wild out there

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yeah fully agreed on how they have their bad moments even during the series where theyre at their best but the tumblr users that love team rocket despite not watching the show since they were kids would crucify me for saying they were bad during the earlier series too LMAO

HDHDHDHDHDHDHFHDFFUDJDUDD NO UR RIGHT…. i think its easier to forgive those earlier moments bc tbf, they fix my indigo league criticism by johto bc i think they instantly get put on stand duty. (also there were several reasons that league was total ass for the most part and most of it comes down to “its the first one”) i think their behavior during the kanto league was too much even for their most diehard fans at the time. but boy does it get harder and harder and harder to like them the more that happens bc that overall issue of TR hogging really took a while to die. even after they stopped being a requirement for each episode it was a straight up plague in XY

#altho if i can be a biiit of a contrarian…. ngl i didnt even like TR as a kid #i liked their focus eps a lot but even then i kinda took them as a once in a while novelty #even at the time i thought them being in each episode was just annoying #also to go back to them not being the great gnc rep ppl think they are…. the transmisogynistic ash joke was literally kicked off by them #like its their idea #mail #moonscape #and it felt like i was doing ‘’the wrong thing’’ when i saw how beloved they were by queer fans online #like ‘’if you hate tr you hate queer people lol’’ was a common sentiment i remember #and now im like oh my god its total bullshit if you’ve actually seen the show. this show cant fucking handle girls wearing PANTS!!!!!!!!

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PART 3 He’s down on his knees

Jared Padalecki x reader

Warnings: sexual, smut, oral, light swearing, age gap, praise kink, dom/sub, bondage, public sex, talks about sex/kinks, first times, self-esteem issues, body issues, chubby reader Just real dirty unless I put feelings into it xD

Just a random movie I’ll make up for this.

I also live for a gay best friend makeup artist

If my future man ain’t obsessed with me I don’t want him xD

Last part <-

The acting was strange from then on. You avoided Jared like the plague, grew flustered anytime you were around him, forgot all your lines in moments, and acted like a young fan girl. Jared either didn’t notice or gave you space, in your dark times you’d figure he’d gotten over you, realised you weren’t worth it, or you were just the fat funny friend everyone looked over.

It’s been a month since your make-out session and your depression seriously kicked you. You were crying at night debating whether to message him or not. Go visit him down the hotel hall, but you just ran, like you always did. Something that was too good to be true probably was.

You groaned when your alarm woke you, you felt like you drank ten litres of vodka or something. You smacked your phone a little too hard and your alarm stopped. You grumbled into the pillow before sliding out of bed and heading to the shower. A knock came though and you groaned again trudging to the door as you fake cry.

“Yes?” You opened the door a mess.

“Uh hey,” you froze hearing Jared’s voice and looking at him.

“Oh-“ you fixed yourself up, especially your tank top that was barely keeping the girls in.

“I’m so sorry” you muttered hiding behind the door and adjusting yourself. You heard him chuckle lightly and cursed yourself. You straightened out your hair the best you could, ignoring the literal bird's nest on the back. You appeared back and gave a brief smile.

“You ok?” He asked smiling slightly.

“Hah!” You said way too loudly and flushed.

“I mean yes” you cleared your throat awkwardly. Geez, this was the worst.

“I can come back” he offered and you nodded.

“Yes, that’d be great” your stomach dropped.

“Alright, I’ll uh, see you later” he chuckled waving goodbye.

“Ok,” you said waving goodbye before closing the door. You groaned and banged your head gently against the door. You had a shower, wondered if you could jump out the window and live then disappear to Africa or somewhere far. You got dressed and had a shake for breakfast before dreading going to see Jared. You had to face him eventually, you’d just tell him the truth and he’d tell you the truth and all will be peachy.

You knocked on his room door and he smiled as he opened it up.

“You look awake now” he chuckled and you nodded as he let you inside.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that- I would’ve um-” you gulped slightly clutching your phone.

“Hey, it's ok” he chuckled.

“I know you're not a morning person I should've come later” he shrugged hands in his pockets.

“Yeah” you muttered dreading the conversation.

“Hey I'm sorry I've been avoiding you,” you said quietly looking at the ground.

“It's ok,” he said rather softly.

“It's not” you muttered.

“Listen I know what happened, it was an amazing, one-time thing I get that, totally fine with me” you gulped glancing at his face. He was frowning confused.

“I'm not someone you know guys hook up with or get into relationships with so I totally understand not coming back” he still didn't speak and your heart pounded.

