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emolooswrld · 2 years

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Bite Me

pairing: vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18 + minors dni!! smut, angst, slight suicide ideations, mentions of blood, blood consumption, pain kink if u squint, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it bf u tap it), very slight dacryphilia, squirting, slight spitting kink, dirty talk (and by dirty i mean absolutely filthy), dom!eddie, kind of rough sex, praise kink, use of pet names, fluff at the end, i think that’s it but if i forgot any pls lmk!

summary: you took it hard after your boyfriend died in your arms in the upside down. two months have gone by and you still haven’t spoken to anyone. that is until robin and steve burst through your door with some very unexpected news that changes everything.

note: hey guys!! so ik i haven’t posted in a while. ive been stuck on the fourth part of The Other Woman. dw i am still working on it, but in the meantime here’s this draft that’s been collecting dust in my notes for far too long. this isn’t proof read so if there’s any mistakes lmk. i am so feral for vampire!eddie munson n ik im not the only one, so buckle up n enjoy🥰 ps. this is my first time posting smut so pls lmk if you have any suggestions or critiques.

One thing about grief is that it never really goes away. At least, that was the case for you. Grief had consumed you. You’ve felt it in the pit of your stomach every single day since that night. That horrible, wretched night. The night your boyfriend died in your arms.

You practically died with him that night. Or at least, that’s what you like to think. You’ve felt as though you’re no longer here. Your body becoming just a shell with nothing inside. You went through the motions of everyday without feeling anything.

In the beginning, you had felt nothing but pain, anger, sadness, despair. You had done nothing but lay in your bed, knees hugged to your chest, and cry. Not like any “normal” cry you’ve ever experienced. These kinds of cries were sobs. Deep, guttural, screaming sobs that crawled up your stomach and ripped through your throat. You would cry like this until you couldn’t breathe. You had prayed that maybe one of these times, you’d just choke to death on your own sobs. At least that way you wouldn’t have to feel this pain anymore, you’d be with him.

But that was two months ago. About a month after the love of your life’s death, you started to feel the numbness. At least when you were crying, you felt something, even if it was just pain. Now, you feel nothing. Nothing but that grief in the pit of your stomach. Your friends had grown terribly worried about you. You hadn’t talked to any of them since that night. You actually hadn’t talked to anyone since that night. You’ve almost forgotten what your voice sounds like.

You knew he wouldn’t want you to live like this. It was actually one of the last things he said to you. “Promise me you’ll find a reason to love again.” He had asked you. Those big brown eyes staring into your own. “I-I can’t.” You had managed to choke out in between sobs. “P-please y/n. Promise me you will. Don’t let this ruin your life.” He had said in response, lifting a shaky hand to brush a strand of your hair out of your face for the last time. His eyes were desperate, pleading. “I promise.” Your voice was hoarse and shaky. “I love you. Forever and always.” Those were the last words Eddie Munson had said before he died.

That moment had been playing through your mind on a loop ever since. There was never a time where you weren’t thinking about it. You had broken that promise. Your life was ruined the second his last breath left his body. Your life was taken from you the second his was taken from him. Nothing could change that, or so you thought.

It had been two months since Eddie’s death. Two excruciatingly long months. You hadn’t seen or spoken to any of your friends. They had all tried multiple times by knocking on your bedroom door. Each time you ignored them or pretended you were asleep. That was until tonight.

Robin and Steve had practically burst through your bedroom door. You turned to face them, they looked a mixture of mostly scared, confused, and angry. But there was a glint of hope behind their eyes. Robin was the first to speak. “Okay we know you’re still hurting and we have respected your boundaries and we’ve given you your space, but we need to show you something. Now.” You looked between her and Steve. “Cmon y/n. You’re going to want to see this.” Steve had said.

“What is it?” You asked. The sound of your voice had startled you. It was hoarse and scratchy from not using it for two months. “Ah! She finally speaks!” Robin exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “See! You’ve already improved and we haven’t even shown you him yet.” Robin clasped her hand over her mouth. Steve shot her a glare. Your heart dropped. You felt the first thing you’ve felt in a month, hope. “H-him?” You stuttered, voice still hoarse. You looked frantically between Steve and Robin, desperate for some sort of explanation.

It was Steve who walked across your bedroom and sat down on your bed next to you. “I don’t really think there’s an easy way to say this so I’m just gonna come out and say it.” You positioned yourself on your bed so you were looking right at Steve. “Eddie’s not dead y/n. He’s alive.” Your jaw had dropped. You stared at Steve in disbelief. “More like undead.” Robin had muttered from your doorway. You spun around towards her direction. “W-what? What do you mean undead?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It didn’t make any sense. “He-no-he can’t be alive. I watched him die. I saw him take his last breath.” The tears you thought were all dried up started to make their way down your cheeks.

Steve started rubbing your back. “We know this sounds fucking crazy, but think of all the shit we’ve been through. It’s not totally unbelievable.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. “Robin, what did you mean when you said he was undead?” You watched as Robin and Steve gave each other looks. They were communicating with their eyes, you’ve seen them do it a thousand times. “Tell me.” You begged. “We promised him we’d let him tell you.” Robin said nervously.

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“How long?” You asked from the back of Steve’s car. “How long…what?” Robin said with a confused look on her face. “How long has he been….back?” You saw the look Robin and Steve shared from the rear view mirror. “How long.” It was more of a demand than a question. “A month.” Steve muttered. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You yelled.

“The love of my life has miraculously come back from the dead and none of you said anything for a month?” You felt more hurt than angry. “Listen y/n, he told us not to tell you.” Steve said. “He practically threatened to kill us if we did.” Robin defended. “Why didn’t he want me to see him?” Your voice broke. You couldn’t believe Eddie hadn’t wanted you to know he was alive. He wouldn’t put you through that pain.

“He’s different y/n. A lot different. He’ll explain everything. We’re not allowed to say anything else.” Steve said sadly. He could tell how hurt you were. Robin turned around from the passenger seat and rubbed your knee soothingly. “He has his reasons. I promise it’ll all make sense when he tells you the full story.” All you could do was hum in acknowledgment. The rest of the car ride was silent.

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Your heart hammered in your chest as you walked down the steps into Steve’s basement where Eddie had been “hiding” for the past month. You had no idea what to expect. The only detail Steve and Robin had given you about Eddie was that he was undead. Naturally, you were half expecting him to look like some kind of zombie. Fear spread through your body like a poison as you stepped down from the last step.

Your eyes slowly scanned the basement. It was dark, really dark. The only light coming from a small window in the corner. Suddenly, you felt two familiar hands wrap around your waist. You gasped as you were spun around.

To your relief, Eddie did not look like some kind of zombie. He looked almost exactly the same as the day he died. The only difference being he was significantly bigger, stronger. Eddie had always been strong, but it wasn’t too obvious. You could now feel the muscles in his arms from just them being wrapped around you. Another difference was his eyes. They were no longer that beautiful shade of chocolate brown. They were completely black. The last difference you could tell he had tried to hide, but you saw them. Those pearly white fangs.

Eddie held you in his arms without saying anything. Your ear was pressed against his chest. It was quiet, too fucking quiet. It took a moment to realize it. He had no heartbeat. It startled you so much, you pushed him away.

“Where-you-why don’t you have a heartbeat Eddie?” You looked up at him with pure panic and fear consuming your eyes. “Wow. Two months without me and that’s the first thing you say?” Eddie asked playfully. You were not in the mood. You wanted, no, needed answers.

“I'm serious Eddie. What the fuck is going on?” Eddie started to speak but you cut him off. “You died in my arms. I watched you die. I went to your funeral. I have spent the past two months thinking you were dead. And now I find out you’ve been alive for a month and everyone knew except me. Do you have any idea how fucking miserable I’ve been? I haven’t spoken a single word to anyone since that night. Why would you make them keep this from me?” Tears were falling freely down your cheeks.

Eddie stepped closer to you, but you backed away. He frowned. “That’s why. You’re scared of me.” You opened your mouth to deny his accusation, but he cut you off. “Don’t lie to me. I can hear your heartbeat. You’re scared of me. I made everyone keep this from you because I couldn’t bear to see you so terrified of me.” Eddie turned around and sat in a chair on the other side of the room. He put his head in his hands.

“I don’t know exactly what I am, but Henderson says I’m basically a vampire. I really did die that night. I don’t know how long I was dead for, but I woke up. Same place where you guys left me, but I was different. I’m stronger now, a lot stronger. My eyes changed colors and I have fangs. I climbed through the portal and came here, to Harringtons. I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted nothing more than to see you, but I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He took a long shaky breath. “I'm a monster.” It came out as the quietest whisper, but you heard it.

Your heart broke for him. You understood now because he was right. You were scared of him, but he was still your Eddie. Just a little different now. You walked over to where he was sitting. You kneeled in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. “You are not a monster Eddie.” You looked straight into his eyes. “You were right, I was scared of you. But now I know the full story. I don’t know exactly what you are either, but I know for sure, you are not a monster. You’re still my Eddie. I love you. Forever and always. No matter what.”

