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bandgie · 10 months

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Beast of a Man

Smut!Tarzan

Synopsis: You were on an expedition with a team to investigate ape behavior. After setting off a booby-trap accidentally, it's not your team that finds you, but an ape-like man. Is he the missing link anthropologists have been looking for? You need to take him back to camp, and you're thinking of luring him in by more than one way.

A/N: I dont give a fuck if this movie is older than me this man is HOT no one talks about him and im SICK of it.

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You take a deep breath through your nose and exhale through your mouth. You were growing irritated. You were somewhere in West Africa sweating your balls off (if you had any) trying to follow where the shrewdness of apes went. They had a tendency to relocate to avoid predators, and they happened to the night you slept in.

You didn't bother asking your team to help you look. You all have been up doing your notes for your dissertation and you decided that they deserved some shut eye. You were tempted to ask the person who was guiding you through the jungles, but the language barrier made you decide not to. Too much work, but the apes couldn't have gone far right?

Since it was blazing, you decided to wear some white shorts and a tan button up shirt completed with a safari hat on top. You made sure your bag was packed with snacks and water before leaving. Of course, you also brought your hunting knife. You prayed it wouldn't be necessary to use, but being out in the open made you a prey to all sorts of things.

You started your journey, keeping close to the trail you were familiar with. You started East since that's where the sun rises, praying that they would be there. You weren't sure how long you walking for until you finally found a piece of ape hair. You gasp excitedly and bent down to grab it, you were getting close.

You wiped the sweat from your forearms and continued forward with new resolution. You were going to find the nest and since it's still early afternoon, you might even be able to see-

"Ahh!" you screamed. Something tightened around your foot and you went up in the air upside, hitting your head on the ground in the process. A pained groan left your lips as you opened your eyes. You were hanging upside down by one of your ankles.

"Aw shit..." you cursed, looking up to see your foot tangled in...vine? Your eyebrows furrowed, wouldn't it have been better to use rope? Maybe your team put this here as a trap, or maybe it was the locals to catch some animals. You felt stupid as you reached upwards to grab your foot and get yourself loose.

Which was much harder than you initially thought. It was too far for you too reach and when you did manage to grasp your ankle, pain would surge from your lower back to your neck as you continued to awkwardly bend your body. Your head was pounding, blood drumming your ears before you finally gave up. They'll find you, you just have to be patient.

"HELP!" You yelled, voice echoing in the trees. You started calling your team by names, then last names. You felt your eyes water in frustration, thinking about how stupid you were to travel alone.

Granted you couldn't be that far from the trail, maybe 6 miles. But you don't know how much longer you could stand being upside down. Then it hit you, your knife! A sound of relief escaped you as your reached behind your back to grab your knife. Only your bag wasn't there. It must've flown off when you were thrusted into the air because it was 20 feet away from you on the ground.

Now you were going to really cry. No, that won't help, you think, I just need to keep yelling, but should you? Here you are alone in the jungle, making all these noises. What if you attract a predator. The thought makes you stop.

You take deep breaths as a way to keep your cool. You'll be fine, they'll find you, you just need to wa- a crunch distracts your thoughts. Your eyes try to find from where the sound came from, turning your head frantically around.

"Hello?" You call, gentle. You're not sure if it's your people, but from the lack of response you doubt it is. The crunching gets faster and louder, you hold your breath in and prepare for an animals to jump our and devour you.

Instead, a man emerges from bushes, a naked man. Almost naked, save for the piece of cloth that wraps around his waist. You narrow your eyes, unable to comprehend what you're seeing. He doesn't look like he natives that live here. The main thing to give it away is the way he walks, or more like knuckle-walking. He scoots closer to your, eyes intensely staring at you. He quadrupedaly walks to you, and you scream.

He wildly moves back, hooting as a response. You thrash around, fear bubbling in your stomach. "No! Fuck off! Go away!"

He knuckle-walks around you, inspecting to see if you're an actual threat. You're not of course, you're tied and on the verge of fainting from being upside for so long. It doesn't take long for the ape-man to realize it and come within 3 inches of your face. You stop moving and stare into his eyes. He's actually... beautiful. Looking past the dirt on his body and his tangled hair, he had a strong jaw and a large nose with a bump at the bridge. He had high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and deep eyes. Not to mention he was staring at you in the same way, only 100x more intense. He was looking at you like you're the only woman he's ever seen, maybe the only person he's ever seen period.

His hand reaches to touch your face, his fingers gently play with your features. Starting with the nose, eyes, eyelashes, ears, then your lips. He touches his own afterwards as if comparing them. He grunts to himself as if he's talking outloud.

His hands get more explosive, moving to your neck. His hands keep traveling until they feel your breasts, he stops. He feels his own chest and a look of confusion crosses his face. When he goes back to feel your body, you thrash.

"No!"

Your stern voice makes him take a step back, but he knows you're not a real threat. He moves back to his original place and touches your top, playing with the buttons. Sweat starts to drips off your neck to the ground, you don't know how much longer you can stand this position.

His hands discover that you can unbutton these little circles, and that's exactly was he does. He doesn't even notice the bra that holds your tits, his focus completely on the shirt. When he does, his hands take no shame in touching some more.

His touch is so gentle that you instinctively puff your chest closer to him. His fingertips travel from one breast to the other, not knowing your bra can also come off.

Wait, why are you thinking about him taking off your bra? You don't know this man, if he even is a man. But the way he touches you is addicting. You love the softness of it, how he touches you as if you're the most fragile thing on this Earth.

You gently use your hands to grasp his, he jumps at the contact and look back at your eyes. You guide him to the inside of your bra, having your tits spill out. His eyes widen is surprise, as if he's never seen such a complicated contraption. He looks at his chest quickly and back at yours. He starts grabbing them and kneading them, enjoying the softness you have.

He grunts in what seems like approval. He sees you nipples harden from his touches and he pinches them. You moan in response, though you think you're just groaning from pain. You're going to blame your behavior on the lack of blood supply in your brain, but right now the dampness in your underwear is more important.

You use your hands to take off the rest of your shirt and bra, completely topless to him. This man was so entranced by your body that you have to use your hands to make him look at your face. You point to the vine that has you hostage.

"Help me down, and I'll help you," you don't even know if he can understand you, but he must because he climbs a nearby tree and loosens the knot. You fall with a thud and groan, finally feeling the extra blood leave your head.

The man climbs on top of you and looks into your eyes as if he's asking something. You nod, already knowing what he wants. You guide the back of his head back to your tits and he gratefully pops a nipple in his mouth. His hands are on either side of you, possessively keeping you under him. Your hands tangle in his hair and he continues to suck.

You hum and squeeze your legs together, wetness gathering between your legs. He releases your boob with the small pop! and goes to the other side, letting his tongue roll over your nipple. You use your hand to grab his, placing it on your other boob. He gets the message and starts massaging your boob while keeping the other in his mouth.

You moan and grind your body against his, trying to get some friction. The need in your pussy is almost unbearable, you want it to to touched, paid attention to, but you hold back. You don't want to make a decision you would regret, but you're not sure if anything you're doing is helping with that.

He suddenly stops, a whine leaving your lips when he does. He closes his eyes and inhales, looking all over your body. His smells different parts of your body, shoving his nose between your breasts.

"What?" You ask, suddenly self-conscious. The beast of a man travels down you stomach, down your navel, occasionally sticking his tongue out to taste you. Then he stops at your shorts, eyes looking into yours.

He puts his attention back onto your clothes, attempting to take them off himself. He sees the familiar button on the top of your shorts and decides he should start there. You're amazed at his intelligence. He may not be verbal, but he has amazing innovative and cognitive ability.

Your thoughts are pulled away as he manages to do the same to your shorts. He tugs them all the way down to you ankles and stares at the spot he's been aching to devour. You know you must not have the best taste considering how much you were sweating but 30 minutes prior, but this man couldn't care less. He leaned down to your core and took a deep breath, groaning as he did. His hands gripped your thighs and he squeezed them. You whimpered at his touch, opening your legs to give him better access to your pussy.

You were soaking, you could feel you essence dripping down to your body and the way you're underwear felt cold against the wind. The ape-man went it, licking your wetness and widening your legs even more. He bent your legs forwards, folding your back so you knees were almost touching your face.

You squealed at the movement never being in this position. It was pretty uncomfortable, but the way his hands held your legs by your under thighs made your stomach coil in anticipation. He used his tongue more than anything, not knowing that he could so much more.

He used his muscle to collect the remaining drool your pussy produced, trying to find the source. He was beginning to get irritated, but little did he know that your underwear was covering his desire. A part of you loved watching him struggle, but the need for him directly on you was stronger. You reached your arms around your hips and moved your underwear to the side, using your thumb to rub yourself in circles.

You tapped your pussy, making sure it made wet noises to get his attention. "Here, do it here."

The man stopped for a second, bewitched by the sight of your dripping folds and pulsing pussy. He had never seen anything like it, like a rare cuisine he was lucky enough to stumble upon. He experimentally stuck his tongue out to taste you. You hummed in satisfaction and used your fingers to spread yourself. He let your taste settle on his tastebuds, licking his lips hungrily as he decided that this was the best meal he was ever going to have.

He pushed your legs further back and buried his face into you. You moaned as his tongue shot out all over your pussy, smearing both of you juices all around. The ape man moved his face up and down against you, his large nose occasionally touching the bud of your clit.

You squirmed when he did and he noticed your behavior. He moved his tongue up to flick your bundle of nerves and you jolted. An intrigued smile found his lips as he continued his movements. It was too much, you were too sensitive and you instinctively yanked on his hair to pull him away.

You moaned in relief, but the man above you was anything but. He grabbed your hands held them down to your sides, using his chest and face to keep you in your bent position. As if to show you that he wasn't happy with your action, he ate you out brutally. He used his teeth to gently scape against your clitoris, a move he shortly found out gave him the best response.

"No no it's too much! Stop im sorry im sorry!" You cry. You pleas fell on deaf ears. He sucked hard on your bud, stretching it as he pulled away. A loud cry left out lips and he finally stopped to look at you. Your legs were shaking, sweat all over your body, back aching, and tears falling.

He gently let your legs fall so you were flat on the ground. A small sob and thank you left you as your legs closed together. The man closely looked at your face and licked your tears away, an apology. His hands soothingly went through your hair with a look of slight worry on his face.

He had such an intense gaze, you thought he would kiss you if he knew how. You sat up and put your hands on his chest, having him lay on the ground this time. Your eyes found the tent that formed in his patch of cloth. You smiled and had your hands explore his chest. He eyes you warily, not used to being under anyone or anything.

A devious smile played on your lips as you leaned down and kissed his ear, "My turn."

You sat back up and scooted down so you could place yourself between his legs, eagerly lifting off his little wrap so you could see his glory. Your eyes widened at his cock. He was so thick, veins wrapping around his length. The tip was a pretty pink, a sharp contrast to his tanned dick. You felt you mouth salivate at him and you leaned down to place a kiss on his tip.

He groaned, thrusting his hips up to feel you more. You playfully tsked and shook your head, "So impatient."

You got on all fours to be face-to-face with him, hands playing his thighs. You kissed over his pelvis, his bush, his inner thighs, anywhere besides the one place where he wanted you most. His hands went outwards besides him to grasp onto the ground beneath him. You could tell from the way he was straining and groaning, he was holding back from grasping your head. You blushed at his consideration, he's kind of a gentleman.

You decide to thank him by finally taking him into your mouth, making sure your tongue covers his slit and slowly bobbing your head up and down. He thanks you by whining, a sound that's going to forever imprint in your brain. You use one hand to keep on his stomach and the other to wrap around his shaft. You worked in one fluid motion, tasting his salty pre-cum and feeling you spit dribble out of your mouth onto your hand.

You really wanted to test your limits to see how far you could take him, but know with his girth that would be difficult. You still decided to try anyway, moving your hand to play with his balls and pulling your mouth out. He huffed in protest and looked up at you, eyes hazy.