“Yeah cool, ok, so we good?” you chuckled nervously, shifting on your feet.

“Excuse me?” he muttered and you froze.

“Oh, not good then? Look I'm sorry about everything, I shouldn't have said anything-” you babbled a bit before lips crashed into yours.

“Shut up” he muttered and you nodded quickly as he kissed you roughly. You moaned softly surprised by the noise yourself as Jared's hands gripped your side. Jared backed you into the couch and you sat down before he laid you down and climbed on top of you. Jared groaned softly hands slipping under your shirt and running over your sides. He wasn't gentle like he had pent-up anger or something bursting. You stopped his hands and he lifted his head as you finally got a chance to breathe. A look of guilt flashed on his face as he say up and sat down, head in hand. You frowned slightly wondering what you did wrong, you just needed a breather.

“Sorry” he muttered voice cracking.

“What are you sorry for?” you asked confused as you sat up too.

“Being intense” he scoffed.

“You avoiding me for so long after what happened, I've got a lot of pent-up frustration” he muttered looking to the ground in shame.

“I knew you'd need space so I gave you it, and then you came here saying that, I kind of snapped” he admitted eyes still avoiding yours.

“I'm not used to normal pace” he chuckled dryly. You didn't know what to say, the amount of romance and fanfiction you read was not anything like this, the real emotions going through you.

“When you said prove it, I expected something irrational” he added sighing and shaking his head as he stood. He stretched, hands on the back of his head, shirt lifting. You cursed the dirty thoughts and stood too. You touched his side and he frowned looking at you as you moved to stand in front of him. You rested one hand on his chest and struggled to keep your heart in your chest. He was all muscle, strange from only knowing your body this whole time. You wanted to feel the skin on skin, feel the warmth through his shirt. You hesitated as one hand held the hem of his shirt. He just watched you with hawk eyes, intently staring, wondering. You shook your head slightly having an inward battle before you slipped your hand under his shirt. He was warm, overly warm now, he shuddered slightly, stomach tightening as your hand travelled up his abdomen. He moved and you stilled as he shrugged off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Your other hand rested on his chest over his heart. It was pounding much like yours, a quick bah-bump under your hand. It was funny feeling the hair there, sure you had hair but not like this, more like fine blonde hair. You came back from your little daydream though and panicked a little. What the hell were you doing?

“I'm so-” before you could speak Jared kissed you softly, hand going over yours that was over his heart. He held it there while his other hand cupped your neck. You sighed gently into the kiss, this was a better speed, you weren't struggling to breathe. Jared pulled back, leaning his head against yours, body slightly hunched over.

“See what you do to me” he chuckled softly and you grew even more flustered and nodded.

Next part ->

#jared padalecki x reader #jared paladecki #supernatural #x reader

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sunburnacoustic · 1 year

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Find Your Muse in Showbiz

— Tim Cashmere interviewing Chris for undercover.net.au (October 1999)

Teignmouth, Devon is finally on the map has a generator of international rock acts. The town's first major claim to fame is 3 piece Muse. Guitarist Matthew Bellamy, bassist Chris Wolstenhome and drummer Dominic Howard are three friends who have been playing together since they were 13. The press make comparisons to Radiohead, you can make up your own mind.

Well, we're here with Chris from the band Muse, and I guess we'll move straight into the album Showbiz. You've co-produced four songs on there, are you all studio literate? C: Um, not really, sort of, to an extent. That was done because originally the songs that we did were done before we had actually recorded the album and we did two limited edition EP's and some of those songs were from that. So it was basically an engineer that we knew, he just came in and we co-produced it with him and it wasn't any major production on it really. It was mainly ideas and things like that it wasn't so much the mix or anything like that, mainly just ideas and stuff like that.

Is there anyone you've modeled your production work on? C: Not really! [laughs] [laughs some more]

Well an interesting statistic, and it's from your bio, so bio's are usually full of shit, but you've got eighty songs written, is that true!? C: Yeah, but we've been together for like six years, so if you talk about every single song we've ever done it would probably go over a hundred. But some of them are absolute shit so, but I think probably we've got about twenty or thirty that we play and rotate around the set. We've got the songs off the album and the B-sides and stuff, and a few new tracks as well.

So does that mean that you don't have to write anything for the next six albums? C: It would all be totally new stuff, but if we were to go and do an album now, it would probably be half brand new stuff and half old stuff. But we'd rather wait until we've got all completely new stuff.