Eddie grabbed under your arms and pulled you onto his lap. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You broke your promise.” Eddie whispered as he rested his head on top of yours. “I know.” You whispered back. “But you’re here now.” Eddie kissed the top of your head. You laid in Eddie’s lap for what felt like hours. You didn’t want to move. You were afraid this was all a dream and you would wake up any second now. Thankfully, it wasn’t.

“If you’re basically a vampire…do you-have you…” You asked suddenly, curiosity getting the better of you. “Drank blood?” Eddie asked. You nodded. “Yep. Unfortunate, I know. But Henderson has been bringing me blood bags from the hospital.” You looked up at Eddie. “Are you hungry right now?” You asked.

Eddie looked down at you. He couldn’t read minds like the vampires in some movies could, but it didn’t take a mind reader to put together what you were about to ask. “Sweetheart, no. I am not going to drink your blood.” “Why not? I want to help you. And if that means you drinking my blood, I am more than happy to help.” You could tell Eddie was fighting something behind those eyes of his. “It’s dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice sounded strained, like he was trying to control himself. “You’ve never hurt me before. I trust you. Please Eddie, let me help you.”

Eddie stood up and picked you up with him. He walked over towards the sofa and laid you down gently. He hovered over top of you. “If we do this and you start to feel light headed or it hurts too much you have to stop me, no matter what.” Eddie’s eyes bored into yours. “I will, I promise.” “I’ve never done this before so I don’t know if I’ll be able to control it. If I don’t stop, scream for Steve and Robin.” “Okay.” That was the last thing you said before Eddie was kissing and sucking his way down your neck.

To say you missed the feeling of his lips on your body would be an understatement. You didn’t know how you’ve gone so long without it. You tilted your head back to give Eddie more access. His tongue circled around your pulse point. The groan he let out was almost inhumane. It excited you and terrified you at the same time. You barely had any time to process what was happening before you felt the sharp sting of Eddie's fangs piercing through your skin.

The pain only lasted for a second. It was quickly replaced with pleasure. It wasn’t the usual type of pleasure you were used to. It was euphoric, like pure ecstasy. You couldn’t help but let out a string of moans. Eddie looked up from his place in the crook of your neck. God, he looked fucking ethereal. The crimson red of your blood was dripping down his chin. His pupils were blown out, eyelids heavy. A few strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, framing his face beautifully.

He licked his lips clean. “You okay baby?” He asked with a smirk. “Felt so good Eddie.” You panted. Eddie licked your neck clean. “God you taste incredible.” He said as he kissed his way up your neck. You realized you still hadn’t even kissed him yet. You tugged his face up by his hair and crushed your lips onto his. You could taste the metallic tang of your own blood lingering on his lips. The kiss was heated, all tongue and teeth, but you couldn’t care less. It was just what you needed.

You both pulled away, gasping for air. “Fuck sweetheart, if I would’ve known biting you turned you on this much I would’ve done it hours ago.” Eddie smirked. “Eddie, I need you.” You were a whining mess, but you were so far gone you didn’t care how you sounded. “Yeah? Then beg for it, pretty girl. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.” And beg you did. “Please Eddie. I need you so bad. Need to feel you inside me.” You were breathless. “There’s my good girl. God I missed you.” Eddie said as he reached down to unzip his jeans.

You had been so worked up you hadn’t realized the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. Or rather the size of the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. The second you laid eyes on his length, your jaw dropped. Now Eddie had always been on the bigger side, but this was huge. Eddie laughed at your expression. “Yeah that’s another thing that changed. Figured I’d surprise you.” He said with a wink. “Eddie, I could just barely take you before. How am I supposed to now?” You asked, bewildered. “Guess I’ll just have to get you ready first.”

Eddie practically tore your jeans and underwear off. His head dove down between your legs. “Missed this pretty pussy so much.” His hot breath fanning over your core. You didn’t even have a chance to respond before you felt his tongue lick from your folds up to your aching clit. The moan you let out went straight to Eddie's painfully hard cock.

Eddie ate you out like a starved man. His tongue delved through your folds, collecting your slick. He made his way up to your clit, tongue circling around it. You moaned embarrassingly loud as you felt him plunge two of his fingers into your core. The combination of Eddie's fingers hitting that spot deep inside of you that made your toes curl and the circles his tongue was making on your clit had you teetering over the edge in seconds.

“Don’t stop Eddie. God please don’t stop.” You begged. “Gonna cum for me sweet girl? Go on, be my good girl and cum for me.” Eddie groaned against your cunt. The vibrations from his voice sent you over the edge. Your first orgasm crashed over you like the strongest of waves. You felt as though you were floating. Eddie brought you back down to earth by rubbing your thighs soothingly.

You lifted your head up to smile down at Eddie. “There she is, my beautiful girl.” You pulled Eddie up until his face was leveled with yours. Eddie tapped the side of your jaw with two fingers. “Open.” You obeyed and watched as he spit into your mouth. You moaned as you swallowed. “Such a good girl. And all it took was for me to die to finally get you to listen.” Eddie said teasingly.

“God just shut up and fuck me already.” You smirked as you reached between your bodies and grabbed his length. “Still got quite a mouth on you though. Careful or I’ll have to wipe that smirk right off your face.” Eddie said as he pinned both your arms above your head with one hand. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You smiled slyly. “I think you already know the answer to that question.” Eddie said as he started to slide into you.

You gasped as you felt him slowly start to fill you. The stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It burned, but in the most delicious way possible. Eddie stilled inside of you once he bottomed out, letting you adjust to his length. “You all good baby?” Eddie asked, searching for discomfort of any kind on your face. “Fuck-yes-god Eddie please just move.” Eddie smirked as he slowly started to pull out of you, only to slam right back in.

The scream you let out was guttural. Eddie quickly moved to cover your mouth with his free hand. “Quiet pretty girl. You don’t want us getting caught do you?” Eddie asked as he slammed into you again, causing another muffled scream to rip through your throat. “I asked you a question.” You quickly shook your head no. “Good girl.” Eddie praised as he started to thrust into you with no remorse.

Eddie brought you closer to the edge with every thrust. The tip of his cock hitting that certain spot inside of you every time. You were a screaming, writhing mess under him. Your eyes started to tear up from how good it all felt. It wasn’t until Eddie moved his hand down between your bodies and started making lazy circles on your clit, that the tears started to fall. You had never felt this much pleasure before. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

“Aww baby, you crying from how good my cock feels?” You nodded vigorously. “Poor girl. Can’t even talk you're so cock drunk.” Eddie sped up his circles on your clit. “Cmon sweet girl, cum for me. I wanna see how good I make you feel.” His words were all you needed to finally send you over the edge. Your second orgasm was even more intense than the first. You felt yourself gush around Eddie’s cock. “F-fuck baby, you just squirted. God you’re fucking insatiable.”

You felt Eddie’s movements start to falter. You could tell he was close. “Shit- where do you want it?” Eddie asked. You opened your mouth in response. “You’re a goddamn vixen.” Eddie muttered under his breath as he shuffled up your body. He jerked himself only a couple of times before he was spurting ropes of cum onto your tongue. You swallowed every last bit, not wanting any to go to waste.

Eddie leaned down to kiss you passionately. He could taste himself on your tongue. The kiss was slow and gentle. You were the first to pull away. “That was-“ “I know.” You giggled. “What?” Eddie asked smiling. “It’s just-who would’ve known vampires could be so good at sex.” Eddie playfully slapped your arm. “Shut up.” He said teasingly.

You laid in Eddie’s arms as he traced shapes into the small of your back. “Can you promise me something?” You asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between you both. “Anything.” Eddie said, without hesitation. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.” You turned your head to look into his eyes. “Baby I promise. After what just happened, you are never getting rid of me.” Eddie teased as he squeezed your shoulder. You giggled softly.

“I love you..” You whispered.

“Forever and always.” Eddie whispered back as he kissed the top of your head.

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majesticwren · 2 months

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here we go with part III, this is 12k of unhinged feral energy; be advised, this entire project is done solely for my pleasure, I am indulging myself so much with this. I just needed to write will and fletch and had to create this stuff. the angst that it carries (because yes there will be more coming - I am very good very evil) it's the energy I crave please don't come for me and trust the process I'll feed you smut. I am planning shit loads of fluff too but it will be a rollercoaster overall. it is edited but not proofread. enjoy.

trigger warning/s: angst angst angst, poly relationship dynamics, reference to sex, reference to threesome, shit loads of misunderstandings and miscommunication, swearing, jealousy and mild possessiveness, OFC is unhinged and is her own trigger warning - she can't deal with her healthy relationship and leaps into self destruction, smut!, threesome, unprotected sex (kids, know your sexed! this is not an example is a fanfic use your condoms) daddy and praise kinks, chocking, dirty talk, binding, kyle is very dom and will likes to be called daddy but he is also a sub in here, don't come for me

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The party was proceeding. She couldn’t say it was going well, but it was going. The two-dozen people they invited were enjoying themselves at least. They were mostly Mark’s friends, which included old colleagues from RevPro and a few other people they got to know in the years they lived in the city, plus a handful of Erika and Kyle’s friends, just for variety. Food and drinks served. Music and chattering filled the room as people gathered and mingled. On the surface, everything seemed good.

