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“Nature’s Calling.” (Atsumu Miya x F. Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

An: Heyyy guyssss! It’s been a while! Sorry for making y’all wait so fucking long! 😭 A lot of things happened last month that hindered me from posting this. Anyway! This is just another clingy fox boyfriend scenario and I love the sound of rain. So why not mix the two together. 😩💕 He makes me go crazy. Also, this is my first fic of the year so…yaaay!

Synopsis: Atsumu is spending his time at the local gym with you while the rain is pouring hard outside. So what happens next?

WARNING: NSFW‼️, Atsumu being a dumbass, making out, oral, sex, tight space (you’ll know why lol), GRAMMAR/barely proofread

Take your time reading and dive into the story ✨☺️

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The rain looked like it was getting heavier every minute. You watched it fall in the gym’s parking lot as you stood in front of the front door.

It looked like light snowfall from streetlights in the large space. Contrary to the rain pummeling hard on the surface.

“Babe? Whatcha ya’ doing?” Atsumu asked, lifting 40 pound dumbbells up and down, while he stared at your back and down to your plump ass under your black fitted shorts. You turned to his direction, seeing his glistening body flex while he lifted. Even his deep V peeking a bit. You jogged towards him. “It’s getting worse outside, we should call it a night before —“

“Excuse me. We’re about to close in 15 minutes . Please wrap up what you’re doing and get home safely. The gym staff said, preparing for store closing. “Ho…” he slowly dropped his dumbbell to either side of his body, looking bummed from the sudden announcement. “Yeah, babe.” You said softly,looking up at him. He looked at the front door and saw the heavy rainfall and said, “Yo! Can we wait till the rain stops? It’s crazy out there.” He turned to the man who was cleaning up the equipment. “I’m sorry but we need time to get this done so that we can have a smooth closing process.” Plus you are the only two customers in here — for almost three hours. Just go home already. The staff mentally noted while he wiped the weights.

“Tch. Damn it.” He sucked his teeth in annoyance. He really wanted to prepare for the next tournament in good shape than he already is. “Alright,” he sighed. “let’s get ready to go, baby.” Sadly putting the dumbbells down in its station and throwing his sweat towel over his shoulder.

“Thank you for coming!” The staff said sarcastically. “Please get home safely.” Another staff member said, quickly locking the door in front of you two and walking to the supply room in the back door to help his team. You and atsumu’s eyes followed the staff who was happily inside. Dry and warm. While you both stood outside in the rain like abandoned puppies. “That bastard. He can’t even be bothered to —“ the rain suddenly poured down harder. He quickly snapped his head around to see and pulled you closer to him. You face snuggled in his warm clothed chest — avoiding to look at the scene. “Let’s make a run for the car.” He mumbled, looking down at you with a small grin before kissing your forehead softly. You nodded and smiled softly at him.

He held your hand and shouted “Let’s go!” But before you could run, the world tilted on its axis as atsumu picked you up. “Tsumu!” You grabbed on the hem of his hoodie from behind while he carried you on his shoulder, running to his car.

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The rain dropped hard while you two sat in the car listening to it. Filling the thick silence between you two.

Well this is embarrassing. He mentally noted.

“We should’ve left early.” He gave a dry laugh, looking around the parking lot from inside the car. He shook his hand in his hair drenched hair . Some Splashing a bit on your face. “Tsumu! What the hell!” You pouted, wiping your cheeks. his grey sweats were a bit soaked too. He’s so stupid sometimes. You mentally noted. You told him to leave early but he was stubborn to leave — now look what happened. Kicked out and stuck inside the car. With a clingy fox-like boyfriend. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, looking out the window from your side, watching the rain drops falling down a puddle at the end of the parking lot. “Let’s go home, baby.” He pressed the start button and turned to look at you.

Atsumu watched you with a pout on his face. He knew he should’ve listened to you. “Babe, I’m -

Brmmmm!

Your phones vibrates simultaneously. “Hm?” He hummed, picking up yours instead. You turned and looked at the bright source in the car. “Weather alert: HEAVY RAINFALL UNTIL 9PM. POTENTIAL FLOODING. DO NOT DRIVE UNTIL RAIN CLEARS.”

you stared at the screen blankly — not saying anything. He looked at your blank face illuminated by the bright screen.

“I’m soowee baby.” He whined playfully, quickly nuzzling his face in your neck while he pulled you close. “. I didn’t mean ta’ be so stupid!” He continued, rubbing his face against your soft skin. “I love ya so much baby.” He kept Begging for your forgiveness, you closer your eyes in annoyance by his wet hair rubbing against your cheek. “Okay! Okay!” You said, finally giving in. He lifted his head — his dark brown eyes looking deep into yours. “Thank you ~.” He smiled widely before kissing your lips softly. “Just don’t do it again.” You said, your lips getting peppered with kisses playfully. “Mmm.” He hummed, smacking his lips against yours once more. “I promise.” He said lowly, chuckling softly.

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The sounds of the heat circulating through the car felt so good. Especially the wet kisses he was leaving on your neck while you watched videos on TikTok. “Mmm.” He moaned softly, caressing your midsection under your shirt. You cheeks felt hot in the middle of his cuddles. “Mm.” You whimpered, he kissed your favorite spot that makes your pulse flutter, earning a soft chuckle from him. “Mmm..Tsumu.” You panted, distracted by his lingering kiss on your favorite spot and his warm palm brushing up and down your stomach, lovingly.

A loud funny voice from a TikTok video stopped him in his tracks and looked down at the screen. He gave a throaty groan as he watched the funny video while he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment before going back to his task. After a while, you put your phone down and looked out the window as he so. A comfortable silence was felt between you two while the rain fell on the roof and the windshield of the car.

You just want to go home. Hoping for the rain to calm down. As if he read your mind, he moved away from your neck and turned your head to face him. “Ya okay, baby. It’s gonna go away soon” he said. “Okay?” He asked again, making sure you’re not worried as he caressed your cheek. “Mm.” You nodded slowly. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna get home.” He mumbled, leaning closer before his lips met yours. Deep yet slow passionate kisses filled the air inside the car. His hand slid back down and underneath your shirt— brushing his fingers against your tummy. “Mm.” You moaned, loving the way his lips never left yours, dancing with it slowly, rhythmically.He knows how to clear your mind in so many ways. The slow lip smacking sounds mixed well with the pattering sound of the rain.

“Ah.” You panted softly, feeling his warm hand slide down and in between your inner thighs, gently stroking it. “Mmm.” He moaned in the passionate kisses, feeling how warm your skin was getting. His fingers crossed over to brush your clothed pussy. “Mm.” You whimpered, quivering from the brush-like strokes, making you break the kiss. “Tsumu.” You breathed out, looking down at the fingers brushing it in circles, rewarding him with another soft moan.

“Let me see them baby.” He whispered. You removed the straps from your shoulders and pulled your strapped tank top down, shyly. Revealing your plump breasts, your hard pebbled nipples always looking ready to be sucked on. “Wow.” He sighed, staring at them in awe when you gently tugged them with your fingers. looking even more erect than it naturally is already. you turned your body a bit in the cramp space of your seat to get more friction on his fingers and to feel his crafty appendage on your pebbled nipples. He rested his elbow on the mid console and leaned over. You rested your hands on his shoulders and your foot on the end of the seat as you watched his fingers brush your clothed clit and his mouth wrap around your erect nipple from in between.

The gratified moans left your throat and rang in his ears while he fiddled with your clothed clit and sucked your nipples. “Here?” He whispered knowingly, looking up at you while he slowly licked your nipple. You tilted your head to the side, nodding to his ministrations, exhaling while scratching his undercut, lovingly. He was still looking up at you while he flicked your erect nipple. You were squirming under his fingers that brushed your clothed pussy so well. His tongue has gotten even more watery from the sight that you started hearing the wet sounds coming from it. “M-mmm.” You moaned, your fingers trembling on his shoulders. “Ah-Unnh” you pushed your chest closer to his mouth, sighing from the feathery sensation from the way his warm and watery muscle licked your hard and sensitive nipple. It felt so good, licking it right in the center — just how you like it. And then, sucking it gently.

After a while, a wet pop rang in your ears and he moved up to leave kisses on your neck. “Unh.” Your head fell back, feeling his calloused fingers stroking your thighs in a feathery. His warm palms grazing your skin making you caress his the sides of his neck — needy for more. “Let’s take this off.” He whispered, sliding them up to the waistline of your fitted shorts while still lingering on your neck.

You looked around — worried. searching the parking lot for any person or thing, that might see you and your boyfriend. Since he parked under the light pole. How dumb. He leaned back and followed your eyes. “It’s just us, baby.” He assured, “the doors are locked too. Wanna check?” He chuckled, earning a light smack on his chest. “But babe —“ “I want to make it up to ya’.” His fingers brushed your sides, making you shiver as he waited for you to answer. You looked around the area again and from the back window. He waited patiently while admiring your flushed beauty. You sighed and looked at him. “Just this once.” You said lowly, as if somebody was watching you two. “Okay, baby.” He hummed and kiss your lips, gently.

Soon after, he helped you take off your shorts and panties. “Mmm.” He grinned, getting a glimpse of your pretty pussy, glistening thanks to the lights inside the car and the light pole outside, luckily. “Sit back baby.” He pulled back to adjust the seat — lowering it a bit. You stared up at the ceiling inside the car and breathed a bit deeply. He gently spread your legs open and lifted your right leg to rest on the armrest on your side. He bent over and started leaving slow kisses on chest and down to your tummy. “Just relax baby.” He mumbled, catching you looking out the window for anyone. His continuing left hand brushed your deep inner thighs. Making you look down at his tasks, distracting you.

The way his soft palm brushed your left inner thigh, you moved it to the side a bit to give him more room — to feel more of the gentle caress. “Mmm.” You moaned, his fingers slid down your thigh, brushing the tips on your outer folds, softly. Soon after, You gasped expertly started digging in between your inner folds. Brushing it side to side, slowly opening you up. “Ya so warm, baby.” He praised, leaning down to look at your puffy pussy lips. You panted while you watched him rub our folds. He bit his bottom lip as he so until he slid them down and up to your clit — making your buck your hips up from the sensation. He chuckled and looked at you. You blushed hard at his gaze while the rain drops fell down hard — adding to the pleasuring atmosphere.

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“Huuungggh” you groaned heavily, turning your head to the side while he edged your clit so well. Slowly and steadily. His fingers brushing so… softly. tweaking it to get more out of you. “Mmmm.” You but your bottom lip, relishing your pussy getting massaged by his crafty fingers. He slid them down and up and flicked your clit. “So sexy, baby.” He said thickly, watching your hips roll up against his fingers, covering them with your warm slickness. You bucked your hips, your throbbing clit meeting his calloused fingertips every time. “Haaa…yeah. Like that.” Praising him breathlessly, circling your hips while he rubbed it slowly — almost like stroking a cat’s soft ear.

His strokes were sparking fires in your lower stomach. “Ugh.” Moaning as you rolled your hips up to meet his feather-light strokes on his slippery fingertips.

breathing heavily, you felt your release getting closer. So you grounded your hips and rolled your hips up — getting your clit stroked with his soft fingers. your pussy quickly started pulsating — making you pant quickly until you whined; grabbing onto the hem of your tank top for some kind of control. Short spurts of your fluids fell on his fingers while he continued stroking it, softly. you grunted heavily each time you released your fluids:

Rubs, “Ugh…” — squirt

Rubs, “Aghhh…” — squirt,

Rubs, ”U-unngh…” and squirt.

You quivered heavily from the last spurt. He hummed in satisfaction — he loves a squirter. He leaned over in between your legs. “M-mm!.” You whimpered, shivering when you felt his lips give a quick peck on your sore puffy clit, earning another quick short spurt afterwards. He chuckled. “Look how puffy your clit looks now.” Smiling at his work. However, he didn’t want to stop there. “Tsumu.” You whined, almost sounding like a cry, watching him lower his head between your legs in such a cramped space. You haven’t cooled down enough from the first orgasm. “Jus’ wanna taste you.” He mumbled, angling his head and sticking out his tongue.