Well you've mentioned a few of the great bands of the nineties as your influences but the two that seem to have stuck out... C: Radiohead and Nirvana? [laughing]

Gee, no... no... ahhh... C: That biography really has changed. It was done about a year and a half ago. It was all pretty. We got an NME journalist to do it and he took us for coffee and we did it and it just came out crap. But we're going to change it too, because everyone still thinks we're all twenty as well because that's what it says on the bio, where me and Matt are actually twenty one and Dom's twenty two now, so it needs really updating.

It sure does! Well who are some of your favourite bands around now? C: Um... Rage Against The Machine, Primus, Nirvana, they're good. With the Nirvana and Radiohead thing, what we were actually talking about in the bio was the fact that they were probably the two most influential bands of the decade for most bands. Not necessarily for us, they were just the two biggest guitar bands around really. We were into Nirvana when we were younger, when we were in previous bands we did covers of their stuff, it was what got us into bands really, it was what made us want to be in bands.

That was the cover band Gothic Plague, or was that wrong in the bio too? C: No there were two bands. Matt's band was Gothic Plague, my band was Fixed Penalty.

So they were cover bands? C: Yeah they were cover bands. We did Nirvana and Sonic Youth and a lot of early nineties English bands like The Sexist Things [Note: I think they meant Senseless Things here] and Mega City Four and stuff like that.

I've been there done that, at the parties in the backyard! C: That's it, yep.

Well you've had ridiculous amounts of press exposure, that's your pile of press exposure there [pointing to a 3cm thick pile of Muse articles in my bag]. I've never seen anything like that. Can you remember the first time you read an article or a review of your band? C: Yeah it was probably like local stuff. There's a few local magazines where we're from and they occasionally did a review of the stuff. I can't remember which one, probably when we first did a gig at the Cavern in Exeter, which is like the local venue, probably back in '94 or '95, before we were signed. That was probably one of the first, and it was quite weird because we were all just dead chuffed that our name was printed in a magazine, even though it had a circulation of about twenty.

What about the radio, have you heard yourself there? Well, I'm sure you have. C: I haven't heard it on the radio a lot. I don't really listen to the radio much to be honest, but it was quite weird the first time I heard it on radio, and I was just listening to... do you know Steve LeMac [Lamacq]? The evening session in England?

Can't say I do. C: Well he was playing it and I was just sitting at home with my girlfriend and it came on over the radio and it was really weird.

Well you're quite a young band, although older than your bio is letting out to be. Do you get a lot of people saying "Ahh, they're just kids!"? C: Not really, I think in England especially there was a scene of a lot of teenage bands, teen acts sort of stuff and a lot of eighteen and nineteen year olds were in punk bands, bands like Ash and Symposium and bands like that. We got signed, I think we just sort of escaped that, being labelled with that, and the band itself has been together for six years, so even though we're young the band is not young, it's six years old the band, so I think in that sense the sound is older than we are I think.

Like dog years! Well, Muscle Museum is the next single, as I understand. Why was that song chosen? C: We're not really all that fussy with singles to be honest, because we're not a pop band really it doesn't really matter what songs turn out as singles. I think any song on the album could turn out as singles. It's not a pop album really, it's not like there's any real pop songs on there, so I don't think it matters too much what the singles are.

Well what about the name Muse. Where did that come from? C: Um, I think Matt and Dom did art at school and they had an art teacher and they were talking about art and she just started talking about muses and inspiration and things like that and Matt and Dom went away and looked it up in the dictionary what it meant and we just sort of just thought yeah it sounds like a cool name and it's nice and short, and it looks big when you put it on posters as well. To fill up the space it has to be big, so everyone can always see it.

Muse is quite a big word now that you mention it. I never thought of that, anyway. Do people recognize you when you walk down the street? C: I think the only time it's happened was once in France and it's different from country to country really, I mean now and again, but not very often.

What about muse-official.com, tell us about that. C: It's all right... We've got to sort out the website, we went over to America and got it set up and paid ridiculous amounts of money to get it set up and it's never really been updated since then so we're in the process of trying to get the website back to England and getting someone else to do it, although the fan sites are usually better than our own, so musescjb.net or something like that, that's a really good one.

#rip muse-official.com #chris wolstenholme #muse band #muse #Showbiz Muse #Showbiz era #muse interviews #muse australia #Undercover #Okay I don’t blame an Australian interviewer talking to a young English band on album no. 1 but he did not know a whole lot of things lol #Some little name mistakes I’ve had to fix from stuff he didn’t recognise. Ah the early days of internet!

