#good going moron you should have just gone to bed

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Neteyam drabble idea:

Neteyam has been stressed and goes to spend the afternoon unwinding with his human mate in the outpost, trying to relax. Reader notices this and ask if he wants to try something that'll let him get out all for frustration without hurting her. She offers to try a tit job.

Unwinding together

adult Neteyam x female human reader

Words: 2.9k

Summary: Neteyam seems quite tense lately, and like the good friend that you are, you offer him a way to relief all of his stress.

Warnings: explicit smut, kinda friends with benefits, tit job, oral, size difference, Neteyam whimpers <3

Notes: I swear this started as a drabble at first but I just couldn’t help myself. (Also the reason why the plot is kinda messy haha) 😅

Na’vi translation:

Tanhì - little star

skxawng - moron

Neteyam had been feeling especially tense over the past few days.

As his father, the olo’eyktan, was away for a couple of days to form an alliance between the omatikaya and tipani clan, most of Jake’s daily duties were left in Neteyams hands.

With most of his day gone, he had little to no time for himself now. He didn't even have time to hunt down and prepare his own meals or spend time with his siblings, let alone visit his favorite little human at hells gate as much as he actually wanted to.

Usually, it was easy for him to be on his own. He wasn’t exactly introverted, but he enjoyed his space. Neteyam trained alone, he hunted alone, and while his siblings were busy going on their little adventures together, Neteyam was either tasked to babysit them, stuck in war meetings or had other duties that kept him from socializing. But after he had meet you, he had grown accustomed to being pampered with your constant touch, your bubbly conversations, and endless affection. So much so, that he considered you his best friend. Probably even his only friend. And those feelings were definitely mutual.

You really had missed your big, blue mighty warrior. You had missed talking to him, missed having your dearest friend close, spending hours in each others company, even if it was just to nap or share lunch together during his busy schedule.

Which is why you were even happier that Neteyam had finally managed to come over for a short visit after another tiresome day, filled with war meetings and consultations that usually didn’t leave much room for you.

As excited as you were for him to visit you, to hear what was going on in his life, to tell him about your day– right now, however, you were silent. You were just watching him, laying on your entirely too small bed, his long limbs lazily hanging off the edge as he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. There was a visible tension in his shoulders, even now when he was normally able to relax in the comfort of your presence, his mind was still at the village. You couldn’t say it out loud, but seeing him like this worried you.

"Teyam...", you sigh, calling him softly. His ears twitch at the sound of his nickname coming from the pretties set of lips he’s ever laid his eyes on, and immediately, he looks over at you. "Are you okay?", you ask carefully, "You seem pretty stressed lately."

"Hm, well yes", Neteyam chuckles. It wasn’t particularly funny, but amusing that there was no way to deny the obvious. Of course he was stressed. "I am, but that’s nothing you should worry about, tanhì. I’ve trained for this my whole life. Nothing I can’t handle."

At this, you huff and roll your eyes. He’s never been a good liar. Not even, when he was lying to himself. "Yeah, I know that. But I also know how hard the pressure on the next olo’eyktan can be. Theres a lot of responsibilities on your shoulders, and you carry it all alone. It's only a matter of time before you crack like an egg."

Neteyam eyes you for a moment, but then a teasing grin forms on his lips. "Are you calling me an egg?"

You shake your head with a giggle, "No, but you’re a skxawng!"

That makes him laugh now.

"All I'm saying is, that maybe…", there’s a pause and your tone turns more serious, while a blush creeps up your features, "you need to relief that stress. There’s plenty of ways to do it. And I know you love your bow more than anything, but maybe you should try something that isn't hunting? Hunting is too complicated, too complex. You need something where you can completely shut your brain off for a while, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, maybe", Neteyam agrees with a nod, turning back to stare at the ceiling in thought. Then he shrugs, "But I don't know what else to do. Hunting has always helped me released all my inner fustrations. Reading tracks relaxes me. But I do enjoy flying too. Maybe—"

"I could help you relief some of that stress", you cut in, not even giving him the chance to suggest anything else. Neteyam snaps his head back at you with both of his brows raised high. Now, that piqued his interest. As tempting as that may sound, it couldn’t possibly be what you were suggesting, he thought. There was no way…

"Excuse me?", he shot back with a laugh.

"You know, like, uhm, a… a tit job maybe? If you want. Humans do that sometimes, so I thought, I don’t know..."

Your face was as red as a beet as you stammered an explanation, and to add further to your embarrassment, Neteyam suddenly bursts out laughing, "A what? Do your people really find that relaxing?"

You shrug, your eyes looking everywhere but him, "I… y-yes, some people do!"

In an instant, he stops laughing when he realizes that you weren’t joking. His mouth was dry but he swallowed anyway, blinking rapidly as he tried to proceed what you were saying.

Oh. So that was really what you were suggesting. For a moment, Neteyam was at a loss of words, struggling to think of a way to respond to this.

As he eyed you up and down, the blush on your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red. It was adorable, seeing the way you suddenly grew insecure under his gaze. All that, after boldly suggesting something so filthy to a friend. And if the thought of you, going down on your knees and pleasuring him with your breasts didn’t had his mind spiraling, he would’ve loved to draw this moment out a little while longer, just to tease you further.

But if his little human friend wanted to help him relax, who was he to deny your offer? That’s what friends are there for after all. Right?

And that’s how Neteyam found himself sitting on your bed, his back resting against the cool wall, with your much smaller frame sitting on your knees right between his spread thighs, stripped of your top and bra.

Neteyam was hard as a rock the second his eyes fell on your pretty tits, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that, when he lifted his hips for you to help him out of his loincloth, his erection slapped against his lower abdomen with a soft thud. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your startled expression.

He was beautiful, a mouth watering sight. The blue on his shaft matched his skin color perfectly, but the soft tip was almost a tad purple. Surprisingly, there were no stripes to be found, but faint freckles littered from base to tip. However, it was his size that made you swallow thickly. The proportion definitely matched the rest of him, no doubt confirming your suspicion, that a tit job was probably the only way you could help him relax without putting yourself at risk.

Your hands, gentle but firm, run over his thighs, massaging his muscles to ease his nerves, or maybe even your own, while your eyes were entirely fixed on his cock.

"You know, I wanted to suggest a quickie at first", you murmur under your breath, as if talking to yourself. One of your hands then reaches for him, giving him an experimental stroke. Neteyam‘s breath stuttered, seeing that your hand was too small to close entirely around his girth. He watched, enraptured with the way your small hand held his cock, pinky lifted daintily and thumb arching to rub and swipe at the mushroom-like head, swirling around the glands. His dick felt heavy in your hand, the tip dark, highlighting the veins you took special care to pass over.

Neteyam melted into your hold, his hips hitching up, wanting to hump into your wonderful hand, but he held back.

"But then I went over the logistics and... Now I’m definitely sure there’s no way that will ever fit inside me", you giggle lightheartedly.

"Oh, I would make it fit, tanhì", Neteyam responded with a low chuckle, half lidded eyes staring down at you with such intensity, that it made you squirm, shifting your weight from one thigh to another. "But that’s something for next time. For now, I’m just curious to see how you humans help each other relax."

Next time. His promising words echoed in your mind, send a shudder to run down your spine.

You were hesitant at first, for a moment uncertain if you really wanted to bring something into this friendship that the both of you tried to suppress since the first time you met. Hesitant to be the first to break this tension that had been lingering in the air ever since you became close friends. You‘ve never done such things with each other before, never done more than give a quick peck to the other’s cheek, hugging and holding each other close when one needed it. But this, this was new and foreign and it almost felt forbidden.

Like sensing your thoughts, Neteyam’s hand comes to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, before he whispers, "You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to."

"No. No, I suggested it after all. A-And I want to", you inhale, then exhale deeply, looking up at his eyes and then down at his cock again, "God, I really fucking want to."

A mischievous grin formed on his lips, as Neteyam watched you closely. Your tongue then darts out and you let a good amount of spit drip down right onto the tip of his cock, knowing he‘ll enjoy it more when it’s all wet and slick. Shuffling closer, you place your hands on either side of your chest, pushing your breasts together and trapping his cock right in between them. With a grunt of approval coming from Neteyam, you begin to move them, up and down on his length.

Your spit smears between your breasts, covering his shaft just right as you stroke him.

Neteyam could barely get a word out even though his mouth was now hanging open. Breathy sounds seemed to be all he was capable of in this moment. His long, braided hair started to stick to his temple, while a deep fluttering sensation coursed through his lower half and between his legs, his toes curling in his soles. It felt amazing.

All he was capable of, was watching you, hypnotized by the way your tits bounced and Neteyam felt like he was in heaven, on cloud nine, like he'd reached the Na’vi equivalent to nirvana.

Heat radiated from the base of his spine and traveled straight to his groin, and it didn’t take long for his hips to buck up against your chest, fucking right in between the space where your tits were pressed together, enveloping his cock in your warmth.

Between the wetness of your skin and the softness of your breasts, Neteyam knew he was done for as he began to plunge in and out the cleft, the very tip of him showing with each thrust he gave.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn you felt his cock throb, felt him twitch vividly, which only spurred on the pace you set.

The Na‘vi above you was breathing deeply now, with his head leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed, though fluttered open in surprise when he felt your warm, wet tongue against his tip. A whimper escaped him as you teased the slit with your tongue and lapped up the pre-cum that beaded there.

"I didn’t know you were so sensitive", you giggled softly, followed by a long lick from base to tip between your strokes that made him moan.

Gathering spit and pre-cum on the up tug, you then slathered it back down his twitching length, enjoying the wet, squelching sounds it produced and the effect it had on him.

"I‘m not. Fuck", Neteyam cursed under his breath, "I‘m just trying to hold back and not flip you over and fuck you into the mattress right now…"

With a coy smile, you continued to lick lightly at the head of his cock, while moving your heavenly, soft, warm breasts over it, letting him fuck between your cleavage. And slowly, Neteyam was actually fucking them. He couldn't stop his hips from moving even if he wanted to.

Neteyam chased his orgasm like a predator chasing it’s prey. He couldn't think. All he could process were the different sensations on his aching, twitching cock.

"So good", he groaned from above, "oh fuck, that’s it. You really got some pretty tits, tanhì."

Neteyam wanted to do something, he really wanted to. He was more of a pleaser than just the type of guy to sit back and let his partner do all the work, but right now, he didn't have nearly the brain capacity to act on his own.

"Wanna touch them?", you smiled up at him. "C‘mon, Teyam. Use me. Get yourself off."

His hands moved before he could think too much about it, his palm replacing yours and cupping your left tit, happy to hold the tender flesh. He didn't even squeeze, he just bit the inside of his cheek and watched the way your breast curved when he held it like this or that, the way your nipple began to harden against his thumb as he teased it with a lingering touch. His second hand joined the other on your chest, fingers fanning out to hold both of them. They were so warm and absolutely perfect in his eyes, and his heart raced at the sight of his cock squished between them, when he pressed them further together.

Soon enough, his thrusts turned even faster and more desperate, with moans falling from his lips like rain from the sky.

The head of his cock came to kiss your spit slicked lips, so you let your mouth hang open, tongue lolling out for his length to glide along the wet muscle whenever he thrusted up.

Neteyam’s hands squeezed your tits just a little tighter, his breath turned more into a rapid panting, before he finally whimpers, "Can I cum on them? P-Please, i‘m close!"

He wanted to be embarrassed by the noises that were coming out of him, but he was just so close that he couldn’t think of anything else, that he couldn’t care. His hips bucked up, harder, faster, and you had to hold onto his wrists to stabilize yourself.

"Go ahead, cum for me. Cum on me", you encouraged him in such a soft and caring tone, it made his eyes roll back into his head. "Make a mess, Teyam. You deserve it."

And that‘s it. Neteyam finally felt free to let go of his worries, his mind going completely blank as he simply did what felt good.

He tries to keep watching, overwhelmed by the way it looks when the head of his cock peaks out from between your tits, only to press against the flat of your tongue. But when he feels the most intense orgasm he’s ever had, approach, his eyes instinctively want to shut. But he doesn’t want to. He wants to see you.

"FuckFuckFuckFuck", he moans, high pitched and whiny, the words all morphed together as he chases his orgasm. You can’t help but moan yourself, the sheer strength and the rapid pace of his thrusts enough to turn your breasts sensitive. It doesn’t help when his thumb purposefully brushes over your nipples, his palms squeezing the flesh in his hands and kneading them roughly.

You’re just so hot like this. So perfect. Beautiful. He can’t help it. It takes you aback when he suddenly gets up from the bed to stand in front of you. One of his hands leaves your chest and instead tightens in a fist full of your hair, basking in the little moan it earns him. His other hand leaves your breast as well, in favor of closing itself around his cock and beginning to jerk himself off, in a way that was no match to the rhythm he had fucked your tits before. It made you realize just how much he had actually held himself back earlier.

"Coming– hngh, fuck! I‘m coming, I‘m coming!"

At the last second, you snap back from your thoughts just in time to open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. Drool runs down your chin as you watch him furiously stroke his cock right in front of your face, the tip resting against your tongue as he does so. His chest heaves, there’s sweat rolling down his flexed abs.

And then you feel Neteyam‘s cock pulse, you feel his hips stutter, his legs wobble and he moans, low and deep, like thunder, before thick spurts of cum, rope after rope land right there on your face. Your tongue, your chin and especially your chest are all painted in white streaks now.

Finally, his lungs fill themselves with air again as he plops back down onto your bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. Slumping back, he inhales deeply, panting for air with a hand clasping on his chest.

Neteyam looked absolutely spent, the tension in his shoulders seemingly gone, reduces to zero. And he felt that way too, like you had turned him into a puddle of goo.

"Better?", you ask with a giggle, a self satisfied smirk adorning your flushed face.

"Eywa, woman", Neteyam chuckles breathlessly, "I can’t even feel my legs anymore!"

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Hii I love your account and all the stuff you do for the drivers as dads (you’re my fave when it comes to that)

Could you potentially do (with anyone) their daughter getting her first period and her mom isn’t there so they have to deal with it together and he calls the other drivers with daughters who have gone through this to ask for advice

Cw: mentions reader's endometriosis and struggles with her menstrual cycle

Note: thank you so much for your lovely words, I'm always happy to write dad!driver 🥹🫶

"Daddy, when is mummy getting here?", Margot asked Lance as she picked up a book from the shelf, "her flight got delayed a couple of hours, so probably after dinner", Lance informed. You had been on a business trip and because of the bad weather, your flight had to wait a few hours for it to be safe to go up.

"Okay, if you need anything, I'll be in my room", she waved the book at him as she went up the stairs.

Lance was enjoying the snowboarding competition he was watching on the TV when Addalynn stepped into the living room, "Dad, I have a problem", she mumbled.

Lance thought the worst, but kept calm, "what's up?", he wondered.

"I think I've come on my period", she said after dwelling on what to say for the past thirty minutes she sat in the bathroom.

"Oh, okay", Lance said as he got up, turning off the TV and focusing on his oldest daughter, "how are you feeling?", he asked.

"A little crampy, and not clean?", she quesioned out loud, "it's all a little weird", she admitted.

"Why don't you go and have a quick shower? It helps with the cramps and you'll feel better, darling", Lance suggested as they both went up the stairs, "I'm going to get mum's things from our bathroom for when you're ready", he smiled, kissing Addy's forehead before they separated into each of their bedrooms.

Lance immediately got his phone and called Mick since he also had a daughter and, despite not wanting to intrude on her privacy, he wanted to make sure he was doing this the right way, "I'm not a moron, Mick, I know how it all works! I'm just trying not to do anything that will make her ashamed of it because she doesn't have to be!", Lance half hisse into his phone as he gathered pads and tampons from your bathroom cabinet. Lance told Mick his plan and the both of them seemed to agree it was good, so he went along with it.