“a-aunhh!.” You twitched, the sudden fluttering sensations prickled all over your body as his tongue started licking your puffy clit, side to side. “Oh god” you panted shallowly, watching the wet digit graze it so well. Feeling very hot, you to look out the window. Your chest heavily as the appendage swiped your slowly in circles. “Ahh..”then closing your eyes, you listened to the relaxing raindrops and the pure thrilling sensations on your clit. After a while, The quiet space mixed with your heavy exhales and rain drops were the only two things that filled thick the air. “Mmmmm.” You moaned, resting your hand on his head, gently scratching it as he left soft pecks right on your erect clit. The wet gentle pecks added tingles in your lower tummy. Rewarding him with a a few of your breaths hitching satisfyingly. “Yeah…don’t stop baby.” You whispered, caressing his hair messily and pushing it back to the side as you began slowly bucking your hips to his kissable mouth.

You lifted your left leg and hooked it over his shoulders to give him more room. And for you, a more better view of him sucking and kissing your puffy clit and the sheer friction that you’re receiving. “Ungh…y-yeah…suck it.” You groaned thickly, watching his puckered lips sucking it passionately. His soft and warm lips felt so good around your throbbing clit. You eventually started humping it as he so. the sounds from the car seat creaking — mixing with the sucking sounds from his lips, as you so. “Agh! Y-Yeah!” humming from the overtaking pleasure, your clit throbbing relentlessly. The rapid sounds of his sucking from your hips bucking feverishly echoed inside the car. “Fuck!” You whispered out, your release getting closer and closer. You lifted your right leg from that rested on the armrest and bucked quickly agaisnt his mouth — making your leg dangle in the air. “A-aungh!” You cried erotically, abruptly twitching in your seat, pushing his head deeper, sucking it harder as you relish the remaining sparks of your of your orgasm.

A wet pop from his lips, he pulled back and took off his black t-shirt. Licking his lips, he reached out for your hand. You eyes followed his direction as he puts it inside his sweat shorts. You gasped, feeling his sheath — hard and hot. “Do your thing, baby.” He mumbled, biting his lips, looking down with anticipation. erection.

You stroked his girth, gently. Feeling some of the veins against your fingers. He pulled his cock out with your hand, “Yeah…that’s nice.” He moaned lowly, Receiving a better view of your hand doing its task. His gratified moans was heard from this throat. You looked up at him — his head resting on the headrest with his eyes closed while he gave a few throaty moans. The only sound that rang in your ears despite the constant raindrops. You shyly looked back down at your slow strokes; eventually rubbing your fingers around the mushroom tip in circles. Earning an open mouth sigh from him. You quietly leaned over, resting your knees on the cushion, and kissed the pinkish tip. He twitched. “You’re a sneaky one, aren’t ya.” He chuckled, slowly opening his eyes. “Ooh.” He said lowly, feeling your warm lips wrapping aroind his cock and slowly bobbing down the length. “Yeah…slow baby. Just like that.” He bit his bottom lip, and stroked your back, gently.

After a few minutes, he began rolling his hips up to your mouth. Your tongue glided around the sheath, feeling your tongue swipe against the veins. Placed hand atop your head and Bucking into your roughly yet steadily. “Gak!” You gagged, the tip poking the back of your throat. He moaned as it did, listening to light wet sounds each time it entered your needy mouth. “Mmmmm.” He growled, brushing your back lovingly while you focused on sucking the tip.

Head fell back on the headrest— a Long breathless sigh left his lips while his dark brown eyes looked around the empty parking lot.

“Come’re” he lifted your head up and cupped your cheeks. Your soft lips looks sore that his lips met yours deeply. Tasting yourself and his own — mixing the two together. “Get on my lap.” He whispered, breaking the kiss. Without a word, you did.

Well. He does owe me, right? You mentally noted.

You know having sex with him in the car is a roller coaster— literally. And, uncomfortable because of the tight space inside of the car too. Which is why you’d only settle for cuddles. His rough passionate sex turns you into a hot mess — all the time.

He pushed his seat back to get a better view of your beautiful body above him and he helps you get to his side of the car until he pulled you close to his chest. He gasped when he felt your erect nipples rub against his chest. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you rubbed it against him playfully, earning a playful moan from him. “Mmm. That feels nice, baby.” He grinned, looking into your eyes as you so, rewarding you with throaty moans. He raised his head and his warm mouth captured your tit — sucking it lovingly like he’s kissing you deeply and slowly. “M-mmm’.” You moaned softly, feeling his crafty tongue flicking your nipple. You steered your body side to side while he licked it.

Breaking away from your puffy nipple, he got himself comfortable. Pushing the car seat back, Stretching out his legs and then spreading it apart. You giggled when he pulled you down closer to him — knowing that he’s gonna fuck so good. You spread your legs apart thanks to your knees resting on his thighs. Your hand slid in between and stroked his cock. He held your hand with his and slowly rubbed the tip against pussy. Gliding it up and down your pussy. “Ahh.” You moaned, the warmth feeling so good in your folds and then circling it around your puffy clit. Your circled your hips for friction as he so — your warm arousal glossing his cock the tip. “Oh baby…” you breathed out, humping it steadily, up and down. His dark brown arbs stared in yours deeply. Relishing your nipples rubbing against his chest and your warm pussy circling his hard cock.

With his hand wrapped around yours, he slid his girth in between your slick folds once more and helped you align it to your cunt. Feeling the tip poke your entrance, your pussy throbbed by the feeling as he waited for your signal to go. You then slowly pushed it in. Slowly taking him inside while you sunk on it —letting go of his girth once the tip was inside. A shaken moaned left his lips when you leaned back to seat yourself properly.

Your hands slid down to his chest and you applied some of your weight on it when you began rolling your hips steadily on his sheath — getting adjusted to his length. He rested his hand on your lower back and the other on the back of your thigh while you Roughly yet gently, grind on his cock. Arching your back, you feel it massaging your tight plush walls while the tip poked your sweet spot, over and over. “Ooh.” You breathed out, relishing the warm friction of the length stroke you so well. “Mmmmm.” you continued, rocking your hips roughly and slowly, pushing your ass back to feel his entire length graze your walls. It felt so good . Especially the veins on his cock that added to the pleasure you were receiving.

A few moments passed and you increased your pace. Riding his cock with so much want while his body was rocking below you. You watch his blissed face while you panted. His face was turned to the side with his eyes closed while he bit his bottom lip. His head getting pushed up against the headrest while he was relishing your warm tight cunt squeezing around him. Soon after, his throaty guttered moans echoed inside the car — which made you clench his length and ride him a bit quicker. Suddenly, the wet sounds coming from your sobbing cunt was ringing in his ears. “Aauuungh.” He groaned deeply, feeling you squeeze his cock tightly, on purpose. “Ug-unnhhh.” He was getting completely taken away by your ministrations — feeling putty underneath you. You smiled softly at his pure reactions and leaned over to kiss him deeply. “Mmmmm~.” He moaned, smacking his lips against yours, passionately.

He slid his hands up to your hips. Gripping it push it back and forth on his length roughly.“Ahh…fuck baby.” He said deeply, seemingly in a daze while he admired your beautiful form rocking above his. Your warm exhales fell on his face as you so. “Ride it, baby.” He whispered, looking down in between to see his cock covered in your arousal. Warm and glistening in the light every time you lifted your hips. He smacked your ass cheeks roughly and kneaded it to reward you while he watched. Soon after, he began bucking his hips to meet yours — earning a few of your breaths hitching. Echoing in his ears. He thrusted his cock into your sobbing cunt with good measure each time you sunk on it — rewarding him shaken pants and your body quivering from his deep thrusts.

“Oh baby.” You moaned erotically, your ass bouncing on his thighs while his long strokes were rubbing your sweet spot so well. “You like that huh.” He looked up with a cocky smile. He pulled your hips down to his to deepen his thrusts and gripped it; not wanting to be at least an inch away from your clenching pussy. “Oh yeah..” you panted, lifting your head up, your pussy making thick sticky sounds of your arousal smothering his pelvis.

A few more controlled thrusts, He spread his legs further apart and gripped your knees from underneath. The sudden shifting made yelp as your feet rest atop thighs now, your right hand holding onto the armrest and the other resting on top of the center console. He smirked at your pussy in full view: your wet folds spread out more and your pretty puffy clit. “A-ah!” You leaned on your side, quivering as he started thrusting in your cunt quickly. “Ooooh. Fuuuck.” He breathed out, watching his quick controlled thrusts making your body quiver. “Mmm!” He bit his bottom lip, gripping your knees underneath roughly and increasing his pace while you clenched him relentlessly.

“Ts-sumu!” Your tits bounced around feverishly from his ministrations. The wet sounds grew louder quickly — mixed with your breathless moans. “Mmmrgh.” He whined deeply, relishing your tight warmth, and eyeing your suckable nipples bouncing in his face. “Ah!” You whimpered, quivering when you felt his feather light touches brush your waist — up and down and around your soft glistening skin. You head fell back and you closed your eyes. The sounds of his cocking slamming in your sobbing cunt and it poking your sweet spot sparked a prickling feeling in your stomach — beginning to make your clit throb from the fluttering sensations. “Haaa…haa..” you panted, bucking down to meet his deep relentless thrusts. You started to feel your walls trembling — “A-Ah! Ah!” you gasped rapidly, feeling your release coming soon. His hands gripped your thighs from underneath and pushed it back, the heel of your feet digging in his thigh. He raised himself and bucked feverishly in your cunt. “Uuuuungh!” He hissed, rolling his hips up roughly, his skin slapping against your soaked pussy, rapidly. “Heh! That’s it.” He chuckled, staring hardly at your pussy slowly oozing out white fluids — covering his cock. You warm fluids dripped on his length. Creaming his cock lovingly and yours too every time slammed into you. Soon after, he reached out to rub his thumb against your clit. Your head snapped down and watched it brush your clit softly in contrast to his feverish thrusts. Your body tensed up and felt putty each second. “Mmmm.” You whimpered, the friction on your clit fluttering all over your body. You’re were about to come. Very soon. “Yeah! Yeah!” He whispered, rubbing your clit while your walls squeezing him all too well, making him push his cock into you roughly. “G’head baby.” He said thickly. “Cum on my fucking cock.” Hissing at how tight you feel around his sheath.

Soon after, your clit was pulsating uncontrollably. “U-ugh!” You groaned, your hips pushed up and you cummed. your cum gushes out of you in fast, long spurts that manages land on his abs. “Oh!” He shouted, quickly gripping your hips and slamming into you frantically. “A-aah!” You cried, Your walls were crumbling around him, crazily. “Mm!” He moaned roughly, biting his bottom lip while he looked deep into you watery eyes. “Right there. “Right there…don’t stop, baby.” He said thickly, Sitting up and Pulling you down on his cock while he slammed into you. “Haa…fuck.” His mouth opened slowly, breathing heavily as he was feeling his climax getting closer, “yeah…” he breathed out. His fingers were digging into your hips — an iron grip on it that you couldn’t move around. “Right there, Tsumu!” You panted, his tip kept hitting your sweet spot making you pulsate and spurt out again, roughly. The wet slapping sounds rang inside the car, endlessly. “Unh!” You twitched under his iron grip, feeling completely putty after cumming again. “Ugh!” He growled loudly; a few more quick thrusts, he gave a long strangled-like moan when his cum shoots in your walls while he struggled to keep going — twitching while his breath was hitching heavily until he froze. His warm fluids shooting inside you while he held you tightly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Heavy breathes echoed inside the car. Your pussy was throbbed by his cock twitching inside your soaked cunt. “Shit. I swear to god your pussy is on another level, baby.” He said breathlessly, resting his head back on the headrest while his chest heaved heavily. You hummed. Leaning over to his chest to cuddle. You whined, shifting your sore legs from his iron grip and resting them on his sides. You began leaving kisses on his neck as a thank you for keeping his promise. He stared up at the car ceiling as you so, still relishing your warmth inside your cunt for a few more minutes before pulling his cock out. After a while, you rested your hand on his left cheek and your soft lips met his passionately. “Mmmm.” He moaned in the slow deep kisses and suddenly smacked your ass cheeks, earning a playful moan from you. He chuckled and kneaded your ass while both lips smacked one another, lovingly.