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Just chatting about my day

My day was actually pretty good other than being in a weird mood. PMS be damned. Went on 2 walks because it was sunny, but still needed a winter jacket due to the wind. We also go back into a winter storm warning in 2 days. Ugh. I just want Spring. This winter air is killing skin. The walking I’ve been doing is really the most I’ve done since surgery because I had those few weeks I had to limit weight bearing, then weight bearing as tolerated, and then I was totally cleared in January after my last appointment with my surgeon. That was the dead of winter though and I was in a deep depression, mostly sedentary and only leaving the house for appointments apart from a couple times where I saw friends. Anyway, the walking around the neighborhood is still a lot for my hip. It doesn’t feel as bad as it did pre-surgery, but I think I’m always going to be limited and it will never be the way it was since before I became symptomatic. It’s just weird because the problem with my hip was something I was born with, but it wasn’t an issue until I was 23 and then it plagued me for years until a doctor finally listened. I believe I still have nerve damage down my leg from how long the issue was left without being addressed because I still get some burning/numbness down into my foot but I don’t have that localized calf and knee pain from my sciatic nerve constantly being irritated by my fucked up hip joint literally pinching it. Now it’s mostly the issue with my cervical spine and my right shoulder that’s always subluxing. The one surgeon who would see me with my insurance though refuses to fix it because he says due to my hypermobility, my shoulder would just dislocate again and the surgery would be useless 🙃 My hip surgeon said there is a risk of my hip having issues again, but he was still willing to do the surgery and I am thankful for that because I will take feeling good for now with only a possibility of an issue in the future vs how I did feel because I probably would have killed myself if I got turned down by a 2nd surgeon with how bad my mental state was last year due to the pain. Idk at least the pain I have in my shoulder/arm/neck is more tolerable though it can still be unbearable at times. I wish my connective tissue wasn’t like this so my body would stop tearing itself apart from every day things.

Idk got sidetracked but yeah I want to try to be as active as my body will allow. I wish we were truly in a post covid world so I could work towards getting my independence back, but it’s still a threat, one way making does not work, and my first covid infection gave me lifelong health issues so I’d really rather not risk more infections if I can help it because surviving the acute infection doesn’t mean you’re safe.

#gkat speaks

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Freezer Burns | Chapter Two

Chapter Two | Masterlist

Summary: Eddie has a sweet tooth

Warnings: mutual pining, Eddie's past, parental death, mentioned transphobia and bullying, his mom had cancer, Grandma Beth and Eddie are besties, steves sexuality crisis, background Gareth x Jeff,

Word Count: 4.1k

He spends the whole walk from his work to scoops fixing his hair and hyping himself up. He straightened out his boring grey Guitar World shirt under his jean vest leather jacket combo, he pulled his pants up and adjusted his belt, the closer he got the scarier this all seemed.

He almost turns around and then he’s spotted.

“Ahoy Edward,” Robin calls to him, forcing him to come all the way in and walk right up to her counter.

He feels so awkward and weird coming to Steve's work for the chance to see him that he starts to turn pink with embarrassment, “hi… um, is Steve in today?”

She nods, “yeah, dingus khan is in the back working on the new order we got… did you want me to go get him for you?”

“No, no it’s fine I just thought I’d ask 'cause I didn’t see him out here with you,” he shakes his head. “Um, can I get a cone of tiger tail while I’m here?”

She nods and grabs her scooper, “waffle cone or regular?”

“I only have enough for a regular,”

“Waffle it is,” she decides, grabbing the cone from on top of the display and sliding the glass door open to access the ice cream buckets. “It’s on me.”

“You’re too good to me, Buckley,” he smiles, calming down a lot. He had only 7 minutes left of his break to enjoy this cone, he wanted to enjoy it with Steve’s company but his best friend's cousin was a good second option.

“Anytime, Munson,” she packs on another scoop of ice cream so the cone is full and beautiful. “Look at her, she’s stunning!” Robin teases as she hands him the cone over the counter. “A dollar 60 is your total.”

He hands her two 1 dollar bills and puts the returned change in the tip jar for her and Steve to divi up at the end of the shift. “Thank you for this, um… what time do you get off tonight?”

“You know better than to ask me out,” she can’t help but tease him. “But 9 o’clock. Steve’s driving me home, why?”

“Oh, I’m coming over too so I thought I’d offer you a ride if he wasn’t,” he lies, he just wanted to know if Steve would be over without asking if Steve was coming over. “Grandma Beth said that she’s making her shepherds pie for dinner and you know I live for it.”