You made sure to gather enough spit and drool over his cock. You relaxed your jaw and went back in. You took a deep breath through your nose and keep sliding down. You gagged when his tip hit you throat, but he still more than halfway to go. You closed your eyes and willed your head forward, mouth opening almost painfully.

Your pussy throbbed in excitement, imagining that it was getting stretched out instead of your mouth. The man beneath you broke, hands grasping the sides of your head and shoving you down. You violently gagged around him, eyes pooling with tears. Your nose tickled his bushy pelvis. You looked up at him to plead to let you go, but seeing your begging eyes and cock covered mouth did the opposite to him. He used your mouth as a cock sleeve, harshly dragging your lips up and down his length.

Your hands gripped his thighs, he was going so hard and fast you started thinking you were going to throw up. You eyes rolled to the back of your head you felt your pussy drip down your thighs. You've never been used by this, and you never wanted it to stop. You could probably just cum from giving him head, but your need for air was starting to get the better of you.

It took both of your hands to rip away one of his before you finally popped your mouth off his dick, gasping and coughing for air. The ape-man sat up, finally recognizing that you were on the verge of passing out. He brushed the air out your face and cradled your face into his hands. He watched as you steadied your breath, holding you close to him.

Never had a man treated you with such care and such disregard at the same time, it went straight to your aching core. You adjusted so you were straddling his lap, hands gripping his shoulders. He wasn't sure what you were doing, but when he felt your folds grind against his cock he knew what you wanted.

You grabbed the base of cock, moved your underwear to the side, and smeared hit tip over your clit. Both of you hummed in unison, his grip tightening on your hips. You moved your legs so you were in a squatting position, preparing yourself to take him in.

He patiently waited as you dipped the tip of dick cock into your pussy, shivers enveloping your body. His face twisted in unfamiliar pleasure, teeth gritting. You put more of your weight on him, sinking more and more onto his cock before you finally felt him fully in your gut. Your eyes rolled back placed your head in the crook of his neck breathless. Once you adjusted, you softly bounced on him, feeling his teeth and tongue get a feel of you exposed neck and ear. He growled approvingly once you started moving more aggressively.

One of his large hands went into your scalp, yanking your hair back to bare your throat at him. A part of you grew scared, but the way he was drooling out of the corner of his lip made you bounce with more determination. He bit the base of your throat making you cry out, then licked it apologetically. He didn't know that his nips at your neck distracted you, so when you slowed your movements down he grew upset. Taking matter into his own hands, he grabbed your ass and slammed you down hard.

You yelped, picking your head up as you looked into his eyes. He has a certain glaze over his eyes, as if he wasn't really looking at you. You leaned back to show a better view of where your bodies connected, his eyes immediately went there.

This must've been some encouragement for him because he started thrusting upwards too. The pleasure was too much, twisting your gut and providing a fiery sensation in your stomach. You whimpered and wrapped your arms around his neck for better support. You let him abuse your pussy, not caring about how he ripped your underwear off to properly see himself pound into you.

"Fuuuuuck," you moaned, "you feel so good." He had no reaction to your words, but you didn't care. He was going to bruise your hips form how hard he was holding you, but you were so close to finishing that none of that mattered.

You used one of your hands to rub your clit, attempting to finish faster. Your whines got louder and more frequent, he did the same. You tried not being loud, but you almost screamed when you came. He felt the way your walls squeezed around him and how your juices flowed out. He watched as your body nearly went limp, putting all your weight against him.

He took his opportunity to slam his cock all the way down into you until you could feel him kiss your cervix. You don't know if the noises you were making could count as moaning, but he frankly couldn't give less of a shit.

Finally, you felt the sweet warmth of his orgasm filling you up. You squeezed around him again and he moaned, wrapping his arms around your torso to make sure you didn't move from him. He couldn't stop leaking inside you as you felt some of it dribble out and possible drip down his balls.

You could tell he didn't want to pull out, satisfied with letting his cock soften between your legs. The thought to let it happen was tempting, but you already let a strange man fuck and cum inside you. There had to be some morals left.

You lifted your head up from his neck and pushed away from him. He huffed in defiance, content with his current position. You untangled yourself form him and wobbled upwards, standing. He slowly got up and looked around as if he was looking for something. Then he crawled over to your torn underwear, grabbing and putting it up to his face. You laughed as he took a deep breath, inhaling your scent like he couldn't get enough.

Once you had your top on, you walked over to him and stuck your hand out for him to give it back. Rather than obeying he growled, not threateningly, but rather in resistance. You sighed and decided going comando would be your only option.

Then an idea popped into you mind. It would be such a waste to leave a man here who seemed to listen to almost your every word. Who you could mold into the perfect fuck. Plus, you needed to study apes anyway and he seemed like the perfect willing participant.

You squatted down to his level and gently ran your fingers through his long, tangled hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. Oh yeah, you think, a perfect candidate.

You gently tapped the underwear in his hands and his eyes shot back open into yours. "Ya know," you started, "I have more of those back at camp. Wanna see?"

a/n: part 2 here

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drudyslut · 5 months

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i wanna requesttt!!

so maybe reader and jj r studying and he cant focus so reader thinks of a way to get him to focus and decides to cockwarm him🫣 everytime jj gets a question right reader rolls her hips until jj gets fustrated and flips reader over to finish wha she started🫠 (just an idea you dont have to follow through<33)

warnings: cock warming, unprotected sex, reader is a tease.

this was so hot, thank you thank you for the request omfg 😩

“this is fucking stupid” jj groans, tossing his head down onto the desk.

you sigh, standing from your bed and walking to place a hand on jj’s upper back, “j, we have to study, this test is worth ten percent of your grade..”

jj turns in his desk chair, his hands finding your waist instantly. you feel chills run through your body when he tightly squeezes at your hips.

“i know baby, but i can’t focus. my mind is on.. other things” jj runs his hands down your hips, placing them on your ass and jiggling the fatty flesh.

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, an amused smirk played across your lips.

you sit yourself on his lap, your fingers running through his hair, tugging softly at the blond locks as you lean your lips down to his ear, teeth nipping softly at the skin.

“i think i might know how to help you focus baby”

jj’s cock grows hard, his thick length pressing into your ass.

“oh yeah? and how might that be?”

you quickly stand, sliding your shorts and panties down your legs and kicking them across your bedroom floor. jj’s eyes go wide, his hands flying to your bare pussy, fingers lightly grazing your clit before you push them away.

“ah ah, no. you can’t touch. i’ll sit on your cock while we study, but you have to focus, anytime you get a question right, i’ll roll my hips a little, get a question wrong, well, i don’t move. once we finish studying, you can fuck me”

jj grins, quickly standing from his chair and pulling his sweatpants down his legs. jj grabs his books and rushes to the bed, pulling his underwear off before sitting and patting at his lap.

“come sit baby, we have a test to study for”

you quickly oblige, rushing to him and sitting yourself on his lap. you grind your bare cunt against jj’s throbbing length, getting it nice and wet with your arousal before you grasp it and begin teasing the head at your entrance.

you sink yourself down onto him, a low groan falling from his lips when you do. he unconsciously bucks his hips up, his swollen head lightly hitting at your g-spot and pulling a whine from you.

“j- fuck- jj no, focus”

you hear jj groan, but ultimately he agrees. he grabs his textbook off of your bed, placing it in your hands so you could begin asking him test questions.

“the basic elements of the supply chain include what?”

jj snaps his fingers, a wide grin growing on his face. “easy, supply, manufacture and distribution”

you smirk. “correct”

you slowly roll your hips over his length, feeling him twitch inside you before you stop.

“don’t get too excited we have a lot more to go baby”

jj groans as you clear your throat, “next question: what is a company’s strategic plan?”

“uhhh, outlining new products for the next year?”

you tsk, “nope, sorry baby, it’s a statement of goals and objectives for a long-range period”

“fuck, i knew that” jj sighs, his lip jutted out in a pout at the lack of movement from you.

“it’s okay, next question…”

you and jj continue this cycle for almost an hour, jj finally beginning to get all the questions correct, his need for reward strong.

you’re mid sentence on a question when you hear jj groan, “fuck this, i need you now”

“jj-“ you begin, but your words are replaced by a squeal when jj grabs the book from your hands and tosses it to the floor. he quickly flips you onto your back, running his hands up your shirt and cupping your breasts tightly between them.

“i was good, i answered as many questions as i could, but i need to fucking feel more of you, this ‘cock warming’ shit isn’t cutting it” jj grunts out, his hips pounding harshly into yours as his fingers pinch and pull at your hardened nipples.

you whine loudly, arching your back off the mattress, your hips bucking up and matching his thrusts. “fuck fuck, jj, so fucking good”

“yeah? you like how my cock feels buried inside you? do you think i should let you cum after you teased me for almost an entire fucking hour? hmm? do you think you deserve that baby? sitting this warm, soaked pussy on my cock but not giving me what i need?”

you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out except for moans and whimpers, jj’s cock repeatedly hitting at your g-spot, pushing you closer to the edge.

jj digs his fingers into your sides, the cold metal of his rings surely bruising the skin. you hear him grunt out a few curse words as his thrusts grow sloppier.

“tell me, do you deserve to fucking cum? i don’t think you do”

you begin whimpering, your release so close you could feel it. “p-please let me cum, j! i-i promise to be good, won’t tease you like that ever- shit- won’t tease you ever again”

jj begins licking and sucking on your neck, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches inside you, the hot ropes of his cum filling you up.

“fuck! cum for me baby” jj grunts out, his hips stuttering to a still as he comes down from his high.

his words were all it took, your toes curling and a pornographic moan escaping you as your release bursts from you.

jj falls limp on top of you, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to calm his breathing.

“fuck, that was..”

you cut him off, finishing his sentence, “.. fucking amazing. i need to get you frustrated more often”

jj rolls off of you, pulling his sweatpants back up his legs and grabbing his book off the floor, “yeah, maybe you do. now let’s get back to this, worth ten percent of my grade right?”

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elliesdirtywifebeater · 9 months

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Desperate

pairing: seattle!abby x immune!reader

CW: oral (r!receiving), degrading, cursing, dom!abby, sub!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, fingering, prasing, face riding, description of readers injury.

summary: you and abby encountered an ambush of infected during a patrol, and on your way to safety a runner forced you into hand to hand combat. In the heat of the turmoil you were met with a pretty nasty scratch on your abdomen. once you and abby reached a safe space she patched you up, but so much more happened than what you planned.

a/n: this is my first smut story in like 3 years so i apologize if it isnt that good😭

"fuck that was close" abby mumbled out of breath

"no fucking shit, i almost died" you huffed out as abby sat you down on a couch you guys finally found on the far end of the desolated library.

"yeah well you fucking didnt." she replied with an insolent tone that made you scoff.

"dont act like it wasnt partially your fault, if you knew where we were going this wouldnt have happened. youre so lucky i wasnt anyone else." you mumbled the last bit as you gave her a glance through your eyelashes.

Her only response was a slight mean mug.

"dont make me wipe that stupid look off your fucking face anderson."

"whatever y/n. lets just clean you up so we can get back to base."

Abby reached into her bag grabbing rags, alcohol and tape. "dont move. unless you wanna make this harder for the both of us." she stated and followed along with a smart remark "like you do any other time"

Abby kneeled down infront of you lifting your shirt up revealing a 3 inch long slight gash on your lower abdomen, with it still bleeding abby soaked a rag in alcohol and gently placed it on top of your wound.

you let out a hiss and grip abbys arm, she jolted slightly from the unexpected contact.

sunlight slowly made itself known in the library as it shone through the windows, shining down onto abby with beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Her skin had a subtle tan making her freckles look perfect, her single braid lose and messy as a few strands fell in her face.

the way your admiring her features you completely zoned out, not even feeling the pain of the pressure that was being applied to your aching stomach.

her sweaty rosey skin turned you on, her gentle yet heavy touch as she patched you up, being nothing but mear inches away from her fired you up as you feel your core heating up. just looking at her could have you finish right then and there. hurt or not all you wanted in the moment was her all over you.

as you catch yourself slipping your bottom lip between your teeth you snap out of this trance you trapped yourself in.