After a while, he broke the kiss and his hands slid up to massage your breasts. “We should do this more often, baby.” He grinned, his thumbs brushing your nipples, feathery. You giggled at his fox-like smile. “I think Mother Nature is tellin’ us somethin’” he added, wiggling his thick eyebrows. “You’re so stupid.” You have a breathless laugh and he followed. A few deep kisses later, both phones abruptly vibrated simultaneously. You lifted yourself from his chest and he whined as you reached out for his phone. “Oh. It says it’s safe to drive now.” You read the text message. Now that you mentioned it, you looked out the window and realized that the rain had stopped.

“Babe.” You looked down at him, hoping he heard you. He hummed in agreement and sat up. “I heard ya.” He wrapped an arm around you, resting his chin on your breasts, smiling softly. “What?” You giggled, brushing his hair. “Let’s egg the gym someday.” He announced, smiling devilishly. Your eyes widened. “For what —“ “For payback.” He mumbled. You sighed at the clingy man who was looked up at you for an a see while admiring your genuine beauty. You shook your head and said, “let’s go home. I wanna take a shower.”

“And we can have a round two?” He suggested.

“If you promise to not vandalize the gym.” You smiled. “That doesn’t sound like a good deal to me, baby.” He pouted, “we could’ve died out here, ya know.” You raised an eyebrow at his dumb remark. “Yeah while fucking in the midst of a deadly storm, Shut up! .” You shook your head and smacked his shoulder, pulling back to lift up your strapped tank top while he chuckled. He quickly leaned forward and sucked your nipple and flicked it quickly. “Tsumu!”

“What. They’re starin’ at me! They love me, see?” He flicked it playfully while he looked up at you.

“I’m taking the bus home.” You pulled up your top and forcefully unwrapped his arm off around you, and moved back to your seat. "Nooo." He whined, quickly pulling back — taking his sweat towel and started cleaning up with a pout on his face. You gave him a kiss on the cheek for listening to you a few minutes after.

“You see what happens when you listen? You get rewarded.” You giggled playfully, putting back your panties and shorts on. “Oh? What’s my reward, then?” He looked at you expectantly as he started the car. “You’re not sleeping on the couch tonight, babe.” You said, smiling while you put on your seatbelt. “Well…I was hoping for a round two in the shower. But I guess…that’s fair.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Just drive the damn car, Tsumu!” You crossed your arms and turned to look out the window, annoyed again.

“Yeees ma’am .” He dragged out, shifting the gear to drive. “I’m getting my guys to egg the gym though. Since you don’t want to.” He said, on purpose, driving to the parking lot’s exit.

You sighed and shook your head — pouting. He suddenly rested his hand on your thigh as a silent apology. He really doesn’t want to sleep on the couch.

You didn’t want to repeat yourself again.

Keep pushing your luck, Tsumu.

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theholypeanut · 5 months

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♪ To All The Girls You Loved Before ♪

Cw: gn!reader, Otoya slander, Otoya being a lovesick simp, Blood, mentioning of hooking up (not with reader), aged up characters (university), fluff?? kinda?? Mostly comedy I’d say, using words like whore or slut, but I promise it’s not serious I love Otoya, mentioning of STDs (guys why this cw gets weirder and weirder), Otoya is suggested to be bi here

1,3k words (I’m shocked too)

Birthday Fic for Otoya Eita!!

Otoya Eita was a whore.

Everyone knew it - at least everyone at the university, in the football club, gym, probably within a 50 kilometers radius from the dorms as well, including supermarkets, flower shops, game arcades, and even the cinema workers (oh they probably knew the best, seeing him every week taking another girl on the same romantic comedy).

Well, it was not a secret, and it was neither something that made you hate or despise him. You had no opinion about him until you met him.

And you met for the first time in the book shop, when you were looking into a new book by Yoko Ogawa.

Someone next to you dropped their book.

„Ouch, sorry” you heard a deep male voice. „I just accidentally dropped my modern feministic literature. My bad.” He picked up Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay from the floor. This scene was so ridiculous and obnoxious, you couldn’t hold the laughter.

„Did you literally pick the closest book with the word feminist in it?” You asked amused. He cleared his throat. „No, I’m a big fan of…” he took a quick peak at the cover. „…Roxane Gay”

You smirked and raised your eyebrow. „Ooh really? How did you like Five Guys; My Story of the Polygamist Hexagon?” Eita didn’t even blink. „Actually this one is my favorite” he said with absolutely no shame in his voice. You rolled your eyes with a smile. „It’s not a real book, dumbass. I made it up.”

Otoya was so used to interactions like this, that he didn’t feel offended at all. „Well sounds like a great read, maybe you should write something like this” he said, putting the book back on the shelf. „However if we start dating I don’t know if I want to have a… polygamist hexagon. Well, at least not with five guys”. He sent you a wink.

You looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement. „You are really something else, Otoya” you said, with a smile. „But I’m not gonna lie, that was probably the funniest and the dumbest conversation I had recently. Thanks” And you left him in between the shelves.

In the beginning, Otoya was planning to just woo you into going on a date with him because you seemed cute. But that was the moment when he fell hard - this bright smile, laughter… He knew his pickup line was awful but you were not really mean to him. You didn’t look at him with disgust. Even more: He never saw the most gorgeous human being with such a beautiful laugh and right now he was dedicated to getting to know you.

He started to come to the bookshop every single day - he was not obsessed enough to skip trainings (because he was not ready for Yukimiya to kick his ass) but even the elderly lady at the counter started to cheer up for him.

„You know, young gentleman” she said one evening, seeing him looking in between the shelves. „They are a student at the university close by, I assume they are in their second year since they were buying some textbooks recently” she gave him a hint. The next day Otoya gave her a bouquet of the prettiest flowers he could afford. He was dedicated to finding you. If you knew who he was, then you probably study together. Or did he date your friend? Multiple friends? He hoped not your sibling or mom because that for sure would make things complicated when he will finally propose.

Yes, this Otoya Eita, a town slut, was already preparing his wedding vows after one interaction.

„I have no idea what’s their name” he whined to Karasu during the break. „They were the most beautiful person I ever saw…”

„You say that about every second hook up, Eita” Karasu answered a little annoyed. It's been a week since he started making his failed love life everyone’s problem. Not like he wasn’t whining before, but usually it was after he cheated on a girl and she got angry, not before he even asked anyone out. „Also Jesus, why are you so fixated on the Feminist Book Stranger? You usually take rejection so lightly, I’m surprised to see you so…”

„Pathetic?” Chigiri suggested, as he was drinking water nearby.

„Pitiful?” Yukimiya added.

„…Lovesick” Karasu ended. Otoya signed dramatically. „You will be so jealous on my wedding, you will see”

„Well, I don’t think so” Chigiri said after taking another sip of water. „If they know your name, I assume they probably also know your dating history”

He knew. Otoya was well aware of his reputation, but till now he never really cared. Because he never expected to actually fall in love with someone, and even more he never was anxious that his soulmate might find him disgusting and pathetic.

„At least check yourself for STDs before trying to get into your future spouse’s pants” Reo added after listening to the whole conversation. „I don’t think chlamydia is the best way gift you can give them on the first date.”

Otoya took a mental note that even if he felt a little offended, this was not the worst advice.

And fate brought you together again, no later than the next day.

You had an important essay due today and spent every possible moment studying and writing it. You kind of regret you had no time to read for fun anymore, only to drown under the amount of literature you had to read for your university lectures and tests, but there was no other way. There was one particular book you needed to borrow to finally end this monstrosity you’ve been creating, and then you are free… at least until the next essay. You took the turn to the university library.

„You know, I think I achieved a new low” you heard a feminine voice. „I was looking for a fast hook up and even Otoya ghosted me. This one hurts. I think it's time for therapy or some shit, because if even him…”

You smirked. Who knows if there are therapists in this city, who get another crying college girl or guy in their chair and can thank Otoya Eita for bringing in more than 20% of their revenue?

You didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping, so you fast went to the door out of the building, the library was just minutes away. You pushed the door outside with a lot of force… and heard a bang.

„FUUUUCK” you heard someone swearing right in front of you. It was almost as loud as the laughter that was accompanying it. „Right into your nose dude!” You heard the amused voice. You panicked. „Oh my god, I’m so so sorry” You slide through the door to the poor victim who was not other than… Otoya Eita. He froze for a second, considering if he just died and gone to heaven, that he heard your voice again. He looked up at your face, but his vision was still blurry.

You took out the tissue from your bag. His nose was bleeding, so you gently pressed the tissue to his face. „Shit, do you have a concussion?” You asked panicked. Karasu stood next to you. „Just ask him something” he suggested, still amused by the situation. You thought for a second. „What's the capital of Malta?” The dark-haired guy looked at you both surprised and amused. „Okay but maybe ask him something he knows”

„I'm fine guys” they heard the weak voice. He looked at Karasu angrily. „Don't you dare flirt with the love of my life!”

You looked at him confused, then looked at Karasu. „Yeah I think he has a concussion, maybe we should take him to the hospital.”

Otoya’s nose stopped bleeding and his head was no longer spinning. Somehow you looked even more beautiful than the first time he saw you.

„How about you take me out for dinner, as an apology?” He sent Karasu „the” look. Tabito rolled his eyes in answer. „I’ll leave you two lovebirds here to flirt” he said and started walking away. You were too stunned to speak. You turned back to white haired guy still too confused with what is happening to digest his offer.

„Wait, are you serious right now?”

He smirked.

„So, how about tonight?”

There is gonna be part 2, this is a promise and a threat at the same time, because I had so much fun writing this crack fic

#otoya eita #eita otoya #blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #dividers by benkaibear #bllk headcanons #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #otoya slander

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zensations35 · 3 months

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Hello,

I hope this ask finds you well.

I'm a bit of a lurker on here, and, well, that Alastor fic had me weak in the knee. (I'm sure that was the intended effect, but I had to tell you)

As I haven't got a blog on here yet, I thought I'd pop into the askbox anonymously to show my appreciation with a gift of my own - a snippet from something I happen to be working on featuring everyone's favourite Radio Demon. If/When I get brave enough to do so, I shall make my presence known and let you know I wrote it.

Yours,

~ Writer Anon

Radio Silence

“Gooood morning, Alastor!” came the chirping voice of Charlie Morningstar as she twirled into the Radio Demon’s quarters, her eyes bright and her mood, as usual, higher than everyone else in Hell put together.

Alastor was still asleep, which was weird - he was up by nine, every morning, without fail.

Charlie glanced at the clock on the wall, which had just ticked by 9:04.

On the one hand, Alastor would probably kill her for what she was about to do. But she supposed her greatest weakness was caring too much about her friends...

She approached Alastor's bed, its red satin sheets glimmering in the soft light.

Charlie realised she'd never actually seen Alastor look so... peaceful. His face was more relaxed than she'd ever known it, not bearing the strained grin it did while he was awake.

She also realised she'd never seen him quite this pale, save for a slight flush on his cheeks, and a reddish tinge to his small, pointed nose.

Charlie gave Alastor a gentle shake in an attempt to rouse him - she knew he wasn't dead, she could hear him breathing.

He didn't budge.

“Oh,” she muttered, “Um... Husk! We need a wake-up call for the Radio Demon!” she called; surely as the princess of Hell (and hotel manager to boot) she should do something boss-like, and this included delegating tasks to someone who she thought would be best at it.

She’d forgotten, though, that Husk was a cranky little bastard in the mornings, and he made it everyone’s problem.

“Al, you’d better be fuckin’ dead in there,” Husk snarled as he kicked the door in, “or I swear to God-”

“Alright, alright, I’m up,” Alastor stirred, slowly sitting up in bed.

Charlie was surprised, for a few reasons.

Firstly, she’d expected Alastor to be one of those people that snaps bolt upright when they wake.

And was it just her imagination, or was his voice awfully quiet today?

“Okay, Husk, maybe next time be a little more gentle,” Charlie smiled, but Husk was only half-listening. His face was one of utter confusion at Alastor's appearance.

Charlie looked Alastor over - he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink for the past fortnight. His bleary eyes moved slowly around the room, as though trying to make sense of his surroundings.

He rubbed them, and yawned, but it turned into a jagged cough.

Oh, Charlie thought, that would explain a lot.