“That I do,” she can’t help but laugh, Eddie often went home with the leftovers whenever she made it. “Well, I’ll tell Steve you stopped by, and we’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, you will,” he gives her a wink and a wave and then he’s off.

He takes a deep breath as soon as he’s free, and his eyes go wide as he shakes his head, he couldn’t believe he built up the courage to go all the way over there to see Steve and he wasn’t even there.

This stupid crush on Steve Harrington has been plaguing his mind since middle school and was way too powerful now that he’s gotten to know him sightly. Before he’d just stare from afar, admiring the hair and his body and how his eyes lit up when he laughed… and he was laughing often when he was with his friends before he lost them all and ate in his car alone until he graduated.

Eddie’s always had an eye on him, he went to morning pep rallies to see him when he was the captain of the basketball team and went to Steve’s parties just as an excuse to look at him. His hair is luscious, his face is sweet, and his muscles are nice… he wasn’t even going to bother thinking about Steve’s thighs right now or else he’d pop a boner at work and he didn’t need that right now.

It took everything in him not to talk to Steve earlier, he knew he was hurting and he wasn’t having a fun time with his family or his friends or his exes… he felt bad seeing him always alone, and then Robin brought him home like a lost dog. He instantly wanted Steve to be in their friend group, but the other boys were still hesitant.

Before Gareth had his surgery they called him man boobs, the testosterone worked enough to make his face manly, almost too well when all the guys at school genuinely believed he was assigned male at birth so much so they bullied him for having breasts as a boy.

Gare still saw it as a half-win, cause they’ve never not thought of him as a dude. The bullying just wasn’t needed.

Jeff has been bullied and attacked and harassed simply for being black, no one even cared that he was very visibly, madly in love with Gareth, it was the racism of it all that got him bullied. No matter how much they tried to downplay their relationship around the town and even in front of Gareth’s grandma, they were all over each other when Eddie was around.

It’s why he had to leave the garage and ran into Steve in the kitchen that first night. His best friends couldn’t keep their hands off each other, they kept stealing kisses and holding hands and being cute and he couldn’t take feeling alone anymore so he got up and left. God knows what they got up to completely alone after that.

Since the first night, they’ve had a few more kitchen run-ins, sharing plates of reheated dinner and sweet chats and subtle touches. They got closer each night, he was so sure there was something fruity about Steve Harrington but he’d be the last person on earth to ever overstep and ask him or make a move or even hint that he wants Steve back... assuming that Steve wants him at all.

“Munson,” his manager calls to him the second he’s back in the store, “line one on the phone is for you.”

“Oh?” He is so confused, no one’s ever called him at work before.

He makes sure to take the last few bites of his ice cream and clear his mouth before picking up the phone. He takes a deep breath and hits the button for line 1, “hello?”

“Hey,” Steve’s sweet voice was so noticeable to him. “Robin said you stopped by, you okay?” He only asks because they’ve made it a habit of checking up on each other.

Most nights start with the same question, “how was work?” And slowly it becomes them sharing small grievances with the day, things that they loved and things that they wished would happen the next day. Talking to Steve in the refrigerator light was better than writing in any journal, he kept every single thought to himself and made Eddie feel so secure in their blooming friendship.

“Yeah,” he can’t help but smile. “I’m fine I wanted to know if you were coming over to Gareth’s tonight… and Robin said you are.”

“I am, I wouldn’t miss shepherd's pie for the world,” Steve agrees. “You guys got anything planned tonight?”

“Not that I know of, why?”

“I could pick up some movies and all of us could watch them together?” He suggests. “I’d really like to get to know your friends too.”

That makes his heart swell impossibly big, “yeah… I mean, even if the guys don’t want to, I’d still love to watch a movie with you and Robin, or just you? I’m sure grandma Beth won’t mind us using the tv as long as we’re quiet.”

“Yeah,” he can practically hear the blush on his cheeks. “Anything you like?”

You.

“Uh, nothing particular, I’m good for anything,” he covers up his feelings. “But I’ve got to get back to work before my boss yells at me for hogging the ph—

“Yeah no, don’t let me hold you up, I’ll see you later?” Steve cuts him off, worrying immensely.

“That you will, pretty boy. Have a good rest of your shift, I gotta go, ” he drops the nickname and then hangs up the phone so he can’t experience the repercussions of his actions.

Feeling like he just ran a marathon, he has to hold his chest to catch his breath. He feels like a complete fool being down so bad for the ex-king of Hawkins but who could blame him?

“You okay?” His boss notices, “someone die?”