"I'm done with my shower", Addalynn said as she opened the ensuite door a little, "Good, darling, here are the pads mum uses, maybe you could put the bigger ones to feel safer? If it bleeds out is fine, but this way you can prevent it better", he said as he passed her clean underwear, pyjamas and the little bag with the products.

He sat on her bed as he waited for her to come out of the bathroom, thinking how fast time was going. His little girl was all grown up.

"Do you still feel crampy?", Lance asked once she sat next to him, "it's fine, it's not that noticeable anymore", she said.

"I know people always say it's supposed to hurt, and they make you believe that you have to live and endure that pain, but periods aren't supposed to be painful, not normal ones anyway", he stated, "if you ever feel like it's too much, we can visit the doctor - mum's doctor, Dr. Marlin, she's really good and very nice - and we can go from there. It's not something you have to be ashamed of and it's something you should feel okay with".

"Okay with?", Addalynn chuckled.

"I don't have them, so I could never tell you how you have to feel or that they're the best thing ever - they're not for your mum", he noted as Addalynn nodded, "but, just tell us if you feel anything is off".

"Is there a chance I might have what mum has?", she wondered. Even though she was young, she knew how she was conceived and could understand that whenever you had your period, it would often get painful.

"There might be, but we'll take this slowly, you don't have to worry about it right now. You'll just pay attention and notice if there's something off", he smiled, pulling her to hug him, "How about some cuddles from you old man?".

"You're not old, dad", she smiled, getting up with him and walking closer to Margot' door, "I know you're reading, but do you want to join me and Addalynn in a family cuddle?", Lance asked as they heard a stumble before the door opened, Margot appearing, ready to go to the living room.

"If mum knows about this, she'll have me on a cuddle ban for a while", Lance said as he pulled both daughters into his embrace, "we'll bribe her with more cuddles", Addalynn said, "sounds good to me", Margot concluded, picking up her reading where she left it as Lance picked out something to watch on the TV, Addalynn falling asleep almost immediately.

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 11 - The Cheerleader

Hey everyone, sorry for the delay in uploading, life has been kicking my ass. Fingers crossed Chapter 12 will be up over the next couple of days, I thank each and every one of you for sticking through this with me. This chapter is very dialogue heavy, so apologies if that's not your vibe, and there isn't any smut. But we have lots of angst yay!

Chapter warnings: MDI (18+ only), explicit language, smoking, underage drinking (USA), ANGST.

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You eventually give your dad the highly abridged version of events. You had been seeing a boy from school, the boy he disapproved of from the parking lot, which did not garner the best reaction, and that things had come to an abrupt and messy end.

Only your dad could cuddle the life out of you whilst simultaneously grounding you for the foreseeable, school and work being the only exceptions to the rule, otherwise you were on house arrest. You had spent the rest of the evening crying in his arms, whilst he muttered reassurances.

Monday rolled around overcast and dull, but you were exceptionally glad for the long weekend, finding it hard to believe what had happened within the last 72hrs. Your only plan was to spend the day stagnating in your own misery, so it’s a surprise when Robin turns up at your bedroom door just before 11am with a bag full of chocolate, you feel your bottom lip wobble at the sight of your best-friend.

“You look like shit.” She sighs, dropping heavily on the bed and taking you into her arms, smoothing out your ratted hair, rocking you back and forth. “Your dad called me, figured you needed some female support. I take it everything is fucked?”

“I’ve messed up so bad Robin, I - how could I do it to him?” You whimper tearfully, your throat constricted with sobs, head in her lap. “I can’t go to school tomorrow, I can’t face him.” You shudder, the guilt overwhelming you. “And then there’s Steve, everything is ruined.”

“Steve-? What about Steve?” She asks sharply.

Robin spent the next hour screaming down your phone to Steve, not even your dad dared telling her to moderate her language.

“Are you a fucking moron Harrington?! Have you learnt nothing?!”

“No - no don’t give me that shit. God, I can’t believe I'm friends with such an extraordinary idiot! I leave you alone for a day Steve, a goddamn day!”

“I don’t care dingus, you’re making this right - yes - yes you are. This is some real King Steve crap, you know that?!”

“Good, I'm glad you feel like shit, it’s nothing compared to how Y/n feels! And Eddie! - Of course I knew, unlike you I'm not a blind idiot.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you. You should be talking to Nancy, you know your girlfriend?”

“Uh-huh - yeah - no I’ll walk - because I don’t wanna ride with you - the Russians are gone Steve - ok fine see you in the morning - but you’re still a douchebag.”

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Your dad drops you to school the following morning, with a firm command that he would be picking up again at 4pm on the dot. You look rough, there’s no other word for it. Robin had coaxed you into taking a perfunctory shower for the sake of hygiene before she left, but you had gone to bed with your hair still wet; now haphazardly piled on your head like a bird’s nest, wearing your baggiest clothes as though the fabric could hide you from the world. You were so caught up in your misery that you walked straight into Dustin, his arms shooting out to steady you. Where there was Dustin there was Steve, leaning against the hood of his car looking guilty, Robin shooting daggers at him.

“You ok Y/n?” Dustin asks concerned.

“I’m good, thanks Dustin, sorry for -” You trail off gesturing at your collision.

“Oh it’s no biggie, I’m a strong guy, I can take it.” He grins toothily, sweet kid, patting you clumsily on the arm. Robin pushes Steve towards you, where he stands scruffing his sneakers against the asphalt in a most un-Steve-like fashion.

“Can we talk?” He asks quietly, not meeting your eye.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You say, crossing your arms defensively.

“Please, Y/n, I want - I want to make things right between us.” He pleads softly, you glance at Robin who nods in a ‘give him a chance’ sort of way.

“Fine, you get 10 minutes.” You huff, throwing yourself into the passenger seat.

There was a time, not so long ago, that you would have given anything to be sat alone with Steve in his precious BMW, now you feel borderline claustrophobic as he drives a little ways from the school, pulling off a small dirt road killing the engine.

“Thanks for agreeing to speak to me - it’s more than I deserve.” He sighs.

“You got that right, what the hell were you thinking?” You snap, staring resolutely out the passenger window.

“I wasn’t thinking, I just - I care so much about you honey -” Steve reasons, but you see red, cutting him off.

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it Steve, if you wanted to be mad at someone it should have been me, not Eddie.” You force his name out through clenched teeth, eyes once again swimming with tears. “So why now? Why the sudden interest?” You ask sharply, wiping angrily at your cheeks, turning to finally look at him. He’s slumped down in his seat, one hand pressed to his forehead.

“Things between me and Nancy haven’t been good lately, I thought after everything that happened last year we were back on track, but I think she just wanted some familiarity after Jonathon upped and left. The things that broke us up last time are still there, I want to work on them y’know but Nance - she just keeps pushing me away.” He says sadly.

“So you thought you’d ruin my relationship to make yourself feel better?” You snipe petulantly, not in the mood to listen to Steve’s woes.

“No - no that’s not what I wanted.” He sighs deeply again, sitting up straighter. “But - you were right yesterday, what you said about me not noticing you before, I took you for granted. These past two months you’ve been so talkative, and funny, and you just started to - I don’t know - shine?”

“Because of Eddie.” You mumble. 

“I guess so.” Steve nods slowly in agreement.

“So you noticed me and thought I'd just leap into your arms the minute you wanted me to?” You ask flatly.

“I thought - maybe if some random guy had a shot and things weren’t serious -” Steve struggles to find the words before nodding again, this time in defeat. “Yeah I guess that’s exactly what I thought.”

You snort in derision, picking at a small rip on the knee of your jeans, two months ago you would have run to Steve like a dog being called back to its owner and the thought makes you embarrassed. The hold he had over you and yet hadn’t even been aware of it.

“Stacey Sharp’s 14th birthday.” You mutter.

“Huh?” Steve asks blankly.

“That’s the day I fell in love with you. I was only there because I lived on the same street as her and Dad made me go. I was so afraid of the bigger kids so I just sat on the edge of the pool. Carol Perkins pushed me in, and I wasn’t a strong swimmer, you jumped in after me. Gave Carol a piece of your mind and helped me find a towel.” You talk quietly, like you might disturb the memory. “Then you walked me back to my house -”

“- your dad made us PB&J sandwiches, we ate them in your driveway.” He says slowly. “I remember. You - you’ve liked me for that long?” He asks, holding your gaze.

“Yeah, like I said, overlooked.” You say with a wry smile.

“Y/n, honey, I may have overlooked you romantically, but I’ve always valued your friendship.”

You lapse into strained silence, there was so much more to be said, but you were emotionally exhausted, stuck in some hellish purgatory.

“Can I - can I just try something? To be sure?” He asks jerkily.

“What?” You whisper, suddenly caught by the look in Steve’s eyes, it was a smouldering look that you had always wished would be thrown your way.

“Just - come here.” He sighs, leaning across the console.

You hold your breath as Steve moves closer, his hands lightly holding your face, eyes darting across your own. Was this actually happening? He licks his lower lip and you unconsciously mirror him, unsure who closes the remaining distance, mouth finally meeting yours in a light press. He tentatively deepens the kiss and the effect is instantaneous, both of you pulling back looking confusedly at each other, your chest heaving.

It was as though you were seeing him properly for the first time, gone was the little glowing golden aura that used to surround him, all that remained was plain old Steve.

“That - that felt weird right?” Steve asks, grimacing.

“Oh my god, so weird!” You gasp, pressing your lips together sheepishly to suppress a giggle. “It felt like I was kissing a relative.” 

“Yes! Exactly that!” He says with enthusiasm, sighing in relief that you aren’t upset. “What a mess huh?” He laughs wryly, as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“6 years of pining and we’re not even compatible!” You say laughing openly now, almost hysterical at the absolute bitch of a hand life had dealt you.

“Better as friends?” He asks hesitantly, chuckling along with you.

“100% better as friends.” You smile softly, Steve takes your hand, pressing an affectionate kiss to the back.

  The levity you feel is short-lived, whilst it’s wonderful to have your friendship with Steve semi back on track, your relationship with Eddie was still very much up in flames. 

“What am I gonna do Steve?” You mumble sadly.

“You talk to him.” He says plainly.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, I’ll be lucky if he ever even breathes in my direction again.” You sigh, leaning heavily back into the seat, feet up on the dashboard, if Steve minds he has the sense not to reprimand you.

“You love him?” It’s not like the weekend when his tone was accusatory, this time it’s gentle and genuinely curious.

You chew at your thumb, ignoring the sharp sting from the already sore worried skin. That was the million dollar question, the one you had been pondering for weeks, the one you desperately wanted to answer, but slipped away from you every time. If you couldn’t be honest with Steve, how were you ever going to be honest with Eddie? 

“Yeah - yeah I think I do.” You say, the realization hitting you like a tonne of bricks.

“Then you gotta talk to him, no matter how hard it might be.” Steve advises.

“Ok, but you have to promise me something.” You say turning fully in your seat to face him. “Talk to Nancy, all that stuff you said to me at work about her, that’s still there too Steve.”

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Steve had returned you to school with a hug, and a promise that he would have a heart to heart with Nancy. The rest of the morning grinds by at an agonizingly slow pace, but when the lunch bell finally rings you’re ready to cut and run, you don’t know if you can cope being in the cafeteria with Eddie, wondering if he hates you or not.

“You gotta eat something babe.” Robin sighs, nudging an apple in your direction.

“‘M not hungry.” You mumble, staring resolutely at the polished concrete floor.

“Tell that to your thumb.” She says, pulling it away from your mouth, wincing at how angry it looks.

You glance up, and immediately catch Eddie’s eye, heart beating frantically in response. He also appears to not be eating, barely engaged with the conversation around him, bags under his eyes and mouth pulled down in a small frown.

“I- I gotta go.” You blurt to Robin, already pushing yourself away from the table, practically sprinting the length of the room. You don’t stop running until you barrel into the girl’s bathroom, sobbing openly, arms braced on the porcelain sink, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard.

“Y/n…? You ok?” A soft feminine voice jolts you, Chrissy Cunningham is hovering by a stall, looking concerned.

You push back from the sink, roughly wiping at your face with your sleeve.

“I’m - yeah I’m fine - Chrissy.” You stammer. “Thanks.” You add somewhat lamely.

Through the fog of your own misery you notice Chrissy’s cheeks are also wet, eyes similarly red, she’s shaking slightly leaning against the toilet door, pulling the sleeves of her cardigan over her hands.

“You ok?” You ask slowly, she nods quickly but alarmingly dissolves into tears. You surge forward surprising yourself, bringing her into your arms, she hugs you back tightly, her small frame quaking.

“J-Jason and I, we - we’ve broken up.” She cries.

Well shit, what fresh karmic hell is this? 

“But - you seemed so good together?” You say falteringly, if you were honest you had never paid much heed to Hawkins High’s power couple, your social standing allowed you to slip under the radar of most cliques and that suited you fine; but Jason and Chrissy always seemed like a perfect pairing, beautiful, popular, both generally well liked. 

“He’s been given a full sports scholarship at Syracuse in the fall, he doesn’t think it’ll work with the distance.” Chrissy sniffles.

“I’m so sorry Chrissy - he’s a massive dick if he’s not willing to try at least.” You soothe, allowing her space as she pulls back with the smallest of laughs.

“What about you?” She asks kindly, gesturing to your watery eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, just some boy trouble of my own, nothing I can’t handle.” You lie trying to sound casual.

She nods in understanding, pulling some toilet paper out for you both, she dabs delicately at her face whilst you drag the tissue over your eyes.

“I know we’ve never really spoken much, but I’ve always liked you Y/n.” She smiles shyly. “You should come to my pre-graduation party this weekend.” She offers.

“That’s really nice of you Chrissy, but I’m grounded, no parties for me.” You say awkwardly, throwing your used tissue into the trash can.

“Well if you manage to sneak out or something, it would be great to see you there.” She pulls you in for another hug, and you tentatively pat her on the back, feeling like you’ve fallen into the Twilight Zone.

Try as you might you don’t manage to see Eddie for the rest of the day, you’re tempted to go to the picnic bench at 4pm, risking a permanent grounding from your dad, but his van is already gone from the parking lot by the time you emerge..

You spend the rest of the evening crying intermittently in your room, the pattern broken only by Robin calling to see how things went with Steve.

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Tuesday… 

Eddie avoids you in the corridors, turning resolutely in the opposite direction each time he spots you.

He’s not in the cafeteria at lunchtime, when you ask Dustin he says he’s busy with band stuff.

Wednesday…

Eddie ignores you when you call his name across the parking lot, striding to his van without a second glance.

Thursday…

You call Eddie’s house only for Wayne to answer.

“He’s not here darlin’, but I'll tell him you called.”

Friday…

You manage to corner Gareth in the library, dropping into a seat next to him, determined to speak to Eddie.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you guys, but Eddie - he’s super cut up about it. He’s been throwing himself into practice but he’s not right.” Gareth whispers.

“I fucked up Gareth and I need to fix it, but I can’t do that unless I can speak to Eddie.” You say urgently, heads tucked tight together to avoid the wrath of Mrs Giles, the overbearing librarian.

“We’re playing The Hideout tomorrow night at 7.” He mumbles.

“You are literally the best.” You sigh in relief, throwing your arms around his neck, earning a small pat and blush from Gareth.

“Just do me a solid, maybe speak to him after our set, and not before? This could be a big gig for us.” He says cautiously.

You feel somewhat lighter as the school day draws to a close, knowing that you may finally be able to speak to Eddie, without him running off so easily. You go to collect your bag from your locker when a neon flier is thrust in front of your face, Chance from the basketball team grinning cockily at you.

“Hey there pretty girl. Wanna go to a bitchin’ party tomorrow?” He grins in what you believe is an attempt at a charming smile but it comes across as slightly seedy.