“You look like shit,” Husk said.

“Hey,” Charlie turned to him, the faintest hint of a frown crossing her face for mere moments, “What Husk means is, you look really tired, Al, and we’re just a little concerned for you, is all.”

“Oh, please, I’m perfectly fine,” Alastor waved a hand lazily, “I simply... lost track of time reading last night...” Charlie winced at the strain in Alastor’s usually-flawless voice, and the dulled consonants that signified congestion. The brief sniffle Alastor gave only confirmed this.

“You’re sick,” Husk told him.

“Now, now, that was uncalled for,” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, “I know I’m hardly the most stable, but-”

“No, dumbass, you caught something, and you’re sick. Ill. Under the weather. Whatever the fuck they used to say in the 1930s,” Husk clarified.

“Excuse me, I am an Overlord,” Alastor looked affronted, but still that smile never left his face, “I do not succumb to such - to- to such- hhh-!” his words trailed off and his expression slackened, his narrow chest jumping with erratic hitches. He wrenched himself to the side as his eyes closed.

“Hehh’EITshhoo! Hh'EDT-shoo!” Alastor sneezed, doubling over at the waist, “H-hold on... Heh-HEITSHhhoo! Oh, gracious, excuse me...” he sighed, and Charlie and Husk could’ve sworn they heard the feedback of a microphone.

Probably something to do with his radio powers, they reasoned.

“To such maladies,” Alastor finished.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mister Overlord, I’m out,” Husk made to walk away, “Playin’ nurse to a radio host ain’t in my job description - or our contract.” He slammed the door behind him. Alastor closed his eyes again, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“Ohh, my head...” he murmured, “Can you please tell that... pathetic excuse for a bartender not to do that again?”

“I’ll tell him,” Charlie said, “Now, you stay here, I’ll let the others know you won’t be up today.”

“Not happening,” Alastor managed through a few coughs that scraped at his throat, “I have my radio show, and I can’t let my listeners down.”

Charlie considered this for a moment.

No-one, not even Lucifer himself, could get Alastor to skip his beloved radio show.

“Rest up till then, that way you’ll have more energy for the show,” she eventually settled on, “I’ll get Niffty to make you tea. Your show’s at seven, right?”

Alastor nodded.

“I’ll check on you in a while, go back to sleep if you need to, okay?” Charlie asked on her way out.

“Okay,” Alastor replied quietly. He figured he should probably save his voice; in life, he’d had a tendency to lose the ability to speak entirely when stricken with a head cold, and he hoped this hadn’t lingered now.

But as he felt a scratchy, sandpaper-y sensation in his throat, he realised this was wishful thinking.

He flopped back down onto his pillows with a world-weary sigh.

Downstairs, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Niffty and Vaggie were waiting.

Pentious looked at his pocket watch - Jesus, the guy was nearly as dated as Alastor - which now read ten minutes past nine.

“Guys, I’m worried about Charlie,” Vaggie finally said.

“You’re always worried about Charlie,” Angel told her, “If I know her, she should be down any minute...”

The door burst open.

But it wasn’t Charlie on the other side of it; it was Husk.

“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” Husk said bluntly before heading behind the bar, for two reasons: to try and forget the absolute horror that had been Alastor of all people looking quite that dishevelled, and also because, well, alcohol was in hand sanitiser, right? So it stood to reason that a stiff drink would help prevent any sickness from arising. Yeah. That was why.

For good measure, he put a squeeze of orange juce in there too - he remembered having read somewhere that oranges helped keep the immune system in good shape.

Niffty’s eye twitched. She bolted from her spot to grab her cleaning materials and disinfect the living shit out of the hotel.

“Weirdos,” Angel tutted, “Oh, come on, not you too!” He snapped as he saw Pentious creep towards the door.

“Well, exssscuse me,” Pentious hissed, a look of disdain on his face, “but I have a reputation to uphold, and it wouldn’t do to fall ill and render myself vulnerable. So, goodbye.”

Charlie walked in right as Pentious left, looking highly confused. This bewilderment was amplified by Niffty immediately running up to her and giving her a generous helping of anti-bacterial spray, before scurrying off again.

Charlie's gaze wandered to the bar, where Husk was drumming his hand against the counter, his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

“How the fuck did I get landed with this bunch a’ freaks?” Angel wondered aloud, “I mean, what’s the problem? He’s probably just got a cold or somethin’, not the Black Death.”

“Because if whatever he’s got is strong enough to put an Overlord outta commission, who knows what it’d do to the rest of us?” Husk phrased it perfectly, pouring out a glass of fresh orange juice and sliding it across the bar to Charlie. She drank it, and thanked him.

“Husk, I appreciate your concern - and your juice - but I’m sure Alastor’s gonna be fine. Angel’s right-”

“Not a sentence I ever thought I’d hear,” Vaggie muttered.

“- he’s just a little under the weather, he’ll be over it in a few days,” Charlie finished.

Soooooo yeah wait and seeeeee

A N O N

Okay, I hope it's okay for me to post this. I know you might have wanted to keep this private and I 100% will take it down if you want but I COULD NOT LIVE WITH MYSELF IF I DIDN'T SCREAM ABOUT IT SO

Anon. I literally NEED more of your writing. IT HAS SUSTAINED ME THIS NIGHT. I have to start by saying that. You don't have a BLOG?? MAKE ONE IMMEDIATLY PLS. I JUST. *grabby hands* Your portrayal of the characters made words fall out of my FUCKING FACE

Charlie's voice being higher than everyone else in Hell put together. -I FUCKING CACKLED

AND ALASTOR WHUMP?? IT'S LIKE YOU WERE LISTENING AND ANSWERED MY PRAYERS IS2G

“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” oh MY GODS HE WOULD LITERALLY SAY THAT jesszzus I loved your Alastor/Husk interactions. 🤌

THE QUIP ABOUT PENTIOUS BEIGN AS DATED AS ALASTOR SENT ME AKJFDSHG

Seriously, I'm SO FUCKING HONORED you sent this to me and I fucking PRAY to our lord and savior vivziepop that you continue this story 🙏

Keep slaying anon <3 ILYSM

#ask #zen answers #other people's writing #this is incredible #i call upon my followers to support a budding writer #let's get this anon a fucking BLOG #TAKE MY POWER ANON

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musical-shit-show · 11 months

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I loved your teacher!reader oneshot with dewey finn! I’d love to see more, maybe with #1 and #6 from prompt list 3 if you’d like?

no rules in breakable heaven

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Teacher!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #1 (“i missed you, you idiot.”) and #6 (“i don’t care about them, i just want you.”) from Prompt List #3, spiritual sequel to close enough to touch

Warnings: anxiety, sexual references, fluff, dumbasses in mutual pining

Word Count: 2,299

Author’s Note: So sorry for the delay on this, sweet anon! I have been very busy with a show that I’m in, as well as just…not having a ton of inspiration for a bit. But I think this is a nice sequel to my first Dewey x Teacher!Reader one shot, so I hope you enjoy! As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists for any requests you’d like to make! I’m gonna be busier for next couple months, but will be working on requests and any other fics that spark my creativity. Thanks again to everyone who reads these silly little one shots, your support means the world!

You were never a rule breaker. It just wasn’t in your nature.

You never had a rebellious streak or disobeyed authority. Hell, you rarely ever talked back to your parents when you were younger.

But here you were, a full-grown adult sneaking around with the music tutor like you were lovestruck teenagers.

It had been a couple months since you and Dewey had started seeing each other in secret, and it was getting harder and harder to hide the truth from the rest of the staff at Horace Green.

Not only was Dewey constantly finding ways to visit your classroom or chat with you at lunch, you knew the other teachers were catching onto your incessant flirting whenever there was a development meeting or other afterschool function.

With the end of spring break, you knew it was only a matter of time until someone overheard you and Dewey in the hallways, and that would be the end of it. Gossip travels fast when the faculty is equal parts snooty and nosy.

On the last day before you were thrown back into teaching introductory poetry and essay structure, you waited for Dewey at your apartment, your knee bouncing nervously as the seconds ticked on. Not seeing him was starting to have an effect on you, which only made you feel more pathetic.

You and Dewey hadn’t exactly defined your relationship. Yes, you went out on dates, and hung out, and slept together, but you hadn’t had the talk. It made you feel juvenile just thinking about it, but how could you not?

You liked him, and you thought he liked you but…what if you were wrong? What if this was just something that filled his time? A meaningless fling? Dewey didn’t seem like the relationship type, despite the way you caught him looking at you.

Maybe sneaking around with the new teacher was just a way to add more excitement to his life. Not that you could really blame him. It was just as exciting for you, even if the thought of getting caught caused a wave of nausea to wash over you.

Your anxiety spiral was interrupted by a confident knock that rang in your ears.

Instantly, your heart jumped to your throat. Opening the door, you couldn’t help but light up as Dewey enveloped you in a bear hug, the scruff on his face tickling your neck.

“Hey there, stranger!” he boomed, his voice tired but giddy, “And here I thought you might’ve forgotten about me while I was gone.” He put you down, his scent lingering on you; he smelled like cinnamon, a noted change from his usual body spray.

You shook your head at his teasing. “I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that could forget you, Dewey Finn,” the two of you laughed, and you noticed a familiar tinge of pink on his face. He still didn’t know how to be cool the minute you started flirting, which made you hopeful. How could someone blasé about a relationship blush every time a compliment or teasing remark was thrown their way?

The two of you sat down on the couch, your knees bumping against each other. “But seriously,” you said, feeling your hands start to sweat, “I missed you, you idiot.” He chuckled, draping his arm behind you.

“I missed you too,” he replied, “And remind me to never go on a road trip with Ned again. I love the guy, he’s my best friend. But God, he is not a ‘sleep-in-the-back-of-a-van-for-a-week’ type. Too high maintenance.” His tone was light, even as he complained.

An unspoken tension hung in the air, and even though you were both happy to see each other, you couldn’t help but sense that Dewey was uncharacteristically jittery. Why did you get the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling you?

“I told him about us, by the way,” he tacked on, a sheepish look falling across his face, “Ned, I mean. But don’t worry! The only people he talks to are me and Patty, and she’s, well, terrible and doesn’t have any friends so—”

“Dew,” you interrupted, before he jumped into a rant about how much he hated his best friend’s girlfriend, “It’s okay, I understand.” You wiped your palms on your jeans, finding the courage to jump into a potentially disastrous line of questioning.

“But uh, what did you tell him?” you could’ve had a heart attack right on the spot. “I mean, what did you say that I am to you, exactly?”

Now it was Dewey’s turn to take a ride on the Uncomfortable Express.

“Uh, well, that we’re seeing each other, ya know, enjoying each other’s company,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous tick you had picked up on over the past weeks. “And that you’re awesome and smart and I like you and…” He trailed off, his brown eyes flickering over your lips.

Without much warning he kissed you, slowly and tenderly. Your let out a small sigh as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the couch so you were practically in his lap.

Very smooth, Finn.

Not smooth enough to fully distract you from the conversation at hand, but he was certainly trying.

‘Seeing each other’? You guessed that was the best phrase for whatever it was you were doing, wasn’t it? Casual. Light. Fun. Easily ended if another, better prospect crossed his path.

The thought made you tense up, and Dewey noticed. He pulled away, delicately brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “Are you okay?” his eyes instinctively flickered down your frame and back up to meet your gaze, “If you don’t want, I mean, we don’t have to right now if—”

“Oh, no it’s not that,” you assured, patting him on the chest unconvincingly. Your eyes shot to your coffee table, which was strewn with papers. “I just…god I have to grade the kids’ essays before we get back to it tomorrow.”

Dewey was never the most perceptive guy on the planet, but even he noticed a shift in your demeanor. Before he had a chance to press you, an alarm blared on his phone, startling you both. He swiped it from his back pocket, his face flashing with panic.

“Shit,” he muttered, “Completely spaced, but uh, I have a private lesson I gotta teach in a half hour.” You inwardly thanked whatever higher power was intervening. You peeled yourself away from Dewey, your shoulders landing gently on the back cushion of your sofa.