“That would be the worst way to ask if someone did,” Eddie jokes, “but I’m fine… I think I’ve got a date later?”

“Cool,” the older man nodded with approval, lips pressed together in an awkward smile that was hidden mostly by his moustache. “Can you go in the back and tell me exactly how many boxes of bass stings we’ve got left? I sold the last ones on the shelf.”

“Totally, you want me to rest all the shelves and put more on the order sheet?” Eddie asks, knowing the store like the back of his hand.

“You know it, kid,” he points a finger gun and him and heads back towards the cash register, leaving Eddie with his thoughts for the rest of his shift.

—

Eddie gets off work at 6, leaving the closing shift to his boss and rushes back to his trailer to change. He puts on more deodorant and cologne and a nice burgundy shirt, debating on his regular jacket or not, he decided fuck it and wears a black jean jacket instead to match his jeans.

The boys all ask why he’s so dressed up lately and he pretends to not know what they’re talking about. Even Grandma Beth compliments him on looking nice, thinking he had a date later or something…. How the heck did she know everything?

He helps her clean up after dinner, placing the leftovers into different Tupperware containers so he can take them for lunch at work tomorrow and the next day. He’s quiet, normally he talks her ear off while she does the dishes and he dries them for her. She doesn’t ask why, much like Robin in the way she waits for people to come to her when they need something. Be it advice, a hug, or anything.

“Would you be okay with me staying over tonight?”

“What do you think?” She bugs him for asking. “Why don’t you want to go home?”

“If I tell you a secret you’ve gotta promise not to tell anyone? Not even in passing or as a hint or a joke, nothing…” Eddie whispers to her, even though the boys weren't off making out somewhere and not able to hear.

She nods softly and gives him all her attention, “always, sweetie.”

“I really like Steve.”

Her eyes widen but she stays quiet, wanting him to explain more but she also gets it. He’s pretty, of course, Eddie noticed.

“And he wants to watch a movie tonight so I said we could do it here 'cause if I bring him home and Wayne sees him then I’m dead,” he rambled until it all falls out.

“I thought Wayne was okay with you liking boys?”

“He is,” Eddie sighs. “Just as long as the boy isn’t a Harrington.”

“Why?” She can’t imagine why he’d have a problem.

“Something happened between his dad and Wayne at the plant and I don’t know what exactly, and honestly, at this point, I’m afraid to ask,” Eddie explains. “He would murder Dick Harrington with his bare hands if given the chance.”

“Damn,” she looks disappointed, wanting all the hot gossip Eddie normally had for her but getting nothing. “I’m sure it’s not that bad, just work problems and differences in opinion, maybe? Or he didn’t give Wayne a promotion? Or said something about your mom’s cancer?”

Eddie shrugs, “he’s hated Steve’s dad since we moved here, something happened in ‘71 and he’s hated him since.”

He can see the gears turning in her head, trying to think about what happened that year in their little town, “that was the year Dustin, Lucas and Mike were born,” she recalls Eddie’s newest little friends who were already trying to audition for hellfire next year when they started grade 9.

“Yeah,” he agrees, having no clue how she knew that but then again, she asked so many questions when new kids entered her home. She had to make sure they were okay. “But anyway, is it okay if we watch a movie here?” Eddie asks, “we’ll be really quiet, I promise, I just want to spend time with him.”

“Does Robin know?” She asks carefully, “won’t she think it’s weird if she comes down and see you two on the couch?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think he’s told her anything, right now we just meet in the kitchen at midnight and talk for a bit until I head home. He slips out of her room when she falls asleep and she has no idea he’s even gone.”

“Interesting,” she purses her lips. “Just promise me you won’t be having sex on my couch?”

He laughs, shocked and startled a bit, “no, oh my god, beth?”

“What I know Gareth and Jeff are,” she reveals. “It’s why you’re always in here with me, isn’t it?”

He turns pink, unable to lie so he just nods slightly, “but I never said it.”

“As much as I like collecting you kids, I don’t need a great-grandchild,” she reminds him. “They just better be safe.”

“If it makes you feel better they haven’t had sex yet,” he shares honestly, “they just make out like they’re addicted to each other and it’s annoying.”

“You’ll find that,” she can’t help but smile at him, it makes his cheeks heat up bright pink.

They’re talking so long that Steve walks in the door with robin, giggling away with each other as they kick off their shoes and rush up the stairs to her room and the bathroom to change out of their uniforms. They don’t even check the kitchen to see Eddie there, he just watches them move up the stairs and panics.