“Do people still say bitchin’?” You deadpan, snatching the flier without looking, stuffing it into your purse

“All the cool ones, yeah.” He laughs and you find yourself smiling falsely, squeezing past him. “So I’ll see you there?” He calls after you. You walk away without a word, focusing on the task ahead of you.

The minute you get home from school you call Steve at work.

“Family Video, Steve speaking, how may I help?”

“Steve, it’s me, and I need a favour.” You say quietly, making sure your bedroom door is shut tight.

“Why do I have the feeling I’m not going to enjoy this favour?” He asks in trepidation. 

“I’m grounded, but Eddie is playing at The Hideout tomorrow night, I need you to come pick me up at six-thirty and tell my dad I have to work the closing shift with you.”

“I dunno Y/n, lying to your dad, that’s a good way for me to get my ass kicked.” Steve says slowly. “Why don’t you just say you’re staying at Robin’s?”

“I’ve used Robin too many times, and he’s only letting me out of the house for school and work. Come on, Steve, you owe me this, please.” You plead, biting your lip. You hear him sigh heavily, as he works through his feelings of unease. 

“Alright, fine, but if your dad finds out, it’s your ass on the line.” He says finally.

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Steve picks you up the following evening as agreed, your dad none the wiser as you leave in your work uniform, pressing a parting kiss to his cheek. You clamber into the back of Steve’s car, already stripping before you’re down the block swapping into the clothes you’d shoved into your purse.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks quickly, giving him an eyeful of your bra in the rear-view mirror as you slip a drop-shoulder top over your head.

“Changing.” You say obviously, wriggling out of your pants, hefting up your denim skirt. “Eyes on the road Harrington.” You grin, throwing your uniform into the trunk, applying blusher as steadily as you can.

“So am I picking you up or what?” Steve queries as you climb over into the front seat, making a noise of complaint when your heels make contact with the precious leather.

“If you’ve not heard from me by midnight, call my dad and tell him I’m crashing at your place with Robin.” You say, lining your lips. 

“And he’ll buy that?”.

“He may not like it, but yeah he’ll buy it.” 

“I don’t know about this honey - shouldn’t I stick around? What if you two have a fight again?” Steve asks in concern.

“Steve, given what happened the last time you saw each other, I don’t think Eddie is going to react very well if you rock up with me.” You huff, teasing your hair with the spare comb he keeps in the glove box.

“Fair.” He relents, grabbing the comb back in affectionate irritation. “But I still don’t like it.”

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The parking lot for The Hideout is surprisingly busy, and it’s only when you walk in you realize why. The place is packed with your classmates, a big sign hanging from the ceiling that says ‘Class of 1986!’, you notice the vast majority of the cheer squad milling around and the penny drops, you’ve inadvertently crashed Chrissy Cunningham’s party.

“Y/n!” You hear your name, Gareth weaving his way through the crowd towards you.

“Gareth, you didn’t tell me this was Chrissy’s party!” You hiss.

“Does it matter?” He asks cluelessly. “We're on in like 10 minutes, I’ll make sure Eddie finds you after, ok?” He reassures, giving your arm a squeeze.

You hover debating on waiting outside but figure you better remain inside for Eddie. You heave a deep sigh, moving to the bar perching on a stool, legs jiggling nervously, you’re caught up in your thoughts when a sweet voice next to you speaks.

“Two diet cokes please. Oh my god Y/n! You came! Hi!” Chrissy Cunningham is standing next to you, leaning on the bar looking like pure heaven in a pretty light peach dress.

“Hi Chrissy” You say awkwardly, allowing her to embrace you. 

“Isn’t this place great? I was going to host the party at my house but my dad knows the owner, and then Eddie Munson offered to do a gig with his band Corroded Coffin. I haven’t seen them play since middle school!” She’s grinning from ear to ear, but all you hear is white noise, Eddie spoke to Chrissy? 

“I wouldn’t have thought Eddie’s music was your thing.” You ask weakly, head spinning.

“Oh they’re mostly doing covers tonight, Eddie’s been meeting with me every evening to go through the playlist, inviting me to their practices and stuff.” She rambles happily, you can only nod, heart hammering against your ribs. Eddie and Chrissy, of course she was single now.

“You here with Gareth? Was he the cause of your boy trouble? Have you made up?” Chrissy asks in rapid fire, and you’re beginning to suspect that someone might have a hip flask around adding something extra to the sodas.

“Gareth?” You repeat blankly, feeling detached from your voice.

“I saw you talking to him earlier, he’s cute.” She grins, the sound of electric guitars being plugged in stops you from answering. “Oh they’re starting! Come to the front with me!” She shouts, hauling you both towards the stage, you manage to hang back being slightly absorbed by the crowd.

You feel like you’re in a semi-catatonic state as the band finishes their tune up, Eddie’s voice ringing out through the mic in a screech of feedback.

“Uh - thanks for coming guys, we’re Corroded Coffin. Chrissy, this one's for you, ‘86 baby.” He says, grinning down from the stage to where she’s standing, the crowd going wild as they start to play some suped up version of Blondie’s Call Me.

You think you might throw up, limbs tingling unpleasantly, as you stagger to the bathroom. There are a group of girls you sort of recognise, sitting on the edges of the sinks drinking from a large bottle of vodka, and smoking.

“Can I get some of that?” You ask breathlessly pointing at the vodka.  

“The more the merrier!” One of the girls laughs, clearly trashed.

You drink a third like it’s water, ignoring the burn as it slides down your throat, desperate to numb the overwhelming panic in your chest. 

“We’ve got rum too.” Another girl says, already passing you the bottle, you hate rum but anything will do at this point, wishing you had told Steve to stay.

“This is shit, we should have gone to Carver’s party then we wouldn’t have to hide in a fucking bathroom to get wasted.” A girl you think is called Linda whines, pushing her tits up and down experimentally in the mirror.

“And I told you I lost the fucking flier with the address.” The girl who passed you the rum, shouts impatiently.

“Oh, I think I have one.” You say with a small hiccup, fishing about in your purse for the neon green paper Chase had given you yesterday.

“YES!” Linda screeches happily, snagging it from your hands. 

“You coming?” Rum girl asks you, gathering up the alcohol and shoving it into her bag while the others file out in disarray.

You shouldn’t, you should call Steve, you should go home, but your feet move of their own accord following the group out in a slight daze. Evidently you’d been in the bathroom for longer than you thought, the band were currently taking a break, mingling on the floor with everyone else.

Chrissy’s bell-like laugh echoes across the room, cutting through you like a knife, you see her delicate hand resting on Eddie’s chest leaning into him as he laughs along with her. You feel like you’re drowning, breath catching painfully, lip trembling as you swallow the pain down. Gareth says something to Eddie and he suddenly catches your eye, moving to approach you but you’re already heading towards the front door with the drunk girls.

“Y/n wait!” He calls, and you bolt, banging through the double doors, clambering into a car with the girls who laugh and scream as you all peel away from the building.

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[akaridream]

after dark pt. 2: rooftop (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, hawks is a flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol, smut in later chapters

taglist: @inkthgoat ​ @pnsduck @mysideeffectsofyou

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You nearly cried when you saw half a million yen in your bank account Saturday morning. You spent a few extra minutes in bed, grinning at the ceiling and thanking the kami for Hawks. You couldn’t help but think of the smile in his voice and the playful spark in his eye. I should thank him again, you thought. You reached for your phone just as a text came through.

Hawks: morning! the transfer should have gone through by now, lemme know if you got it

You: Yes, I got it. Thank you again, the amount is extremely generous for three weeks. I hope my work lives up to it

Hawks: i’m sure you’ll be worth it :) so for monday, i was thinking we should meet up near the psc hq with enough time for you to give me a quick crash course on taking photos for evidence. I’ve got an ear piece for you too, so we can be in constant contact while we’re spread out

You: Yeah we can do that. Do you have a DSLR?

Hawks: lol what is that

You: Are you serious

Hawks: nah haha its the 21st century, i know what a digital camera is :D i don’t have one though

You: omg good grief Hawks

You: Most cell phones can take pretty good pics these days, so I’m sure yours will be fine. Or I can teach you how to work the SLR and I’ll use my phone since I know what I’m doing

Hawks: ooo I kNoW wHaT i’M dOinG

You: Wow, the attitude. I could always just take your money and run

Hawks: could you tho? i bet i could track you down

You: I could go off the grid and you’d never find me

Hawks: eh, you’d get bored and lonely. plus i have my ways

You: Maybe bored, but I doubt I’d get lonely. Snowy owls are solitary

Hawks: not always ;)

You couldn’t help but blush. His cheeky banter made you wonder how he could be so comfortable with someone he just met. You crafted, then deleted, then rewrote, then deleted your reply again, trying to find the line between professional and playful. He was right, after all, and spring was on its way.

You: I should have known you were going to be a handful, Hero.

Hawks: ;) ;) ;)

You rolled your eyes and blushed again. Goofball, you thought. You just might reciprocate the flirting, once your work was done.

You: Text me when you have something important to talk about, Bird Brain

Hawks: aw c’mon, i’m just teasing ya

Hawks: how does 3:30p monday at the family mart a block east of the psc sound? we can grab some snacks, hang out on the rooftop and take some practice shots

You: No offense, but you kind of attract attention, so going anywhere in public in the light of day with you is going to be a no for me. Nighttime shooting is more involved than shooting in full daylight, that’s when I think we’ll need to practice. How about tomorrow after sundown?

Hawks: you just can’t wait to see me, huh?

Hawks: but yeah, I can make that work. same place, 8p tomorrow. and i’ll grab snacks beforehand, all by my lonesome :’( what kinda stuff you like?

You: Sounds good to me. Nothing spicy. Other than that I’m really not picky. Something salty and something sweet I guess

Hawks: no spice? bummer

Hawks: i’ll hook you up tho. see you then!

You felt childish sitting on the roof with your feet overhanging the side of the stories-high building downtown Fukuoka. The busy street below bustled with life, but no crimson feathers to speak of yet. Your stomach was convinced you were on a roller coaster, slowing ticking up and up and up towards the crest of a great drop. No professional dealings had ever gotten you in knots like this.

What if I’m a bad teacher? What if he’s a total moron and doesn’t understand anything I say? What if I trip over my words? What if I forget something super important and his photos turn out horrible? What if he forgets to take off the lens cap?

Your anxiety and the bracing breeze sent a chill through you. You pulled your thumb sleeves tighter over your knuckles. Cold weather was your comfort zone, but something in the air felt… Different.

You pulled your camera bag onto your lap and fiddled with the settings. The night cityscape from the top of the building made for a nice shot, and it might ease your nerves to practice what you wanted to say in your mind before Hawks arrived. You stood, knelt, leaned, trying to get the composition just right when you sensed a presence behind you.

“Ayo! Getting started without me?”

“Geez, tell the entire neighborhood we’re up here!” you griped, turning off your camera.

Hawks laughed, took off his flight goggles and slid his headphones off to hang around his neck. “Not like we’re doing anything nefarious up here anyway! How ya been?” he asked, sitting down to lean against the half wall ledge next to you, konbini bag in tow.

“Fine, just getting a couple shots of the skyline,” you said before stowing your camera. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Same old stuff, chasing cliche thieves and villains. Come check out what I got for ya. Whatever you don’t like I’ll be happy to eat. Cool jacket by the way. Custom made?”

“Oh, this?” you gestured. “I modified it myself actually. All I did was take some cheap track jacket, cut a hole in the back and surged the edges. Well, and I dyed it black.”

“Let me see the back,” he asked, gesturing for you to turn around. You turned shyly, spreading your wings out to compliment the work you’d done. Hawks smirked, impressed. “Very nice. You sew then?”

You tucked your wings back in and sat next to Hawks. “I like to make or modify stuff for my wings at least. Tailors are expensive, plus sometimes I get the itch to do creative stuff.”

“That’s really cool. I may have to commission you for some of my ideas!” he said, pulling out a veritable buffet of konbini goodies. You chuckled.

“Geez, are we expecting guests?” You grabbed a pack of umaibo, one of your favorite crunchy snacks.

“Nah, I’m just a growing boy! Hero work burns a lot of calories, and I haven’t had a break since lunch!” he said as he tore into a famous Famichiki. He offered a second to you. “Saw these right next to the register and couldn’t pass ‘em up. Something about konbini fried chicken warms the soul, ya know?”

You took it, smiling. “These remind me of middle school.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “How so?”

“There was a Family Mart between school and home, I used to grab them all the time,” you said. “Glad you don’t mind being a cannibal.”

He laughed. “Right? People call me that all the time! We can’t help that we’re birds of prey!” His laughter warmed you. Or was it the hot food?

“I always wonder what school was like,” Hawks continued. “I was home schooled. Well, sort of. I never went to regular school at least.”

“You didn’t go to UA?” you asked. “I thought that was pretty much a requirement for pro heroes.”

He shook his head. “Nope, not for me at least. I might have liked to go there, but…” He looked into the distance. “Growing up wasn’t the best for me.”

You tilted your head and looked at him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged and sighed. “Eh, s’just how it is. Things are good now. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about stuff like where meals are gonna come from anymore, you know?”

You frowned. “Damn, it was that bad? I hate that.”

He polished off his chicken and stole some umaibo from your open bag. “Yeah, it was shitty but it didn’t last forever. But enough about me anyway. What’s your family like?”

“Mom was pretty quiet and Dad was super busy, so pretty typical family, I guess. Although I do have a twin brother.”

“Ooh, that’s cool. Where do they all live?”

“Up in Hokkaido,” you said, stealing back your umaibo.

“Damn, that’s far. Anywhere near Sapporo?”

“Mom’s near Date where I grew up, a couple hours southeast of Sapporo. Don’t really know where my dad is these days, and my brother’s way out in the middle of nowhere. He hates the city even more than me.”

“You hate the city?” he asked, leaning towards you.

You nodded. “Too much going on. The noise, the lights, the swarms of people… It’s a lot. My hometown was pretty quiet but there was no opportunity for work there. Sapporo would have been alright probably but… I just wanted a big change I guess, so I picked Fukuoka. So here I am, just trying to cope with my quirk.”

You surprised yourself with how much you said, chalking it up to Hawks’ comforting presence and being a good listener.

“Crazy that you moved across the whole country. Does your brother have a similar quirk?”

“Yep, almost exactly the same. His wings are pretty much pure white, almost no speckles like I have.”

“Ah, interesting,” he said. “You guys close?”

You gave a cynical chuckle. “Definitely not. I’m not really close with anyone.”

He tilted his head. “Not with anyone? Really?”

You shrugged, trying to avoid his eyes.

“No best friend?” he asked.

“When I was in school. But not anymore.”

“No boyfriend?” he asked incredulously.

You laughed darkly. “No, definitely not.”

Hawks furrowed his brow but smiled playfully. “You mean you’re not a total ball-busting heart-breaker?”

You snorted. “Hell no. Try chronically single.”

He chuckled. “I may be high on the public approval charts, but I’m afraid I suffer that fate too.” He tossed you some Winter Melty Pocky. “My excuse is that I’m always too busy, but I wouldn’t mind making time for someone special. Maybe someday when things settle down and villains don’t run the streets some angel will sweep me off my wings.” He had a wistful look in his eyes as he tore through another snack.

“Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind that either,” you said.

Your mind drifted back to your middle school days as you opened the Pocky. Your first kiss had been stolen by a rambunctious boy in your class who was dared to play the Pocky game. The popular girls turned him down, but you, not knowing the true intention of the game, waited patiently with the biscuit in your mouth. As his lips crashed against yours, you were confused, not lovestruck as you wanted your first kiss to be. The only kiss since then was a brief make out session at the only college party you ever attended. He tasted of cheap beer and tobacco, a combination that still makes your stomach turn. You never spoke again once winter break arrived, but at least the occasion was consensual.