It did feel like the longest time of her life though.

When Kyle and Mark arrived, she felt able to breathe for the first time. Grateful, mostly for the unaware support their arrival granted her, Erika leapt into her brother’s arms, clinging onto his solar, happy energy and protection to feel shielded.

Everything was fine, she kept reminding herself.

“I am so happy to see you,” she whispered into Mark’s ear as he lifted her, bear-hugging her.

“I missed you too, little menace,” he chuckled. “Let me look at you,” Mark handled her like she weighed nothing, lifting her so he could look at her face, “Yep, still the same little gremlin.”

Erika hugged him some more, finding refuge in his chest. “You gotta tell me all about the news from back home,”

“Ah, you know, always the usual. Mum misses you so much, she cried a lot. It’s kinda hard to watch sometimes. Dad on the other side is unaware as usual. He has finished building the shed though!”

“Are you joking!? You mean the shed?”

Mark nodded as a massive smile nested on his lips. “Oh, yes, baby. Fucking mental.”

“I knew early retirement would have done him good!”

“God,” Mark chuckled, “Brace yourself because now he needs a new project.”

“Oh, god,” she chuckled with him.

Erika knew seeing Mark was everything she needed to feel better. Saying she had missed him wasn’t enough. She could already feel herself healing inside. Her pain wasn’t disappearing, but there was a light that was shining in her now. Mark was always able to pick her up in a way not even Kyle could. Her brother had always been her biggest support system and best friend. But he was more than that. He saw her growing up. Helped her through her lowest and loved her regardless, even when others had given up on her. He was the part of her family she couldn’t bear to live apart.

“Listen, listen, I’ve got a good one for you.” Continued Mark, excitement glimmering through his eyes. He was equally happy to see her. “Auntie Janice has a thirty-two-year boyfriend. Which is weird. I’ve met him. Nice bloke. But he’s basically my age so, weird.”

“Ugh,” she shivered, trying to shake off the repulsive thought of her aunt in a relationship with a guy half her age. “She is mental.”

“Firecracker,” Mark chuckled, “Oh and Virna got married.”

“Virna? Your high school sweetheart and my babysitter Virna?”

“Yes.”

“The crazy Virna that still tries to hook up with you any time you are back home?”

“That’s the one!”

“Did you go break her heart?” Erika wondered pocking his cheek only causing Mark to melt in a loud burst of laughter.

“Of course I did, gotta keep up our family tradition of stealing hearts. Fucked her and then her husband-to-be,” Mark smiled all proud and unashamed, only causing her to shake her head.

“And you call me a menace, Mr?”

Mark was still laughing wholeheartedly as he put her down, to which point it was Kyle’s turn to pull her into a hug she didn’t refuse. She nuzzled into his chest, magnetically attracted to him. Erika inhaled his scent deep into her lungs, wishing she could travel in the future, to when everyone would be gone and she could find soothe in his arms.

“I am sorry for before,” he whispered to her ear before kissing her forehead.

Erika shook her head sliding her arms around his waist, looking for contact in a way that was more than habit, by now. It was natural. “Don’t be. I am sorry.”

Kyle looked down into her eyes, cupping her face into his palms. His touch was soft and warm. He didn’t only pick up her gaze, but her entire spirit too. He studied her features with a gentle smile curling his full lips, “I love you.” He reminded her, “And you look beautiful,”

“Thank you, you are not bad either” she melted into a smile looking him up and down, “I love you too.” She then said, popping up on her tippy toes to kiss him.

“Everything ok?” He wondered after, checking the place out.

Erika nodded, lying, pushing all that had happened in the back of her mind. “Yes. Why wouldn’t it be?”

Kyle answered looking for Will, who was taking his time to welcome Mark with a big hug and heavy pats on the back. “Welcome home, bruv. ‘Was starting to miss you around here.”

“I’m so back, mate. How the hell are you?”

Erika did her best to ignore their conversation. It was so difficult for her to hate Will when he was so affectionate with her brother. Or with Kyle.

After that, Erika spent most of her time hanging around Mark but would leave anytime Will approached them, granting him the chance to spend time with his best friend. She did the same thing when it was about Kyle, leaving him to have some fun with Mark and Will and just mingling with the rest of their friends.

But she should have assumed she wouldn’t have been allowed to hide for long.

“What’s happening between you and Will?” Wondered suddenly Mark, surprising her while she was going for a refill on her wine. Surprisingly, she hadn’t given in to the booze. But she did sip on some wine to grant her some liquid courage to survive the evening.

Erika choked and cleared her voice, looking up at her brother. “What do you mean?” She tried to play coy, smiling at the catering attendant who served her.

Mark read right through her pretending and whipped a wise smile, taking the piss out of her. “What would I ever mean!?” He wondered jokingly, “Do you think I was born yesterday, little one?”

Erika huffed and, taking a sip of her wine, she looked through the room, directly searching for Will. He was chatting to Kyle and a couple of her friends about something. They laughed. Will grabbed Kyle by the nape of the neck and pulled him under his arm, showing him off. They both had such a big smile printed on their faces, glimmering eyes and blushed cheeks. Her heart skipped a beat.

It was so unfair.

I wish l never met you.

Her own terrible words echoed into her mind, making her cringe at the thought of what their reality had become.

She was the extra piece. She was the sore, exposed nerve that didn’t work. Will had no problem with either Kyle or Mark and if she dared to explain what was happening between them, she was terrified of the consequences for the trio.

“Nothing.” She looked back, shrugging, “We just didn’t see eye to eye on something.”

“And for that reason, you aren’t talking or sharing the same square meter of space?”

“Yep.”

Mark lowered himself to her height and studied her features closely. “Nah. Don’t believe you. What did you disagree about?”

“The canapés.” She lied, pulling a kiss-ass smile. Mark read right through her, might as well not even try to make up a good lie.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled, “I don’t believe you for a second.”

Erika pointed at herself and her big glass of white wine. “Do I look like someone who wants to talk about the only person I am avoiding at the party?”

“Oh, so you are avoiding him,” Mark looked back at Will, this time his curiosity was undeniable, whereas, for her, she had nothing but melancholy when she looked at him.

This time, as if she had called him, Will was looking in their direction. They made eye contact. Erika didn’t look back, she challenged him raising her chin. He was going to be the one looking down if he so despised her. Though Will didn’t.

Mark replied with something else but she wasn’t listening anymore.

Time slowed down while she was hooked on Will’s gaze and wasn’t able to let go. For only a moment, she thought she had seen the spark of interest in his eyes. But she was sure she was imagining things; it was gone in a heartbeat. Still, he didn’t look away either.

He smiled at one of the two girls. She had her hand on his bicep and was laughing at something he had said. Will leaned in, saying something into her ear. His gaze didn’t move from Erika's.

She had never been the jealous type. Never once in her life. But she was now.

“That sure looks like nothing, dude,” Mark poked her, though this time he wasn’t amused but puzzled. Erika quickly looked back up at him but he was busy scrutinising Will’s behaviour. “What’s going on, Erika?”

“Everyone’s favourite question,” she smiled sarcastically behind the rim of her glass, taking a sip of wine. “We argued. End of story. Let it go, Mark.”

She should have known Mark wouldn’t have let it go, for the life of her. He was only able to fix things. Especially when it involved her. He was the protector, and knowing something was wrong wasn’t something he could ignore, ever. But he at least accepted her request momentarily.

“Wanna do shots and then dig into those mini sausage rolls?” He offered instead.

“Hell yeah, let’s see if I can still beat you at not making faces as I down straight vodka.”

“You are on, I’ve trained for this moment,” Mark rubbed his hands together.

“C’mon old man,” she giggled.

It was nice. Pleasant. For a little while, she allowed herself to celebrate her brother without thinking about the rest.

They took two shots of vodka each and then proceeded to down countless tiny sausage rolls each, all the while Mark was ready to fill her up with stories from home.

Maybe, if the evening had continued that way, she thought she’d be able to make it, after all. Sounded nice. Not the win she wanted but a win all the same.

“You should consider popping back home as soon as your schedule clears,”

“I wish,” she huffed, “I’ve got back-to-back events from now to September with AEW, RevPro and Japan. Summer season is always busy.”

“Ok,” Mark nodded, “you do not have to take a month-long break like I did. Japan is an awful close home if you want to pop down for a couple of days. Everyone would love to see you.”

She felt slightly uncomfortable with the idea. She loved her family, there were many reasons why she was grateful to them. But she was also a very different person now from the girl she was at nineteen when she left Australia. She didn’t like going back because it often reminded her about all the wrong she had done and everything she had messed up and missed because she was a difficult teenager.

Just like he could read her mind, Mark patted her back affectionately, “I know, I am sorry. I had to say it. Mum would love to see you.”