He hopped up from the couch, quickly locating his wallet and keys. You got the feeling that he was secretly thankful for the interruption too. Not that you could blame him; if the roles were reversed, you’d want to get out of there as fast as possible too.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have…I’ll see around, okay?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Don’t you always?”

Dewey’s lip curled, and he gave you a small kiss on the cheek before bounding out your front door.

***

Not being a rule breaker did have its benefits. Years of following and listening had given you the tools to become an effective teacher. You loved your students and you loved teaching, and those two things made the long days go by just a little bit faster.

Before you knew it, it was nearly a week since you had seen Dewey; he had been suspiciously absent from your usual meet-up spots, and you felt your spirits droop with each passing day.

You couldn’t help but feel sour about that night, but you knew it wasn’t Dewey’s fault; even with all the security you had in the other aspects of your life, relationships were always your weak spot.

Who among us wasn’t terrified of rejection?

As the final bell of the school week rang out, you breathed another sigh of relief as your class clamored out the door. Your job was rewarding, yet tiring; the prospect of seeing Dewey in the halls would at least make your day more interesting.

As you peaked your head out of your classroom to watch dozens of children head towards the exit, your eye caught one of Dewey’s pupils.

“Katie!” you called, and watched the fifth grader whip her head around, her pigtails bouncing, “No School of Rock today?”

The girl shook her head. “Not today,” she called over the chatter, “Mr. Finn canceled.”

Your stomach twisted, and you slipped back into your classroom to collect everything you needed for that weekend. You figured Dewey wasn’t one for confrontation, but did he really cancel lessons with the kids to avoid you?

You didn’t think the conversation you had went that poorly, but the thought buried itself deep in your brain and refused to leave. Bag slung over your shoulder, you angrily pushed open the doors to the parking lot. Most of the other staff were leaving as well, with a few small groups of teachers chatting by their cars.

How could you have been such an idiot? At any point you could’ve been honest with Dewey, told him how you felt. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, it would’ve been better than the purgatory you were in now.

You stared down at your feet as you walked, running through the last time you saw Dewey over and over again in your head. Lost in your own personal shame spiral, a familiar voice snapped you back into reality.

“Hey, stranger.”

It was Dewey, leaned up against his beat-up van, which took up the spot next to your car. His expression was mellow, a delicate smile on his face as you neared. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, “These are for you.”

The arrangement was simple but still lovely. Hydrangeas, tulips, baby’s breath: all your favorite flowers.

“How’d you—?”

“I have a good memory,” he smirked, “And I owe the girl working at Trader Joe’s big time for actually putting it together.” You giggled, taking in the fresh scent as he handed the flowers to you.

“I feel like such an asshole for being MIA this week, I’ve just been helping out a few kids with solo lessons, and I couldn’t get these until today but…” His shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I could tell something was off the other night. You seemed stressed so…I figured I’d try to lift your spirits. Did it work?”

A laugh bubbled out of you, touched by his kind gesture. You even felt your eyes getting misty, gratefulness filling your entire body.

“Oh shit,” Dewey said, noticing the tears pooling at the creases of your eyes, “Sorry, I didn’t think about the rest of the teachers seeing, I can totally bring them over later on if you—”

It was your turn cut him off with a kiss, sweet and reverent and warm. In your mind, the parking lot was empty, deserted; You could’ve been the last two people on the planet.

You slung your arms around his neck, the bouquet still clutched in your hand. After a few seconds, Dewey broke from you, a confused but enthused look on his face. “But…I mean, are you sure you want to be seen with me?” He looked around, and a few staff members had noticed your close proximity.

Glancing back at the group of teachers, you shook your head at him. “I don’t care about them,” you breathed, a new sense of confidence surging through you, “I just want you. Us. Together, for real. If you want, that is.”

His mouth spread into a wide grin. “I thought you’d never ask, hot stuff.” He gave you another peck on your lips.

“I’ll tell Rosalie first thing Monday morning,” you said, wanting to be above board now that you were official, “We wouldn’t want to break any more rules than we already have, right?”

“I guess not,” he mused, reluctantly releasing you from his grip before too many gossips saw the two of you together. News would spread like wildfire; They didn’t need too much of a show. “But I still intend on taking you out tonight. As my girlfriend.”

You feigned elated surprise at the word. “I could get used to that, you know. Has a nice ring to it.” You shimmied your shoulders happily, and Dewey couldn’t help but bark a laugh.

“So, I can definitely say my not-so-big romantic gesture worked, then?”

You smiled, pulling him closer. “And then some, Finn,” you pressed your tongue between your teeth, eyeing him up and down, “But I guess you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out just how much I appreciate it.” He smirked, enamored with your newfound assuredness.

“You’re torturing me, ya know.”

“I know,” you teased, “But don’t they say that good things come to those who wait?”

“True,” he retorted, “I think we’ve both done plenty of waiting. What’s a few more hours?”

You giggled at him one last time before he kissed your hand, bowing dramatically, “Until this evening, my lady!” He jumped into his van, and it sputtered to a start. “And by the way: thanks for finally finding the nerve to do what I couldn’t.”

“It was torture, believe me,” you joked.

“You have no idea,” he said, gazing at you, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.”

Your heart practically leapt out of your chest. “That makes two of us, Finn,” you said, still hanging onto the flowers that set everything in motion, “Now get outta here before I change my mind about tonight.”

He shifted gears almost instantly, giving you a wink as he sped off out of the parking lot.

*****

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sunsetsandsunshine · 11 months

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Hey~! :D

Idk when or if you're releasing another fic for TMNT 2012 anytime soon, buuuuuut can I ask for some headcanons in the meantime~? 😇

If you have any to share that is. :3

Ofc you can my fellow Anon! (Funny you mention TMNT 2012- I’m literally working on a fanfic for it rn but shhhhh- didn’t hear it from me…)

~ TMNT 2012 Tickle Headcanons (pt.1) ~

Look at my children 💞✨💖💞💕🫶🏾🫶🏾- absolute angels who wouldn’t hurt a fly /j

I’m glad the fandom just…universally agreed that Leo is the most ticklish out of his brothers

It just makes sense

Mr. I’m-so-serious-and-I-have-to-set-an-example-for-my-younger-brother’s is ticklish???

Who would’ve known!

Definitely not Leo that’s for sure-

Was taken aback just by how ticklish he was and how much he liked it

I feel like Raph can say the t-word as if it’s just an everyday thing

Like to him, it’s just an everyday word. Sure, tickling itself is embarrassing, but the word? Meh. Not really.

Uses that advantage ALL THE DAMN TIME while talking

Saying shit like: “The adults or just having a tickle fight. It’s fine, you guys.” or “That tickled my fancy!”

As he just evily watches his siblings crumble at the mention of the word

He’s such an asshole ISTG /aff

Master Splinter knows his sons enjoy tickling so he always tickles them but uses excuses like “You need to be able to sense where I’m coming from, my son.”

As he’s just brutally tickling the hell out of one of them

He’s the tickle monster they all agree to never ever EVER cross paths with

(They love they’re Dad with all they’re hearts but he can be one hell of a tickle monster)

Mikey is the kind of person who will tickle his brothers with every single chance he gets

Leo’s meditating and he’s ignoring him? Tickles.

Raph is whining and bitching about Mikey’s awesome cooking skills? Tickles.

Donnie is being grumpy? Tickles.

He will take every moment in the day to tickle his older brothers

Which is simultaneously his downfall but he really doesn’t mind

He absolutely loves hearing his brothers laughter- it’s his favorite thing in the world

Ever since Leo got thrown through that window (R.I.P. buddy) and was in the tub healing, there were scars and cuts on his shell

He’s extremely self conscious about it and frequently tried to hide the back of his shell sometimes- thinking that his shell looked utterly disgusting and he shouldn’t have to let his family see it

Donnie, being the medic of the family, would always remind Leo that he shouldn’t be ashamed of his scars- that they loved him- scars and all

And sometimes (all the time), Donnie he will lightly trace over Leo’s shell scars, playfully scolding Leo about how he shouldn’t be ashamed of himself or anything about himself and that he should love himself for the way he is because he’s perfect

And Leo’s just all embarrassed and giggly whenever Donnie does that; squirming and blushing like a tomato, not being able to do anything but just take it

(I put a pt.1 to this bc most likely I will be adding on to these. I have so many HC’s for these dumbass turtles it’s honestly concerning. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!)

@itzystopkiddingmenowloco @skye-minecraftyt-blog @tickleebug @vxlepop @mythica0 @someone1348 @snugglyfluffle @prettychillbrainfreeze @td-obsessive-therapist-friend @charismakat

My fellow TMNT 2012 enjoyers 💖💞💖✨💕

#Sorry like more than half of this is HC’s of Leo #He’s my favorite #If you couldn’t already tell lol #TMNT 2012 #TMNT 2012 tickle #TMNT 2012 Tickle Headcanons #Ler!Raph #Lee!Raph #Lee!Leo #Ler!Leo #Ler!Donnie #Lee!Donnie #Lee!Mikey #Ler!Mikey #Ler!Splinter #amazing anon #I love you guys sm #😭💞💖✨💕💞🫶🏾

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autisticlancemcclain · 11 months

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yo Jackie, what's one trope or situation type shit that u wish people would write more fics about. like we all know ur a brown-eyed lance truther, so am I so don't snipe me down babes, but like what else would u wish the fandom would agree on more. like u wish there was more lance and pidge sibling type fics, or more modern fics, or like more dating in secret fics for keith and lance? I'm interested

thank you for asking i have several. full disclosure i am kind of a hater in some of these. did not realize how much i had locked and loaded.

1. doesn’t need to be said but i’m saying it anyway. brown-eyed lance. if i don’t get that tag within a year i am rioting.

2. i LOOOOOOOVE modern aus. they are my bread and butter. i will read a thousand of them. i will WRITE a thousand of them. i love seeing a world built around the essence of these characters, and i love building them more. where would lance be, if he wasn’t in voltron? which of the characters are friends before the whole group finally connects? how do coran and allura fit? where do they work? where do they live? i love it. every decision is a confession.

3. i think everyone needs to have more fun with shiro and allura’s characters. for whatever reason (racism), people like to write them as the villains?? or as boring assholes who are incapable of fun and/or emotions?? anyways it’s the worst. let allura and shiro be stuoid and young and fun 2k23.

4. my favourite thing to write is weird, half analytical backstories/prequels for all the characters, and i love reading them too. what are their families like? what pets if their childhood shaped the way we see them now? who did they learn their habits from? i need to know everything. i have a specific hunk & lance fic i’m thinking about that was never finished, but that changed my entire perception of both of their characters forever. i am so nosy and people in this fandom who create these entire intricate backstories for these characters we already love are so important to me

5. keith’s fanon character in general lowkey pisses me off. i feel like people are OBSESSED with writing him very one dimensional??? like either this kind of mean emo or like tsundere blushing schoolgirl??? anyways it’s weird. keith loves his friends SO much. he cares about everyone everywhere all the time, he’s literally always thinking about what he can do to help people (or he’s being a dorky dumbass lol), he cares so much so often and so deeply. he tries his hardest and puts his all into everything. he loves hugs even though he’s awkward with it. he cries frequently. he wants a mom and at the same time he doesn’t. he loves his brother and his teammates. like??? please please PLEASE i’m begging y’all don’t do keith dirty okay

6. okay you know what’s crazy?? somehow whipped keith and whipped lance ARENT tags. insane to me. like obviously both of them are stupid wicked down bad disgustingly whipped. to me these tags are like. obvious. anyways i wish there were more works under those tags

7. instead of going on a tangent on how each individual character has been done dirty in several ways by fanon, i’m just going to beg everyone in the fandom: please please PLEASE stop making them cruel to each other. okay? they’re young. they’re struggling. they’re constantly under stress literally all the time. they don’t know how to work properly with each other yet. but they LOVE each other, okay?? so much. they would do anything to protect each other. like yes, they mess up, and sometimes they say mean things, and sometimes they just say the WRONG things, and sometimes they’re just awkward with each other!! but they aren’t fucking cruel. not a single member of that team is a cruel person. remember that they want each other to be happy and safe, okay? please. if i read one more fic where the biggest conflict is born by hatred rather than miscommunication or something i am going to lose my mind

8. however there is one specific beef i have with one character’s portrayal in our fandom: HUNK IS NOT A SMOL UWU CINNAMON ROLL. i have no idea why people pretend that he’s this guy who is just constantly smiles and sunshine and who is nice to everyone. let’s not forget that hunk is lowkey a bitch. y’all remember how he acted with nyma and rolo? he is a Judgey Person, yall. he is very dry and quick. remember that he has a little tiny smidge of a superiority complex. do y’all realize how fun it is to have someone who can just constantly cut through anyone’s shit?? who is very kind but is not, necessarily, nice??? it’s AMAZING. peak comedy. also reminder that there is a fine line with making hunk an awesome amazing talented chef and making him, the only fat character, food obsessed. please do not do that to my boy.