"fuck." you mumbled, which earned a mild concerned look from abby. "am i being too rough?" she whispered and looked up at you.

shaking your head you lightly grip your thigh digging your nails into yourself to try and fight away the disgusting thoughts you were creating.

it didnt go unnoticed as she grabbed your hand to remove it "tell me the truth y/n whats goin on with you" she tilted her head to the side slightly awaiting your reply

your eyes meet hers and all you can give in response is a longing gaze that lied within you.

abby rested her hands on your upper thigh which made your breath hitch "abby.." you spoke quiet enough for just the both of you to hear.

"aw y/n... am i making you nervous?" she questioned as her grip grew slightly stronger, causing your face to flush into a deep red.

she inched closer, mocking you as a cheap grin grew on her lips that you desired more than life itself. the things she could do to you with her mouth alone drove you absolutely insane.

you tripped over your own words before being able to speak, "n-no of course not."

the feeling she gave you was something you never felt before, you squirmed in the spot you sat in letting a small subtle whimper escape your mouth.

abbys hands began wandering your figure as she questioned you once more "why dont you use your pretty little mouth to tell me what you really want hm?"

your lips parted as you make an attempt to leave your shocked daze "abby.. please.." you say leaning forward.

abby stood up to hover over you, resting her hand on the back of the couch. she used her other to push a few fly aways behind your ear, then slowly brushing her thumb across your bottom lip.

you heart is racing and its obvious by the way your breathing picks up and how you grip the couch on either sides of you.

"youre so pathetic. already a mess and ive barely touched you." she had an alluring tone to her voice that youve never heard before.

your clit a throbbing mess, you slowly reach down your pants and towards your slit.

abby removed your hand, holding both of your wrist behind your head she shook her head softly. "be a good girl for me and tell me how bad you wanna be touched." she spoke with barely any space between our faces.

"please abby please touch me, i wanna feel good." you whimper out and seconds later you feel her lips crash against yours as if shes been craving this just as long as you have.

abby licks your bottom lip, you allow her to deepen the kiss, soft moans fill up the vacant library.

abby freed one of her hands pulling out of the kiss and grabbed your jaw. "such a fucking whore" she grumbled.

you watched her every move as she sat down next to you. "stand up for me" she stated, and you did just as she said. she sat back and examined you, bitting her lip she sat up and gently grabbed your hips "fuck your beautiful."

you rest your hands on abbys shoulders as she brought you closer.

looking down you notice abby undoing your pants as she began to pull them down. a nervous feeling develops in your stomach.

"abby.." you began to speak and abby looked up at you stopping what she was previously doing "do you want me to stop? " she asked.

"be gentle." you stated before abby continued and commented "i cant make any promises"

as abby slid your panties you looked up to hide the embarrassment in your face. you shivered at the touch of her cold fingers graze your entrance.

"youre already so wet for me baby" her thumb drew circles around your swole clit earning soft moans from you.

you grab a handful of abbys hair as her movements grew quicker "fuck anderson" you managed to spew out between moans.

your body tenses and your legs become weaker by the second as your about to finish. abby notices and pulls her hand away from your heat, you moan out but not from pleasure.

you look down at her annoyed, she meets your gaze as she lays down pulling you on top of her. "ride my face." she demanded.

a wave of shock took over your body as you sat there staring down at the blonde "w-what?" you asked.

"dont act dumb, you heard me pretty." she replied with a menacing smirk on her lips.

"but what if-" she cut you off "dont give me any excuses. just do it." abby demanded once more and you obliged.

you move yourself up abbys frame, hovering over her face with your legs wide open you couldnt believe what was going on.

you take a deep breath but it was then cut off as abby grasped your hips bringing you down onto her wanting mouth.

a loud moan left your body as abbys tongue went to town on your already throbbing cunt. trusting her tongue at a mild pace, her nose rubbing against your clit with every movement she made drove you off the edge.

you began rocking your hips in an attempt to match her rhythm. your walls began to tighten as for a second time you were reaching your climax.

the grip your thighs had around abby had grew stronger. reaching forward you rested your hand on the arm of the couch for support.

"a-abby m'gonna.." your words trailed off as an orgasm took over your body. moaning abbys name back to back as your orgasm softened.

abby swallowing every bit of you cause even more stimulation making your back arch "f-fuck thats enough" you whined out, but abby wasnt finished. she was starving, she wanted to taste you until you were in tears.

she slightly lifted you off her lips as she spoke "im not finished pretty, now why dont you wanna be a good little girl for me and take it." she had a darkness to her voice that gave you goosebumps.

without warning she slamed you down back onto her face and resumed the rapid movements she had moments ago.

your eyes slam shut down as an overwhelming feeling took over your body, your legs twitched and your breathing was heavy.

you threw your head back from all the pleasure, barely being able to get a moan out you were about to cum for a second time.

as your climax hit you were mumbling nonsense, abby was still moving swallowing you. she licked you clean, she needed every drop of you.

tapping your legs she signals you to get up and you do just that, she sat up licking her lips and gave you a look as she leaned over.

"you have no ides how long ive been waiting to do that." she whispered and you tilted your head and let a small smile creep up on your face. "yeah?" you replied.

"yeah." she spoke as she pushed hair behind your ear and placed her hand on the side of your face.

your heart was racing as she pulled you into a deep kiss.

guiding you down she hovered over you using her free hand to reach up your shirt and lightly pinch your nipples causing you to whimper in the kiss.

her cold skin against yours gave you a whole new feeling. you both pull away for air as abby spoke, "god you're amazing" she said quietly.

"i feel amazing." you replied.

you both jumped as you heard someone come in, you quickly stood up and threw on your underwear, pants and shoes in a panic. "shitshitshit why now" you mumbled annoyed.

you sat down as you finished, only for you two to be met with an equally annoyed owen. "where the hell have you two been???" he questioned, but didnt get a reply from either of you "yall should have been back 15 minutes ago what the hell" he stated.

you parted your lips to explain but he cut you off "i dont wanna hear your excuses just bring your asses" he said walking back towards the entrance.

you find yourself letting go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding as abby stood up in front of you. "jesus we've had one too many close calls today" she said with a small laugh. rolling your eyes and turning your head away abby grabs your chin forcing you to meet her gaze.

"i want you to come over later." she whispered, scared of owen hearing. you nod and she gives you a deep kiss in which you reciprocate.

abby pulls away and grabs her bag before jogging to the entrance to meet with owen.

you stand there not knowing how to comprehend what the hell just happened. all you know is that it's the best thing that's ever happened to you.

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bkaulitzz · 4 months

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𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

more on my wattpad b_kaulitzz :)

TW: a UNSETTLING PICTURE IS UNDER THIS, kinda ish it depends on if u find it scary, IM NOT GONNA MENTION ANY TW THO BC I DONT WANNA SPOIL BUT THIS IS A HORROR

** NOTE - I DONT CONDONE THIS AND I KNOW REAL BILL WOULD NEVER DO ANY OF THIS, THIS IS JUST FICTION

info: fem x bill, u go to visit bill for dinner

I curled the fingers of my right hand, running each finger over the knitting of the itchy sweater. His apartment door stood still as it stared back at me. Weird...he should be home. I reached back for my flip phone, flipping it open.

—

BILL <3

Me - 10:43 PM

"hey babe, wya?"

BILL <3 - 10:45 PM

"im soso sorry ml ^^, i was working on the stew"

Me - 10:45 PM

"stew?"

BILL <3 - 10:46 PM

"yes, beef stew :)"

Me - 10:46 PM

"i'm only staying for a bit tho"

BILL <3 - 10:47 PM

"just eat a small bite at least"

—

Before I could respond, cold air hit me as Bill swung the door open. I flipped my phone closed, looking up at him as he leaned against the doorframe. The smell of onion and spices filled my nose as I stared at him. He gave me a small smile as his eyes were hooded, coated in messy eyeshadow. I always love how much time he would spend on his looks just for me.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" He asked, the wrinkles of his formfitting t-shirt flattening out as he stood up.

"Oh- I-" I winced, feeling him grab my wrist gently. He furrowed his brows, watching me pull away to rub my wrist through the fabric.

"You okay?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"Yea...just let me in, " I cleared my throat, looking away from my wrist and back at him. He chewed the inside of his cheek, looking down at me for a few seconds before moving aside.

"Just sit at the table, I'll bring the stew out, " He said, turning around to make his way to the kitchen. I took steps into his apartment, balancing on one foot as I closed the door, taking off one of my boots at the same time. The zipper pressed into my skin harshly as I tried to pull it down, causing me to slide down to my butt. This stupid zipper always does the same thing every time I try to put it on. I groaned, sitting against the cold, wooden door, trying to pull off the shoe. Bill looked over at me from the table with a raised eyebrow. His hands were in cute, plaid oven gloves as he set the pot down on the table. The smell of the stew was stronger from here, the light over the table giving the pot a makeshift spotlight.

"You alright, babe?" He took the gloves off, placing them on the table before stepping towards me.

"I got it, I got it, " I shook my head, my fingers burning by now as the zipper was still stuck in place. He sighed, getting down as he was close by now. The carpet molded his knee as he took one of my ankles in his other knee.

"If you ever need help, just tell me, " He said, sweetly. His gentle hands took hold of the metal zipper, easily pulling it down. He placed the boot aside, sliding off my leg to take the other. "I love you, okay? I'm here to help, don't ever feel scared to tell me, " He looked up at me through his eyebrows, sliding the zipper down. My heart raced as it skipped a beat to each word that left his lips. He slid the boot off, revealing my fuzzy socks. He grinned, looking into my eyes as he rubbed my ankle, aligning my boots together with the other hand.

"I will, don't worry, " I gave him a small smile. My eyes followed him as he stood up, reaching down to help me up afterward. I grunted as I stood up, the fabric of my socks mixing with the beige carpet. I looked up at him, his pretty lashes coated in the mascara that I knew I recommended by the way he blinked. I shivered slightly, feeling his cold touch on my cheek.

"Good, just making sure you know, " His voice was delicate, each hard sound being smoothed out. My face heated up, feeling him kiss my nose, swiping his thumb over my right cheek. "Let's eat, yea?"

"Mhm, " I mumbled as a smile stayed on my lips. He reached down for my hand, gently taking it as he leaned back. I followed along as he pulled me to the table which was only a few steps away. Bill always had casual dominance, no matter what. As much as I enjoyed it, I just hope he knows that I can be independent just as much as dependent. The chair shrieked against the tile floor as he pulled it out, the dining and kitchen area being separated from the living space. My feet hit the cold surface as I slid into the chair, watching him make it to the opposite side of the table. "Did you just pull this off the stove?" I watched the steam fog up the empty glasses nearby. The table was set nicely as if he waited for me since eternity. Each bowl's design was identical to the others, the paint strokes were seamless.

"Yea, it just got done cooking, " He hummed, picking up the ladle. He scooped out some beef pieces, pouring them into my bowl. My mouth salivated as I looked over the pieces, the cuts of meat were nothing like I'd seen before.

"Bill, what kind of beef is this?" I asked with a small chuckle, joking. He lifted his eyebrows as he looked at me, not exchanging a laugh as he scooped carrots into my bowl.

"The best kind, just for you. I know people who can get their hands on this stuff, " He filled my bowl as he spoke, filling his after. I swallowed a lump in my throat, the growing tension squeezed me up. It was silent afterward as he fixed his bowl up, pushing the pot to the side of the table. He picked up the pitcher of water, filling our glasses. His chair creaked as he finally took a seat, the lamp glowing on his porcelain skin. I bit my lip as I kept my hands on the table, keeping my stare on him as nothing else lit the area. I didn't know if he was mad or offended as he kept a straight face. The silence could suffocate me as the only other company was the light above us.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad, " I swallowed in between, shaking my knee a bit. "I just wanted to ask since I know how important cooking is to you."