“I know, I know. I don’t know how to carry myself with pride around there. Here or while I work it’s different. But back home?”

“Back home you are one of the most famous people they’d know! Your name has been published, and the pictures you take are in magazines and on many companies’ socials and promos. There’s nothing you need to be ashamed of anymore.”

“Ah, on that I disagree.” Erika leaned her head on Mark’s shoulder, releasing a small huff, “But you are right. Maybe as soon as Kyle can take a couple of days off too.”

“Sure you want to bring him home with you?”

“Yeah? Why?” She suspiciously looked up at her brother, “They’ve known and loved Kyle for ages! What do you know I don’t?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he tapped his fingers on his chin. “Although mum wants grandchildren so expect the conversation from her.”

Erika chuckled and threw a soft punch at his shoulder, shaking her head. “You are unbelievable! Why do I have to have this conversation? I’m only a little girl! Look at you, thirty-two, strong, handsome, famous and still a scoundrel.”

“Which is why the pressure is on you. You and Kyle have been together what? Four years now?”

“And we love our childless life, thank you.”

Mark raised his hands in the air, trying his best to appear as innocent as possible. “Hey, I am just the messenger. Talk to your mother. When she started this conversation with me, I yanked out of that place as fast as I could.”

“Fuck me,” she chuckled, pinching the bridge of her nose, “that woman never changes.”

She hadn’t felt as light-hearted in a long time. Mark brought peace to her even then when she thought she was going to drown. Which was the main reason why, when they got interrupted, she wasn’t all that happy. She wished she could have just spent the rest of the event just chatting to her brother, but she was aware that it would have been selfish and defeated the purpose of a social event.

Erika had felt her friend’s attention even before she said anything to her and immediately turned to her, pushing out a forced smile. The fact that she was the one who was standing a little too close to Will some time ago didn’t have anything to do with her sudden change of mood, of course.

“Hey bestie,” Beth’s smile was wide and full of promises and expectations. Her cheeks were blushed, she looked like she just come from a day at the beach. She was a pretty girl, talented too, they had met at the gym some months ago and took the habit of going out for a meal every now and then when Erika was back in London. Erika had always liked her enough, up to that very moment. “Hey Mark,” Beth chirped, “good to see you, how was Australia?”

“Good, thank you, but I am glad to be back.” Mark’s attention slid back on Erika, “I’ll leave you to it,” he said leaning to kiss her forehead fondly, “Just see not to cause trouble.”

“I’ll do my best,” when he slipped away, Erika turned to Beth doing everything in her power to appear as friendly as possible.

She wasn’t even mad at her. She couldn’t be. She understood Will attracted people, he had a talent like that, once you were in his orbit you couldn’t get out, he was a true star. If anything, she was even more upset at him because he had so much power over her to make her childish and jealous.

“Hey,” Erika pushed her thought in the back of her mind, “you ok?”

“Yes, thank you. Just wanted to say this is such a nice party, you always manage to get the best atmosphere!”

“Thanks, I think the people we invite are the ones who are the best at that,”

“Amen,” Beth chuckled. “So, uh, this is a little embarrassing but I have a very quick question for you.”

“Shoot,” Erika nodded.

“So, you know how I just recently got back being single, yeah?” Erika was already rolling her eyes before Beth could finish her sentence. “And I mean, he looks like a very good saddle to hop back on,” Beth giggled, looking back at Will.

Erika bit her tongue.

She didn’t want to be mean. She had no right to be. Not one bit. But at the same time, there was a prime need taking over her that made her wish she could tackle the girl and slam her right through the little coffee table by their side. But then again, Erika put herself back into perspective and found herself being more aggressively angry at Will than anything else. He had no right to destabilising her that much and then just leave here there able to do nothing but just look at him from afar.

It wasn’t Beth's fault, again, she understood. She was the first who fell into Will’s charm. And still, even when she had all the tools to make the right, thought-through decision, Erika opted for confrontation.

“So?”

“Well, he’s your friend, right?”

“He is. And if you expect me to put a good word in for you, you are a bit out of the way after you called him a saddle to ride.”

Beth frowned, “I was obviously joking.” Erika knew that was bullshit. Beth paused and took a sip of her wine, immediately forgetting any reason to possibly be upset, “Anyways, is he single?”

Even though she didn’t want to, Erika felt obliged to tell the truth. She had no right even thinking she could do otherwise. “Yes.”

Beth purred, “Great,”

“I mean, are you going to make a move on him?” Erika wondered damning herself for caring.

“I think he might. It looked like he was flirting earlier. God, I hope so,” Beth sighed, clearly getting lost in a fantasy. They both looked back at Will, “he looks so pretty and dumb, and at the same time like someone who would unapologetically fuck you stupid.”

Erika wondered when it happened that Beth thought she had all that freedom with her. Maybe she thought that because they were both girls and Erika was in a stable relationship with someone like Kyle then she was free to say the worse and still have her support. How wrong she was.

Though, before Erika could say anything, she got lost watching Will interact with Kyle and Mark, and she forgot all about the problem at hand. They were talking to each other all holding a bottle of beer. Kyle was the tallest and stood in the middle of the group as his gaze hopped from one to the other of his friends standing at his sides. The seriousness of their faces only made her crave to know what had just been said.

Mark raised a hand, explaining something and Will disagreed, shaking his head, so Kyle moved, and brushed a hand on Will’s chest, trying to reassure the Brit.

Erika frowned. What were they saying? She wished she could be a lip reader.

Will gaze traced back to her and caught her watching him. Again, she raised her chin. He looked crossed, like he was ready to have a confrontation, thought she would bet money she had a bigger pride than his. If he had a problem with her looking at him, he could have just left her house.

Kyle and Mark too looked back at her. Mark kept being puzzled, he was studying the situation more than anything, trying to get an idea of what was happening, all the while Kyle just seemed defeated.

Will said something that prompted Kyle to take his arm, calling his attention back to him. They exchanged a few words, and by then Erika could only see the intensity of Kyle’s gaze pouring right into Will’s. Kyle placed a hand on Will’s chest and the other on his face, still looking at him, talking and nodding. It seemed like he was trying to reassure him.

Erika damned herself. And damned Will.

Everything could have been easy. No one needed to get hurt if only he hadn’t decided to go and be an asshole. And now, hell, how did it get to be that bad?

She didn’t even care about herself and her disappointment and broken heart. She knew she could suffer and handle it. Kinda. But Kyle? She would have ripped her arms off before letting anything happen to him. And she knew that sooner or later whatever was corroding her from the inside, splitting her and Will up, would have surfaced and impacted Kyle too.

It was only a matter of time.

If she kept lying and not talking to him, he would have only got hurt worse by her hand. And for what? For her to try and prioritize his friendship with Will and protect the Brit!? But her alternative was much worse. She couldn’t, for the life of her, even think about the possibility of giving him any reason to lose trust in his dearest friend.

Kyle had only one family and it was her and the two men standing by him. He was too precious to be let down in any way by any of them.

Beth was still blubbering about Will, but Erika wasn’t listening anymore by then.

Erika cleared her voice, trying to put her thoughts in order. She crossed her arms, trying to find a way to feel secure when the floor underneath her feet seemed to suddenly disappear. Erika downed her wine, having an interior battle about how wise it would have been to go and get herself another glass. She was already feeling the effects of the booze warming her nerves and slightly slowing up her thought process. Was she considering drinking more?

Yes. Maybe the answer was getting blackout drunk.

“Sorry,” Erika murmured, stepping back and away from Beth, “I’ll be back.” That being said, she turned over and left her empty wine glass on the kitchen countertop on her way to the door.

She needed to get out of there. She needed some fresh air. To clear her head.

Erika patiently waited at the till as her order was being processed. On the counter, already stuck in an anonymous white plastic bag, there was a bottle of whiskey she didn’t need and a Snickers bar. Although her attention wasn’t on those items, she yarned at the tobacco and cigarettes dispenser behind the cashier.

Never like that evening, she had craved a cigarette since she quit smoking and yet that was the sole reason why she entered into the off-licence corner shop. She won on her craving though, opting for booze and chocolate.

She didn’t even want the whiskey. She only bought it to pretend to have an excuse to leave the party.

“There we go Miss Erika,” the cashier politely smiled, offering her the plastic bag of goodies. He was a sweet, little man just over middle age. She liked him and it sure wasn’t the first time she or Kyle ran to the corner shop for emergency supplies like booze, snacks, ice cream or cigarettes, when she used to smoke. “You look very pretty tonight, Miss.”

“Thank you, Mr Salim,” Erika smiled politely. She appreciated the compliment, but she also felt slightly uncomfortable. She did look completely out of place in her outfit there. But outside on the street, the air was too chilli for how short her dress was or how much of her skin it revealed.

“You are going to have to invite me to one of your parties one of these days,”

“I will when you decide to take a vacation day!”

“Oh,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head, “then, who’s gonna look after my shop?”

Erika picked up her bag, offering the man a small smile. “Then no party for you, Mr Salim.”