“I’m going to go to the garage now… thank you for letting me talk,” he places his hand gently on Grandma Beth’s shoulder and she pulls him in for a hug.

Damp hands from the dishes rest on his shoulders as she holds him close. “There’s popcorn in the pantry, have a good time tonight?” She whispers so no one would hear if they entered the kitchen.

“Thank you,” he squeezes her one last time and then let's go, giving her a sweet smile before backing away and heading for the garage.

He tries not to run but he rushes down the hallways because he can hear Steve laughing with Robin up in the hallway as they change. When he reaches the garage door he knocks and opens it barely an inch with his eyes closed, “I’m coming in you better be dressed!”

They both laugh, “you’re fine,” Gareth calls back.

When Eddie walks in, he finds Gareth sitting in Jeff’s lap, lips swollen and pupils blown out in euphoria from each other's touch. “What took you so long?” Jeff asks.

“There were a lot of dishes tonight,” he explains as he takes a seat on the dusty old green couch in the corner. “And I like talking to your grandma, sue me.”

“Nah,” Gareth waves him off and snuggles against Jeff. “I’m glad you’re friends, really. It’s cute.”

“Thanks,” he grumbles, hating that he has to witness the scene unfolding in front of him for a few hours until he’s free to go find Steve in the kitchen. “You two are disgusting, you know that right?”

“Yep,” Jeff doesn’t even give a shit as he kisses Gareth one more time. “This is the only place we can do this.”

“I know,” he whines. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Go get laid then,” Gareth suggests. “Seriously, you’ve been insufferably touch-starved for months, it’s getting annoying for us too.”

“Gee, thanks,” he kicks his legs up onto the seat and stares up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long night until he saw Steve.

—

He thinks he’s taking his time and looking unsuspicious, getting ready for bed ever so slowly as Robin lays in her bed on the bottom bunk, watching him act weird. He’s all but pacing back and forth from the dresser to his bag as he keeps looking at himself in her mirror over her wardrobe.

“Why are you always in a rush to head downstairs?” Robin can practically feel the anxiety radiating off him

“Huh?” He plays dumb but his tomato skin gives it away.

“You sneak out of my room every night and then you come back at 1 or 2 and you are so grumpy when we have to wake up at 10. It’s weird Steve… where are you going in my house?” She asks, revealing just how much she pays attention to him and what he’s getting into.

It’s not something he’s used to.

His parents barely remembered he was living with them, so it was easy to sneak around when they were home. That wouldn’t work with Robin.

“I like to sit in the kitchen completely alone and decompress before bed,” he explains, it’s almost true… if he just said Eddie was there with him then it would be the truth.

“You’re okay though, right?” She worries.

He nods softly, “I just like to be alone for a bit before I go to sleep. I’m really used to being alone.”

“Okay,” she lets out a sigh of relief. “Well, you don’t have to wait for me to go to sleep, you can go downstairs whenever you please… do you ever run into Eddie down there?”

He nods, “he’s always eating.”

She laughs but then gets frustrated, “I know! I go down for a snack sometimes and he’s eaten everything already! He better not eat my rainbow brownies in the cupboard, can you make sure he doesn’t?”

He just nods, not sharing that it's exactly why he brought home Ice cream for Eddie and extremely glad that she didn’t suspect that they hung out together every night that he slept over… and even a few nights where he didn’t and Eddie walked him to his car and followed him down the street in his van until they turned opposite ways and went to their respective homes. It was nice, he felt like Eddie really liked him and wanted to make sure he was safe and cared for.

“I’m gonna go…”

“Okay, just be quiet when you come back in,” she’s fine with it, pulling her blankets up and grabbing a book, it was barely midnight.

“Okay,” he agrees, but he says it more because he wants to feel okay himself. He takes another look in the mirror and then he heads out of her room, closing the door quietly behind himself.

He rushes down the stairs and turns into the kitchen to see absolutely no one in there. “Oh…” he feels his heart drop, wondering if Eddie forgot or if he’s not coming at all now that they’ve actually planned it all out.

Now that it felt real.

—

Eddie accidentally falls asleep on the couch waiting for midnight to roll around. It takes a shove from Jeff for him to wake up. He stares at him like he’s terrified, eyes wide and hands gripped into fists, ready to swing.

“You were snoring,” Jeff explains. “Go home or go sleep in the living room.”

“Ugh,” he groans as he sits up and rubs his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Quarter after midnight,” Gareth explains from the other side of the room, cleaning off his bed so that he and Jeff can head to sleep soon.