"It's fine, babe, " He gave me a small smile. I nodded before picking up my spoon and taking a spoonful. Bill propped his elbows onto the table, resting his chin on his hands. I blew into the perfect bite that I had ready. It had an even amount of soup, beef, and vegetables.

"Are you gonna take a bite, Bill?" I raised an eyebrow, as I continued to cool it down.

"Mhm, I just wanna know your thoughts first, " He grinned, tilting his head slightly.

"I know it's gonna be good, " I snickered as I took the spoonful. I widened my eyes as the broth filled my mouth. The meat instantly melted as I tasted it and the vegetables perfectly blended out each chew. I moaned in delight as Bill's eyes squinted, smiling from watching me enjoy the dish. "This is the best stew and beef that I've ever had, " I gasped softly as I took another spoonful, the meat being even more tender than the last bite.

"I'm so glad you like it, " I could hear the excitement in his voice as he spoke, the tone was as close as a teen girl seeing her celebrity crush. He picked up his spoon, taking a bite after me.

"I'm gonna be so sad when I have to leave, this is so good, " I licked my lips, continuing to savor the stew.

"You don't have to go, you can stay as long as you'd like, " He let go of his spoon, taking a sip of his water. I held the spoon in my mouth, frowning a bit before placing it into the bowl.

"I know...I'm so thankful for you, Bill, but you know I have to get home early. You know how my dad is, " I shook my knee again, slowly stirring at the half-eaten bowl of stew.

"Just a bit? Come on, just this once?" He frowned as he placed his glass down.

"I can't, " I felt my heartbeat in my throat as I picked up a nice bite of meat and carrots.

"But it's Christmas, babe. Just break the rule this once, " He held his spoon, tapping his finger against it.

"Bill, he's even more strict on Christmas. I really can't, I'm sorry. If I could I would, " I spoke into the spoon, before taking it into my mouth.

"He needs to learn that you're not a little girl anymore. You should be able to be out and about, I don't understand why he thinks he should cage you up, " His other hand on the table balled up into a fist. I nodded as I slowly chewed, my brows furrowed as he spoke. I mean he was right, dad is super strict. Maybe this once I could-

"Ow!" I winced, holding my cheek as I bit into something firm yet flexible. The sharp edges of the item tickled at my gums before I spat it out onto the table.

"Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, his eyes following the piece. I widened my eyes as I looked at the ridgid fingernail that I had just spat out. I shuddered, covering my mouth as I gagged. It was as if it was freshly torn off.

"Bill. What the fuck. Is that fucking yours?" My eyes were watery from the gagging as I picked up the glass of water, taking large sips.

"Oh, shit..." He muttered, his eyes looking up towards me.

"Fuck. I think I should go, " I cleared my throat, trying not to look at the fingernail. I knew if I kept my gaze on it, I would actually just start to vomit.

"No, no, you can't. We haven't watched a movie yet, " He shakingly spoke, watching me slide out of the table. I shook my head as he stood up right after me.

"I need to go, " I said sternly as turned around, making it to the door.

"Why? Please, fuck. I know I messed up. I should've watched the stove, " He said. I turned to him, walking backward as he was already a few feet away from me with his bowl in his hands.

"My dad, the earlier the better, " I gulped as the distance from the door was longer than I remembered. My steps were no match for Bill's strides. I felt my heart race as sweat formed, clenching my fists. "Bill, please, " I bit my lip as I continued stepping back, the light slowly fading from his face.

"I can fix something else for you, please stay, " He frowned as he came close. My breath hitched as my back hit the cold door. He looked down at me as he took a few more steps, inches away from breathing the same air as me.

"Bill, I can't. My dad, " I spoke, my knees began to feel weak as I felt the ceramic bowl press into my chest.

"He's already here, babe, " He held a straight face. Bill reached for a spoonful of the stew, the bowl and the spoon jingled as they hit each other.

"What?" I stammered a bit, feeling my sweat turn cold.

"He's already here, " He hummed, bringing the spoon to my lips. I furrowed my brows as I felt my face heat up, forming tears.

"Bill, what?..." My lips parted, allowing entrance as he pushed the spoon past my teeth. He leaned closer.

"He's here, " His voice caused shivers down my spine as he spoke down my neck. He leaned back, grinning as he pulled the spoon out. I couldn't bear to swallow, looking up at him. "Swallow, babe, " He dropped the spoon into the bowl, reaching up to caress my cheek. I spat the stew into the face, receiving a groan as I turned around. I wiggled the doorknob, weeping as my stomach turned, the lock was stuck in place. I squealed, feeling Bill press his whole body against mine, gripping my wrists and putting them above my head. It only caused me to squeal even more with the pain on my right wrist.

"You're so fucked up, " I snarled as I breathed heavily, my face turned to the side as I was pressed up against the door.

"Calm down...acting out isn't good for you, " He whispered into my ear, running his thumbs over the back of my palms as he had me pinned. His gaze was calm as he was in my peripheral vision.

"You're fucking saying that? You killed someone, " I felt tears run down my face as he breathed against my cheek, leaving no room apart.

"I didn't kill your father, I would never do such a thing, " He frowned as he kissed my ear, gently. I shuddered from even the slightest contact. "I told you I knew people, didn't I?"

"Don't fucking touch me, jackass. You're crazy, " My voice was strained.

"I only did it for you. I do everything for you. I get it, you're shocked. You'll get used to it, " His voice was like hot honey; keeping a smooth voice to try and soothe me, yet all that came out of his mouth only caused a shiver down my spine.

"For me?? I didn't ask for this, " I said through bared teeth. He tilted his head, and his right hand began to tug at the fabric around my wrist. "No, fuck. No! Let go of me!" I cried as I squirmed under him, feeling my wrist grow cold as he pulled my sleeve down to my elbow. He stared up at it as it was scattered with purple and yellow bruises, holdimg down on my elbow. "My dad is a good man!" I sobbed.

"Then, tell me why you have all of these bruises. Your dad doesn't love you like I do, " His nose against my head as he spoke. I sniffled, continuing to squirm only making him press me against the door more.

"This isn't love. You're sick, " I continued to weep, my knees finally giving up on me as I slowly slid down the door. Bill kneeling along as I fell. He took a seat, awkwardly pulling me somewhat into his lap. He shushed me, caressing my cheek. I looked up at him with a clouded vision as he frowned. Even at this moment, he was more loving than any other partner I had.

"I love you, though, " He wiped the tears off my face.

"I know, " I spoke shaking, my chest heaving as it did. My flight or fight response barely worked as I felt his touch.

"Everything I do is for you. Even if you hated me, I'll still love you, " Bill continued. I sniffled, blinking slowly as his efforts to calm me down worked.

"I know, " My knees could barely work. It felt as if I was paralyzed. I don't know if it was whether I was calm or frozen in fear.

"I would never hurt you, babe, " He whispered as he came down to kiss my lips. I couldn't help but kiss back. His lips melted into mine like metal being welded. His hand slowly slid down, taking grasp of my throat. "You know I love you, " He pulled away a bit, tightening his grasp around my neck. I gasped, widening my eyes as I choked. I slapped at his hand, trying to pry him off. His hand was firm, not lifting a single finger as I struggled for my breath. "It's only for the better, " He frowned as he leaned down, kissing my lips again. My pulling and slapping slowly weakened, and everything went black.

if u want pt 2, it’s on my wattpad, same title

bill, bill kaulitz, bill horror, bill kaulitz horror, bill horror

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emsgoodthinkin · 4 months

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As long as I’m with You

Steve Harrington x You (short)

Summary: Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had this week

Warnings: hurt/comfort, talks of poor physical and mental health, doctors, suicidal ideation, medication use, drug use, chronic health issues, BPD if you squint, disabilities, use of the word “girl” x times, negative self talk, mentions of sex, angst, fluff~~

This is based off my own experiences and inspired by my pal Morgan’s version; feel free to check hers out

Tick tick tick

The clock strikes 12 and then 1, 3, 5am in the morning, no sleep no rest it’s an every day cycle. The same shitty cycle.

It’s a new year, but not a new you.

Sitting in your walker in front of the excruciatingly bright television screen, high as a kite, everything in existence running through your mind 100 mph, sometimes the weed helps the pain. Sometimes it induces it or even makes it worse. Right now it’s doing nothing for you. Looking over at your loved one sound asleep. You don’t want to bother him with your whines or crying. So you just sit there silence, tears rolling down your cheeks; while you watch some bullshit on YouTube.

Sniff Sniff

“Baby?”

Shit.

“..yea?” you say in a whispered tone

“Are you ok? what’s wrong?”

“Ah, you already know”, you’ve used that line probably over a million times

Steve comes along your side expecting a few dried tears, but his eyes widen when he’s sees the collar around your shirt bitten, snot dribbling down your mouth and throat, crouching down, he lies his head onto your thigh looking up at you, “Talk to me sweetheart”

“No.”

“Hey, I know you’re hurting”—

“GOOD FOR YOU! Congratulations you know I’m hurting, you know I’ve been hurting for fucking years. I’m glad you’ve acknowledged it unlike some people”you sniffle getting up in a hurry to take a piss as he follows with sad eyes leaning against the door frame

“I’m fucking tired, I’m so goddamn exhausted nobody will ever know what I’m dealing with!”, you say wiping your ass not bothering to wash your hands, “I can’t do anything I can’t run, I can’t jump, can’t go to the stupid, fucking grocery store without one of those motorized carts.. my back hurts, my fucking knees are throbbing, stupid fucking nerves won’t calm down FUCK! It’s not like I can get in the bathtub to calm my muscles down. Nothing is helping! No medication, no PT, no injections, no nothing! Why?? am I just resistant to any source of help or treatment? I-I can’t even lay in the goddamn bed to sleep. That’s all I have left is rest!! What is rest!? I don’t know what the hell that even is”

“I know baby I know”—

“NO YOU DONT STEVE, all you know is what you see. I wouldn’t wish on our worst enemy, my worst enemy to feel what I feel. That’s how bad it all hurts. The most evil, sick and twisted person in this world, I would never wish this upon. I just..”, getting dizzy you collapse on the bed sobbing into your own hands, then eventually into Steve’s shoulder as he rocks you, tears spilling from his own eyes—

“Nobody cares, nobody wants to help me. nobody cares unless I’m rich and can afford to give them any and ALL the things off my back, but I can’t. Even with the money you make it will never be enough to help the poor girl who’s too young to have any kind of issue. It’s “all in my head” I’m just fucking crazy. I could break my own neck and still be told it’s only from anxiety. Nobody cares just”—

“I care” he exhales

“It doesn’t matter if you care, all your care is useless, all your help is worthless to me because it gets me nowhere. Nobody’s love and care gets me nowhere. It’s nothing all but fucking false hope. Don’t you get that? None of you still to this day seems understand that. Stop praying for me to get better. It’s never going to happen. I can’t take it anymore.. I just wanna die! All I wish for is to die but, I can’t even have that. It’s like all of you want me here, to live and suffer for the rest of my life for y’all, it’s not fair, fuck that”, your trembling, body in fight or flight

“Don’t say that, you know I’d do anything to take your pain away”

“It doesn’t matter what you’d do because you’re not a doctor. You’re not a professional, you can’t help me get better.. sucks to hear but it’s the truth Steve..fuck”—

Steve’s really trying not to beat himself up over your words, he knows you’re in pain, it comes from a place of anger, frustration and fear

“I have all these pain medications I could easily take all at once, so I’ll never have to wake up in this position ever again. Why can’t I do it huh? I could end right here right now you never have to suffer again, but I just d-don’t; If anything, I’m the most selfless person for staying alive for YOU just so I can be alive but in pain all over again for YOU!”, your tone getting higher and higher in pitch

“I-I’m sorry.. I wish I knew the right words to say baby”, he’s trying his best to stay strong for you

“You’ve got to be sick of me, tired of me. All I do is cause more money to come out of your pockets, more exhaustion, more burdening, more crying, more everything bad for you. You already deal with your own shit. I do nothing but make your own mentality worse, hell you’re making your own self worse being with a person like me. A broken and useless excuse of a human being. You deserve somebody who can go hiking with you, go to the beach, travel with, who can do the bare minimum. Can’t even fuck you properly—

“STOP! Stop that right now” he shouts

You freeze because he’s never raised his voice at you, atleast not on purpose at such a vulnerable time

“I hate it too. You know it hurts me to know that you hurt and I’m sorry that I can’t take the pain away from you. My sweet, sweet girl I’m so sorry that nobody has given you the chance to hear your voice, to help heal you..but I’m gonna make you the same promise I make you almost every single night. As long as I’m with you, I will try my best with all my power to make it a little bit more bearable for you to be here, and I am so grateful that you are still here and choose to be here with me for us to be together. I know you hurt, but as long as you’re with me, I’m going to do my best to put a smile on your pretty face, beautiful sunshine of a smile because you’re my sunshine.. y-your smile gives me life did you know that?”