As you munched on the bitter chocolate, you wondered what Hawks might taste like. You caught yourself and squeezed your eyes shut. Am I insane? I just met this guy two days ago!

“So, the other day you said you don’t trust heroes. Any particular reason why?” Hawks asked.

Your face grew tense. “A few. The hero market is pretty over-saturated these days.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, that might be true. But how does that affect your trust in them?”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not convinced there’s enough crime to go around. I think a lot of them probably take care of a couple high-publicity jobs and go home after an hour’s work.”

Hawks eyed you. “Have you looked at crime statistics recently?”

“Not since college.”

“You might be surprised at them. I’m not trying to say you’re wrong, but crime rates have changed a lot with quirks getting more common.”

“Yeah, and while quirks are a fine explanation for the crime increase and the overabundance of heroes, I’d rather it be police stopping crime. Doing it for the notoriety defeats a lot of the purpose in my eyes.”

“What’s the difference though?” Hawks asked, turning towards you. “Isn’t it good that crime gets stopped, period?”

You shook your head. “Doing something good just because you know people are watching? Seems a little hollow. To me, it’s more about integrity. Heroes should work behind the scenes more and focus on doing the right things when no one is looking.”

He nodded. “I completely agree. So how do you know they aren’t already doing that if all you see are their TV appearances?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but once you met Hawks’ golden eyes, your words died in your throat. Damn, you thought. He’s exactly right. He seemed to know it too, but he didn’t boast. He only continued to search your eyes, his lips upturned in a soft smile.

“So, what do I need to know for your camera?” Hawks asked as he opened a bag of spicy chips.

“First thing, you had better not get any of that spicy dust on it, or I’ll toss you off the roof,” you quipped. You might not mind a touch of spice, if it came from his lips.

“Your threat would be scarier if I couldn’t fly,” he said, attempting to steal one of your Pocky sticks. You swatted the back of his hand playfully.

“Uh-uh, if you wanted some Pocky you should have gotten two, bird brain,” you said, pulling out a stick and waving it to tempt him. “These are my favorite.”

Hawks pouted. “Aw, but spicy chocolate is so good!”

You briefly thought of putting the biscuit between your teeth to tease him with it, just like the old Pocky game, but you could never work up the nerve to be so bold. Instead, you held the stick in front of his mouth and rolled your eyes.

“Geez, if you’re gonna whine about it.”

“You sure?” he asked, holding your eye contact. You rested the Pocky against his lips. He smiled and gently bit the biscuit in half, then chased it with a spicy chip, then ate the other half of the Pocky. He hummed in delight as he licked the flavored dust off his fingers. You scrunched up your nose.

“That is so gross,” you said, laughing.

“Mm, the chocolate on those is even better than the regular ones! Definitely a good combo. You sure you don’t wanna give it a try?”

“Absolutely not, especially after you just licked your fingers!”

He gave a menacing smile and extracted a chip from the bag, loaded with spicy dust. “Come on now, just one won’t kill you.”

“Ugh, no way!” You pushed his arm away, giggling. He easily overpowered you and brought the chip dangerously close to your face. “That smells like fire, oh my gosh Hawks!”

You playfully shoved at each other, laughing as you tried to get the diabolical chip as far away as possible. Hawks feigned weakness and you grabbed his wrist, aiming the chip back towards his mouth. He chomped it, then lunged for you Pocky, snatching it out of your hand.

“You cheater!” you squealed, grabbing his other wrist and struggling with him for control.

“Ah! Damn girl, you’ve got some sharp claws!”

You looked at your hands, noticing your naturally black nails digging into his skin. You released him, suddenly guilty over the half moon marks left in his flesh.

“Oh, geez, sorry!” you yelped. Hawks just smiled and took out a piece of Pocky.

“No worries, I’m tough. I can handle a battle scar or two,” he said, holding the Pocky to your lips. “See, didn’t even break the skin.”

You took the Pocky with your teeth and turned away, cheeks warm. “Maybe I should have for stealing my treat.”

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to share?” he asked with a gentle elbow to your side.

“They taught me to fend for myself! Now are we gonna goof off all night or we gonna get down to business? We do have work to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just like making you laugh.” His smile made his eyes wrinkle. Your heart stuttered and you couldn’t help but smile too. He’s so pretty…

“Oh, but speaking of work, here’s the ear piece.” He pulled a device from his pocket and handed it to you. “Connect it to your phone and tomorrow while we’re on surveillance, we can talk to each other.”

You examined the compact device. “And what if I get sick of hearing you?”

He grinned and shrugged. “You can always turn down the volume and see how long it takes me to notice you aren’t listening.”

You laughed. “Alright, sounds good. Now, let’s get started with some camera stuff. Do you know what aperture is?”

Hawks pretended to rack his brain. “Hm, that company from the Portal games?”

“We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want to.”

next (part 3)

#hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami

[punk-in-docs]

I’m a ho for the detective. You think you know how filthy he is oh but he still surprises you. When he gets in a mood, he needs to fuck you right then and there. Smashing the elevator stop button and pushing you up against the wall. He hopes someone is watching through the security camera so he smiles and winks for good measure as he props you up over his shoulders, knees on the floor, eating you out like your pussy is the very essence of life. You’re holding on to the bar for dear life, juices and spit running down your thighs and drip drip dripping to the floor. You think he’s done and are grateful he’s holding you up, but he smiles wickedly at you saying “no no Birdie, I’m not done eating”. His hands spread your ass open and his tongue is running all around and into your winking hole. New sensation. Nobody’s ever done this to you before. You’re gasping and screaming for mercy, it’s too much. He’s moaning and saying shit like “theeeere you go, yeah she loves it, look at you Birdie. Anyone ever stick their tongue in your tight little ass? No? Oh man.” He spits at his target. “This might be my favorite dessert, baby. Now stop squirming and be a good girl for me, yeah? Gonna see how loud I can make you scream.”

It takes the elevator another 47 minutes before it’s moving again.

💀

TMI? To admit I think I just came from reading this? TMI? Probably TMI the kitty is growling my kitty growled I am without shame. It flew around the room snarling to read this m

You’ve killed me nonny I am physically dead. Pls play sex pistols at my funeral.

Oh dear gosh- the things I would let this slutty man do to me.

‼️So NSFW thoughts here pls be aware ‼️

You just know this man is so unbridled. He’s running a mile a minute. He’s here, he’s gone, he’s back. He’s changed his mind ten times in a second. He switches things up like you wouldn’t believe.

He’d be halfway through pounding you missionary when he decides to handcuff you to the bed, and then he’s spanking and spitting in your pussy and eating your ass like he was born to do it. The man is a chaotic switch (and so so evil with it) “Take it, come on you can take my dick. Surely you can take my tongue.” With a stout smack to your ass that ripples your whole hip. His tongue sliding down from your pussy to your ass. He laps up everything spilling out you and shoves his tongue right the way deep in your pretty ass. “So fucking delicious baby. Bet no other guy has the balls to eat you like this did they? Fucking morons ignoring a tasty ass like this. I should bring them up on charges. Fuck.”

Out in public at the movies? It got him riled up? One of those hardcore horror slashers with teenage girls scream scream screaming all panicked, flashing their tiny perfect teardrop tits and lots of garish blood. It gets him hard. He can’t help it. Gets him adjusting and shifting. And then it only ends with him reaching over and slipping your sweet little hand into his pants. “Help me out here honey. Before I fucking burst my zipper. Yeah that’s it- oh, rub me like that. Yes. Shit.” With his head thrown back. Eyes glossy as he gazes gaping at you.

He’ll have you in the dirty bathroom stalls halfway though the movie - uncaring. Sucking and slurping down his cock so good it’s got him moaning incredibly loud, fisting your hair and facefucking, spouting filthy and he doesn’t care at all who hears. Hand on the back of your head. Cig stubbed in his lips. Watching the thick drool slobber out of yours and over your chin. That porny glug-glug sound that comes with his sliding balls deep and bulging your throat. “That mouth Birdie. Fuck me. Every part of you is fucking sweet as hell huh?”

His car isn’t off limits either. He’s driving you out to dinner. A posh dinner too. A place with valet parking. Cloth napkins and bathroom attendants and glitterati LA fame. You feel like a fraud but he tells you how edible you look in your black dress and red heels. You wear stockings which he glimpses a peek of as you get in the car. Lacy band on your thigh. You better believe he’ll have you slip your panties to your feet in his red as sin Porsche, and he’ll be telling you ordering you to “Make a pretty little puddle on this seat for me. Come on.” As he twists his wrist and finger fucks the absolute shit out of you. Swirling his fingers and open palm slapping your clit to make you scream. “Louder honey. C’mon. Gimme that pretty voice.”

#punkwrites #i would die for this man #joseph quinn photoshoot #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #thank you 💕💕💕 #detective quinn #detective au #detective/murderer au #serial killer #lots of fuck #lots of sex #dirty filthy love #this is so dirty omgg #this is railing me to death

[kobblefort]

Orbsarmor: What Could Possibly Go Wrong

Here we go again.

Not a tree in sight, nor another living being. Which means no beds, at least not until we've made it to the caverns. But uhh, speaking of which...

The very first frame I unpaused, I was told "a section of the cavern has collapsed," which is really quite strange. So I went to reveal it, just to check - and see how far we'd need to dig down before we hit trees, and, well... we won't. These are not cavern layers. That green stuff? It's grass. Trees do not seem to grow in it, or at least, none of them have yet. Oh, and some of those little "HFS tubes" might have shattered down on the third cavern layer. If you don't know what that means, absolutely do not worry about it one little bit okay. Either way, if we want any kind of farming to ever happen here, we'll have to get down there and get to work on it. And we basically need farming to happen here, but before any of that we need stairs, a way of dealing with the aqueduct (I'm just going to reuse the Blackfaint method since decapods actually like waterfalls) and some kind of meager little production setup.

And fuck it, here we are at -62, starting a production area with Amontillado'able doors. Unfortunately, we have no underground seeds, 3 logs, no trees in sight, and a long time before our first caravan. But the queen gets what the queen wants, and the queen wants the perfect library - far, far away from any and all distractions. Well, it's more than a bit likely we'll just die trying. But I think sometimes you have to think "what if I DON'T fail?" And yeah sure that's been co-opted by all the morons who really run the world and get to blow billions killing themselves in submarines or trying to make AI write all the movies. But I think it obviously has some kind of value anyway.

There's a yeti up on the surface. And well I'm not saying that we could hunt it for food if we get hungry, but... we could hunt it for food if we get hungry. Just a thought!

Oh huh, that's pretty early. Well you snooze you lose right. You guys got here early!

When they ask us what we want, we're not shy. We explain the fucked up caverns problem to them and they just sort of shrug because they don't really go to the caverns.

We've gotten enough marble blocks carved out and good enough rough gems to get enough plants, meat and fish to tide us over a good while longer, but before we can bring any of it downstairs... this happens? I've never seen this before.

I think it's because of this?? Are they all about to die of exposure?? Should I be glad I haven't even gone through everybody's character screens yet???

Nope after a few minutes everyone turned out fine. Nice. Another huge W for crabs. So here we have the beginning of our "starter base," where we intend to make sure we can get self-sufficient before we bother killing ourselves for the paper economy. It'll be... well more than just a little hard, all things considered, but up on the top the orthoclase buildings are our construction workshops, and all the cobaltite ones are for kitchen-related activities. Except for the farmers' workshop, which is kinda food but it kinda flexes to textile production too, which I suppose we'll need to do at least some of.

Then a random cave-in kills one of our bobbit worms and it just gets me thinking, dude something is really fucking wrong with this whole fortress. I just... I don't think this is going to work man. We can't grow anything, anywhere. I bet you think I'm exaggerating.

Look this is fucked. Cavern didn't work. Literally nothing up on the surface. We gotta pack this shit up man. We're gonna try this shit somewhere else. Tell the Queen that shit didn't work. Daarunbay Detevay is a glitchy fucking world sometimes. We're just gonna build the library somewhere else. Did you guys take the caravan apart yet? No? Ok good cause we're not going this far man. We're not doing the glacier thing, it's stupid. We're going to the woods a little south. Let's pack up and try this again.

#dwarf fortress #crabfort #one-off

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 37 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 37. Hiccups

Steve had only woken once thanks to his own brain’s dark meanderings and Eddie had had a nightmare, but they’d returned to sleep quickly both times, so after a mostly peaceful night’s sleep, Steve decided he wanted to get at least partially back to normal. Before everything had gone to hell, he had tried to go for a run at least three times a week. It always cleared his head and set him up for the day.

He crawled out of bed still pretty early, leaving Eddie snoring with a quick kiss. After using the bathroom, he pulled on his old gym shorts and a shirt and headed downstairs. No one else was about yet, so he picked up his keys and let himself out.

The morning air was fresh with a slight bite, perfect running weather.

After doing a few stretches, he set off down the drive. He was just getting into a rhythm ready to turn along the road on his usual route, when a man stepped into his path and a flash went off. The stranger was lucky he didn’t deck him as his fight or flight instincts kicked in, and after the last few weeks they were highly primed.

“Steven Harrington?” a voice asked.

He turned to see a woman holding a microphone and a tape recorder. Just a reporter his logical brain provided, but his illogical one refused to trust his eyes. One look at her had him spinning on the spot and running right back the way he had come at about double the pace ignoring anything she shouted after him.

The front door slammed as he leaned on it, heart going a mile a minute, once he was inside. He could feel himself shaking with the adrenaline. All thoughts of a nice calming run were so much dust.

“Steve?” his mom said, appearing on the landing in her dressing gown. “Good lord, you’re a white as a sheet. What happened?”

She came down the stairs towards him quickly.

“Reporters,” he said, willing his heartrate back to normal as best he could. “They must have been hiding in the bushes. I was going for a run, and they jumped out in front of me. I … God, I nearly hit him, Mom.”

“Which would have been perfectly understandable,” his mom said, gently placing her arm around his shoulders. “Come on, I think you need to sit down. You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“What’s going on?” came from the landing and he looked up to see Eddie standing there.

“Reporters,” his mom said for him. “The cretinous morons thought it was a good idea to leap out of the bushes.”

Eddie came quickly down the stairs.

“This is what you get for trying to be all healthy and all that crap,” Eddie said.

It was a nice try, but Steve’s heart was still going far too fast for him to really smile. He could tell Eddie wanted to reach out and pull him into an embrace, but with his mom there, couldn’t.

“Your friend, Argyle, was extolling the virtues of hot chocolate to me the other day,” his mom said, guiding him towards the kitchen. “A wise young man. I think we should test out his theories, don’t you. At least the ones about chocolate, not the ones about weed.”

“And never his ones about pineapple on pizza,” Eddie added. “Fruit on pizza is just wrong.”

“Tomatoes are fruit,” Steve said as the titbit of information popped into his brain.

“They’re sauce, they don’t count,” Eddie replied.

“So are olives,” he added.

Eddie gave him a narrow-eyed look.

“Robin educated me when I made the same argument during a really boring shift at Family Video,” he confessed.

“Of course, she did,” was Eddie’s reaction to that. “I stand by pineapple on pizza being a sin, and I should know, the whole town thinks I worship Satan.”

“Sometimes I worry about this town,” was the comment from Steve’s mom’s direction.

“That’s what I’ve been saying for years,” Eddie agreed.

Steve let them sit him down and fuss over him, Eddie keeping him entertained while his mom made the hot chocolate. It was definitely not how he had wanted to start the day, but he couldn’t say sitting down to comforting beverages with his mom and his boyfriend was a bad end to the terrible beginning.

“Right,” his mom said after they had consumed their drinks and chatted about nothing for a while, “I’m going to call Sam and have the irritants removed from the end of our driveway. I’m sure he can come up with some official reason. I have the feeling they are likely to get themselves killed if they startle the wrong person. Jumping out on people who have been in fear for their lives is just idiotic.”