“Fuck,” he stands quickly and grabs his things, “shit…”

“What’s so important that you’re missing?” Jeff teases, “your hand expect you home at a certain time?”

“Fuck off,” Eddie doesn’t have time for it. “I have a date with Beth's leftovers and then my bed, if you must know.”

“Sure,” Gareth teases.

With all his things in his hands, he rushes to the door, “bye! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya!” They call back.

Eddie rushes to the kitchen, it’s empty, and his heart drops.

He missed it, Steve was tired of waiting, he fucked everything up like he always does. Smacking himself in the forehead, he’s pissed at himself. “You fucking idiot.”

“Eddie?” He hears Steve from the other room so he follows his voice, meeting him halfway. “Hi…”

“I didn’t forget,” he rushes out his thoughts as he lunges for Steve, holding his arms in his hands. “I fell asleep on the couch in the garage, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Steve manages to laugh but then stops still, reaching out to pick the sand out of eddies eyelashes. He closes his eyes so he doesn’t get poked, “you’ve got sleep in your eyes…”

“Thanks,” Eddie smiles at him every so softly. “Can we still watch something?”

He nods, “if you want? Or we can just sit and talk? Or if you’re tired you can go home?”

“No, no, I want to stay here with you,” he assures Steve. “Come sit,” he drags him back over to the couch and sits, Steve beside him, thighs touching… he almost sat down on him and then he moves away.

Steve sits with his back against the armrest and one leg tucked under himself so that he can face Eddie. With his arm resting on the back of the seat, he looks so hot just sitting there with the moonlight shining through the window behind the couch. It makes one side of him blue, but the lamp light in the room turns the rest of him orange, he looks godly.

“How was work today?” Eddie finally asks.

“Good,” he smiles. “I did the order, but you know that… and I brought home some tiger tale for you so you won’t eat all of Robin's brownies in the pantry.”

“You’re too kind, Harrington,” Eddie smiles back. “Did you get any for yourself?”

He shakes his head, “I’ve lost my love for ice cream, unfortunately.”

“What?” Eddie can’t believe it. “Come on, there’s no way you’re sick of it already, it’s only been a few weeks?”

“When you’re around something all the time, you grow tired of it,” he explains. “Like a bad marriage.”

“You tryin’ to tell me something?” Eddie teases, glaring at him playfully. “I don’t wanna be a home wrecker.”

“I’m not married,” he laughs, reaching forward and smacking Eddie’s arm.

Eddie grabs his hand and pulls him in close. Steve, in a moment of confidence, sits in Eddie’s lap, facing him, knees on either side of his hips resting on the couch cushion while he stares Eddie down, hoping this is okay and only asking with his eyes.

“Well, then I guess I shouldn’t feel bad for liking you this much,” Eddie whispers, tucking a strand of Steve’s hair behind his ear and resting his hand on her cheek. “Who knows… maybe we could find a better treat together.”

“One without the freezer burns,” he smiles. “Something warm and cozy and nice… like you.”

“You think I’m nice?” Eddie cups both his cheeks this time, smiling impossibly wide.

Steve giggles, “yeah? You are… I wish I was always nice to you too. I wish I was friends with you instead of Tommy. I wish everything was different.”

“Hey,” he caresses Steve's cheek with his thumb, “you’ve got me now.”

“do I?” Steve looks terrified. “How? How does this work? What do I call it? Why does it feel so fucking scary?”

Eddie shrugs, “I don't have the answers. And you don't need to have them either. We can just be… it’s really easy to pretend things are fine.”

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” he whispers, breaking down. “I was so sure of so many things and then a few years ago it all came tumbling down and I can’t rebuild any of it. I’m surrounded in rubble, eds.”

“Come here,” he pulls Steve into his chest, rubbing his back with strong hands as he cuddles into his neck and settles against him. “You can tell me about it, about what happened?”

“I don’t know how,” he whispers, sniffling slightly. “I—I just… I know I like you, I know it’s not like how I thought I was crushing on Robin when I really just wanted to be her friend or how actually being friends with Tommy meant sleepovers and drunk kisses and weird possessiveness… I like you, okay? But— but—

“You don’t know how,” Eddie gets it. “Thats normal. Valid even.”

Steve holds him a bit tighter, “don’t take it the wrong way. Please? Don’t get weird about it, either.”

“I won’t,” he smiles softly, turning his head to the side to rest his cheek on Steve’s head. “You can come to me for advice, for silence, for company, solace… cuddles, kisses, friendship, more… I’m here.”

“And when you’re not I know where to find you.”

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