You nod. He tells you all the time

“I- I’m tired for wishing to feel ok for my birthdays, every Christmas. All the shirts and posters you got me for Christmas? I haven’t even touched them yet, you know why? Because the selfish person in me doesn’t give a fuck about none of it. The only thing I care about and want and NEED is pain relief and that’s too much to ask for isn’t it? Apparently wanting to be better in the world it’s too much to ask for”

“You deserve to feel better”, he says while his hand travels up your back to rub your tense neck, “You deserve to be free from all of this and I can’t give that to you. You’re not selfish baby you’re hurting. I love you for you. I knew what I was signing up for, and if I didn’t want that I wouldn’t be here right now with you. I know the sacrifices Ill have to make, the tears I’ll have to shed, the strength it’ll take me to pick you up when you’re down, but I fell in love with you, how you are, and who you are”

“Who are you kidding Steve, you don’t even know who I am. The real me. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wish you met me when I wasn’t sick then maybe you wouldn’t be so stressed out a-and.. and,” you start sobbing again, it’s all too overwhelming

“Hey, hey look at me, no. I met you at the right time. You need me just as much as I need you. You may not think you’re worth nothing but you’re worth everything to me. Yeah you have a good and bad days..—

“I’ve had nothing but bad days for the past few months Steve”-

“I know, I see it, I hear it and I witness it, I may not can feel it, but at the end of it all, you still love me. You’re still here. You still want to cook for me. You still get up to brush your teeth and I’m so proud of you for still trying to care for yourself. That’s the biggest job you’ll ever have, and it’s been a very hard job hasn’t it?

You nod, as he nods with you

“Yeah, it has, but you don’t have to do it alone anymore. I want to provide for you. I want to take care of you. You’re my girl, you deserve so much and as long as I’m with you, I will try every day, every hour, every second or minute, to make sure you know how loved, how great and how amazing you are. How great and amazing you’re doing for yourself and for me. How strong you are”—

—“im tired of having being strong all the time”, interrupting him

“I know you are. You are so strong for being on this earth, even when you don’t want to be. I wouldn’t ask for anybody else, you’re it for me always. Will you continue to let me try to make it better for you every day? To take care of you?”, he squats in front of you, cupping your wet cheeks, kissing your forehead

“But Stevie.. you know you’re getting your own hopes up because nothing you do helps either and I feel like a piece of shit for saying that because”—

“I know what you mean, you don’t have to be sorry. I understand you may not have hope but I do. All my Hope goes towards you and it always will. You are the most important thing in my life. I’m not gonna give up on you, on me or on us, ok sunshine?”

..”okay”, you repeat rubbing your temples

“Head hurt, darling?”

“yes”

“From crying too hard?”

You nod, looking away in shame, “It’s okay, I’ll get your Migrane cap from the freezer and i’ll set your pillows up how you like, just sit tight”, he says it standing then pausing at the doorway, looking over his shoulder, “I love you”

“luv you—

“Hmm? What was that, I couldn’t hear you” he exclaims

“I said love you gosh.. shut up”, you barely crack a smile

That was enough to get him through the rest of the night.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x disabled!reader #steve harrington x ill!reader #tw sui talk #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #tw sick mention #mental health awareness #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x chronically!ill reader #steve harrington x sick reader #steve harrington angst #stranger things #joe keery #chronic pain issues #bpd #spoonie

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bloodyknucklesforme · 1 year

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❝ i’m staying. end of discussion. you gotta learn to let people take care of you. ❞ with Simon "I-dont-need-anyone Ghost" Riley for the sleeping prompts pls 🥺

Tags: blood, fluff, mentions of sex

He was normally quiet coming in this late. He struggled with the key so much you thought at first it was a drunken neighbour trying to get in the wrong flat. He stumbled in eventually. Kicked off boots hitting the door of the hall closet.

He was making so much fucking noise even as he collapsed on top of you crushing your lips with his. The mask had been discarded in the hallway with the boots.

"Need you. Right now." He growled. There was something off. The arm by your head was shaking under his weight. His breathing was heavy.

"Simon..." You put both hands on his chest and pushed him back. "Stop."

He closed his eyes and sighed. His shirt was wet. You pressed against the fabric and he winced.

"Are you bleeding?" You sat up, grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight. His grey shirt had a wet red stain towards the side of his ribs. "Simon, what the fuck?"

He gave you an angry look and pushed himself off the bed, tripping over his own feet.

"I'm not dealing with this right now," He grumbled. He looked towards the door.

"You're not leaving." You snapped. You got out of bed and turned on a light. He was pale, well paler. "Bathroom now!"

You had to grab his arm and pull him back. It wasn't hard. He almost fell on top of you. You guided him back towards your bathroom and planted him on the toilet.

He pushed your hands away as you went to take off his shirt.

"I'm fine!" He barked. It was the most coherent he sounded all night. "I don't need your fucking help."

"Was your plan to just bleed out while inside me then?" You couldn't overpower him but you wouldn't let him leave without a fight. "Let me look."

You forced his shirt up, taking the excess and pulling it over his face.

"I don't want to look at you right now." You watched his fists clench. It might have been mean.

It was mean.

He wasn't about to ruin your bed linens though. He had stitches, shitty in-the-field stitches, between two of his ribs. Two had ripped open.

You dug your first aid kit out from under the sink. He moved his shirt back down and saw you grab a bottle of disinfectant.

"I'm leaving. I'll call you tomorrow." He stood up and you pushed him right back down.

"You're staying. End of discussion. You have to learn to let people take care of you." You gathered up the disinfectant and bandages. "Did you do these yourself? They look like shite."

"I don't need-"

"Shut the fuck up or you're never fucking me again." You pointed a pair of bandage scissors at him. He huffed angrily but he stayed seated.

"You held my guts in my stomach, let me help you just once," You said softly. "Have you taken anything for the pain?"

"No." He groaned as you cleaned the blood from around his wound.

"So it's just blood loss making you act stupid." You rolled your eyes. He chuckled and followed it up with a wince.

You weren't a medic. You'd honestly received less than great training but you could take care of him. He just needed to let you do it.

You cleaned his wound and wrapped the bandages around his chest. He was lucky you had large ones.

"Please go to hospital tomorrow and get real stitches. I can't believe they let you leave with those."

"What they don't know." He shrugged.

"You're a twat sometimes. Really, you are." He was too nonchalant about the whole thing. It pissed you off. "Why would you come here like this?"

"Didn't realize I'd torn em."

"Do you get extra horny when you're bleeding or did you just want to piss me off one last time before dying."

"If this had killed me think I would have been more pissed than you." He looked at you with tired eyes. The stains from his makeup only exacerbated the dark undereyes. He never slept enough even with you. He was always up before you no matter how many rounds he went or how exhausted he was. "Was thinking about you all week. Blood loss mighta got to me. Just wanted to see you."

He reached out to brush his fingers against your thigh. You were washing the blood from your hands. You wouldn't dare to say you understood him or what went out in either skull of his. You just knew he left most things unsaid and let his eyes or hands explain. You stepped sideways so he could touch you, leaning his head against your waist.

"Thank you. Sorry if I bled everywhere."

"You were very good at keeping it contained but it better not be on the walls outside. If it is, you're cleaning it."

"Fair deal."

"Come on, let's get you to bed." You pulled him up to his feet and let him lean against you. You dropped him on his usual side of the bed and helped him get under the covers.

You fetched him water and over-the-counter painkillers. He left them sitting but drank down the water. You made sure he was comfortable before getting back in bed.

He laid his hand on your thigh, coasting it upwards. You pushed it away.

"Not tonight. I'm not dealing with more torn stitches."

"Who said I would tear more?"

"I've been underneath you before. I know how you are."

He laughed before cursing.

"Goodnight Simon."

"Goodnight, love."

He was still asleep when you woke up the next morning. Despite the pain, there was a content smile playing at the edges of his lips.

#tumblr fucking froze the first time I tried to post this #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #ghost x agent!reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2

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"Halloween Bash" pt. 1

S.H. x Female Reader

Summary: You and Steve plan to spend Halloween together when he ditches you to attend Tina's Halloween Bash with Nancy. A few hours later, you find yourself having to take care of a very drunk Steve.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: st2 spoilers, underage drinking, swearing, slight angst, fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining

Additional Notes: I only have the inspiration for Steve and Eddie fanfics rn so I will most likely be writing those for a while, haha. I hope you enjoy this Steve fanfic! Likes, comments, and reshares are greatly appreciated :)

pt. 2 will be linked here!

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"What are you getting all dressed up for?"

You were currently sitting on Steve's bed, watching in confusion as he picked out things to wear.

He didn't respond right away, changing his shirt before adding a jacket over top.

Steve reached for a pair of shades, sliding them on his face before looking to you.

"What do you think?"

You couldn't help but smile. "I think you're a tad overdressed for Halloween movie night."

Steve removed the sunglasses, hooking them onto his shirt. "I thought it would be really fun if we went to Tina's party tonight."

Arching an eyebrow, you began to cross your arms. "Why would we do that when we've already made plans to watch movies and get really sick on Halloween candy?" You asked with a small laugh before it slowly dawned on you.

Now that you knew why, you groaned in annoyance.

"Steve Harrington I know for a fact that you're not trying to bail on me for Nancy Drew." You spoke sternly, slightly peeved with him for even wanting to cancel.

This was your last Halloween as highschoolers!

Every year for Halloween or Christmas, you and Steve would get together and spend the day just watching films and snacking on holiday goodies. It was your way of bonding and winding down from the pressure of society.

Why would he want to cancel if not for his girlfriend?

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun I swear!"

"No, Steve. You promised me that we would spend the night just sitting on your couch with a bunch of rented tapes of horror movies!" You frowned, eyes traveling downward as Steve got onto his knees.

"But I already promised Nancy I would go with her and act like stupid teenagers! Come on, I know you and her don't get along, but this could be my chance to really get her to relax after Barb." He spoke, his words practically gutting you like a knife.

You hardly ever argued with Steve when he wanted to hang out with his girlfriend, but this was a tradition night for you both. He wanted to break tradition for Tina's stupid party?

It was true, that you and Nancy didn't really get along but that's because you were constantly battling for time with Steve. You really only ever saw him in school now that you had a job, but even in school he was wrapped around Nancy's little finger.

Sure, you were jealous. You had been smitten for Steve for three years and only realized during the summer that you were madly in love with the boy.

The feeling wasn't reciprocated obviously as he spent all his time with his little journalist.

They were either doing homework together in the library, making out next to her locker, or sitting together at lunch.

It was never just you and Steve. Now that you two finally had a chance to hang out, he was bailing on you? For Nancy?

"You promised her?" You asked softly, Steve sighing a little as he heard the hurt in your voice. "When?"

As he tried to come up with an answer, your anger over Steve never having the time to hang out with you suddenly boiled over.

"You know what?" You got up from the bed, grabbing your shoes, "I don't care. Clearly you're so invested with Nancy all the time that you dont even want to hang out with me anymore." Once your shoes were on your feet you began to make your way downstairs.

Soon enough, his feet followed. "No, come on! Y/N, wait." He pleaded, speeding past you to block the front door.

"Steve, let me out." You demanded.