He chuckled some more and then shook a finger at her. “Don’t have too much fun, Miss. And give my best to Mr Kyle,”

“I will. Don’t work too hard Mr Salim, have a good night,” she said as she left.

The time she had spent outside her apartment wasn’t remotely enough for her to feel any better. But she had run out of ideas. She wasn’t ready to go back though, but her options were slim. She could have walked up and down the street a couple of times, freezing to death and looking like she just left a club too drunk to realise she wasn’t wearing a coat. Or, she could have gone back into her building complex and waited patiently on the stairs for some time to go buy. Having her sneakers.

“Erika!”

She gasped and turned over, startled. Her heart missed a beat, as she looked in the direction the voice came from. She recognised him immediately and wished to be strong enough not to react to him, and yet, she wasn’t.

“Jesus,” Will bent catching his breath, stopping a moment, before approaching her. He looked concerned. “Where did you go!? We got worried.”

“I-” Erika vaguely pointed at the corner shop, rattling the bag in her hand, as if that could be explanation enough. Then she sent him an inquisitive look. “Did you follow me?”

“Well, yes. You just walked out.”

Erika looked up into his eyes, confronting him. “I thought you were damning the day you met me. Funny that you also run after me.”

“I needed to talk to you.”

“Well?” She wondered opening her arms, “I’m right here, go on then. Bet this one can’t be any better than anything you had to say before.”

Will hesitated. He looked at her for a long second, studying her face and the longer he looked, the more puzzled his expression became. “Why are you this mad at me?” He wondered, dropping whatever reason he seemed to have to confront her. His tone was now just sad and soft. “What did I ever do to you to deserve what you are doing?”

Erika scoffed in his face, shaking her head. “What the fuck?” She was smiling dangerously, hovering so close to losing every drop of patience and maturity she had in her, “What am I doing? Let’s hear it.” She didn’t drop anything and went under him as if she was ready to physically take him on. “This better be good Ospreay. Enlighten me.”

“What did you say to your brother?” Will too was quick to heat back up. “For a start.”

“Nothing. What the fuck are you talking about!?”

“Why do I have to justify anything to Mark?” Will pressed on.

“He’s my brother. I tell him whatever the fuck I want.”

“I have done nothing wrong.” Will plead. “If you dare to put Mark or Kyle against me on a whim of yours, then,”

“Then what, Will?” She snapped, “Are you threatening me?”

He seemed more confused than her. As if her words just made him realise what kind of boundaries he was breaking, Will took a step back, rubbing his hands on his face. “Fuck’s sake,” he murmured, “Just-” when he turned back to her, he looked desperate. His hurt hit her right in the stomach. “Don’t do this. Don’t put them against me. Mark is like a brother. And Kyle-” he choked, “I love Kyle, you know that.”

He was hurting. She shouldn’t have cared. After everything, she should have ignored him or worse, she should have kept being enraged by his behaviour. And yet, something in her gut stopped her. It was impossible to her the idea of willingly hurting him.

“Will,” she whispered, hesitating a second before taking a step closer to him. “I would never do that. Don’t you think I know what you guys mean to each other?

“You tell me,”

“Don’t you know me?”

“I don’t know what I know anymore,”

His words hit her deeper than she expected and showed on her face. Her eyes mirrored her pain as she looked right into him, unable to hide it any longer.

“Why?” She wondered, her voice trembling, “What changed?”

“What do you mean what changed?” His gaze hardened.

Erika was on the verge of tears by then and she had decided she wasn’t going to hide anymore. Fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck her pride.

“Why did you have sex with me and Kyle if you had to go and make it so awkward after?”

It was like she spoke another language. Will looked at her like she had just stubbed him right in the heart. “I don’t know. At this point, I don’t know why I did it.”

Equally, he hit her right back.

She felt her chest squeeze, constricted by the cold disappointment of realising she had been mistaken all along. There was no saving anything. No fixing.

“Do you regret it?” She wondered, turning away and catching a tear as soon as she started crying as if that was enough to hide away from him. She didn’t even care to appear pathetic anymore.

“I think I do,” he admitted.

“So, that’s it.” Erika looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. She let him see her and ignored how hesitation and doubt kicked in him. “Don’t worry,” she waved her hand, taking a step back, “I was wrong. I made a mistake. I won’t say anything to Mark or Kyle about this.”

It was over.

Now she had to find a way to keep that little amount of pride she had left up high and do everything in her power to find a way to not ruin her relationship with Kyle trying to protect him.

Before she could slip away, Will grabbed her by her shoulders and made her look at him. “Do you know why I regret it?”

She tried to escape him, “Please, Will, I said I’m done. I’ll leave you alone. Why do you have to be so cruel?”

Instead of letting her go, he cupped her face, making her look directly at him.

Erika wished not to with every inch of her being but his touch was warm and she melted into it.

“I’m going mad. Why are you crying like this?”

“Because you are a damn bastard,” she didn’t yell, she didn’t fight anymore, “You never noticed how much I liked you before? Do you think I’d invite any random guy to share a bed with me and Kyle?” She shook her head, “This is entirely on me, I understand my mistake. And I am not even upset about hooking up. I am upset because you just shut me out after. I understand why Kyle is more important to you, but seeing how nothing changed between you two and how everything changed with me-”

“You left.” Will simply said. “That morning, you left. I felt awkward with Kyle too as we woke up. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say or do. I wasn’t even sure if I could look at him. We had always been close but never that close. It was a new circumstance for the both of us and you weren’t there,” he cleared his voice, his cheeks blushing, “but it’s pretty easy to sort out stuff between boys.”

“You think I left you!?” Erika paused, looking into his eyes. Something clicked in her mind and she felt like the ground had opened underneath her feet. Now everything that had happened, everything that had been said, suddenly assumed a different light.

“I assumed,”

“You fucking dumb son of a bitch,” Erika punched his chest with no real intention of hurting him, “You assumed wrong. I thought you left me! I only went for a run because I woke up buzzing with energy and didn’t know where to put it. I felt awkward and scared and I needed time to think.”

“Think about what?”

“Why it meant so much to be with you, for one. And what it could mean for me and Kyle. It doesn’t happen every fucking day I fuck two guys.”

“I-” Will choked through his words, still looking at her like she spoke another language. “It doesn’t make any fucking sense. Why wouldn’t Kyle say anything?”

“Kyle didn’t know!” She gave Will another push but she was ready to fight him if he tried to get away from her, “I haven’t spoken to Kyle in a week. I couldn’t. Anytime he asked questions I’d shush him and fuck him. I knew that if I had told him how I was hurt he’d be crossed at you. I thought it was better this way.”

“Why you didn’t try to reach out?”

“Why didn’t you?” Erika’s words seemed to bring him some sense, to which point she nodded, “Can you blame me?”

“No.”

“And then tonight,” she started, shaking her head, “I thought I’d use the occasion to understand what the fuck happened but we just kept saying more horrible things to each other.”

“I hated to see how happy you looked like nothing mattered. Doing your thing in your little party with all your little friends,” Will bent his lips.

“You were my exact mirror. It looked like you didn’t care,”

“God,” Will pulled her to his chest in a hug she didn’t refuse. Maybe she should have fought a little longer, only to make him understand how much he hurt her, but she couldn’t, she was too tired for that and feeling his welcoming chest under her head, and his warmth surrounding her, was everything she needed.

Her pain was gone. She was still shaken and her pride was still bruised in a way she wasn’t sure she could fix because she now felt like the most stupid person in the world who created a problem and basked in her own grave after she dug it happily. But her chest was free.

Erika slid an arm around Will’s waist, holding him solidly and pressed her face into his shoulder, letting him hold her tight. He pushed a hand into her hair, cradling her softly. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean anything by what I’ve said. I didn’t mean it.”

“I mean it when I say you are a dumb son of a bitch,” she sniffled, looking up at him. She pulled a timid smile, while drying her tears off her face, hoping her make-up wasn’t completely ruined.

There was a small pause and then Will finally smiled, chuckling at her words. To her, it looked like seeing the sun shining bright in the sky after a long, long time of bad weather.

“I am an idiot.”

“Yes,” she agreed.

Will cupped her face in his hands, taking a moment to enjoy feeling her in his grasp, his smile softened. “Can I kiss you? Please?”

“You better, Billy Goat, or I won’t speak to you ever again.”

He didn’t even let her finish her sentence before he pulled her into a kiss. At first, he only pressed his lips on hers, still slightly uncertain, but as soon as Erika slid her hand up his chest and around his neck, he warmed up completely, closing her in between his arms and deepening their kiss.

Erika purred when their tongues crossed and pushed her hand into his hair, feeling the need to cross her fingers into his curls.

“Never again,” Erika whispered against his lips, “you do not keep secrets from me. When something is wrong, you must talk about it.”

He nodded, pecking at her lips. “Yes, ma’am. I think you need to talk to Kyle now.”

“Yes,” she released a sad huff, “I feel so sorry. I didn’t mean to shut him out. Neither of you.”