“You can say that again, Mrs H,” Eddie agreed.

“They’re just doing their jobs,” Steve felt the need to add, because he had seen Nancy’s journalistic instincts in action.

“Doesn’t excuse lurking in bushes,” his mom said as she placed her mug in the sink.

Steve knew when not to argue.

~*~

“Mom, did you order food?” Steve called out as he looked out onto the drive and the truck that had just pulled up.

“Yes,” came the reply from someone in the house.

Steve was so used to going to the grocery store himself these days that he had almost forgotten it was not what the Harrington household had always done. When the doorbell rang, he went to answer it, to find one man in overalls standing there with a clipboard and his companion already unloading things from their truck.

“Harrington residence?” the man asked.

“Yes,” Steve replied.

“Where do you want it?” was the next question.

“In the hall, thank you,” he said, opening the door wider.

The two men were efficient at least, bringing in bags and trays and stacking them up. Steve stayed out of the way because they seemed to have a system, but he couldn’t help noticing there were a lot of items. At some point his mom arrived as well to also watch proceedings. When the apparently never-ending stream of groceries finally did finish, his mom tipped the delivery men with a smile, signed their paperwork and shut the door.

“Mom,” Steve said looking at everything, “are we expecting people?”

Some of what had been brought in definitely looked like platters. He was not aware of any party his mom had planned.

“Yes,” she told him. “It’s more of a meeting than a party, but food always helps these things.”

That didn’t really answer his question.

“Sorry,” his mom said as she seemed to realise this as well. “When I spoke to Sam this morning about the reporter problem we finalised how to move forward. Everyone involved with the Upside Down will be coming here later this afternoon to be briefed on the cover story and in some cases to be briefed on the Upside Down, at least partially.”

“You convinced them to allow the other parents to be read in?” Steve asked in shock.

“We have children wandering around with severe PTSD,” his mom replied, “you bet I did. The idea these government types have of blackmail is laughable; they should try corporate law for a while.  But don’t worry, all the kids were consulted first.”

“Not sure you’re going to be able to lessen Ted Wheeler’s reaction with a charcuterie board, Mom,” he pointed out.

“Yes, he was one of the sticking points,” his mom said, “but I believe Mike and Nancy agreed they couldn’t tell their mom without including their dad. Your father should be home soon, and I plan to explain everything to him first so he can help.”

Steve went cold at being reminded about his dad arriving at any minute. This was so big. Utterly huge even as far as life changing things went and he couldn’t quite totally convince himself his dad was going to react well.

“Darling,” his mom said, placing a hand on his arm, “you don’t have to worry. Your father will, no doubt, have some very choice words, mostly aimed at the government, but I will make sure he calms down. All you have to do is figure out how to best survive being hugged within an inch of your life, because we all know your father is the number one hugger in this family.”

She gave him a small smile and he managed one in return, but he couldn’t push away all the anxiety. He hadn’t been on the receiving end of one of his dad’s hugs in a while. They had been butting heads since he graduated with disappointing grades, neither quite willing to offer an olive branch. A tiny part of him couldn’t help wondering if his dad would blame him for what had been going on. Not asking for help for a start.

“Let’s get everything put away,” his mom said, “and you can tell me what’s bothering you while we work, if you would like.”

Steve wasn’t sure he could articulate his amorphous fear very well, but he nodded and moved to help pick up the first of the delivery. At least being in motion was better than standing still and worrying.

Eddie appeared halfway through moving the delivery to the kitchen and immediately pitched in to help. He’d been giving Steve slightly worried looks the whole time.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asked quietly as they put some of the normal groceries away in the cabinets.

“Just needlessly working myself up over my dad coming home,” he admitted quietly.

“You think he’s going to freak?” Eddie said.

“Oh, I know he’s going to freak,” he replied, “but Mom is going to deal with that. It’s afterwards I can’t make myself believe will be okay. I think we were just about ready to start to fix our relationship, but all this, what if it’s too much? What if I’m too much?”

“Stevie,” Eddie said, moving in closer for a moment, “I think the only way you could be too much is if you decide to team up with Supergirl and Will the Wise to take over the planet, and only then if you do it in an evil way. Otherwise, I think you mom and dad would be right there to help you.”

“You couldn’t do a worse job than most world governments at the moment,” his mom commented as she walked past.

Steve almost jumped out of his skin, because he hadn’t noticed his mom was on their side of the kitchen.

“See,” Eddie said, as if that proved his point.

“But I think you might want to leave the world domination until El and Will have graduated high school,” his mom added.

Steve laughed despite his worry.

“We’d need Erica to plan it all anyway,” he said, deciding to go with the flow rather than worry himself through the floor, “and she will want to graduate as valedictorian before she’d even consider it, so we have to wait for that too.”

“I could compose you a theme song,” Eddie joined in. “Even benevolent dictators need a theme song.”

“Like from Star Wars?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, only more metal,” Eddie replied.

They spent the rest of the kitchen organisation assigning all the party to ridiculously cliched jobs within their new regime. It was as silly as it was fun and Steve almost managed to forget his anxieties … almost.

Then there was the sound of a key in the front door.

End of chapter 37

Chapter 38

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #st:beyond-the-battle #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington has powers #steddie fanfic #steddie fic

[wonderlandleighleigh]

I'm really loving your work! Especially your Midge/Lenny smut. Any chance we could have another? Maybe make up sex (or reunion sex, or accidental exhibitionism?)

(Thank you! Under the cut for attempted sexytimes)

She had not gone banging on his hotel room door for this.

She had not. 

She really, really had not. 

She had stumbled through the snow after their argument and then turned her ass right the hell around and marched herself straight to his hotel room door to tell him the he was right and that she was a moron and that she was sorry for fucking up the Tony Bennett gig and he had responded to that apology with a kiss that had her knees buckling.

And suddenly all of her snow-damp clothing is littering the hotel floor, mingling with his suit, and now that they’re both naked, things seem to slow down.

“I didn’t come here for this,” she says breathlessly as he kisses down her neck and her hands grip into his hair. “But I’m not complaining.” 

“I’m sorry I yelled,” he says as he moves them towards the bed. 

“I was an idiot.” 

“I just don’t want to see you fuck it all up, you’re so good.” He leaves her on the bed and rummages for a condom before turning back to her, foil packet in hand. “I threw out the bag.” 

“What bag?” Midge asks, dazed as she runs her eyes over his naked body. 

“The bag,” he says meaningfully. 

She looks up at his face, surprised. “Oh.” 

“It’s gonna be terrible,” he warns her. 

“The sex? It was good before. It was great before.” 

“No, the-” Lenny laughs a little. “Midge, I am trying to have a serious conversation.” 

“Oh,” she blinks. “I thought we were about to do something else.” 

“We were.” 

“Now we’re...naked and going to talk about your drug problem.” 

Lenny stands silent and awkward, erection flagging a little. “We should be clothed for this conversation. Or wait until after.” 

“Too late,” Midge shrugs. “We’re already on the train, it’s not stopping.” 

“I wanna quit,” he blurts out. “And it’s gonna be ugly, and I’m worried I might die from it a little.” 

Midget takes a breath and gets to her feet, walking over to wrap her arms around him, stroking his hair gently. “I won’t let you die from it, Lenny.” 

This time when he kisses her it’s slow and tender and needy at the same time, and it makes her moan softly as he moves them both back toward the bed. 

She comes on his fingers while clinging to him, burying her shuddered gasps into his neck, and coming down as rips open the condom, kissing his skin and running her hands over him. 

There aren’t any jokes this time. Just his soft moans and her gasps as they move together, her fingers still in his hair, her eyes drifting shut as she climbs high towards another release. 

“Lenny...” 

His hips move faster at the sound of his name, his breathing harder and she can feel the pounding of his heart against her own chest, strong and she slides a hand down to stroke there. 

He stutters out her name, hitting just where she needs him to inside of her and she cries out as she orgasms again, clinging to him hard as he follows her over that edge, his head slumping onto her shoulder.

Midge runs her hand from his hair down his back, soothing the skin there lovingly, and he lifts his head to kiss her, tender again, nuzzling her affectionately. 

“I hope you weren’t intending to make it home tonight,” he rumbles softly. 

She smiles against his lips. “I couldn’t if I wanted to, with the snow. And I don’t want to.” 

Lenny kisses her again deeply, his hold on her tight. “Good. Because you’re not leaving.” 

“Not with that vice grip you’ve got on me,” he teases, kissing his jaw. “You really threw out the bag?” 

He nods, his face going serious now as he swallows. “Yes, I did.” 

She gazes at him proudly and kisses him again.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #sexytimes

[randomperson351]

Hiding in plain sight** - Harringrove.

Summary: There is a monster hiding in the woods, and he’s very happy to see a certain familiar face.

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This is an 18+ piece, I will block ageless, blank and minor blogs.

Steve was going to kill those fuckers. 

His boyfriend had seen the glowing tree in the woods and goaded Carol and Tommy into daring the recently reappointed King Steve to climb through and see what was on the other side. Now Steve, Steve has already had his fair share of seeing what was on the other side, fought it with a bat in fact. But does that stop a thoroughly pissed off Steve from climbing through anyways to shut his moron friends up? No. It should have. But no.

The other side was red and stuffy, the portal completely sealing off the voices behind him until they were nothing but murmurs. Steve decided he was just going to take the safe route and stay there for a little while; do some looking around, maybe do a bit of stretching but staying firmly near the exit should an emergency arise (as they often did in this place). 

Unfortunately this would be easier said than done. A swarm of demobats came hurtling right for Steve’s head, some of their sharp little claws scraping across his back in the process. Steve leapt to his feet and went springing forward, getting further and further away from his only exit and deeper into the woods in front of him. His back stung something nasty when another bat landed on him, only to be viciously ripped off when a vine wrapped around his foot and sent him sprawling to the ground face first.

“Ow.” He whimpered, running his tongue along his teeth to feel if any were missing. He happily came to the discovery that his teeth were all still in his mouth, but there was still a vine attached to his left ankle that didn’t look as if it had any intention of letting go. Steve gave an experimental tug (which was not a good idea) which enticed the vine to wrap further around his leg to his knee, and drag him further into the forrest. 

With the demobats gone Steve’s scream for someone, anyone to come and help him echoed through the dense woodland all the way back to his own ears. When the vine finally stopped pulling him, Steve’s beloved polo was rucked up beneath his chest and he could feel his stomach bleeding onto the dirt below. That’s gonna be a bitch to disinfect.

“Tommy!” Another vine wrapped around his right ankle, slithering its way up his leg as the left one had.

“Carol!” They twisted up to cover Steve’s thighs.

“Anyone!” He was desperate to get away from the vines getting dangerously close to his unprotected crotch, trying to army crawl away with his free arms with no success. He opened his mouth to call again when someone answered him. 

“Easy Bambi, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

Steve froze. He knew that voice. That voice was supposed to be dead, dead and buried. He closed his eyes and hoped it was all a weird dream, he’d wake up in a drunken haze with a skull splitting headache and a vow to never drink again.

“Stevie.” The voice taunted, rounding on Steve’s prone form until it was coming from in front of him. “You can’t get away from me that easily.”

Blue eyes met his as soon as he dared to open them. Squatted before him was none other than Billy Hargrove himself. The ghost. The dead man. The myth. 

“There he is, back for more little Stevie?”

“No-”

“One time not enough for the pretty princess?”

“No, just-”

“Aww, sweetheart you shouldn’t have.” Billy cooed in a condescending tone, flicking his wrist to make the vines flip Steve on his back and carry him back to Billy’s little fortress.

“I just need to get back to my friends!” 

“Not so fast pretty boy.” 

The vines came to an abrupt halt and sent Steve sailing through the air into a familiar bed of darkened leaves and moss; more vines trapping his arms above his head and holding down his middle. “You know the price of freedom.”

“You know how well that worked the last time.”

Billy shrugged. “Worked well enough for me.”

Steve grit his teeth and struggled against the vines, inadvertantly scrubbing his injured back into the leaves.

“Stop it.” Billy placed one of his heavy boots against Steve’s vulnerable groin to still him instantly. “The pretty princess is going to hurt himself.”

"They'll come looking for me."

"Not till I'm done with you." Billy pressed his boot down harder until Steve was hissing in a combination of pleasure and pain-Billy's specialty. When he believed Steve wouldn't try and do something stupid, he released the boy's crotch and relished in his sharp inhale.

"I think it's time we go somewhere a little more comfortable."

Steve could only groan, eyes fluttering to see the blonde's wicked smile as the space around them turned into a bedroom, one identical to the one he'd been in before, laying on a much more comfortable bed with his hands still tied up by his head.

Billy was stood at the foot of the bed looking down at his prey, black veins traversing up his skin and rippling beneath the surface watching Steve wriggle to get loose.

The restraints on his wrists tightened, joined by vines creeping up his ankles beneath his traitorously loose jeans, slithering against his bare skin. Billy almost shivered as they reached Harrington's soft creamy thighs, licking his lips like he was tasting the boy. The unyielding pressure snapped the seams of Steve's jeans and boxers as other smaller vines came up to take the clothing away leaving Steve exposed once his top had been ripped off as well. 

Billy undressed himself and crawled up between Steve’s legs until every inch of their skin was touching, Steve hissing once again as Billy’s belly melded to his own scraped up skin. He was huffing and puffing when the smug face finally came into view, directly above his own.

“Painful?”

“Obviously, you are the one who dragged me along the hard-ass ground to get me here.”

Billy ground their dicks together. “Enough of the attitude Bambi, yeah?”

“Well get off then!”

“You still owe me from last time, and I intend to get what I am owed.”

The vines attatched to Steve’s ankles wrenched his legs apart, Billy sinking down nicely between them as he weaved their mouths together, unable to stop himself from writhing closer to Steve’s warmth, his thudding heartbeat pushing blood through his veins down to his steadily rising dick. As Billy claimed his mouth Steve felt something prod against his hole, it was small and slick; too small to be a finger, not to mention Billy’s hands were currently on his chest or wrapped around his throat.

Steve jolted as the slimy thing managed to wriggle its way in, detaching himself from Billy’s relentless mouth and trying to move away from the thing buring itself in his ass. 

“Just relax Stevie, I need you ready for me.”

Steve ignored him and gave another fruitless jolt as the thing started expanding, massaging his walls in a frighteningly pleasurable way with its thrusting and wiggling. A hand planted itself in the middle of his chest, holding him still. 

“Look Stevie, just relax and let me get you nice and loose or I can fuck you dry, hmm? You’re already doing so well, why ruin it now?” 

Billy’s condescending tone brought him back from the edge, enough so that he could try and limit the jumps and pulling that he was doing, although that remained an impossible feat once the vine had reached his prostate and began rubbing against it like a cat. Whimpers, moans and keens were punched out of him with each thrust; Steve was mercifully close to the edge when all the sensations stopped as the vine slithered out of him, hooking teasingly on his rim.

“Sorry pretty boy, you gotta wait for me when you cum.”

“I hate you.” Steve panted.

"Not for long."

Billy eased his cock into Steve’s warmth torturously slow, dragging out every milimetre of pleasure until he’d sunk all the way in. He laughed as the brunette gasped when he began thrusting relentessly, a full belly mocking laughter that created goosebumps on Steve’s skin. 

Billy dipped his head and ran his tongue along Steve’s stomach, feeling each contraction when he made the wounds sting and subconciously clenching down on the blonde’s dick. When he’d finished Billy lowered himself back down so he was completely covering Steve again, mixing their saliva together as they kissed making him taste his own blood as their tongues swirled together.

“You gonna cum for me Stevie?”

He was already painfully close to the edge from Billy’s version of foreplay and the constant rubbing on his trapped dick wasn’t helping much either.

“Come on Bambi, together. Let’s do it together.” Billy licked at a tear trailing down Steve’s cheek.