9. i love weirdo aus. like aus that are entirely unique and one and their own. aus for movies that have never been au’ed before. brings me so much joy

10. okay this used to be a big thing for me and i don’t write it much anymore (largely bc i don’t feel i’m very qualified too) but genderqueer lance is very important to me. genderqueer all of the team, honestly, i think we should fuck around with all of their shit, not just pidge! i read this one author who would make literally all of the teams trans & nb and it was awesome. nb hunk was something i never knew i needed but something that was so obviously true. i don’t write it too often bc i tend to make everyone very feminine (i love being a girl i love being a girl so so much it blows my mind that not everyone doesn’t want to be a girl all the time it’s AMAZING and thank you trans women for teaching me that), and i know it’s a genuine problem with over-feminization of queer characters in fanon so i don’t do it to often. but there are some amazing trans authors out there who fuck with the team’s gender beautifully and it’s a pleasure to read every single time!!

11. lol and as my username suggests, i’m a big fan of autistic lance!!! i’m also huge on adhd keith, which i know very few other people have in their fics, but i wrote an essay on it a while back and i do very much agree that autistic lance and adhd keith are canon and i would LOVE to see more people write it!!

12. you said it and i one hundred percent agree — secret dating fics my LOVE. i don’t write them much either bc a lot of my fics are very team-focused but they’re so so fun to read anyway honestly

13. EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT TO ADD. i love writing lance’s full name as Leandro Agustín Nuñez Carmen Esposita-McClain — or, shortened, Lance McClain

i have so many things honestly. so many tags that are everything to me and also thank you so SO much for the ask i love having a reason to ramble

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tatertotsafterdark · 7 months

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Marking - Scott Howl x Reader

18+ MDNI. READ “CONTAINS” SECTION BEFORE READING.

|| Being a struggling college student sucks. Luckily, your werewolf boyfriend doesn't mind helping you de-stress - even if he gets a little too into it.

CONTAINS: AFAB READER, GIVING!SCOTT, RECEIVING!READER, BITING, MARKING, HICKEYS, OVER THE CLOTHES, NO AFTERCARE, MENTIONS OF MIDTERMS

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: IK I switched this fic from what was planned at the last minute but shhhhh... tried to put some characteristics of the Monster Prom writing style but I don't know how successful that was. Based mainly off the first Monster Prom game. (Ignore how the gif is monster roadtrip okay byeeee have fun reading or don't)

Midterms, midterms, midterms. Jesus fucking Christ. That’s all your life has been for the last few weeks, working on gradually revising your notes and studying for those God forsaken tests, worth a part of your grade that’s way too big. You slam your flat palms onto the desk in your small apartment, giving it a good couple of smacks. You’re frustrated, unable to grasp the topic you’re reading through. Why the hell did you have to take a math class? You hated math. Your major didn’t really use math, either.

You groan as you hear a knock at the door, lifting yourself on to tired legs. Who visits this late at night, especially when you have a giant sign on your apartment door labeled “DON’T DEAD OPEN INSIDE?” You’d think by now people would catch on to your witty ideas of decoration and lack of availability. Maybe studying for midterms wouldn’t be so hard if you’d stop making interior design into your impromptu passion.

Your hand quickly twists the knob, without giving much thought to check if there was some kind of evil monster or a serial killer or a Jehovah Witness outside of your door. Luckily, it’s none of those - it’s Scott! You manage a smile as his tail wags, and step aside, nonverbally inviting him inside. You can do that since he’s not a vampire. He quickly enters, wrapping his muscular arms around you.

“Dude, where have you been?!” He yells out, a large and toothy smile plastered on his face. You can practically hear his tail wagging, and you can definitely hear it hitting into his backside as it wags.

“Studying.” You reply, returning the hug weakly and shuffling back over to the living room, lit only by a singular lamp (setting the aesthetic is an important part of studying, after all). You didn’t realize it until now, but your desk was piled with sticky notes, flashcards, notebooks, highlighters, pens in every color under the sun, and empty energy drink cans.

“Studying? Who even studies anymore?” Scott cocks his head, making that stupid-yet-so-damn-cute face at you like he always did when he was questioning your totally normal decisions.

“I mean, c’mon, when was the last time you got some sun, bro? Your curtains are never open.” Scott says, a small pout on his lips as he looks down at you. You opt to ignore the comment about your currents, and instead huff and walk over to your desk.

“It doesn’t matter when I last left my apartment or opened the windows or anything like that. What’s important right now is that I teach myself everything my professor has been trying to teach us for the past few weeks.” Your ass hits the office chair a bit hard, which sends it backwards. The back of your chair hits Scott’s front, stopping it in its place.

“You haven’t even showed up to the gym recently! You’re not getting any exercise.”

“I’m not interested in exercising. I want to pass these dumbass exams, Scott. Plus, there isn’t an exercise in the world that I actually like.”

“Yes there is, bro, you know that.”

“Great, Scott, then go ahead and tell me because you definitely know me better than I know myself.” You roll your eyes, and the action could probably be heard just off of the nasty tone you dip down into using. Swapping sleep for caffeine isn’t good for your mood, note to self.

“Well, Polly says that sex burns calories, so therefore, it’s exercise.”

You freeze up for a moment, thinking about the implications of the sentence that just slipped out of Scott’s lips. Was he implying that you two-?

Before you can think much longer, one of Scott’s large hands is slowly massaging your chest, and the other is in between your thighs. He may be a bit academically challenged, but at least he wouldn’t be totally lost in an anatomy class. You can’t help but lean into the touch. It’d been ages since you’d gotten any action, even before you started obsessing over getting good grades on your midterms. Scott’s large fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit is enough to melt your brain, getting it off of finding derivatives, even if it was only for a temporary amount of time.

“Shit- don’t stop- please.” You manage to get your voice to work in between pathetic squeaks and whimpers, and Scott simply speeds up in response to your words. You close your eyes, soaking in the much needed feeling of human contact. Two of Scott’s fingers find their way to the hard bud that’s developed under your shirt, gently twisting and pinching it as your moans get louder.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, and before long, you feel fangs on the tender flesh. Love bites are completely welcome, of course, so you don’t complain. You run your fingers through his hair as he finishes you off, giving you much needed release without so much as undressing you.

“There, bro! Now you’ve got your daily workout in. Your studying is going to be way easier now.” Scott says with a proud smile, turning your office chair around to face him. The way his face drops, you can tell he’s totally marked up your entire neck to the point even a turtleneck wouldn’t be enough to hide it. Oh, shit.

“Well… a workout is exactly what I needed. Thanks, bro.”

“Anytime, dude! Just, uh, make sure you have that color corrector stuff you were talking about the one time.” Scott laughs, turning on his heel and walking to your kitchen. You rub your fingers over the bite marks, and the fact that they’re indented into your skin is enough to tell you that any amount of color corrector wouldn’t be enough anyway. They trail up to just below your ear, so you’ll just have to hide away in your room and study for a few more days until they fade.

You take a deep breath, turning away from Scott as he opens your fridge, and picking up one of your colorful pens for the umpteenth time that evening.

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober2023 #x reader #mdni #Scott howl #monster prom #stressed student trope

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sugarnspicewrites · 2 years

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Nightly Routine

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Word count: 1053

Warnings: mentions of a fight, mentions of blood, some angst, fluff towards the end

Summary: What happens when your nightly routine has gotten too much to handle?

A/N: Hey guys, Spice here is so great to finally be writing again. I didn’t forget about you guys just being busy, this is just one of a few fics I have planned out, they're not all for Eli he just happened to be the one that I decided to start with. Anyways hope you guys enjoy and till next time bye.

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Author: Spice

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I’m woken by the sound of tapping on my window. Rubbing my eyes I look towards my clock reading 11:15 pm. Sighing I sit up tossing my covers off walking to open the window. Not surprising when I see a bruised and bloody Eli or as most people call him Hawk waiting to be let in. Letting him in, I walk straight to the bathroom Eli follows close behind. He sits on the side of the tub while I grab the first-aid kit like I’ve done at least once every week for the last few months.

Sighing I turned to him after getting a warm washcloth, “Again really Eli?” Gently wiping the blood from his face he hides a wince when I go over a cut on his eyebrow with a laugh, “You should see the other guy.” Not saying anything I drop the bloody cloth in the sink grabbing a cotton swab with antibiotic ointment on it, “No I really rather not.” Finishing putting ointment on other cuts that scatter his face I cover the ones I can with bandaids. “Can you not go one week without getting into a fight?” I say with a sigh rubbing the bridge of my nose. “If I did that then I wouldn’t get to see my favorite nurse.”

Putting away the first aid kit I turned my head towards him, “I’m not a nurse just someone who patches up a dumbass who keeps getting into fights.” I finish saying as I walk back to my room. “Aww come on you know you love getting to see this pretty face. Plus at least half of the time I’m not the one who starts it.” he says with a laugh. Turning to him I let out an irritated scoff, ”Really Eli you really think I like seeing you come to my window all busted up. Once Eli just once I would love to see you without having to patch you up.”

“Why are you yelling at me?” says with a look of surprise on his face. I hadn’t even realized I had been raising my voice. I lowered my voice a bit so as to not disturb others in the house but keeping the same tone as before. “Because I have to stand here and patch you up time and time again I can’t keep watching someone I care so much about keep getting hurt.” I say, taking a breath to calm myself a bit. “It’s really not that big of a deal.” he had more to say but I didn’t care at that moment, but I’ve kept this in for too damn long. “It is a big deal when every night when you leave after I patch you up I’m stuck wondering if this could be the last time I get to see the guy I love. I can’t keep doing this. Maybe it’s for the best that we stop whatever this is.” sighing I whip away a tear that slipped past my eyelashes.

Hearing me say this and seeing the look on my face broke his facade, “Please you don’t really mean that. I’m sorry please I can’t lose you, you’re all I have left. I’ll change. I’ll stop all the fighting just please I can’t lose the only person I love.” As I stand there I see the real Eli come out not Hawk but the boy who stole my heart from the start. I notice the way his breathing starts becoming gasphs. Slowly I started walking closer to him gently placing my hands on his upper arms.

“Eli” I say gently trying to get him to stop and look at me instead he just keeps rambling on while gasping for air. Lowering myself so I can look into his eyes I move my hand to cup his cheek, “Eli hey, look at me I need you to stop and breathe with me. Okay?” Slowly Eli finally nodded his head. “Okay ready breath in”, I hold the breath for a few seconds before releasing it back out, “and out. Good one more time.” Seeing his breathing finally steady again I slowly move him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Keeping quiet I stand in front of him.

“Thank you.” he let out so quietly that if I wasn’t standing in front of him I would have missed it. I send him a gentle smile. “Eli listen please I’m not going anywhere I was upset and you have to understand I can’t keep having you show up at my window all bruised and bloody. It hurts each time I see you like that and the only thing that runs through my mind is how much worse it could have been. I love you and each time I patch you up leaves me so worried for the time that I find out that something worse has happened. I mean just look at what happened to Miguel. I can’t imagine what I would have done if that was you. I’m not trying to change you but please be more careful.” I finished letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

What feels like hours past before Eli stands up moving his hand to cup my left cheek. I close my eyes leaning into his touch while he speaks, “I’m sorry.” He brings his forehead to mine before continuing,” I never meant to make you feel like that. You have always been the person I come to when things are bad and I just wanted to feel safe and loved like you always do. I didn’t realize how much worse I looked coming to you beat up after joining Cobra Kai. Instead of it being small scraps and bruises you had to deal with so much worse. Me being in that fight when Miguel fell and you being there somewhere I was so worried that someone might hurt you that I didn’t realize that you thought the same. I know you would never try to change me and that is one of the reasons I love you. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on. Okay?” He finishes his response by leaving a gentle kiss to my forehead before bringing me into a hug. “Okay.” I say wrapping my arms around him.

#cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai #eli moskowitz x reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #eli hawk moskowitz x reader #reader insert #eli moskowitz

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winderlylandchime · 4 months

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Also my brother read your answers to his questions so I’m sending you his response and at this point I am putting in an application to be a stenographer since he uses me as one.

-You’re like a Tattoo and the clothes sharing fics are also my favorites. Well this new one might actually be my favorite and then these two as well. But that’s because older Brian? Sick. Nonbinary Gus? Fucking awesome. Older Justin? Love it.

-I fucking loved the first chapter too! Tell her that it was so cool to see Brian as a dad to an older Gus. All affectionate and cute and shit. But i also liked it cause you get the vibe from it that you can tell that Gus helped make Brian even better than he was. It makes sense in my head but i fucked with that big time. Wait hold up. So she basically sent a voice memo like me to someone about their awesome idea? I do that too! But that’s actually really fucking cool. Every time someone talks about when they got their cool idea’s it’s either shower, driving or while sleeping.

-Tell her thank you for the new song suggestions. I fucking love these two songs. (He immediately added them on his playlist) that second song really is a Brian song! Maybe I’ll have to make some exceptions for my Bri Bri playlist because this one should be on it.

-he also saw that the fics he was readin were written by the same person/your friend and he looked at me and went ‘same fucking person?! Tell them they fucking rock! That last fic they just finished had me giggling like a fucking dumbass! I was laying on the bed, kicking my feet like an idiot when I saw a new update came through’

And he was checking your blog and saw your WIP asks and he absolutely lost his shit. I didn’t even know about this so he for once showed me something. And yes, he felt superior. So this next part is about that:

-A DRAG QUEEN FIC?! JUSTIN AS A DRAG QUEEN?! Ooohhh shit, (our uncles name) would fucking love that! (For context: our uncle is a retired drag queen who met his hubby and then his hubby would help make him dresses.) I need her to write that whenever the fuck she can.

-wait fuck, i vibe with the teacher student idea. But like maybe a tutor Brian who used to teach at the college that Justin is at now instead or something like that. I mean Brian was obsessed with Justin having a good education and studying. HE EVEN HELPED HIM STUDY! I support this idea 1000% and about 900% of the reason is because Brian pushing for Justin’s education was hot. I believe in her to figure it out and make it good if she does it.

-if she does a prom fic from Brian’s point of view, i might have to call off work like I did for Iron Man. That shit would fucking hurt like a motherfucker.

So that was all he had to say. Because after that he just walked away while saying to himself ‘prom episode from Brian’s point of view..fuck man, I might not be strong enough for that’

Hey brother anon! You know you can make your own tumblr account (they’re free!) and contact me yourself. Your poor sister isn’t your secretary. <3

- I’m glad you like the older versions! Brian will always be beautiful but he won’t always be young.

- It wasn’t a voice memo, it was voice to text into my docs which was… wild. First off. Why is the default spelling Bryan? And secondly all the um and ahs get picked up. Finally, the spelling of Kinnetik was a mess. I should have used a voice memo. That would have been easier.

- The second song was on a mix my now partner made for me when we were in our “do you like me like I like you” era. Literally every song on that mix was that obvious. They were also in their “I aim to be like Brian Kinney” era too. Because they had loved before and gotten their heart broken. So the song makes me think of both Brian and when they were all “no apologies, no regrets, monogamy is for breeders, never going to get married.”

- I’m glad you liked the WIP ideas! The drag queen idea came to me while I was listening to Randy’s podcast and learned he’s a drag race fan. As a drag race fan myself I couldn’t sleep on that knowledge. But this was when I was writing Tattoo. And then Fireflies seemed like an easier fic to write. Because Justin is going to go on all stars in the fic and you know I need to get those details right. All the challenges, the queens who will be there. It’s kind of going to be a crossover fic so that feels like a monumental undertaking. But I think I want to do it!

- the student teacher fic idea did come from conversations in fandom here on tumblr about yes the importance Brian places on education including and especially Justin’s. Education (imo) is where Brian and Michael’s paths really diverged and you can see how Brian going to college (maybe grad school too) changed his life from growing up working class to being the guy who has money and nice things and importantly freedom. We can dive into Jack asking Brian for handouts another time.

- so it’s not the prom from Brian’s pov, but 220. The last episode of season 2… when Justin chooses Ethan. You still might need to take the day off.

- don’t give me ideas like prom from Brian’s pov. That awakens something in me. Also an excuse to rewatch prom.

Brother anon, I have two assignments for you:

1. Start an ao3 account. I have an invite if you need one. There are so many fics out there for every fandom. Including ofc qaf.

2. Start a tumblr account. You’re going home and you can’t rely on your sister to keep us updated. There are some pretty gifs here for you to reblog and scream your opinions in the tags. I think people even like iron man here too.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023 #2024 edition

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atmilliways · 8 months

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Wrong On The Money (45)

part 45 of ?? | 681 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Eddie spends the next few days walking on air.

I ❤️ Uncle Wayne.

45.

Eddie spends the next few days walking on air.

Sure, they haven’t exactly defined their relationship yet. But he woke up cuddling Steve Harrington, and ever since then they kiss each other silly whenever they’re alone together. There’s even some backing each other into walls or pushing up against doors. And whenever Eddie slips into Steve’s room, he’s always greeted warmly, if sleepily.

Steve likes to be the little spoon. Eddie likes to nuzzle into the finer strands of his thick, glorious hair at the base of his neck and press reverent kisses until one of them falls asleep. It works.

A huge part of Eddie is still shocked that Steve is interested in him at all, after all the shit he’s pulled and some of his dumbass friends’ crap. But he’s starting to get it—to get Steve, and the way he thinks about himself as perpetually making up for his past douchebag tendencies. Which. . . . Yeah. There had been a time or two, or seven (or thirty), where Tommy H. had shoved him into a locker or a trash can or a wall, or any of the other popular kids had made a scathing (if vapid) comment about Eddie or his little sheep, and Steve had just laughed. It hadn’t felt great.

But after Vecna and the Upside Down and nearly being eaten alive by demonic hive mind bats, all that paled in comparison. Eddie keeps telling him that, keeps reassuring him that he’s a good guy, really, because if there’s one thing he can’t stand it’s the injustice of someone undervaluing themselves and letting the world grind them down. (That’s what’s killing the kids, after all.) And if Steve reassures him right back at every turn, well. . . . That’s a surprising bonus that he’s learning to hear right alongside him.

Wayne stops him midway through grabbing his van keys to go pick up groceries. “What’s up with you, Ed?”

“Nothing,” Eddie fibs. “I’m just having a good day. You don’t want me to have a good day?”

Wayne raises an eyebrow. “Cut that sass. I ain’t saying you’re in a suspiciously good mood, but I am curious to know what’s made my favorite kid so happy lately.”

Favorite kid, ha. Only kid, in point of fact, and usually Eddie might remind him of that and get called a smartass. He wonders if his uncle has started thinking of Steve as part of the family already.

. . . Oh that stirs up feelings he’s not sure he’s ready for—afraid to be too much for Steve when what they have is so new and fragile. They haven’t even seen each other naked yet, this is not the time to start doodling Mesrrs. Steve & Eddie Harrington-Munson with little black ink hearts around the words in his diary.

As if Wayne can read his mind, the next question is, “You patch things up with Steve?”

Eddie can feel himself blushing, can feel the definitely stupid smile pushing its way onto his face. This is why he tries to put on a front of mean and scary as often as possible, but that has never, not once, worked at home.

“I . . . might have,” he hedges. He doesn’t want to jinx it by saying anything. If it’s spoken into reality then it becomes solid, and solid things can break. Which will probably happen eventually, but he’d like to put that off as long as possible, thanks. At least long enough to get his mouth on more of Steve—

Wait, he shouldn’t daydream in front of Wayne.

Eddie tunes back in to find his uncle giving him an unimpressed stare, a faint uptick at the corner of Wayne’s non-smile that is definitely at his expense. “Well, good. ‘Bout time you boys got your heads outta your asses.”

It’s not until he pulls into the grocery store parking lot that Eddie realizes Wayne might have meant more than just talking—the fucker is perceptive when he wants to be. He just hopes Wayne doesn’t say anything to Steve.

But he wouldn’t, right? No. No way. Where would they be without family loyalty?

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #wayne munson #good uncle wayne munson #stranger things fic #my fanfic

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imaginespazzi · 2 months

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Hello love!! Sorry i’ve been mia for a minute. I’ve had a lot going on but I finally got the chance to read part two of the UCLA fic and wow. I truly loved it i’ve said it so many times but you leave me in awe with your writing. I know you hear this alot but you can never said it enough from me! I really like the way you convey their emotions and how I can almost feel it. Also love the inclusion of how close the Fudds are with Paige. I’m glad she finally realized how much she affected Azzi and not just herself. And Caroline!! I feel as though she kinda helped knocked some sense into her even though she knew Paige was wrong she also knew Paige needed Azzi just as much as Azzi needed her. I will say I’m glad Azzi told paige off on what she did and what she was going through. I’m also glad that she did have someone other than her teammates to help her through it even if it’s not Paige. And I can’t wait for that date to become a reality. Im pretty sure im missing something else and once I remember I will let you know what. But I’ve had some song recs that have just been stuck in my head that I personally feel for them I would like to share!

Red-Taylor swift

“Losing him was blue, like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know

Somebody you never met

But loving him was red”

These are the lyrics I personally feel for them best but the whole song does as well. I also feel they fit paige more so azzi in the sense she believes she lost azzi more than azzi lost her. But it is truly two sided it really does fit both.

I miss you , I’m sorry - Gracie abrams

“You said, "Forever, " and I almost bought it

I miss fightin' in your old apartment

Breakin' dishes when you're disappointed

I still love you, I promise

Nothin' happened in the way I wanted

Every corner of this house is haunted

And I know you said that we're not talkin'

But I miss you, I'm sorry”

Now this one I definitely feel it’s more azzi over paige. Especially when it says “nothing happened in the way I wanted” ain’t definitely conveys azzis emotions in what happened. But once again I definitely feel the whole song displays her emotions.

Marvins room- Drake

“The women that I would try

Is happy with a good guy

But I've been drinking so much”

and

“I'm just saying you could do better

Tell me have you heard that lately?

I'm just saying you could do better

And I'll start hatin' only if you make me”

Now I feel like I don’t need to say this makes me think of paige because the lyrics just suit her in part two. I really thought of this song when paige drunk called azzi. I didn’t include the lyric but “ And since you picked up ,I know he's not around” Makes me think of the part when she asks if zoe is there.

But I just realized how much I really yap. I have a lot more to say but I definitely don’t want to annoy you. Thank you for listening love and sorry for not reaching out or anything!

Bye love have a good day or night!💕

(🌴 anon)

Hi babes, so happy you're back <3 Listen you really and truly could not annoy me like I love long asks and I read them with the biggest smile on my face.

And thank you bestie, it means the world truly and I'll never get tired of saying how much it means that y'all like my writing and that it makes everything worth it. 🫶🏾

Poor Paige like I feel like I'm always putting my favorite blondie through hell in this fic (it doesn't really get better next chapter-) but she needed to hear a lot of those things and Azzi needed to say them. And Carol, doesn't matter what universe, girlie pop is gonna get stuck having to deal with Paige and Azzi's dumbasses every time. 😭

Y'all keep saying that but will I let the date become a reality? *insert evil angst writer laugh here* (jk jk jk....except?)

I LOVE THESE SONG RECS. The first two were already on my playlists but I have to add the 3rd on. Also I love that you said Red because the "losing him was blue" line really fits with the title and also the "remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes" verse is very apt for Azzi in the fic. I love when y'alls minds are tethered to mine!