“He’ll understand. He’s Kyle.” Will pulled a confident smile Erika couldn’t keep herself from kissing.

“Will you stay tonight?”

“If you want me to.”

“Please,” she pulled him into another heated kiss. Only the thought of having both him and Kyle to herself was enough to make her brain stop working completely.

Will let go of her only to press his forehead on hers, inhaling a deep, peaceful breath.

“What’s in the bag?” He wondered sliding his hand over her arm and hooking his fingers onto the plastic bag.

“Just a snicker bar and some whiskey. I needed an excuse to leave. And I needed an excuse not to get a packet of cigarettes.”

Will took the bag off her hold as if it was something that weighed too much for her and then slid a heavy arm around her shoulders, pulling her under his side, and rubbing his hand over her. “Let’s get you inside.” Will softly kissed her temple.

“Okay,” Erika smiled, leaning against him and resting her hand on his chest, unable to let go.

They rode the elevator in silence, just hugging, enjoying that moment of peace and then walked hand in hand back to the flat, although Erika stopped him a moment before he could go back in.

She giggled as she pushed him against the wall.

“Someone could see us,” he whispered not at all refusing her.

Erika tapped her fingers on his chest, tracing them up his neck and chin. “I don’t care.” She whispered pulling him into a kiss. “Did you know you made a conquest at the party?”

“Did I?” Will closed his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, widening his strong thighs so she could stand in between his legs.

“Mh,” she did to kiss him and then moved away last minute, making him want it. “My friend Beth said you have the look of a pretty, dumb guy who’d fuck you stupid.”

“Well,” he chuckled, “she isn’t wrong.”

Erika pulled him by the chin, brushing her lips against his. Tasting his breath on her tongue made her stomach vibrate and melt into a warm feeling that slid down into her abdomen. “I’ve never been so jealous in my life.” She teased. “I wanted to put her through a table.”

“I would have paid money to see that.” Will switched position, pushing her against the wall, trapping her lips into a kiss and pressing his body against hers. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Just saying,” she smiled, “that’s the expectation around here.”

“Yours?”

Erika purred, answering to him with another kiss. Will smiled against her lips, nodding. “Noted.” He then pushed his face into her neck, assaulting her sensitive skin. “I could start now,” Will rested the plastic bag on the floor and then his hands ran quickly to her naked legs, reaching for the hem of her dress, “would you like that, love?”

His coarse voice vibrated low right through her skin sending a shiver down her spine. It was inebriating. They had been together only once and yet she had missed him like it had been a lifetime.

Erika stretched and bent underneath him, her hands trailing across his chest and shoulders, avidly feeling the edge of his muscles under her palms. She was eager to feel him move under her touch, craving to have him naked only so she could watch him move for her. She bit her lips shut, trying her hardest to suffocate a whimper, already struggling to keep quiet and he was barely stroking her legs.

“This,” Will pointed out as his fingers followed the edge of her dress, “is a very tiny dress, love,” he pressed his smile just under her chin. “It was so hard being around you all night, it was.” Just like he had a point to make, Will’s hands traced up her body, following the edges of her dress cutting a low neckline across her stomach. He toyed with the thin golden chains that kept it together. “wanted me and Kyle to become madmen, didn’t you?” he teased looking down at her.

“I wore it for you,” she looked at him only pretending to be all innocent, biting her lower lip.

“You are such a cheeky little tease, you are,” Will leaned in for a kiss.

She would have lied if she said she cared in the slightest about being in her very public floor corridor, where everyone could walk by and see she was unashamedly making out with someone who wasn’t her boyfriend. But, besides her pressing desire to forget everything about their misunderstanding and just get lost in Will’s arms, Erika still pressed a hand on his chest.

She huffed, trying to get a hold of her thoughts. “Hold on,” she pushed in the middle of his chest with more conviction, not because she didn’t think that he would stop at her words, but because she needed something to hold onto. And she needed air. She couldn’t think straight when her senses were so overwhelmed by him. “We need to talk to Kyle.”

Will’s gaze was soft as he crossed her face. He leaned his head to the side and raised a hand to her jaw, tracing it to her chin. “Yes.”

Erika raised her chin, looking at him right in the eye. “I know we have lots more to talk about to understand what this thing is,” she pointed between them, “but I do not want only sex from you.” She felt her cheeks blush and her heart pitter-patter in her chest as emotions flew across her. She wasn’t the shy type, never was. And hell, if she would have let misunderstanding get in the way of her and her happiness again. “Just so we are clear.”

“No?” Will pecked her lips softly, not hiding a big dumb smile curling on his lips. “And what is it that you’d like? Tell me, love.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still want you to fuck me stupid.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled.

“But I think I’d like to try and date you.”

“I am pretty sure I can clear my schedule a little and find some space to take you out.”

Erika nodded, pulling a timid smile. “Do you think Kyle will be on board?”

“Considering he’d jump off a building for you and the fact that you Australians are fucking mental, I think it’s safe to say he would. Plus,”

The way Will blushed and his eyes trailed off, as he shied away, made her attention pop. A big, teasing smile grew on her lips as Erika poked his chest. “What was that? What aren’t you telling me, Ospreay?”

“I mean,” he was still avoiding eye contact, hiding behind his stupid smile that made her go insane, “I think I won’t have a problem dating either of you.”

“What are you saying?” She wondered feeling his words sliding right through her and into her stomach, making her feel warm and comforted. She did understand what he meant already but wanted so badly to hear it coming from him.

“I mean, you know, Kyle is very special to me.”

“Is he?” She purred.

“He’s very talented, very kind and very beautiful,” Will pointed out, “Why would I have a problem with that?”

“Are you saying you have a crush on my boyfriend?” She smiled proudly, somehow feeling that information weight right in her belly, making her tremble under her skin.

There was something forbidden and tremendously beautiful to the idea that not only Will and Kyle liked her but they could also like each other. She was shaken by the need to know, of seeing it happen.

She had known them both a very long time and witnessed years of flirting, but always assumed it was innocent playing around. She would lie if she said she never fantasised about it. That was at the very core of her threesome fantasies, honestly, but never before she had found a reason to bring it up. Erika settled thinking that was just how things were between them. They all did it with each other. And both Kyle and Will had the same behaviour as Mark. But now she was starting to wonder if something may have been different all along.

“Maybe I do,” Will proceeded, glimmering eyes and rose cheeks popping up under his smile. He tapped his index softly on the tip of her nose, “but you sure are nosy, aren’t you?”

“I am not!” She chuckled, “But I am intrigued.”

“Ah, yeah?” He wondered leaning in for a kiss, “You like the idea that I might like your boy, uh?” he brushed his lips against hers, “does it turn you on, love?”

“God,” Erika exhaled, nodding even before words could come out. She felt her throat seal shut and needed desperately a breath of fresh air just to clear her head because what she was picturing in her thoughts wasn’t only improper, but extremely out of place considering they were supposed to be locked in a room full of people for the rest of the evening.

Will puffed up his chest with pride and smiled. “You are so very bad, you are.”

Erika pulled him into another kiss with a smile on her lips and then forced herself to push him off herself with a chuckle. She wasn’t ready to go back to the party just yet, especially when she couldn’t be all over him and her boyfriend, but the voice of reason reminded her they both had been gone a while.

“C’mon handsome, let’s go back before they’ll send a search squad.”

Will nodded, “As you wish, love.”

As soon as they went through the door, most eyes moved on them. Most were puzzled as the flow of the party slowed. Erika wasn’t bothered by anyone else’s reaction; her attention was only for one person.

She smiled as soon as she made eye contact with Kyle, who looked over to them from the other side of the room, easily peeking above everyone else’s head. He was quick to assert the situation, studying her and Will and then a soft, large smile popped on his lips too as he deduced everything that needed to be said by their respective body language.

Before she could go to him, Erika slipped by the catering people, leaving her miserable bag of excuses on the open kitchen counter. “Don’t worry about this one, ok?” She instructed the girl standing the closest to her, who nodded willingly. “Thank you. You are smashing it,” she then added, showing her appreciation for their job. More would have come into the fat tip they would have left them at the end of the evening.

The girl pulled a large smile nodding gratefully. “Thank you, ma’am, glad you are enjoying it.”

As Erika turned, she found Will waiting for her. She wished she could have better control over herself, but she still blushed under his eyes, unable to hide her interest. She brushed her hand on his abdomen as she passed him over. “You should mingle, now.”

“Or I could just look at you,” he whispered to her ear, “and think about all the things I will do to you once we’re alone.”

Erika was crossed by a shiver. “I hate you so much, Billy.”

“No, you don’t.”

She shook her head and had to gather all her strength and control to slip off him. It didn’t matter what she did, he had planted a seed into her mind and now she wasn’t able to think about anything else but what he had said. Her stomach was already trembling in anticipation. God, she was ready to kick everyone out, even her brother, just to be able to have the rest of the night with him and Kyle already.