The brunette let out a soundless gasp as his hips pressed flush against Billy, cumming violently against the other boy’s stomach. Billy followed in much the same pattern, filling Steve with his warmth and collapsing down on top of him. 

The boys panted while they came down from their respective highs, the vines unravelling themselves from Steve’s wrists and legs.

“That was fun.”

Billy chuckled and rolled them over so Steve was led on top of him with a sleepy, sated smiled on his face. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it pretty boy.”

“Thanks, for doing it for me.” Steve said almost shyly, moving his face away from Billy’s gaze despite the fact that his eyes were still closed. Billy pressed two of his fingers underneath his Bambi’s chin, eyes lighting up when they met two endless pools of glossy brown.

“Out of everything I want to do to you, this was pretty tame Stevie, not gonna lie.”

He snorted and ran a hand over his face, exhausted from the night’s activities though blissfully aware the scrapes on his stomach had healed up from Billy’s touch.

“I should go.”

“Yeah or, you could stay with me for a snuggle?”

“Jared’s waiting for me.”

“What if he wasn’t?”

Steve narrowed his eyes at Billy’s innocent smile. “What have you done?”

“Relax Stevie, he won’t remember a thing. Hopefully.”

“Billy!”

Steve forgot the rest of his protest when he was rolled over onto his back and kissed all over, swiftly leading into round two.

Oh well, Jared would be fine.

#randomperson351 #harringrove #obsessive billy hargrove #upside down #harringrove fluff #smut #sort of dub-con but not really #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve's boyfriend's an asshole #vines #this one was kind of weird #oh well #enjoy #do not repost

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Epilogue

Pairing: Seraphina “Ser” “One Shot” Hayes (OC)/ Ben “Benny” Miller

Characters: William “Will” “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Tago” “Pope” Garcia, Seraphina “Ser” “One Shot” Hayes (OC), Francisco “Frankie” “Catfish” Morales, Ben “Benny” Miller, Maria Valencia-Morales (OC), Isabela “Isa” Morales (OC)      

Warning: Fluff, sweet moments between our fav main couple, cursing (not as bad as the previous chapters), mentions of engagements, mentions of weddings, the boys and Maria are great with last minute plans 

Word Count: 2,842

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Three weeks later…

She turns off her alarm, her head plops onto the pillow. “Get up,” she mumbles into the pillow. 

His arm tightens around her waist, pulling her closer. 

“We have to get up. If we don’t get up now, we’ll be late, and if we’re late, you will not be happy when we come home.” 

“I don’t wanna,” he whines into her shoulder. 

“You should be happy. We’re gonna go see baby Isa.” 

“She’s probably still asleep. We’ll be fine.” 

Seraphina turns her head, glancing at the clock. “Yeah,” she looks back at Benny, “it’s five, of course she’s still sleeping.” 

He cracks an eye open, “is it really five?” 

She raises her hand, pushing back the overgrown strands of his hair off to the side, “why would I lie to you about what time it is?” 

He shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

She shakes her head, “you’re a moron.” 

He smiles, moving his head closer to her, “but I’m your moron.” 

She puts her hand on his mouth, stopping him from moving any closer, “morning, no thank you.” 

“Oh, come on,” he says against her hand but, it comes out all mumbled. 

“Yes, seriously. Get up, you still have to go on your run.” 

“Can I skip it?” 

“You think that’s a good idea when your next fight is coming up so soon.” 

He sighs, “I guess not.” 

“Good, get dressed and I’ll make your protein shake and set your water bottle on the counter. How long are you running for today?” She pushes herself out of bed, throwing a jacket on. 

Benny slowly pushes himself out of bed and shrugs, “I don’t know, a couple miles, maybe?” 

“Maybe or you know? I need to know so I can have your shake and breakfast at least close to being ready. I don’t need a repeat of last week.” 

“I’m sorry, I was hungry. The eggs were right there.” 

“They were raw.” 

“I was curious.” 

“Be curious somewhere else.” 

He rolls his eyes, throwing on his workout shirt. 

“I’ll be downstairs.” 

“I put Isa’s gift together three days ago. It’s fine.” 

Seraphina stops, turning around in their bedroom doorway, “I’m not checking on it.” 

He chuckles, “you’re such a liar.”

-

“I’ll be back,” he tells her, standing behind her in the living room. 

She turns around, “discretely” pushing the baby gift away from her. It screeches on the coffee table. 

Benny raises a brow, “yeah, not going to check on it my ass.” 

“Don’t judge me. I just- I want to make sure she likes it.” 

“She can’t talk, and everything fascinates her. She’ll love it.” 

“I still want to make a good impression.” 

He nods, not wanting to make this an argument. “Okay. If I take pictures, don’t hit me,” he jokes with a teasing smile. 

She scoffs, “you’re such a jerk. Don’t be mean.” 

“This isn’t me being mean, stunner.” 

She narrows her eyes at him, “sure it’s not. Go do your run, you’re already,” she lifts her phone, turning it on, “fifteen minutes behind your normal schedule.” 

“Alright, alright. I hear you, just one thing before I go.” He cups her cheeks, pulls her closer as he leans in, kissing her with enough passion to make her toes curl. 

She’s sucked in and returns the kiss with just as much emotion. Her eyes open wide, she lets out a noise of realization. Her hands drift down towards his chest, she shoves him back, “go on your run.” 

He pouts, “fine. I’ll be gone for a couple hours.” 

“Thanks for the vague answer, Ben.” 

His lips tug upwards into a mischievous smirk, “always.” He brings her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles before kissing the ring on her ring finger. “I’ll be back.” 

She nods, watching him with a smile on her face. 

The door closes. 

Seraphina looks down at the toy, shaking her head, “this so is not right, Miller. Where are the instructions?”

-

Benny closes the front door to the smell of bacon. He silently groans to himself. “Yes. Yes. Yes.’ 

“You want to make your own plate?” 

“When do I?” 

Seraphina flips, a pancake, “I figured I’d ask.” 

“Well, aren’t we just sweet.” 

She turns off the stove and sets his plate in front of him with a raised brow, “don’t give me attitude.” 

“Never.” 

She grabs her plate and settles beside him. 

He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, “how do you think they’ll react?” 

“Let’s not talk about this now.” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t want you to be worried.” 

“Why would I be worried?” 

“We both know how the boys can be and, honestly, I think you’ll be getting an ass kicking.” 

He scoffs, reaching for his cup of coffee, “as if.” 

“What makes you think that won’t happen?” 

“They love me.” 

“Yeah, but they love me more. I’m an angel.” 

“I think you mean demon.” 

She lets out a mix of a scoff and a chuckle, shoving his arm, “first off, rude. And secondly, you didn’t ask for their permission. You’re definitely getting an ass kicking.” 

“I’m tough.” 

She turns in the chair, resting her head on her hand with pursed lips, “people who say they’re tough, aren’t tough.” She stabs her fork into the small stack of pancakes. 

“I’m a professional MMA fighter.” 

She gulps down the food, reaching for her coffee. “And you said that because?” 

“Obviously I’ve taken down hundreds of guys.” 

Seraphina nods. “I want a divorce.” 

“We’re not married yet.” 

“Really? It feels like we are?” 

His lips tug upwards, he leans in closer to her, “you wouldn’t divorce me anyway.” 

She raises a brow, “what makes you say that?” 

“You love me too much.” 

She shakes her head, “I’m marrying an idiot.” 

“An idiot who you love.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves off his comment. “Whatever.”

-

“We ready?” Benny asks, parking the car. 

She takes a deep breath, “yeah, totally.” 

He turns to look at her for a moment. “We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.” 

Seraphina shakes her head, “no, no. I can do this. We can do this; besides it’ll be fun to see Isabela in person and I have to get started on embarrassing Frankie while she’s young.” 

He chuckles, “and you wonder why he was hesitant to invite you.” 

“He knew what my plans were. He knew what he was getting into when he found out Maria was pregnant.”

-

Benny rings the doorbell. 

“Just a second,” a voice says from inside. 

The door swings open and an out of breath Frankie leans against the doorway. 

“Children and you don’t mix well.” 

“Thanks, asshole.” 

“No problem, bitch,” Seraphina smirks at Frankie. 

“What have I told you about the cursing?” A female voice comes from behind the man. 

“I didn’t do it. It was her,” he points to the blonde. 

“She just arrived, Frank. Don’t blame her.” 

“Thank you, Maria.” 

She pushes her way past the father of the precious baby girl. “Where is my precious- oh my god,” she stops talking when Maria turns with Isabela in her arms. “She is adorable.” 

“Thank you.” 

Maria glances over at Frankie, who nods. “Would you like to hold her?” 

The blonde’s eyes widen, she shakes her head, “oh no. I couldn’t I- um-” 

The mother shakes her head, “it’s okay. Follow me.” 

She follows with no further comment. 

“Sit.” 

Seraphina does as she’s told. 

Maria carefully places the precious bundle in the woman’s arms. 

Isabela looks up at her with a curious look, bunching the blonde’s shirt in her tiny, clenched fist. 

“She likes you.” 

“She does?” Seraphina asks. 

“She’s not crying,” Frankie comments, sitting beside his girlfriend. 

“I bet she cries with you all the time.” 

“Don’t be mean.” 

“I’m nervous. I need this one’s stamp of approval.” 

“You’ve got it.” Frankie turns to look at Benny, who’s carefully settling himself beside his girl. “Hey, you drive that eye sore here.” 

The young Miller rolls his eyes, “no I didn’t drive that “eye sore” here.” 

“Good, I don’t need my neighbors asking any questions.” 

“Oh, come on, you know that’d be one way to make friends with your neighbors,” Seraphina adds. 

“I’d prefer not to.” 

She shrugs, “yeah, I don’t blame you.” 

“Who’s coming today?” asks Benny. 

“Your brother,” Maria answers him. 

“No Tago? Really?” 

“He and Yvonna are still settling into their place and helping her brother with a few things,” says Frankie. 

“Ah, got it.”

A knock on the door disturbs the moment of silence. 

Frankie stops his girl from answering the door, he opens it to find the one and only, Will Miller. 

Benny pushes himself off the couch, hugging his brother (even if they did just have dinner a few days ago). 

“She already got to baby?” asks Will. 

“Hey, hey. Don’t judge,” the blonde woman says. 

The older Miller raises his arms, “no judgement here.” He moves his head closer to the former pilot, “I hope you’re prepared for little Isa to know every single embarrassing story about you.” 

The father of the child chuckles, shaking his head, “nope but, I know it’ll be interesting how she’ll react when she can actually talk.” 

Isabela begins to make fussy noises, Seraphina maneuvers her so she’s sitting up, watching everyone in the room. 

Maria shakes her head, “I think it’s time for her bottle.” 

Seraphina lifts Isa so she’s standing up on her legs, giving her mother enough room to lift her up into her arms. 

Benny glances over at his fiancée and notices her pouting. He chuckles, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side, “don’t worry, she’ll be back before you know, stunner.” 

She rolls her eyes, “shut up.” She looks over at the two number one supporters of “Serenny”, “what?” 

“When did this,” Will gestures between the two of them, “happen?” 

“A while ago.” 

“Not a good enough answer,” says Frankie. 

“It was after the- you know,” Benny adds. None of them prepared enough to talk about what happened three weeks prior. 

“And what exactly is going on between the two of you?” Frankie asks. 

Benny scoffs, “Jesus, what is this? An interrogation?” 

“It could be,” his brother replies. 

Seraphina turns to whisper in his ear, “I told you this was going to happen.” 

“Oh, ha ha.” 

Maria walks back into the room, not paying attention to what’s going on between the four. She sits on the couch, adjusting Isa’s head in the crook of her elbow before beginning to feed her. “I forgot to say, congratulations you two. Your ring is beautiful, Seraphina.” 

The engaged couple on the couch freeze, Benny’s eyes widen, Seraphina feels as if she’s lost her breath. 

“Her what?” Frankie repeats. 

Will steps towards the two. 

The blonde woman is quick to put herself between the two, stopping the older Miller from getting any closer. “Okay, I’m clearing the air. It’s true, we’re engaged, and we live together.” 

“You didn’t need to tell them that,” Benny whines. 

She looks over her shoulder, “shut up.” She turns back towards the two, “we’re happy and I’m not going to make the same mistake I did the last time.” 

Will looks at her, “you sure?” 

She shakes her head, “no, I- I made a really bad choice and I knew from the moment I left that leaving was wrong, but I was too scared to come back.” “And now?” 

“Now, I’m not so scared and I’m really happy- we’re really happy,” she gives him a genuine smile as tears pool in her waterline. 

The man in front of her nods, pulling her in for a hug, “I told you so.” 

She scoffs and smacks his arm, “don’t ruin this sweet moment.” 

He pulls back from her, putting his hand in front of his brother. 

Benny grabs it. 

Will yanks him up and hugs him. 

-

Frankie grabs onto Seraphina’s wrist, pulling her into the kitchen. “Why is this the first time I’m hearing of this?” 

She struggles to give him an answer. “I wanted to tell you, I swear I did but, I’m also still in shock.” 

He furrows his brows, “why?” 

“I just- I still can’t believe I’m engaged and to the guy that I’ve always felt something for-” 

“Loved.” 

She exhales, “yeah, I still can’t believe I’m engaged to guy I’ve always loved, are you happy?” 

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “I am, as long as you’re happy.” 

She sniffs, “I am. I really am.” 

“Good.” He pulls her in for a hug, resting his head on top of hers, “now, if he tries to do anything-” 

“Frankie,” she laughs.” 

He shakes his head, “no, no. Let me finish. If he does anything you don’t like or anything he shouldn’t, I have the right to kick his ass.” 

“Not without me, you don’t,” Will chimes in. 

“This is a private conversation, Miller,” Frankie jokingly snaps at him. 

Will shrugs, “seems like anyone could join in.” 

Seraphina shakes her head, “you two are insane.” 

“Yeah, but you love us,” the former pilot adds. 

“I don’t know about that.” 

“You’re more brutal than the time Benny got his ass kicked,” says Will. 

-

“Hey! I won that fight.” 

-

She walks out of the kitchen, shaking her head, “yeah, you did, Ben.” She whispers over her shoulder for the two to hear, “no, he didn’t.” 

“I heard that.” 

“Exactly.” She sits down beside Benny. 

“When’s the wedding?” asks Maria. 

“We don’t actually plan on doing a big thing.” 

“Oh? Really?” 

“Yeah, we were thinking of doing a small personal event.” 

“Personal?” Will repeats. 

Seraphina glances back at Benny, he nods with a small smile. “We were thinking of having Tago get ordained, Will be Benny’s best man, and Frankie being my maid of honor?” 

-

“Hell, yeah!” 

-

Everyone’s head snap in the direction of the front door. 

Frankie jumps off the couch, opening the door to see Santiago with a wide smile. 

The two share a quick hug before joining everyone in the living room. 

“When do I need to get ordained?” 

Seraphina struggles to give a response and stutters. 

Benny grabs her hand and interlocks their fingers, squeezing her hand once. “We don’t have an exact date yet, but we wanted to see when everyone was free first.” 

“Why not right now?” Santiago asks. 

Seraphina’s eyes widen, “right now?” 

“Yeah, why not?” 

“I- uh-” she pauses, thinking about it. She nods, giving him a wide smile, “yeah, let’s do it!” 

“Yeah?” Benny repeats. 

She turns back to him, nodding, “hell, yeah.” Her head snaps over to Maria and a semi sleepy Isa. “Sorry.” 

The mother shakes her head, “don’t worry about it but, thank you for apologizing unlike some people,” she turns to her boyfriend. 

“I say sorry,” Frankie argues. 

“Anyway, Frankie take Santiago into the kitchen and help him get ordained. William, help me with a few things in the backyard. Benny go look in our closet for two outfits, one for you and one for your bride.” 