"Y/N, listen to me! It's not just Nancy, every senior is gonna be there! You can come with us, hang out for a bit, ya know?" He suggested, you staring at him in disbelief.

"Sometimes you can be such a dick." You whispered, hurt spreading across his face. "Ouch, Y/N. Really trying to hammer down my ego huh?" He tried to joke but you weren't having it.

"Yes I am." You announced, silencing him. "When are you going to wake up and realize that Nancy has her head so wrapped up around Barb that the only reason she's with you is for comfort?" You questioned, leaving him flabbergasted.

It was a heavy subject, you knew, but Nancy didn't seem all that interested in Steve until Barb went missing. The timing was all too weird to you.

"She doesn't love you Steve. Nancy is quite the actress, I'll say that." You reached behind him for the doorknob, his hand grabbing your wrist.

"No, you're wrong Y/N. Nancy loves me." Although he wanted it to come off strongly, he sounded slightly worried. Almost as though he didn't want to believe you. "She doesn't, Steve." Your voice was gentle now, your eyes shifting from his to his lips.

"There are some people in this world who actually love you unlike her." Was all you could say before you opened the door and walked out.

This time, he didn't follow.

You didn't have your car with you, so you walked home. Traveling past the many children out in the streets trick or treating, your anger began to dissipate and the shame took its place.

Why did you say that to him?

In the many ways you pictured confessing to Steve, never had you wanted it to be done that way. It didn't seem like he understood either way which made you a little relieved.

As you arrived home, you grabbed the bowl of candy your parents had left out for kids and brought it inside with you, claiming it for yourself. Once you got inside, you found the house to be eerily quiet. It was unusual, making you turn to the cabinet near the front door. A note laid on it, written in your mom's handwriting.

Apparently they were having an 'adult' Halloween party at the Henderson household. You knew it wasn't much different from the ones in highschool so you shoved the note into your pocket before trudging up the stairs to your bedroom.

This night couldn't possibly be any worse. Not only did you get ditched by your best friend, but you left the rented movie tapes at his place and all you were stuck with was your small collection of books and a bucket of candy. You could sit like a fool on your porch and just pass it out, but if some kid from school was walking around with their sibling, you'd literally die of embarrassment if they saw you sitting at home instead of being out of the house either with Steve or at Tina's party.

Reading and munching on candy it is.

For the next three hours, you listened to Halloween tunes on the radio and read Dracula while eating a few different candies here and there. That is until a ringing of your doorbell sounded, making you groan.

Didn't kids know that there was no candy out on the porch?

Realizing you had left the front porch light on, you huffed and got up from your bed before making your way downstairs.

The doorbell rang a couple more times, your annoyance growing. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" You shouted as you went down the last few steps. You unlocked the door and opened it, except there was no kid at the front door.

It was Steve.

"Jeez, I thought you were some random kid trying to get candy." You sighed in relief before noticing his stance.

He was leaning an arm above his head on the doorway for support, eyes cast to the ground. His eyes seemed red, either from exhaustion, or crying.

"Hey," You spoke softly, slowly reaching forward to place a hand on his arm, "You okay?"

Steve didn't reply, eyes still fixated on the floor. A singular tear rolled down his face, causing worry to spread across your own.

"Hey, hey," You cooed, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him. "It's okay, Steve. You're alright." Speaking softly was always the key with Steve when he was upset. It kept him calm, focused even.

If you panicked, he'd shut down. That was the last thing you wanted.

Steve practically slumped his body against you, making you drag him inside. Closing the door with your foot, you continued to comfort him by stroking his hair.

His usual minty scent was replaced with the muskiness of alcohol. "Jeez, Steve how much did you drink?" You asked him, not really expecting much of a response as you dragged him up the stairs and into your bedroom.

"Five...teen?" He mumbled, making you roll your eyes before gently sitting him down on your bed. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"No, no, no..don't go." He whined.

"Steve, I have to go get a trash can and some water for you." You told him, smiling a little as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Just stay right here." Steve wasn't going to let you go and that was certain. "Okay, let's get you comfortable, yeah? Then I can go get you some stuff?" His head slowly nodded up and down, making you sigh a little in relief.

You helped him remove his coat, laying it across the foot of your bed before looking to his shirt. Noticing a small stain of red liquid, your eyebrows furrowed. "Punch?" You asked, him nodding again.

"Arms up," He complied and you removed his sweatshirt, your cheeks warming as you gazed at him for a moment. Clearing your throat, you reached into your bag from earlier and pulled out Steve's Halloween themed shirt that he traditionally wore.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" You asked as he pressed the side of his face into your stomach, hugging you close. It didn't really bother you, you were just glad he wasn't about to throw up all over your duvet.

"Nancy um," He began, rubbing his eyes. Your attention was instantly back on him, waiting to hear what you were beginning to think.

"Nancy doesn't love me. You were right." He sniffled a little, making you sigh. As much as you enjoyed being right, this wasn't a time to show off.

"How do you know? Did she break up with you?" You couldn't help but ask, gently stroking his hair back so you could see his face more.

Steve's eyes were casted towards the ground, his grip on your sweater tightening. "No, she uh..she got really drunk and spilled punch on herself." He spoke slowly, his story sounding like himself right now.

"I tried helping her in the bathroom and she just started claiming how...bullshit I am. That we try and act like everything's normal when Barb is missing and that we act like we're in love-" His voice hitched.

"Oh Steve," You frowned, sinking down so you could properly wrap your arms around his neck while his remained wrapped around your waist. His head leaned against yours, foreheads pressing together.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," He spoke as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who went off on you which was totally unfair. I'm the one who should be apologizing." You argued a little.

Steve gripped you tighter, making you chuckle a little. "No, God, no. I'm so stupid. I should have realized that she didn't care for me. That she didn't love me." He huffed.

"And here I was abandoning you on our traditional holiday movie night just to hear that from her."

"Hey," You gently cupped his face and pulled his head back so you could make eye contact with him. "I'm not upset with you anymore. I shouldn't have even argued over it to begin with."

"I'm still sorry," He spoke, letting you go so you were free to move. Taking the chance, you helped him get situated under your covers, tucking him in. Once he was situated, you walked over to your radio and lowered the volume so it could barely be heard. "If you fall asleep, that's okay, okay? I won't be far." You promised him, giving him a soft smile before leaving the room.

As you went downstairs and into the kitchen, you began to worry about earlier events. He didn't know what you meant before when you mentioned there were others who loved him...right? He was drunk and too caught up with Nancy's drunken confession that maybe he'd forget you ever even said anything.

Once you grabbed two waters, you held them in one arm and grabbed the empty trash can with the other. You quickly made your way upstairs, quietly entering your room. "You're still up, huh?" You smiled a little as you looked over to Steve who had been staring at the ceiling.

"I can't sleep without you," He huffed, your cheeks warming. "Scared of nightmares coming?" You asked as you walked over to his side of your bed, him nodding and beginning to sit up.

You then opened the water bottle, helping him take a slow yet long sip. "Better?" He nodded as you took back the bottle, closing it tightly before setting it down on the nightstand.

"Y/N?" He whispered so quietly you almost didn't catch it. "Hm?" You hummed, setting down the other water bottle before looking to him.

"You love me right?"

His question completely threw you off guard, your eyes widening slightly. In fear, you chuckled nervously. "Love you? Of course. You're my best friend." You told him, the male beginning to shake his head.

"No. No, I mean like..love, love. Not that bullshit love. Do you really, really love me?" He asked, gently grabbing your hand before rubbing circles on the back of it. His actions and his words were making your heart race a little.

"Steve," You gulped a little, eyes unable to look into his as he was gazing at you in a way you weren't used to with him. God why did he have to be under the influence right now?

You wished he wasn't, that way you could tell if any of this was real.

Before you could continue, his hands found their way to your waist, gently bringing you closer to the bed. "Steve," You began again, though you weren't even sure what you were trying to say. Did he ask you a question? You couldn't remember.

All you could focus on were his hands as one stayed on your waist while the other brought itself up to your face. He cupped your cheek gently, your eyes finally meeting his. "I like when you say my name."

As he leaned in, you lost all sense of clarity, letting him press his lips into yours. When he began to move his lips, you did too. You practically melted under his touch, your fingers brushing through his hair so you had something to hold onto.

He groaned a bit into your mouth, making your stomach do flips. Steve was kissing you.

This was wrong. You knew it was.

He was in pain and wanted you for comfort. As much as you wanted to cherish this kiss, it couldn't go any farther than that.

Quickly, you parted from the kiss, placing your hands on his shoulders to keep him at a distance so he couldn't try and do it again.

"No Steve," You panted, "As much as I want this, you're hurting. If this is gonna happen for us, I want it to be done right. I don't want to be Nancy's sloppy seconds, okay?" You told him.

"You're not, Y/N. No, trust me that's done. She and I are done." He leaned in again only for you to back away. "Steve, you're drunk and heartbroken. I don't want us to get together this way."

You inhaled shakily, still adrenaline high from the kiss. You watched him for a moment, seeing his slightly swollen lips part as he wanted to argue. "I don't even know if any of this is really you or if it's drunk Harrington taking over," You sighed, removing his hands so you were at a comfortable distance again.

"Y/N-"

"Steve, sweetie, get some sleep okay? It's late and you need to sleep off the alcohol." You helped him lay back down, kissing his forehead.

"Lay with me?" He whispered, making you hesitate. It wasn't like you and Steve have never slept in the same bed before. Your parents knew how close you two were and always allowed sleepovers. But after the kiss and with Steve being drunk, you weren't sure.

"Please?"

God damn it.

Going around to the other side of the bed, you pulled the duvet back and got into the bed. Once the covers were pulled back over you, you watched as Steve rolled over so he faced you.

"Sleep now, okay?" You asked him, the male nodding slowly before closing his eyes.

You did the same, allowing the radio and Steve's breathing to lull you to sleep. Before you could really get into a deep sleep, Steve called your name quietly.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

There was a moment of silence before he finally answered.

"Nevermind."

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"Morning sleepyhead." You smiled as Steve made his way down the steps and into the kitchen where you stood by the stove making bacon and eggs. "Smells delicious." He yawned, walking over to one of the cabinets to search for headache medicine.

"Third shelf."

"Thank you," He grabbed the bottle and opened it, taking out two of them. His attention was on taking the pills, but his eyes were watching you.

How could you be so peaceful after what he did to you yesterday?

"Do you feel better this morning?" You asked, looking over to him after you scrambled his eggs. "Physically? No. My head is killing me. Tina definitely overdid it with the punch this year." You couldn't help but giggle at his words.

"Emotionally? I've been better, but I am better than I thought I'd be." He sat down at the island counter. "Oh yeah? Well that's good. Maybe some sleep helped." You suggested, plating his and your bacon.

"Yeah..sleep." He agreed slowly, eyes still fixated on you. At this point you could feel his stare, making you look back over to him.

"What's up, Harrington? Is my hair messed up or something?" You joked, making him crack a smile.

"No, I'm just looking at you is all."

Your eyebrow arched, but you decided he was just being weird so you shrugged it off and continued to cook your eggs.

As his eyes bore into the back of your head, you could feel his eyes again and it was beginning to make you nervous. Why was he staring?

"Harrington, what's up?" You asked, plating the eggs. You then turned the stove off and turned around, arms crossed.

Steve's eyes widened slightly in surprise, quickly beginning to shake his head. "No, no, sorry. I must still have alcohol in my system." He explained, letting out a nervous chuckle.

"Well you're able to hold good conversation now. So, I don't think the alcohol is really taking any effect here." You walked over to the island, leaning against it.

"What's going on Steve?"

He seemed hesitant, mouth opening and closing almost like a fish as he couldn't find the words. It made you wonder if he remembered what happened with Nancy.

After a minute, you said his name again, making him come back to reality.

"Yeah, um, I guess I just have a question to ask?" He seemed unsure, but you decided to go with it anyway.

"Okay," You turned and grabbed the plates before placing his in front of him. You set yours down in front of yourself, just wanting to keep it from getting cold.