Erika managed to leave Will and cross the room, reaching for Kyle’s side. He was talking to a couple of the guys he and Mark met training. As soon as she was close, Kyle pulled her under his arm, dragging her naturally to his side, not losing the flow of his conversation.

“Hey,” she greeted them wrapping her arms around Kyle’s waist.

She didn’t care too much about their conversation, it was loads of opinions about wrestling technicalities and she didn’t have the focus to get into it.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” She wondered popping her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

“Of course,” Kyle kissed her forehead and then looked over to the other two, “Sorry boys, I’ll get back to you.”

Erika grabbed his hand and pulled him with her to the bedroom, seeking some privacy. As they crossed the room, she briefly looked back finding Will sitting with Mark on the sofa, they were having a lively conversation with some other people. When she noticed that Beth was standing there between everyone, listening to whatever Will was saying with interest. Erika couldn’t help herself from whipping out a victorious smile. She was being extremely childish, but knowing what the other girl wanted was ultimately hers fed right into her pride.

Erika found soothe into shutting everyone else behind her back, as she closed the door. The bedroom was nice and quiet, bringing her to release a relieved huff. “God, I feel like this party is going on forever.”

“Do you?” Kyle’s propped her chin up just so he could lean in for a kiss.

Erika immediately melted in his hold. Her hands raced up his arms and around his shoulders, as she took a long moment to enjoy being in his arms. As soon as their tongues crossed, Erika was crossed by another, powerful, hot shiver sliding down her spine and nesting into her abdomen, making her tremble. Kyle’s arms caged her. His hands slid on her body, feeling her curves.

“You,” she started, breaking her kiss, trying to catch her breath, “need to stop right now,”

“Or what, baby?” He backed her up against the wall, a confident smile printed on his lips and laser-focused eyes glimmering at her like the ones of a hungry wolf.

Erika tried to keep her hands planted in the centre of his chest, keeping him steady, but she wasn’t truly fighting him off as Kyle leaned in looking for her lips again.

“We have guests,” she panted, trying to maintain some sense, unsure what strength was driving her, especially after she had been turned on so much by Will just a moment ago. “We can’t just disappear,”

“I am sure everyone who noticed we slipped away is thinking we are fucking.”

Erika chuckled, sliding her hands through Kyle’s hair as he traced the line of her jaw. “Believe it or not I didn’t drag you here for a quickie.”

“No?” He sounded genuinely sad about it, “That is not very nice, babe.”

“Pretty please? I need to tell you something and it’s really hard for me to focus when you are all over me.”

“Seems I am still not doing a good job at it,”

“Shut up Fletcher,” she playfully pushed him off her, shaking her head. “When everyone is gone, and especially my brother. You can toy with me as you please.”

“I’ll keep you up on that.” Kyle looked down at her offering a cheeky smile. Then, he backed off, going and sitting on the edge of the bed. “So,” he started looking at her with interest, “you and Will made up?”

“About that,” she started stepping closer, “yes, we did. But before we talk about that I need to apologise.”

“For what, baby?” Kyle pulled her closer to him, making her stand in between his long legs. When he was sat, they were almost the same height.

Erika rested her arms on his shoulders and tenderly stroked his hair, offering a small, soft but ashamed smile. “I didn’t mean to keep you out.”

“You never have to apologise to me.”

“No,” she pressed on, “I do. Please, be mad at me for once,”

“You want me to be mad?”

“No, I mean, take my apologies like you were.”

“Ok,” Kyle paused to process her words, “so tell me, now,” he looked up into her eyes, “tell me what it is you didn’t tell me all week.”

“I didn’t want to be an inconvenience. I didn’t want my problem to taint your relationship with Will. So, I couldn’t tell you how hurt I was when I found out he just left that morning and then didn’t reach out to me. I realise that if I had said something to you, this situation would have been easily resolved, but I didn’t, so I managed to convince myself Will was ignoring me just as much as he convinced himself about the same thing,”

“First, you will never be an inconvenience to me. Second, you convinced me too. I knew something was off, but because you didn’t say a word about Will, I understood it the other way around.”

“Like?”

“Like you wanted to forget that night. Which is why I didn’t bring it up ever again. Until today. I started to suspect I misunderstood just today.”

“I am sorry,” Erika shook her head, “I feel so stupid. This could have ended so badly.” Her breath was suddenly shaken as she looked away. “I know how much Will means to you and I couldn’t bear to be the sore nerve in the middle of your beautiful relationship so,”

Before she could continue, Kyle pulled her into a kiss, silencing her. “Don’t say it,” he whispered, “do not say what you almost did. Which, by the way, I wouldn’t let you do. I would never let you leave me. Not like this. Not until I am certain that’d be the only way to make you happy. But not like this.”

“See? You would have fought.”

“Hell yeah,”

“Why would you fight for me when I thought about leaving you,” Erika paused again, “I am so sorry.”

“Erika, baby,” Kyle made her look at him, “You aren’t thinking of leaving me because you are selfish or mean. I can see that everything you did, even if it may have been a degree wrong, you did it to protect my interest to the best of your abilities.” Kyle slid his hands around her face, stroking her cheeks. “I appreciate you. I love you. But don’t ever think I’d be happier without you.”

“I promise I won’t keep anything from you,” Erika pushed a hand on his chest, just above where his heart was, “No more secrets.”

“That would be wise,” Kyle chuckled. His smile was as fresh as a breeze, making her feel reassured, “Especially since I seem to be the voice of reason around here.”

“Then, coming to the most pressing matter.” Erika started, looking down again. Her cheeks were slowly blushing, “I want to date Will.”

“Are you leaving me for Billy Goat!?” Kyle placed a hand on his chest, pretending to look shocked. “I knew he was bad business,”

“C’mon, mate,” Erika gave him a playful push, “Be serious you idiot,”

“Right,” Kyle nodded, “Am I invited to join this dating party? Or is it an exclusive?”

“No. I mean yeah, yes you are invited. I mean, you must be there.” Erika cleared her voice, just saying it out loud brought images into her mind making her thoughts all foggy and her stomach twist. “I would like to welcome Will in the couple, that’s it. Because I like him. I’ve been liking him a while,” she talked fast as if pushing out the words as quickly as possible could somehow hide her from Kyle’s reaction.

“Yeah, I know that babe,”

“So, what do you think?”

She didn’t even think about the possibility of his refusal. What if he was only interested in a one-night stand and didn’t care to indulge her? What if he didn’t like the idea of sharing all of that with Will?

Kyle shrugged, “I mean I am down for it. What did Will say?”

“He’s totally smitten by you. Called you beautiful, quoting.”

“I mean, I am beautiful, but that’s beside the point.”

Erika chuckled, “You are such a dumb prick sometimes,”

Kyle still blushed, even though he had just been cocky, “I’d like that. I mean it’s not a secret how much I feel for Will so,”

“Yeah, but there’s a difference between close friendship and romance,”

“Is there?” Kyle wondered, “Or maybe I just never openly admitted that I like him and that’s why we are so close. I mean, not that I have thought about it enough to put a label on it, but I wouldn’t oppose having him around more often. Equally, I have no problem getting on with the both of you.”

“Oh,” Erika chuckled, nodding, “that I know.”

In her belly, Erika felt a warm feeling distending and sliding across her body, under her skin, lulling her into a new relaxed state. It wasn’t only finding relief after days of intense, nerve-wracking anxiety and dreadful sadness, it was also joy, deep and pure.

She hadn’t planned anything to go the way it went in the past few days and certainly, she wasn’t expecting it to end up like a bloody fairytale happy ending. She had convinced herself of the opposite. But now she couldn’t think about anything but being grateful.

If only she had known earlier things would have turned out that way.

She then pulled him into a hug, pushing her face into the crook of his neck. Erika cradled him gently, soaking up the feeling of the consistency of his solid body in her arms. “Whatever, you know? I love you.”

“I love you too, always.”

Erika was completely taken by pleasure. She felt like she was floating. Her body didn’t feel hers anymore. She didn’t have weight or consistency. No thoughts, only emotions. She was only her pleasure, wrapped and moulded under heavy bodies, hot hands and hungry mouths.

Kyle kept her solidly pressed against his chest. He had one hand wrapped around her throat as his other arm twisted around her waist, just so he could have easy access to her clit, only intensifying her pleasure as she took both of them in. She was riding Will’s cock, as Kyle fucked her ass.

“You are doing so good, pet,” he lulled at her ear.

They were taking it extremely slow now, especially for the standards they were getting her used to, but it wasn’t certainly the pace of their night. The boys had been relentless and merciless, making her come countless times already and still keeping her pleasure rolling.

Erika thought she could snap and go insane. She had never cried because of pleasure before. She had heard of the event. Maybe even see it when watching dirty, hardcore porno but never experienced it herself. Up to tonight.

The first time tears had started streaming down her face, both Will and Kyle froze, thinking they were hurting her somehow, only making her go more feral. Erika had to threaten them not to stop, ever. Unless she told them so. And they hadn’t ever since.