The boys exit the living room, doing as they were told to do. 

Seraphina looks up at Maria, “what about me?” 

“You will hold Isa.” 

“Oh, okay.”

-

“Are we ready?” Santiago asks, knocking on Frankie and Maria’s bedroom door. 

Maria nods to the blonde, proud of her work, “is everything else set up?” 

“Yep.” 

“Benny is ready?” 

“Already waiting for our blushing bride.” 

“Can you bring Frankie and Will in here, please?” Seraphina asks. 

“Yeah, hang on.”

-

“And we’re back.” 

“What is it?” 

“Is something wrong?” 

“Are you three standing there?” Seraphina questions, standing closer to the closed door. 

“Yeah.” 

“Would it be weird if I asked that you three walk me out?” 

It’s quiet, none of the boys say anything. 

“Hello?” 

“Yeah, we’ll do it,” Frankie’s strained voice comes through the door. 

“Are you three crying?” 

“No,” Santiago argues. 

-

“Are you ready?” asks Maria, who’s standing behind the soon-to-be bride. 

“I am.” 

-

The bedroom door opens, Maria steps out first, followed by Seraphina. 

“I can’t believe you three are crying." 

"How could we not?” Frankie adds. 

Will steps forward, “are you ready?” 

“Would everyone stop asking me that and walk me outside so I can marry the man I love.” 

“Let’s do this,” Santiago says, taking her bouquet from Seraphina. 

Will interlocks her right arm with his. 

Frankie follows his lead with her left arm. 

-

The four walk down the aisle, Will is the first one to step away followed by Frankie and then finally Santiago (who hands Seraphina her bouquet before standing between the two). 

It’s a long ceremony, the newly ordained man wouldn’t stop tearing up. 

Frankie couldn’t keep himself together and kept sniffling. 

The same could be said for the two getting married but, they were a little better (neither of the two will ever admit to wiping away their tears even though Maria has proof that says otherwise). 

Even Will had tears in his eyes. 

-

This was definitely a happy ending to a shitty, messed up adventure.  

Chapter VIII

#Triple Frontier #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier imagines #Benny Miller #benny miller imagines #benny miller imagine #benny miller x ofc #benny miller x oc #benny miller x seraphina hayes #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller fanfic #benny miller fic #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #one shot #One Shot - fanfic

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Future Gohan Survives AU Part 3! The Waiting Game

20 minutes after Trunks left to go to the past, Gohan woke up. Again. Gohan looked like he was pleased with himself. Bulma was at his bed with a bowl of meat soup in hand. Gohan looked Bulma in the eye

"Trunks left to fight Frieza, didn't he?"

"Yep."

"Good. I have complete faith in him."

"Mm-hmm"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yep."

Gohan fell silent to think about what Bulma was mad about. Then, he hit himself in the head on purpose because he realized that Bulma was obviously pissed because he literally woke up to fight her son just to pass out

"Look, Bulma, I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have fought Trunks. What I did was moronic and when Trunks gets back from the past I'm going to apologize to him. I'm sorry. Really I am. I'm an idiot-"

Bulma finally snapped

"Oh my God will you shut up?!? You're not an idiot! Odds are, you're one of the wisest people I know! I get that you're angry you missed out on Trunks' training, I get that you're sad because you think you failed Trunks, I get it! But whatever funk you're under, I need you to work through it before Trunks gets back! He's going to be the future! Let's try to not be like your father and leave the future in some less traumatized hands!"

Gohan was speechless. He knew that he was off, but he didn't expect to be told that in such a straightforward manner. He was completely aghast. He figured that he should might as well do what Bulma says. Plus, he's absolutely starving and Bulma's the only one with hot stew

"Yeah. You're right. Thanks for that."

Bulma calmed down. She had gotten that visibly overwhelmed to prove a point. But, when she snapped at him, she realized something.

Gohan's only 23.

She realized that Gohan's really just a kid. When she was Gohan's age, his father was fighting Piccolo Jr. Sure, that was stressful, but that's nothing compared to everything Gohan's gone through. Bulma comes to a conclusion, that she's going to be a mother of two children. Just one of them is going to be a lot more stubborn and have a lot more of a savior complex than the other.

"Yeah, dummy. I'm happy to help. Now eat this soup I made for you. You haven't eaten real food in literal years. Do you need me to feed you?"

Gohan shakes his head

"No thanks, Bulma. I'm ambidextrous, so I didn't lose my dominant hand. But I appreciate the help!"

"Alright, kiddo. I'm gonna go, call me if you need me!"

Bulma exits the room

"Hey Gohan?"

"Yeah Bulma?"

"I love you, kiddo"

Gohan took a pause. Nobody told him that in years. He shed a single tear. He'd missed being validated. He'd missed his mom. Gohan figures that he definitely needs to stop by to visit once Bulma will let him out.

"I love you too, Bulma"

Bulma shut off the lights before leaving

"Goodnight, kiddo. Now go get some rest. You need it"

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Over the next few months, Gohan began to train. In both physical and mental. Gohan decided to finally properly learn a one armed technique: The Makankōsappō. Gohan had tried his best to visualize how Piccolo used the move. Luckily, he had a couple of recordings to figure how out how Piccolo used his stance. So, naturally, he copied that. He took as many notes as he possibly could. Gohan wished that he listened to Mr. Piccolo more when he was describing how to the use Makankōsappō.

After a month and a half of trying and failing and taking notes, all Gohan could manage to do is just shoot his Kamehameha through his fingers. Gohan punched a tree and it snapped in half

"DAMMIT! HOW THE HELL DID MR. PICCOLO DO THIS MOVE?!?!"

Gohan felt a familiar hand place itself on his shoulder

"It's because you're not focusing your energy into your hand, runt."

It was Mr. Piccolo. Gohan didn't know how that's possible, and he didn't care. He began to bawl tears of joy and hugged Piccolo. He then fell through Piccolo's body and prompty ate the curb like a total champ. Piccolo chuckled to himself, wiping away a tear that he would vehemently deny if asked about it.

"Sorry, runt. I'm just a voice and a vision. I figured that the least I can do is bother King Kai into playing a free game of telephone at least once. Being on King Kai's planet with your father and Vegeta has basically been my equivalent to Hell anyways."

Gohan then heard the piercing voice of King Kai

"YOU SHOULD GO TO HELL!"

Piccolo chuckled again

"Okay, lemme teach you this real quick before King Kai decides to kick me off his planet. He's already done it to Yamcha and I've got a feeling I might be next"

And so, Piccolo and Gohan began to train. Piccolo taught Gohan how to use his signature move, and for a few hours, everything felt perfect. Just a master and his student, training. It reminded him of the old days, when he was training with Piccolo for the Saiyans. Only, this time things were different.

Gohan and Piccolo were equals here

After four straight hours of training, Gohan finally did it. He finally used the Makankōsappō. Flawlessly, too. Piccolo gave his usual 'nice job, runt' and King Kai told him that he had five more minutes due to the fact that he had to feed Bubbles soon. Piccolo took the form of a vision once more and looked at Gohan straight in the eye

"Look, kid. I know I haven't been all that present, and I'm sorry. But before I go, I just wanted to let you know that I'm so proud of you. I love you more than you could ever know. And you're going to be a great teacher. I believe in you wholeheartedly. Continue training Vegeta's brat to your fullest extent. He may not say it, but I know that Vegeta's proud of his son. And I know that your father is proud of you. Next time you get the chance, try and talk to him. He'd love to talk to you again,"

Piccolo began to tear up

"I love you, my student. My family. My friend. I hope to see you again after you send those Androids packing down to Hell. I believe in you!"

Gohan felt a flurry of emotions. He felt the happiest he'd ever been. He felt odd that he wanted to talk to his father again. He'd hated Goku ever since he died. Maybe he's finally learning to move past his trauma like Bulma had told him to. But, most of all. Gohan finally knew that fate and the gods were on Trunks and his side.

Gohan finally had hope.

#future gohan survives AU #future gohan #dbs #dbsuper #dbz #gohan #trunks #future trunks #future bulma #lemme know if you want more of these! #angsty future gohan survives AU inspired by the beard saga! #oh and for context Trunks' visit to the past plays out the exact same from DBZA #If I feel like talking about it I'll do some good old fashioned RETCONS BABEY

[fluffallamaful]

Locked-In AU: it’s like the Healing AU, but worse! :D

So, similar situation to the Time Travel AU, actually: everyone’s sent back in time with their memories + Limbo Lessons intact, except for Dream. But the only difference is that Dream was not unscathed. Instead, his body and mind have deteriorated so much in the future that his present self just — shuts down. He can think, feel, understand, but he can’t move a muscle. In this condition, it’s easy for Sam and Quackity to make the case for one another that Dream needs serious care. And this leads to more honest conversations much, much earlier on. No 3D chess, no extreme clownery in attempting deception, just an honest attempt to right past wrongs and make the future a brighter one.

But Dream doesn’t understand what’s going on. He doesn’t know why Sam and Quackity are acting different, or why everyone else is suddenly speaking to his motionless body in soft, faux-cheery voices, or why — anything is happening. Hell, he doesn’t even know why he can’t move! Nobody has these conversations in front of him — it doesn’t feel appropriate — so he’s left to assume the worst.

Dream is given comfort. Plenty of it, actually. He’s settled in a plushy bed and surrounded by pillows and also Sam, he’s bathed twice and fed good food through a tube thrice a day, and even though nobody’s aware that he’s still conscious they often come by and sit with him, either to talk to his “unconscious” body, or to lie next to him and cuddle a bit (Sam in particular will spend hours grooming his hair), or just to sit there and read in silence. Everyone is trying to make sure he’s as cozy as possible, even if he can’t actually recognize any of it.

But slowly — and starting about a month or two later, Dream begins to regain some sense of mobility.

First it’s his eyes. Then his fingers and toes. Eventually he can sit up, stumble across the room, move — and nobody knows, because he always waits until they’re gone to practice it.

One day he moves to escape. It’s way before it should logically be, sure, but — it’s Dream. He’s stupid. And so he stumbles, and he almost falls, and he somehow manages to get out of the community house before someone sees him and shouts his name — at which point he tries to run, fails, falls flat on his face twice and yet somehow manages to scramble up the nearest tree before anyone can reach him.

What follows looks like something out of a Looney Tunes script. Dream is stuck in a tree, trying desperately to look intimidating while dressed in a hospital gown, battered to bits, and visibly shivering so violently that everyone below is panicking and trying to make sure they’re in position to catch him if/when he falls. They’re tripping over one another. Half of them are trying to appease him (“Yes, I’m scared! I surrender!” “You win, Dream! You’re the strongest here, there’s no beating you!” “Please just come down so we can discuss terms?”) and the other half is screaming at him for being an absolute moron (“Dream you come down here right now or so help me —” “You fucking idiot, get down here so I can kick your ass!”).

Eventually Quackity announces that he’s coming up. Dream screams “No” so loudly that everyone kind of freezes. Quackity listens. Dream doesn’t expect that, but he does.

The standoff continues into the night. People are taking shifts. They’re trying to lure him down with food. Bad talks about how tasty this rabbit stew is, and loudly bemoans that there’s nobody to share it with. Dream is starting to doze off and Sam calls up to say that if he’s tired he can come down and they’ll all go to bed. Nothing works.

Eventually Dream tries to make a break for it. He trips and falls flat on his face before he can take three steps. He’s caught immediately, and just — gives up. He’s so tired, and there’s nothing he can do. He starts crying.

Sam carries him inside. He’s cold and shivering: hospital gowns are shit at heat retention, and he was out there all night. It might have rained, even. He’s settled down back in his bed, and expects the worst — but nothing bad happens. He’s fussed over, and cooed at, and cuddled by someone desperate to warm him back up to a reasonable temperature. Someone wipes away his tears and kisses him on the forehead. He’s fed soup, able to swallow on his own for the first time in months. He tastes it. It’s good.

:(((((( this oneee :(( what the heckkkk this one’s even more confusing for himmmm 😭

but it’s super interesting coz i feel like i’m this one he’d learn about the limbos so much faster? unless of course they only visit him in small groups? maybe for the sake of the storyline they all just conveniently don’t talk about the limbos around him? just coz they’re more focused on him?

(more belowwww)

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it would be so scary for him to not know why he can’t move :(( but also very in character for him to only try to help himself recover while no one’s in the room. still planning an escaping even though everyone’s being nice to him coz it’s just. too. suspicious.

THIS TREE CHASE WHAT THE HECK THATS SO CUTE LITTLE DWEAM clinging to a tree branch in his hospital gown with goosebumps and knees knocking :((( what the heckkkkk 😭 and everyone actually listening to him for once and just trying to get him to come to them this time??

his stumbly scurries make my heart ache 😖 omg,, but they take him back to his blankets and wrap him up so tight and soothe and comfort him and give him SOUP. eventually someone manages to ask him how he managed to regain his strength and for how long? i feel like it could be extra heartbreaking if he goes non-verbal during this. just too scared and confused and helpless-feeling to feel comfortable opening up yet :((

but then you get all these cute acts where people are trying to gently explain what has happened to him, while also trying to get him to respond ☹️

🦙🦙🦙…

#llama asks #soup the destroyer #Soups Locked-In AU

[the-firebird69]

Elton John - Levon

There are two levons one is Ken my daddy and not my father and the other is Dr Manhattan and he's really Trump and he calls his son Jesus and Ken does it because his son in law is jesus's brother and jesus's brother is also his son-in-law to two different women who are children of his. And Donald Trump actually will go back to Ken he's blowing up balloons in the future with my husband in a business and we think it's the garage that's near the house and he does not want the house to move so he's got people watching it then it's because it'll be a signal that the the code of the max is beginning so either or it's going to help and that's what he does to light it up and he does that kind of thing and it helps him and it helps my husband who helps out with the business. And there are some funky balloons. But the second one is very important this guy Trump is Charles Manson and he goes around says women are doing it and he's having people supposedly say things in space he's been working on my husband for it and the max are testing and he's horrible and he's a moron and a pig and he does the wrong stuff and everyone hates him. We are going to talk about that a little bit more but his son he calls Jesus and he's always trying to sacred face him he's always trying to sacrifice it his son Dave AKA Dan and he calls a little scuffle over the laundry cuz my son used to get in front of trump and he went to bed and slept good that night cuz he learned it and he studied it and it found out it's true and he hates his father and he should he's a b**** and I know he's a b**** I got stuck having to visit him or something and it's true that I visited with my stepmom and she was calling me her daughter and it was really Emily blunt and that girl is stupid and she was thinking she's drinking my blood and stuff I don't know why and he says he's she's very stupid and she was sick I think and she's a little sick and it was lack of oxygen but she got sick and I could heal up pretty quick and it's amazing but really he's going to be blowing up balloons with my daddy and Trump will be long gone along with his son who he calls Jesus and it is a sad story because he went mentally ill it was already fairly sick but he lost it and was trying and he's a rebel but he he won't heal himself and he's going into the lion's den. And my daddy is also a sad story but he's a fighter and he's going to fight as long as he can just like Arnie did he didn't give up and he still might be alive and we might ruin the max plan

Hera Zues

Olympus

It's a sad and touching story but really it's true I was sitting there doing that and I'm doing it here everyone says I'm a space cadet and it can hear it a mile away he says it right away and I just keep going and it sounds real stupid he says every time it's not obviously true and really it's true he says he doesn't mention it to say something which is also dumb it's a living hell here and it's horrible and I can't stand it and I have to stay here and really I'm the one doing it and it doesn't look good

Trump

Well this sucks so bad you idiot

Dan

We believe that Tommy boy is going to happen in next few days and so is Joe dirt and tell me about dies in that movie several times and his dad dies it really his father several times and people right there are poisoning him and Lily dies in combat and you're never going to guess where he says in that bug movie it's not really a movie and it should be it should be a movie by now but they won't put it up there because the sacrilege Donald Trump in the ass