"What exactly happened last night? When I got here, I mean. I remember Tina's party, and I remember ringing your doorbell but that's about it." Steve got up to go grab some utensils, his back to you which gave you the opportunity to facially express your nervousness.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, mentally cursing yourself. You opened your eyes again, trying to find a quick lie.

"Last night?" You began, "Well, you showed up to my house and I practically had to drag you inside."

Steve chuckled as he made his way back over, handing you a fork. You thanked him and began to pick at your eggs with the fork. "Then I brought you upstairs, helped you get out of your sweater since Nancy spilled some punch on you, put you in your Halloween sweater instead, and then we went to bed."

The lie came out a lot easier than you expected. Maybe it was because you left out the impromptu kiss.

As you met Steve's eyes, you could see the confusion in his face. "That's all that happened?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowing. "Did we talk? I feel like I remember talking with you in your room." He said, rubbing his temple a little.

"I mean, you told me what happened with you and Nancy, so that could be it." You explained, really hoping he would just drop the subject before you died of embarrassment from the replaying memory of Steve's lips on yours.

"And that was all we talked about?"

You were hesitant. Why were you even hesitating in the first place? It wasn't like you'd never lied to Steve before. They were just smaller lies. Like, Tammy Thompson is an excellent singer or that new kid Billy Hargrove wasn't the new king of Hawkins High.

"Yeah. That was all."

Steve watched you for a moment before shrugging and eating his eggs. Your shoulders relaxed and you began eating as well.

God, this was gonna come back to bite you in the ass.

TO BE CONTINUED.

#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve x reader

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tink27 · 1 year

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My Personal Steddie fic rec list

I read a lot of steddie fics, and thought someone might gain from me taking note of some of my favorite ones. I won't be including the obvious "Keep it Steady, Eddie" and "Are You Flagging" and such, because we have all read those, but any that aren't on the first page of the Steddie tag on AO3, I might put here.

His Majesty's Jester by GreenQueenofClubs The thing was, these popular types, the Royalty of High School Society? They just wanted to be entertained. They wanted something to break through the dull monotony of life at the top of the food chain, and if nothing happened to catch their interest, they made their own fun. Good thing Eddie was unparalleled at keeping little sheeps entertained. This one features Eddie and "King Steve" during the events of season one. Easy to read and so so fun.

wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital. And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might. This one involves monster!Eddie, and looks at Eddie and Steve being taken by the government after the events of season 4

3. We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by OonionChiver ‘Please?’

Eddie stops him again, this time by holding his face. Steve feels Eddie’s thumb moving over his cheek, he feels the cool metal of his rings. He feels everything except what he needs.

‘I’ve never loved anything the way I love you, Steve Harrington,’ Eddie says, dark brown eyes moving between Steve’s own. ‘This isn’t the moment, sweetheart.’

It’s not a rejection, but it’s not a kiss. Steve quietly cries, insides cut up on the broken shards of his stupid little heart and Eddie holds him, he holds him all night until they fall asleep together.

OonionChiver is an amazing and unique author and I would highly recommend anything they've written (especially their other fic You're Divine ) but We Should Just Kiss is my personal favorite of theirs. Make sure to read the tags beforehand to make sure you're comfortable with all the themes in this one!

4. L is for linoleum (and nothing else) by localman

“You’re going to fucking hate me.”

“I could never-“

“No- see, see you say that, and you think you believe yourself, and hell I almost believe you too, but I know. I know that if I tell you then you’ll fucking turn tail and run, and tell the whole town about what a fucking freak Eddie Munson is, and you’ll be right.”

If, like me, you love trans head cannons I would strongly recommend this fic. It is wonderful and written by a trans author, so accurate representation is always a plus. (also there is a follow-up fic that features non-binary Steve Harrington called lady stardust and it is amazing also, I would also highly recommend it)

5. Skull Rock Era by chattrekisses

Steve Harrington never planned for Eddie Munson.

Steve was supposed to marry his high school sweetheart, have 2.5 children, and take over the family business. He was supposed to live a blissful life on a nondescript cul-de-sac, complete with a white picket fence and a closet full of tasteful polo shirts. He was supposed to make a graceful transition between being the golden boy and being the American Dream.

Mediocrity was what destiny had designed for Steve. Reality had other plans.

(Or, Steve and Eddie, against all odds, fall in love)

This fic is just classic, one of those ones that you read and have zero complaints about at the end. Its just good.

(Hope at least one person finds a new fic bc of this, feel free to add any favorites you have that you dont think are talked about enough)

#Steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie fics #steddie recs #t4t steddie has my heart #trans!eddiemunson #trans!steve harrington #oonionchiver #babygirl steve harrington #gay eddie munson #gay steve harrington #bisexual steve harrington #the fruity four #stranger things au #stranger things s4 #stranger things

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doomed-era · 18 days

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also. i was going to ask this before but i didnt know how to word it: any zelda tropes you like/dislike? stuff like fairies being guides for link or the concept of sages/Legendary Sword or how link and zelda are always depicted or reoccurring characters like impa or beedle or epona. though theres probably not. a lot of tropes considering most games are vastly different from each other. uhh yeah if youve got nothing . things that were done from a zelda game that you liked?

OOH. tbh I had to think about this a bit (my gripes are usually with the fandom and how they depict the tropes as a Strict Narrative Rule) but! I do have some

UH ONES I HATE. this is gonna be long no matter what so it's going under a cut

Number one has got to be making link into a super special boy for basically no reason!!! being from a special type of knights is. so irrelevant to everything else about alttp link that I think a lot of people legitimately forget this. it barely ever comes up and it's honestly not that important to the story except as an excuse for why link's the only one that can grab the pendants and pull the master sword, which. why not just have him be the one to do this because he's just really determined? Ocarina of Time...tried this, sort of? almost completely irrelevant AGAIN. in twilight princess and wind waker they are just some guy basically and this is the best direction they could have gone with his character. except they ruined it in botw and ss and I will neverrrr forgive them for this. botw link beats up grown men at five years old he's like superbaby instant knight and I HATE it. it's just stupid. I don't even care that it applies pressure to him as a character and seems to affect him; they could have just made it an in-universe lie and it would have had the exact same effect so genuinely screw that trope

number two is calling random soldiers knights stop fucking doing this. i dont care that its fictional fantasyland it annoys me

number three! the 3D games' great fairies! I hate almost all of them the oot/mm great fairies are freaks, botw ones are so pretty but they're creepy as hell, and twilight princess is just a naked lady and it's stupid I hate her. wind waker minish cap and alttp fairies are gongeous though

number four. everyone thinking link is cool and or hot. I hate this in universe and in the fandom. I don't care that the devs wanted to make him """"cool"""" he's 100% always a LOSER!!!!

number five I hate the hijacked by ganon trope in zelda games so much. STOP ffs please let ganon/ganondorf take the spotlight we all love him. or let another villain be the main baddie

ok now for ones I like :)

nunberone...SENTIENT MONSTERS SENTIENT MONSTERS BABEY SENTIENT MOSNTERS ILVOE SRENTIERHSDJKFHSFHAAAAA

GRRAAA ITS A SECRET TO EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOE THE MOBLIN!!! KING BULBLIN SAYING HE FOLLOWS THE STRONGEST SIDE!!! THE ENTIRE DARK WORLD ITS SO

two. npc companions...rips off my shirt to reveal another shirt that says I LOVE MIDNA AND TATL AND EZLO AND KING OF RED LIONS AND GHOSTIE ZELDA AND MEDLI AND MAKAR AND TETRA AND SIDON AND YUNOBO AND

number three...I love random gods and spirits that are just hanging out because. keaton malanya zephos satori light spirits what have you. theyre great I need more of that.

number four incredibly weird npcs. need i say more

number five soldiers being extremely incompetent and dumb or getting possessed. soldiers as enemies or easily corruptible people

number six that one character that doesn't like link. you know what i mean (revali. groose. mido. iirc ralph? maybe? I haven't played much of the oracle games)

number seven hyrule with a dark and bloody past. and not only that but a fairly simple presentation of it that's clearly hiding a more complex underbelly. its just neat to see simple, clear-cut writing tell you so much with so little. it's a big reason I love alttp; it's simple but there's so much grief in it

number eight uh. clawshot/hookshot :] good stuff

#asks #hehe!!#glider rambles

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johnnydany · 1 year

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as-i-watch · 1 year

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Straw Hats as Fashion Trends that makes me go insane*

*you can wear whatever want to express yourself or whatever you like idc. What i hate if when brands™ overprice shit bc is "trendy" or set stupid trends like these. Seriously, dont look up the price of some of these

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Enjoy!

Detachable Shorts

Of course this feature was a need in the trouser world, think about the people with hot knees

I think it would be funny if Luffy wore this and undo the buckles to get into fight mode. The trouser equivalent of putting down the straps in your crocs.

Tits Out. [period]

Your arms are always cold? Hate vests? Well this is for you!

Still, i think this is so fitting for Zoro, we respect our tits out king and adds a little bit of himbo energy i appreciate.

Oda draws weird shit like this all the time

Yes this item was for sale and not on etsy. Why? beats me but here we are

I think its a nice refference to pre timeskip Nami outfits, but it actually fits into the post timeskip fanservice theme. I seriously see Nami wearing that.

Cool but why

Its a cool recycling project but im not even going to talk why brands selling these upset me.

I think i would be a fitting addition to Usopp's funky hats collection. Not only he would pull it off, he would steal the desing and make one himself like the king he is.

Pretty but WHYYY

I really like the effect and sawing this fabric is hard af but is more of a texture thing for me. Also my little practical self is screaming at this gloves but i see the aesthetic pleasing side i guess

So naturally i gave the gay gloves to Sanji. Tell you you cant picture him wearing these with his WCI white suit, come on do it, lie to me.

A classic we love to hate

Not you Chopper you are a delight. Im talking about the clear plastic backpacks. In case you missed thia trend, the issues with this are as clear as the bag itself.

So naturally, bc he always carries one, i gave the backpack to Chopper. Hope he fills it with colorful candy

I have vivid memories of this being a thing at some point

This are more of a pre timeskip item since they are from mis 2000's but yeah. They are useless, impractical and they offend me

Yet, i think Robin could've feature a look in a filler or something with these...anklets? I guess? Not the most far fetched imo

Cut and pin.

Not an issue of looks but of pricing. This are cute little tops but overpriced af, they just cut it and pin it.

Nevertheless, they scream Franky to me. They even kinda follow Franky's own stiches on his chest lmao

At a lost for words

I just dont get it. This is not a price thing, just a ok but why? thing.

If someone can do weird shit and get away with it is Brook and i love him for it. He could show up one day at Sunny wearing his coat backward and i wouldnt question it. I imagine him wearing that as a fancy look in a movie. He already wears high heels on the reg, and idk why but i know he has a pair of fishnets.

This fuck me up to this day

I dont mind the ilusion drawing idea, but seeing a whole rack of these in a sleep deprived state kinda fucks up your mind. I dont think it was a clever trend for clothes tho and im glad it died away.

I dont think Jinbe would wear the shirt, but hear me out. His kimono but in that stile, custom made. One day Usopp, Chopper and Luffy will paint it in and is going to be hilarious to see Jinbe walking around like a Father that let his kids do his hair and nails.

You can find more idiot post like this in my tag #straw hats as i make no promise of quality but i have fun

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sleepy-cat-maniac · 6 months

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The Confusion of dress codes

You know you have a constitutional right to keep and bear arms?

let me tell you a little something with the dress codes, it kinda violates this is you look at it a certain way "The Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution- A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed. Think about it "bear arms" The upper arm includes the shoulder as well as the area between the shoulder and elbow joint. Think about it more, why couldnt I show my shoulder blade in middle school? What about my right to bare arms, lol. (That was a small joke, bear and bare have different meanings-)

Some more bullshi, i found this photo on google.