#ask #fic talk #🌴 anon cutest bean #this was good motivation to go finish part 3 (someone please write it for me)

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Will we ever learn (we’ve been here before)

A/n// hi! How are you all? I haven’t written in a while and this is a scrapped piece. Yes I posted it before but I got so much shit for it, I took it down. But second times the charm right? This fic is something I went through in Wilbur’s perspective. So everything I wrote is all something that happened to me. I hope you all enjoy! And please tell me if I should just take it down :)

Warnings// cheating, yelling, swearing, pure angst, reader being a dumbass of a person, please tell me if I missed anything! (Please don’t read this if any of those make you uncomfortable or upset!!!!!! Please!!!)

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why did you do it again?!

Goddamn it!

You needed something. You needed someone. So you went out and found someone. But one thing led to another and shit happened. You woke up in a random guys apartment, clothes thrown everywhere and hungover. ‘What the fuck happened last night’ you thought to yourself. Then it all came back like a flash. Your eyes widened and scurried to put your clothes back on and leave the guy alone.

Shit shit shit shit! What the fuck did you do?

When you got back to your and Wilbur’s apartment, he was sitting on the coach, straight faced and looking at the wall. No emotion was shown when you stood in front of him. Before you could talk he cut you off.

“Don’t say a fucking word. Don’t try to deny it. Don’t try to fucking get yourself out of this one like last time. I’m done. What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He voice cracked. His eyes glistened with tears as he looked at you.

You shook your head. “No Will please listen. It was an accident! You weren’t home and I needed to be around people. I went to the bar and I got drunk and met someone. I didn’t know what was happening and it just happened. Please! Don’t leave me.” You said, crying and pleading at him.

He shook his head and stood up. “No. You meant it. If you meant it the first time, you mean it now. Why does it matter if I’m home or not?! You shouldn’t do it. It’s fucking disgusting and so very wrong of you. You did it twice. Twice y/n!! What the fuck did I do? Did I not love you enough? Was I not good enough? I don’t fucking know. You won’t ever fucking tell me!” Wilbur said, sobbing and walking to your shared bedroom.

“You want me to tell you. You’re never fucking home Wilbur! You’re always out doing god knows what while I’m here, waiting for you to show me some ounce of acknowledging!” You yelled at him.

He looked back at you like you were crazy. “What the fuck. You want to know what I’m doing? I’m out, making music, writing songs about you, and making money so we could, I don’t know, possibly move into a bigger place?! And what are you doing huh? Sitting on your ass, waiting for me to do something with you and when you’re not satisfied, you go on to another guy a week or two later.” He said back to, every word spit with venom. You just looked at him speechless. “Huh. Yeah, and I don’t show you an ounce of acknowledgment. I’m leaving and never coming back. Don’t contact me. Don’t try to find me. I don’t want anything to do with you.” He said, grabbing a bag filled with his clothes and all his other things.

You started to panic. No this can’t be happening. No he can’t leave! You need him! “No! Will! Please! I need you! Please! We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect! Just please don’t leave me!” You pleaded and sobbed at him as he walked towards the door.

Wilbur dropped the spare key on the kitchen table before turning back to you. “You hurt me. One too many times. But that was the last time I come back to you. I deserve more than this. And I hope one day you can find a guy who cares for you and can do everything you want him too. Just don’t treat him like you did to me. Or your life with be a pile of shit.” He said the last sentence, and it was like a sword went through your heart. He wiped his face and left.

You threw your body against the wall for support as you sobbed. You fell down the wall, and hugged your knees to your chest.

What the fuck did you just do…..

The one person who actually cared about you.

And you fucked it all up.

Tag-list// @deadphantomsociety @aimi-chann @jadeissues @art3m1s-adelia @z0vamp @romancingdaffodils (if you want to be added please tell me lovelies <33)

#lilly writes #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur mcyt #mcyt imagine #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #x reader

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aww-canon-no · 11 months

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Let The Children Boogie

Hello. I’m posting my WIP chapters on here from my Ao3. Sorry to dash flood.

Let The Children Boogie

Prologue/?

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Side ship- Robin/Nancy

Future fic, post canon, fix it everyone (almost) lives, trauma recovery, HoH Eddie, Steve Harrington’s bisexual awakening

on Ao3

Summary:

A first apartment: Six people, four bedrooms, 533 miles from where the world tried to end.

And they're ready for the rest of what life is supposed to be.

***

It starts with a wad of cash, a key…

And a question. There’s a guy mowing a lawn about ten feet away so Eddie has to squint and read Steve’s lips when he asks:

“How would you feel about getting the fuck out of Hawkins?”

Eddie stares at Steve—at his perfect hair and his smile that’s a little more crooked than it used to be, and the dumbass polo shirt that looks so right and so wrong all at the same time. He looks like listens to Donnie and Marie—and honestly Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if he dug around Steve’s room and found a few old albums.

He thinks about the question and then he laughs.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Why are you here tormenting me?”

Eddie’s dreamt of getting the hell out long before he was the serial killing freak who was exonerated, but everyone still kind of hates even though they know all about the curse, and the monsters, and…everything.

Eddie’s wanted to escape since he was twelve and his dad beat the absolute fuck—and hearing—out of him after finding a magazine under his bed that didn’t have naked girls inside. No. It had…others.

And Eddie had no excuses.

He was knocked unconscious and woke up in the hospital with bleeding ears and a doctor writing him a note saying that he was going to live with his uncle and his hearing would return in a few weeks, after the swelling went down. He’d stop being so dizzy all the time, the doctor assured him.

It didn’t happen that way at all, and that was the first time Eddie realized curses were real.

He got by. He made do. He sucked at lipreading so he just let everyone believe he was a useless loser kid who didn’t want to pay attention. He scraped by on pity Cs until high school when his teachers suddenly all decided they wanted to make an example out of him.

Two years and a bunch of murders and he was finally—finally—done.

He was pretty sure that last D was also pity, but at least for that one, he was able to say he helped saved the world.

“Where are we going?” Eddie asks when Steve doesn’t answer his first question, because yeah, it’s a dumbass one. Steve isn’t there to torture him. Steve is the one who holds him together on nights Eddie’s a billion percent sure he’s about to fall apart.

“I got us an apartment in Atlanta,” Steve says, leaning in close. He’s never asked Eddie if he’s deaf but he’s pretty sure Steve figured it out a long time ago.

For a moment, Eddie thinks maybe some cosmic asshole’s playing a trick on him. Steve wants to live with him?

The freak? The weirdo? The mess?

Steve looks like he hasn’t been sleeping well, though. None of them really look okay. It’s been four years and Eddie’s working part time down at Matt’s garage and it’s… not really working out. He has a permanent tremble in his left hand that makes it hard to tighten bolts and shit, and he jumps at every sudden movement.

The kids have all graduated now. Erica’s running Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin broke up when everyone else’s parents moved them across the country and away from Hawkins. Not that Eddie blames them.

He just…misses them.

He swallows heavily. “Steve.” It’s more like a plea than a question.

Steve takes one step higher onto the trailer porch and meet his gaze. “Please don’t make me do this alone.”

As though Eddie has ever—will ever—tell him no.

***

The first time Eddie puts his key into the lock and turns it, he can’t hear it. It’s too faint. But he feels it through his fingertips, a sort of rushing vibration that pools around his elbow and makes his fingers all jumpy. He opens the door and he’s met with the sight of Dustin passed out on a shitty, black vinyl bean bag and Steve unpacking kitchen boxes because of course he’s in the kitchen.

Nancy’s hanging ferns by the window and Eddie’s pretty sure they’re not fake. Robin’s trying to tackle a bookshelf that’s disassembled and looks like it’s partly made out of LEGO.

Max is in the far corner with her back propped up against the wall, headphones on, a fat binder-looking thing on her lap. Eddie knows it. It’s braille. She took her lot in life like a goddamn champ. Better than Eddie ever did.

Steve looks up at him and smiles and jerks his head to the side like he’s beckoning him over. Eddie’s forgotten that he’s holding bags full of sandwiches from a deli down the street, and he tosses them on the counter before walking to the boom box with two tape decks and a CD player that Steve’s parents were going to throw away when they were packing up their house.

They don’t actually have any CDs, but Eddie’s got enough tapes to last them a lifetime.

There’s tiny specks of puffy paint on some of the controls which Eddie knows is Robin’s doing. It lets Max use the thing without having to ask for help.

He feels a weird pulse in the center of his chest as he glances around at the piles and piles of unpacked boxes, then down the hall to the four bedrooms that are waiting to be claimed.

He rummages around and finds Fleetwood Mac, jams the tape in, then turns the volume all the way down before he hits play. He catches Steve’s eye as he surreptitiously puts his fingers over the speaker, then begins to turn the knob up until Steve nods.

Pressing his hand to the counter, he feels the beat in his fingers. It’s not as powerful as he wants it to be, but it’s enough for that moment.

“What’s next?” he asks.

Steve shrugs, then walks around the counter and snags him by the belt loop and tugs until they’re tumbling down the hall and into the furthest bedroom. The largest one. There’s a full sized bed in one corner and a futon in the other, and the dresser Steve took from his parents’ place.

“Robin and Nancy said we can have it,” Steve tells him near his right ear which is the one that has the most hearing. It’s not a lot. It kind of reminds him of listening underwater in the community pool when he was a kid. But it’s something, especially when Steve is standing close and the place is just…

Quiet.

Eddie looks around. Like, properly looks around. Above the bed is Steve’s bat hanging on a bunch of nails.

Below that is an oar.

He’s laughing before he can stop himself, and Steve tackles him to the bed. “Shut the fuck up!”

But he can’t. He physically can’t. He realizes he’s far away from everything that ever made him miserable with the only people that ever really made him happy apart from Gareth, Jeff, and Trey who are…you know. Long gone.

His grin hurts his face as he rolls onto his side, kicking Steve off him but not letting him get far. “Does that shit mean you got dibs on the bed?”

Steve shrugs and props up on his elbow, staring at Eddie for so long, it starts to make him feel all squirmy inside. Steve opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Eddie doesn’t know if he’s saying something and he absently tugs on his ear. Steve reaches for him and pulls his hand away. “There’s room for your guitar.”

It’s a new one. The one he saved the world with—his baby—is long-gone. It got swallowed up when shit hit the town, and a lot of things came back when they sealed the upside down for good…but not that.

Everyone—his own little personal band of freaks—saved up and got him a replica three Christmases ago. Every time he looks at it, his heart beats a little faster. It’s currently sitting in his car, cradled between several blankets in the back seat.

“I’m gonna need a job,” he says, well aware he and Steve are both avoiding each other’s questions and statements.

Steve sighs. “Yeah. We’re all gonna need jobs.”

Eddie flops onto his back and covers his face with one hand. The other one lies between them and it’s not long before Steve takes it. Eddie has never known how to tell Steve how much he appreciates being touched because he spent so damn many years with people avoiding contact with him.

And it wasn’t like he was shy about what he needed. He was always throwing his arms around people and bashing his body into them and they just laughed and pushed him off and gave him space. Like he’d asked for it or something.

But Steve has never…not really. Not since the very beginning.

His palm is warm against Eddie’s, and Steve grips him not too tight, not too loose, and he doesn't flinch when Eddie’s fingers begin to tremble.

“I don’t want to work on cars anymore.” He hasn’t heard his voice properly since he was a kid, but it feels kind of thick in the back of his throat with emotion he doesn’t really want to think about.

“This is our beginning, Munson,” Steve tells him. He moves his thumb so it’s pressing to the inside of Eddie’s wrist, and he pushes. Hard. It makes his fingers twitch for a whole different reason than injury and trauma. “We can do whatever we want.”

Eddie breathes out and lets Steve go so he can stretch his arms all the way above his head. He lays the tips of all five fingers against the wall and pretends like he can push his way through it. “I can’t hear shit.”

“I know.”

Eddie turns his head to look at him. “I want to be a musician.”

Steve smiles. “I know.”

He can’t make money doing that, but maybe he can…do something with it? He hasn’t explored the city yet, but it’s bigger than Hawkins with just…so much. There’s so much more outside the walls of their little apartment. Maybe there's room for him and his shitty, strange little dreams somewhere.

“This is our beginning,” Steve repeats.

Eddie hums and drops his arms and lets himself just feel the sensation of Steve lying close.

#Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #HoH Eddie Munson #steve x eddie #Steddie #Steddie Fic #WIP #blind max mayfield

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