Thor Freya

I might it might be starcraft it did Warcraft and they won't do war hammer or starcraft I do know why and they don't like to cinematic or the intro or the person saying it and I say this that's kind of what I do I have to do a secretly and I don't know how I'm going to do that and it's pretty quick pretty quick I just grab wooden ships and your vector and if you attach things to them it's no big deal and I just see what you're saying probably take an afternoon if we have the signs and I think this is going to go ahead it's really a cool idea and we got the uniforms and everything and we have training modules we can use it's a great idea cuz everyone will hate me I know why he's saying it

Trump

Not everyone will hate you and you're loved by some people you're just not loved by us but we like you you're a rebel

Meghan Markle Kate Middleton Dan Alicia Tricia and we still love you those last two they say Brad even he says Becca and thanks thank you for saving my life she says, Camila you nasty but not nasty as them sometimes you are I know what it is your brain is in trouble in front, it's not my fault and we do love you Tommy f we just can't stand what you're doing sometimes, and I mean it you do the job we need the job done this will be a great job to do and we want to do it with you and we mean the movie, I've had enough of you but you are people we want to stay there and leave the boy alone and don't try stuff but we have to counter you cuz you can't help it and we know how it is Mallory, so he says why what are you doing woody, I can't stand you you strangled me but heck it may have been a mac Garth, there's a lot of people who are thinking of it this way you're rebel you do the job before you were fine the new you is not so good and you need to heal bill. P, I wish we didn't put it this way but I have to say this you're doing the job if you do this movie we're going to try and help you but you have to keep your hands off and stop getting mad at every single person around us with your stupid cartoon balloons and people have to trace those down a lot of times they're Max they're trying to do it to him but he's on it really fast and that means the other guy and no not Dave thank you very much Preston, we know you and we understand you we know what you're up to and it's mostly our stuff too enjoy your attitudes way out there for some reason, that was Eddie Murphy that's me, we can't stand you you're disgusting but you're not as racist as you say or mean but you just keep doing it to him and he can't stand you doing you idiot shack we're going to send you a big letter and a card it's going to be a big card and we don't want you to New York

All rebels say it

Olympus we approved to print

#Youtube

[apoapsis]

@dimensionalspades said, ❛  when was the last time you ate something?  ❜ (from Soldier)

                 Despite how quickly the exertion and stress TALON places him under tends to burn calories, they only ever give him just enough to meet these needs. It’s rare that his stomach is ever full– but worse than that, during the weeks that they didn’t place him on any active roster, he rarely received more than dinner. If he did something exemplary– something worthy of praise– then he could have anything he could think of. It’s difficult to stockpile food when he already received so little; anything extra he found in the Enforcer’s lounge disappearing to fill the ever-present void in his stomach. There’s a quiet grunt of displeasure as the soldier squeezes out from where he’d been lying snug against SIGMA’S side, awakening him from where he’d begun to doze off.

… He must look horrible if Jack felt compelled to ask.

                “-- Me?” SIGMA asks, watching as Jack begins going through his belongings, pulling out various odds and ends until he finds his stash of food items. Did he intend to feed him…? With how little he already had on hand…? “-- I, ah–”

He could lie– he should lie.

                A strained, anxious smile plays across SIGMA’S features as he weighs the benefits and consequences to simply lying. Not only would it persuade Jack to forfeit his already sparse and clearly dwindling supplies, but he also felt terrible pangs of guilt when it came to reflecting on TALON as “negligent” of his needs– worst yet, it was wrong of him to refuse a treat, regardless of who was offering it to him. He hates feeling ungrateful; TALON made him feel so wretched for it.

“... A couple of days, give or take...?” Would that upset him? He wondered, shifting so that he can go from sitting up to lying on his side upon the soldier’s makeshift bed in his absence. “Y-you know, you do not have to share anything with me! I– I-I really do not need so much hospitality! Truly!” He calls to Jack while he rifles through his available resources, one of his long arms hanging over the edge of the bed as he tucks his forearm beneath his chin. "... You make it sound so cruel when you ask questions like that... TALON does provide the majority of the time--" But as much as he claims it to all be TALON’S doing, he neglects to admit that he did, to some degree, agree with their reasons for discouragement. Failing a mission was unacceptable– the resulting casualties were unforgivable. Funny, how SIGMA claimed to be so opposed to unjust loss of life, and yet the lives of the units placed under his protection seemed to slip through his fingers so easily and with such rapidity.

                   “... I suppose I don’t think I really– I…. Ooh!” The scientist trails off when Jack appears to find what he’d been searching for: a couple of stale burgers, still fully wrapped although having gone cold and stiff in his pack– one of which the soldier places directly into one of SIGMA’S gloved palms. Lamentations momentarily forgotten, he visibly marvels at the little parcel in his hand. How long had it been since he’d had fast food? His highly restrictive diet made such a treat seem that much more enticing to the astrophysicist. Wanting something explicitly for the sake of not being allowed it.

It’s simply too good to refuse, he’d be a fucking moron to say no.

                    “... Ah, bedankt!” He chimes, body coiling back into sitting up on his knees on the small mattress as the item’s wrapper is haphazardly stripped from it and discarded beside himself. No time is wasted between freeing it from the confines of its paper and taking a sizeable bite of it, and by god, it’s the best thing he’s tasted in years! Even stale as it is, the acrid flavors of the various sauces and sour pickles practically make his mouth water, and before SIGMA realizes it, he’s eaten the entire thing, leaving him swiping a stray bit of mustard from the fabric of his gloved thumb with the edge of his tongue, grinning to himself.

“... m-my goodness! That was the most delicious thing I have ever had! Thank you very much!”

#interactions + ғʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ ; ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴇᴏᴍᴇᴛʀɪᴄ ᴘʀᴏɢᴇɴʏ + #dimensionalspades #recall + ʙʟᴜʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʀᴇᴀʟ ; ʀᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ + #sigma vc; i dont deserve anyth- .... wait is that big mac 4 me 😋

[decaynow]

having a depressive episode rlly just be like that huh. i really cooked my ass an entire omelet and cant finish half of it and now i feel shitty and wasteful

#good going moron you should have just gone to bed #non aesthetic. #obito opens his mouth #tw negative

[dragondemoness]

So you know how in DV3 they’re usually are given a deadline if none of them try to kill each other?What if the reader commits suicide to prolong it. I mean it would technically work right?

Finally finished the last request in my inbox lmao

Sorry this took so long anon😅

Warning: major angst, mentions of suicide, spoilers for Danganronpa V3 and Trigger Happy Havoc, character death besides the reader's

DV3 Cast x Reader Who Commits Suicide

Shuichi Saihara

Isn't sure what to feel at first

He understood your intentions, of course

He knew you meant well

But why?

He keeps repeating that question in his head

Why did you do it?

Even though he knew the answer, he didn't want to believe it

He never thought this would happen to you

To the both of you

So he didn't know how to cope with it

As a detective, he knew how to accept reality, no matter how sad or gruesome

But this was different

He doesn't go into denial for long

That's when the sadness comes

When he's alone, he lets the tears fall

This was the first time in a while that he cried

You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and just like that, you were gone

He just wishes he noticed

He's a detective, he should have noticed that there was something off

Maybe then, he could have stopped you

But what's done is done, and he has to accept it

That won't stop him from missing you though

Rantaro Amami

At first, he's just stunned

Just the day before, you were laughing and talking with him, tangled up in bed with him

And here you were, dead

He says your name a few times, holding onto the hope that you were still alive

But you weren't

Then he starts crying

There were so many places he was going to take you after the killing game ended

There was so much for you to do together!

But it's never gonna happen now...

All because of your selflessness

Rantaro understands your intentions, he's not angry with you

If anything, he's proud

But he still wishes you stayed

Kokichi Oma

At first he's shocked

Then he laughs it off

He laughs about your "stupidity" and your "foolishness"

"Hah! How funny! What kind of idiot kills themselves to save a bunch of useless morons?!"

But only while his classmates are watching

When he's alone, he's wailing

He feels bad for acting that way, he just doesn't know what else to do

He doesn't understand why you did this

You could have stayed and watched the others die

Honestly, he would rather watch the others die than have you die

He could care less about the others

As long as you're together

But you're gone, and there's nothing he can do about it

Kaito Momota

Shocked at first

Then he feels really depressed

Doesn't cry immediately, he just feels depressed

When he's lying awake at night, without you beside him, that's when he starts to cry

After going through a whole day without you with him, he's in the feels

He rarely sleeps anymore, the bed feels empty without you

He keeps a brave face during the day, but his bright and energetic personality is completely gone

At night, he lets the tears flow

That's when he's most emotional

It's just not the same without you

Maki and Shuichi attempt to comfort him, but it doesn't really work

When Kokichi annoys him, Kaito becomes much more aggressive with him

Without you there to calm him down, he can't help himself

He understands your intentions, but he's just not himself without you

Maki is actually helpful to him

She confesses feelings for him at some point, but he gently rejects her

No one could ever replace you, and Maki respects that

Considers committing suicide to join you

Gonta Gokuhara

Absolutely heartbroken

Starts bawling the second he sees your body

Holds your body close to him for a few moments

He just wants to hold you for one last time

After that, he's not the same

He starts to act like Taka after Mondo's death

Except more sad

Still tries to be a gentleman, but it's not working too good for him

His biggest motivation to be a gentleman was you

You made him want to be the most gentle gentleman who ever gentlemanned

But now that you were gone, it's not the same

Spends more time caring for his bugs

It helps a little bit

But he misses you way too much

He later goes on to murder Miu to get himself executed

He regrets it deeply, but he did it for you

Korekiyo Shinguji

Not very emotional

He's just shocked and extremely saddened

He doesn't cry, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care

Grows very depressed and much quieter

He spends his late nights thinking about you

He moved on from his sister at this point, but he kind of hopes you find each other and become friends

He doesn't want you to be lonely

He goes on to murder Tenko and Angie so you wouldn't be alone

Part of him knew you would be disgusted with him for that, but he just wanted you to have friends

Every once in a while, he'll cry

But the moment passes quickly

And when he finally gets executed for his wrongdoings, he immediately goes to find you

Ryoma Hoshi

Another one who isn't very emotional

He's sad and a little angry

Not at you, but at the situation

He doesn't understand why you did it in the first place

Why couldn't you stay and survive the killing game with him?

He doesn't understand, but he's not angry with you

You were the only person he ever really cared for

So without you, he just feels so empty

Somehow becomes more cold and stoic than he already was

Sometimes he worries that he pushed you away too much, that he was too distant from you

His depression gets even worse

He just waits for someone to kill him, or to do it himself

Doesn't bother to fight back when someone Kirumi finally kills him

K1-B0/Kiibo

Isn't sure how to process his feelings

He's sad, but he can't really tell

Short circuits out of complete shock, and someone has to tell him what happened

Then he knows for sure that he's sad

He doesn't cry, but he wishes he can

He feels bad for not being able to be more emotional about the situation

He understands why you did it, and he's proud

He just wishes you were still there with him

When Kokichi or someone else teases him for being a robot, he just doesn't process it

Feels depressed without you, even though he's a robot

Miu offers to make him a robot partner, but he refuses

I'm sorry I have no idea how to write for Kiibo

Kaede Akamatsu

Shocked and heartbroken

Understands your intentions, but why?

Like Shuichi, she keeps questioning it over and over

More emotional than he is tho

Like basically everyone, she distances herself from everyone

Shuichi tries to comfort her, but it only helps a little bit

Spends more time alone

She often plays your favorite song on the piano

Or the song that you both loved

Remembers the moments where you sat next to her on the bench and rested your head on her shoulder as you listened to her play

Those were her favorite moments with you

She misses them more than anything

The bench feels empty without you

Even though she knew she didn't kill Rantaro, she let Tsumugi frame her and execute her

Ignoring the pained looks on her classmates' faces, she tearfully smiled to herself

"I'm coming, (Name)."

Maki Harukawa

At first, she's just stunned

Doesn't understand why you sacrificed yourself for a bunch of morons

She repeatedly calls you an idiot while holding back tears

She's not angry at you, she's angry at what you did

That's the same thing isn't it

She's angry that you left her, and she thinks that what you did was really stupid

But that's just her projecting her sorrow

She's actually really devastated

She sometimes wonders if she contributed to your decision

She knows that you did it to prolong Monokuma's deadline, but she feels that she's partly at fault

Maybe she was too rude or too distant from you? Maybe she could have been a better girlfriend?

Her sorrow and guilt is projected as anger

When Shuichi or anyone else tries to comfort her, she snaps at them to leave her alone

When Kaito finally confronts her, she beats on his chest while crying

Then she becomes exhausted and just lets Kaito hold her while she cries

Kaito actually does help her a lot

But he'll never replace you

She considers committing a murder to get herself executed

Miu Iruma

Also turns her pain into anger

Yells at anyone who tries to help, and calls you a dumbass a few times

She's not as good as keeping the tears back tho

Basically starts bawling the second she stops yelling

She's not angry at you, she just doesn't know how to cope

Very loud and emotional

Kiibo tries to help, but it doesn't do much

She doesn't entirely understand why you did it, it's not like your clasmates are that great

But it's in the past, and there's nothing she can do

She doesn't know how she'll live without you

And thanks to Gonta, she doesn't have to

Himiko Yumeno

Very saddened

She understands why you sacrificed yourself, and she respects it

She doesn't change too much, she just acts less tired and more depressed

She isn't very emotional all the time, but she does have moments where she cries

Wishes she can use magic to bring you back

But she knows it's impossible

She misses you more than anything

Her favorite moments with you were when she tried to perform magic for you, and you clapped for her even when she messed up

She might not look too affected, but she really is

She ended up getting killed by Korekiyo, but she didn't bother fighting back

She missed you way too much

Angie Yonaga

Very saddened

She understands your reasoning, and she is very proud

She tells herself that Atua found you and is taking care of you, but she doesn't fully believe it

Finds herself worrying about you and where you are in the afterlife

Sometimes she gazes about her paintings of you

Gets the feels going

She makes a memorial for you

Himiko tries to make her feel better and so does Tenko (surprisingly) and she's grateful, but it doesn't help that much

When she gets murdered by Korekiyo, she immediately goes to find you

Happy that you're safe and that she's reunited with you

Kirumi Tojo

Very sad and grim

She is very proud of your selfless decision, though she wishes you didn't do it

Becomes a bit more serious, and tends to snap at people from time to time

Makes sure to apologize right after

Sometimes when she makes tea, she accidentally makes one for you

She feels very depressed when this happens

After a week or two without you, her mind starts to go to bad places

Her motivation behind murdering Ryoma was getting executed

She just couldn't take it anymore

She wasn't proud of what she had done, but all that mattered to her was you

Tenko Chabashira

Starts bawling the second she sees you

Doesn't understand your reasoning

Why would you sacrifice yourself when half your classmates are a bunch of degenerate males?

Even though she doesn't understand, she is proud

Absolutely cannot cope without you

Himiko and Angie try to help her feel better, but it does basically nothing

Her discrimination towards boys is even worse

Tells them that they should have been dead, not you

Actually gets physical with them sometimes

After her death, she immediately starts looking for you

You're the best thing to ever happen to her, and your sacrifice affected her a LOT

Tsumugi Shirogane

This wasn't supposed to happen

She was going to keep you alive throughout the whole thing, you weren't supposed to die

When she found out that you sacrificed yourself, she is heartbroken

Either you knew she was the mastermind and wanted to stop her, or you didn't know and just wanted to save your friends

Either way, she is devastated

Was your relationship not good enough for you?

Was she not good enough for you?

Why would you desert her like this?

Why would you throw away everything for a bunch of fools she doesn't even care about?

She doesn't understand, but she will find a way to reunite with you

No matter what...

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