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Im dead, these dress codes got me trippin. Dress codes are low-key greatly overexaggerated by school administrators and school officials, like there is no reason the dress codes should exist. Whos stupid idea was it anyway??????? Who made the dess code become a thing, what stupid idiots made the person that made the dress codes a thing, an idea???? 💀

Its a restriction on students self-identity honestly, it makes you unable to express yourself, restricts your right of freedom.

But im honest here, the high school im in doesnt really follow the dress codes. Well most of the teachers dont care, i believe my middle school was on top of it 24/7.

(o_o)

[(As a article says) ---But more recently, dress codes have come up as an equity issue after reports that Black students, girls, and LGBTQ students across the country are disproportionately affected by school dress codes. Some districts have imposed harsh punishments on those groups of students, including in- or out-of-school suspensions, for violations of dress codes. ]

honestly gimmie a list, ill name reasons why its a stupid bitc ah rule.

Dress codes specifically target clothes typically worn by woman and a few on guys which are only "cant wear sagging pants or muscle shirts" .. but i do have two questions for that. What if a GUY violates the dress code for girls? What if your trans, which way does the dress code turn? What if you have no gender, what then? What if you dont have any clothes besides clothes that violate the dress code, your basically making poeple spend money if thats the case. What if your insecure about the other clothes you have, what if your scared of not being "attractive"?

In middle school i used to enjoy wearing pj's to school, i felt cute and i personally love lounge clothes, it was then ruined by that dum ah dress code that doesnt make any sense. LIKE PLEASE HOW TO PJ'S DISTRACT, REVEAL ANYTHINGGGGGG. ITS JUST A CUTE FIT.

(ovo)

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ngl, u guys beat the system 😭

#dress codes #dumbification #im dumb #like 😭😭😭#I #am #im losing it

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Honeymoon's over

hii I love your writing sm!! could I request something where the reader and eddie are in a relationship but the “honeymoon phase” is over so he stopped doing all of the cutesy things he did when he was trying to win them over and it makes the reader feel kinda bad and they fight about it ❤️❤️

❤

Angst at the start, fluffy with lots of reassurance. ❤ short lil fic, sour, then sweet ❤

The honeymoon phase was officially over

It had been two weeks and all of the cutesy stuff Eddie had done to win her over had done just stopped.

No more sweet gestures, or buying her flowers. No more cute little dates and being super, super attentive.

Of course, she knew he still loved her, He told most days, she knew that but It would be nice for him to show it to her.

Maybe she was being silly, maybe not but it was still bugging her.

"Eddie, she pouts and gently tugs the sleeve of his Hellfire t-shirt. She just needed a little reassurance and to talk this out with him because she was overthinking far too much.

"Yeah princess?". He peers down at her with his beautiful brown eyes.

"Okay, this may sound silly but It's just you haven't done any of the gestures you did when we first started dating. You still love me right?".

He gapes at her.

"Of course I love you, I tell you every day". She sighs sadly.

"Used to be every day, you haven't in days". He thinks on this then frowns.

"You're being ridiculous y/n you know I love you". He looks really irritated and it pisses her off even more.

"You don't need to be an ass, Eddie, it just made me feel a little bad okay?". He stares at her stunned.

"It's stupid is what it is". She feels her stomach tighten in anger.

"So I'm stupid am I?". He groans and face palms.

"I didn't say you were stupid. I said you were acting stupid y/n". She huffs and feels tears pool in her eyes.

"It's practically the same thing". She snaps.

"Jesus H Christ no it isn't''. He growls in frustration.

"See this is why I didn't want to say anything but you were all lovey-dovey before and now we've been dating for months you don't act like that".

"You're still being ridiculous. I don't need to do gestures all the time to show how much I love you". He sighs and gets up going to make some coffee.

He just didn't understand. She didn't want grand, romantic gestures but flowers and telling her he loved her. Was that so out of the question?

Dont cry, don't cry, she can't help it, she sniffs wiping her eyes and hurries away to the bedroom and cuddles up on his bed.

Was she being stupid? Eddie follows her inside and softens completely.

"No sweetheart, don't cry. God, I love you so much, come here. I'm so sorry". He pulls her onto his knee and resists for a minute but eventually just really wants his comforting presence and cuddles up close to him.

"I'm sorry too, was just getting anxious, overthinking things". He kisses her forehead.

"I love you baby so much and I'm gonna make sure I tell you every fucking day and show you, never ever think that I don't love you because I do. You're the love of my life"

Her fears calm and she kisses him.

"I love you too Ed's so much" he kisses her once more, and they cuddle up and he begins to read her a new chapter of The Hobbit.

❤❤

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson request

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kalopses-sonderes · 2 years

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Sweet Air, Dangerous Air

‼️Discontinued

…

“Im sorry, but we cant let you leave my dear Baker..”

An unfamiliar cookie says while walking up to you and red velvet.

“And who are you supposed to be?” You say annoyed.

“How rude of me, im Pure Vanilla.” He says with his signature smile.

“Hes not very ‘pure’ if you ask me..” Red Velvet whispers.

“Thats cool and all, but let us out. Ive had enough of this, i have a headache, and im ready to leave.” You cross your arms, Red Velvet pulls you behind his back.

“Headache you say? Come here, i can help!” Pure vanilla walks slowly closer to you, Red Velvet and you back up.

“Yeah no, sounds like a beginning of a horror movie.”

Pure Vanilla stops in his tracks. “Whats a ‘horror movie’?”

“Doesn’t really matter, just open the doors.” Red velvet says.

“I cant do that, especially if Baker is with a disgrace of a cookie. Guards, take him away. Maids, please escort Baker to their room.” Pure vanilla was getting irritated but couldn’t let Baker see that on him so he just smiled.

Red Velvet and you were backed up into a corner. “If you comply nothing bad will happen.” One of guards said.

Pure Vanilla starts to walk away but before he does, “Make sure Baker is unharmed, if they are.. I will see to you personally..”

~2 hours later~

You were stuck in room with no windows and huge doors. The maids forced you to wear ballroom type outfit because ‘Someone of high status must wear clothes to match.’ You’ve banged on the doors, tried to break the walls, everything. The room was a complete mess by the time you were done. You took of the ballroom outfit and ripped it to shred, and switched to some shorts/skirt(with pockets) and a formal shirt. You were laying on some ripped clothes trying to catch your breath.

You heard footsteps approaching the doors and stopping in front.

“Baker needed time to.. heal and reflect on what happened. They were with a cookie of darkness, controlling and brainwashing them to think we’re the bad guys. Since they dont have Red Velvet whispering in their ear to tell them what to do, they are coming to their sense, slowly.” Pure Vanilla said outside the door.

That bastard! How dare he! You thought.

You got up and stomped to the door to make sure whoever else is out there hears you. “I have not been brainwashed you complete idiot!”

“Being, aggressive, is healing and reflecting?” Said a different voice. Definitely deeper than Red velvets and pure vanillas.

“They must be fighting for control of their own mind from Red Velvet-”

“What the hell!? What sick thoughts must be going through your mind to think of something so stupid!” You bang on the doors.

“They have a mouth on them.” A different voice giggles. Its more feminine then theirs.

“Once I get out of this room. Vanilla, Im gonna fucking kil-” You were interrupted by a siren going on.

There was whispering outside the door, then, their footsteps quickly retreating.

“Wait! Whats happening!” Your voice was drowned out by more footsteps and the siren.

You back away from the door, You better be ok Red Velvet.

The ground under you starts to lift, you lift the rug off the floor and see an underground door. Someones head pops out of the door, they have black hair and a creepy robe on.

“Hello ba-” You scream and stomp on the door, forcing his head back in the ground.

“Baker its us!” A familiar muffled voice. You lift the door back open and see Red Velvet next to the mystery guy.

“Who is that?” You ask.

“Oh, Im-”

“Actually i dont care, can we just leave?” You then crawl into the space.

…

You, Red Velvet, and the mystery cookie had been running from the castle. They never said where, but just to follow close behind. Its gotten dark out, the sky fades from the pink ombre to pitch black. The only thing lighting your path, is the moon.

“Stop! Where are we even going!?” You say out of breath, leaned over hands on your thighs.

“Wait- you never told them!?” The mystery cookie whisper yells to red velvet. In return Red velvet rolled his eyes.

“We’re heading to the tower of chaos, we need to get there as fast at possible. Come on, hop on my back I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” You instantly got on his back, happy to avoid running any longer.

You weren’t too far from The Tower of Chaos, but by the time you made it you were asleep. You doors open letting you all in, red velvet and someone had a chat while you were slowly waking up. Keeping yours eyes closed and your body limp to listen in on whats happening.

“Is that them?” A more feminine voice says.

“Mhm.”

“Good, master is waiting in the room on the left. She says she only wants Red velvet and them there.” Red velvet then proceeded to move, you could here doors creak open.

The atmosphere of the room changed. They air seemed more thick and suffocating.

“Your finally back..” Another feminine voice said, bit their tone is completely different. It was hard for you to keep pretending to be asleep so you start to open yours eyes, letting yourself get use to the light. “Seems they’re awake too.”

You start to squirm on Red velvets back, trying to get off and get a better view of who’s in front of you both. He lets you down and you look up to see someone with a staff, large horns, and dressed in black and red. They start to wall towards you, leaving a good distance between the both of you.

“My dear Ba-”

“Dont, just call me (name). Baker just makes me uncomfortable.” You bluntly say, interrupting them.

“Alright, (name), we’re here to help you.”

“That weird vanilla guy said that, now look at the predicament.” You say causing red velvet to snort.

“Who ever trust him is a fool, hes nothing but a lying manipulative bastard!”They slam their staff on the ground. “How rude of me, i never introduced myself. I’m, Dark Enchantress Cookie.”

“Thats cool and all, but those weird cookies will eventually find us and i need to get home.” You try to rub the bridge of your nose, which is nonexistent in this form so you end up hitting your self the middle of your face. Wondering how you can somehow still smell.

The room become silent after you said that, dark enchantress just smiles at you. You look over at Red Velvet and the other cookie, they’re avoiding eye contact with you. They both look like little children that caught in a lie and can’t defend themself anymore. So you repeat yourself, “We are going to find me a way home, correct?” They continue to avoid your gaze.

You take a deep breath, tasting the air on your tongue. Sweet, just too sweet. You then piece it all together. You’re not going home, nobody wants to help you. They were using you, for what? The title of having some person that was transferred into their world thats somehow this godly baker that created them on their side. You wanted to punch Red Velvet so hard he cracks into millions of pieces, you thought he was your knight in shinning armor, but those are only true in fairytales. This is no fairytale, just a pure nightmare that has no end. You look around at the cookies in front of you, your eyes stop on Dark Enchantress. She clearly has all the power.

While you were lost in thought Dark Enchantress called for her servants to bring you to your room. You only noticed when something gripped your arm. “I do hope you enjoy your room.” Dark enchantress starts to giggle that blows into a fill blown maniacs laugh. You give one last disappointment look to Red velvet before leaving with the servants.

…

Hours passed, you were searching the room up and down for an escape. Theres one window, it opens but your room is over 50 floors high.

Your exhaustion started to catch up with you, you looked like you were seconds from collapsing. You sat on the bed and heard a light crunch, you shot up and saw nothing where you sat. you felt your back pockets and felt something in one. It was a crumpled ripped piece of paper. There were words clearly hurriedly wrote down.

Dear Baker,

Tower of choaa

if yoyr by widows and bird comes by give it a letter explaining your situation

we’ll send helpp

By,

Words were misspelled and you didn’t know who it was by.

“Anything to get out of this hell hole.” You leaned on the window, opening it up. The wind hit you and almost through you to the ground. “Since when was wind this strong..” you mumble.

you leaned out the window looking around for a bird. Nothing was insight besides clouds that littered the sky. To pass the time you used the notebook and pen thag was sitting in the room to write a letter. As you were about to sign your name, a bird comes and lands on the window seal. You looked at the bird, nothing seemed special about it. No extra wings or eyes, no extra claws. Just an average bird.

Instead of putting your name you put ‘Baker’ to see what would happen. You held out your hand with the letter out and the bird took it away and flew away into the abyss of clouds. “This, will be interesting…” you mumble.