She had never experienced anything like what she was feeling that night. Not even the first time they were together the pleasure was quite so high. But that night was somehow hotter, and dirtier, the things they did and said to each other were more prohibited and inebriating. And none of the trio seemed to have enough of the other two.

Erika whimpered, too exhausted even to moan louder. Erika sat down on Will’s cock, slowly, accompanied by Kyle’s hand guiding her movements as the Aussie proceeded to slide back into her. It was like a synchronised dance between them, supposed to cyclically fill her up as much as possible. She had begged for it but could never be ready for the real feeling. She had experience with anal and even double penetration, as she and Kyle liked to play with toys, but her toys weren’t as big as both those boys fucking her. She felt like she was getting split in two, and loved every second of it.

Their skin was a sticky mess of sweat, bodily fluids and lube.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kyle’s pure satisfaction vibrated through his voice, making her purr.

Words escaped her mind just as easily as thoughts did, she was abandoned in between their arms, body and soul, Erika only managed to slowly nod at him.

She felt Kyle's sharp smile pressed on her shoulder as he looked down at Will and invited her to a holt. In her stillness, Erika took a second to catch her breath, relaxing her lower abdomen and adjusting to both men's sizes.

She wasn’t at all mad at Kyle’s chosen pace. It gave her a chance to catch her breath – as much as still being fucked and held by the throat, hands tied behind her back could do. But she knew that Kyle’s slow torture wasn’t targeted at her, for once. She knew the Aussie's bright eyes were pointed at Will just as much as she was aware his sharp, challenging smile was for the Brit too, as Kyle had taken control over the both of them.

And she was in with Kyle’s game. Hearing Will whimpering underneath her, begging for pleasure, made her go insane.

He too had his hands bound. He was trapped by handcuffs locked to the bedboard and she loved to see how he moved and stretched underneath her. His muscles twitched and contracted. His big arms looked so good bent above his head.

She had taken a mental note of how much she liked it and thought next time she would have tied down both boys, planning to take her time to play with both.

However, that wasn’t quite the only thing that sent her completely feral. The desperate insanity of her attraction to the two men she was sharing the bed with pivoted when Kyle silenced Will, staffing her panties into his mouth and gagging him.

“Do you want to fuck this pretty boy, pet?” Kyle wondered. His words were enough to make both her and Will tremble. Kyle had his large hand opened wide on her lower abdomen and pressed on her, making her move her hips ever so slowly, causing Will to twitch and huff.

Erika smiled, turning her head to Kyle as much as his hold on her allowed movement, looking for a kiss. “Please,” she whispered against his lips. “I do.”

“Of course, you do, pet,” he cooed, “that’s what you like doing best, isn’t it?”

“Yes,”

Kyle dangerously purred in her ear, “No, no, pretty one, don’t disappoint me now,” he pushed her chin up and head back just to make her stretch in his hold. “Say it. Let me hear it,”

Erika moulded under his control, “Please, let me fuck him,” she whined, “I am such a slut for you,” she continued and the more she said, the more she wanted to say just to please the Aussie. “I want you both to cum all over me.”

“That bad, uh?” Kyle pushed her head back so she could watch Will, controlling her hips to move in another painfully slow thrust. And then another, quicker this time. They all moaned. “Shall we milk every drop of what he has to give?” Before she could even think about responding, Kyle's soft chuckle in her ear gave her a shiver. “Or, I could fuck you some more myself and make him watch.”

Will grunted, impatiently twitching underneath them, trying to buck his hips into her to find some form of satisfaction, trying to lift himself and fight the firm hold of his handcuffs.

That only caused Kyle to chuckle, “What was that baby? Daddy’s angry?” He guided another slow thrust. “Daddy should learn to be patient, don’t you think, pet?”

She nodded, rolling her head on his shoulder and letting a small moan out, not entirely sure she could think straight anymore. Almost out of habit, without thinking, she moved her hips, taking the initiative to thrust on them. Kyle let her. Her body was stretched like an elastic band ready to snap, pressed under her ever-grown hunger for pleasure that wouldn’t come. Kyle’s torture was making her go mad.

“Please, Kyle,” she huffed, exchanging a desperate look with Will. They both begged to be satisfied.

“Yes, pet? What is it?”

“I need-”

Kyle suffocated her words and ripped a moan out of her as he made her slide up and down Will’s cock pushing himself back into her. Erika opened her mouth wide, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. The pleasure of feeling them both inside of her was too much even for her to voice it.

“What do you need, baby?” his tone was now softer, more attentive, “Tell me, I will give it to you.”

“J-just fuck me,” she exhaled, “and let me fuck him.”

Kyle was ready to give her what she wanted. He exchanged a nod with Will, only so he would be ready and received a suffocated moan in return, as Will still tried to fight the handcuffs off. “Nah, big boy,” Kyle patted Will on the belly, “you are staying exactly like that.”

A shiver crossed Erika as she nodded, supporting the Aussie. “Daddy’s so pretty tied up.” She purred pressing a smile into Kyle’s jaw.

Will let his head fall on the pillow and bit down on the fabric in his mouth, suffocating a grunt, but the second he stopped resisting, Kyle rewarded him with what everyone wanted.

“C’mon, baby, be a good girl and take what you need from us,” he instructed, letting Erika move freely as she wished on Will’s cock, and respecting her rhythm with his thrusts.

She stretched against him and rode the Brit. Now it was her turn to be merciless, but Erika had very little patience too. She had been toyed with enough and felt like she was going to implode if she hadn’t found release. She whined, her body already shaking as the wildest wave of pleasure started to grow inside her tummy.

Her fingers extended to Kyle’s abdomen, touching as much of Kyle’s skin as she could, even though her hands were tied up.

He kissed her neck, ear and side of her head, only for his hold to become stronger around her throat. “Inhale, pet. Take a deep breath and hold it in those pretty lungs.”

Erika whimpered. A shiver crossed her spine, shaking her. She would have done anything for him but that command, somehow, was groundbreaking. Made her want to drop on her knees and have a collar put around her neck. It made her stomach twist. Her thoughts dissipated; nothing was left but letting herself go in his arms.

She did as instructed, inhaling deeply, just so Kyle could squeeze her throat and choke her. His hold was hot but firm, suffocating her breath and voice into submission as their rhythm only quickened. With every thrust shaking her and her lungs constricting into her chest, Erika felt her caged self spiral towards an undiscovered level of pleasure.

Kyle lulled sweet words to her ear, encouraging her to take it all. He softly kissed her neck and bit down on her shoulder, suffocating his moans on her skin. The hand he had around her abdomen quickly moved down between her legs, where he could massage her clit only making her pleasure grow exponentially.

Will arched under her, growling like a rabid animal and grabbing on the bedboard, making the entire bed creak under the pressure of his hold. Erika quivered, feeling the mindless need to feel that same strength on her own body, bending her and holding her down.

She so desperately wanted to scream. She wasn’t thinking any longer.

When pleasure hit her, rolling into her lower belly and exploding through her, making her shake uncontrollably, Kyle caught her and held her, releasing his hold on her throat and letting her breathe. “Good girl,” he praised, cradling her, not stopping for one second fucking her and not allowing her to slow on Will either. “Give it to us, baby,”

Erika cried their names as pleasure muffled all her other senses. Her quivering body squeezed on the boys as she abandoned herself against Kyle’s chest, letting him guide her movements.

Will came first, right after her, following the waves of her pleasure. Kyle moaned too, feeling Will’s dick release inside of her. “That’s it, big boy,” he praised, “fill her pretty pussy up.”

Will filled her up with his hot seed and, whining and groaning, pulled on his handcuffs leaving marks on his wrists. Feeling his pleasure pump inside of her made her feral. Erika was ready to howl like a dog, feeling pure satisfaction in the idea he had just branded her.

As soon as he was done, Kyle propped her up and continued fucking her, following Will and doing exactly the same thing. He pushed her head up just so he could trap her lips in a famished kiss, suffocating her whimpers as he fucked her mercilessly until he reached his pleasure, filling her up a second time. Rode his orgasm suffocating his moans in the crook of her neck, hands grabbing on her body like he was trying his best to hold onto something, not to get washed away in his own orgasm.

Erika was a quivering mess. Her mind was completely fogged up and disconnected, to the point she wasn’t entirely aware of the sweet things Kyle chanted in her ear as he untied her wrists and laid her down.

The first thing she felt other than the hot waves of deep pleasure sex just gave her, was the cold air tickling her sweaty skin as she felt completely uncovered for the first time. She had been naked a long time by now, but she always had one boy or the other, or both on her at all times, up to that moment.

Kyle climbed above Will’s chest, full of praising words for him too as he pulled her panties out of his mouth. “You are a good, pretty boy, you know that?” he wondered softly, sliding a hand across Will’s jaw fondly.

Will smiled, not hiding the pink blushing his cheeks. “Thanks, darlin,” he patiently waited for Kyle to unlock his handcuffs, only to sit up with the Aussie in his lap and grab him by the neck as soon as he was free. “Next time you’ll be the one begging for Daddy,”

Kyle looked into his eyes for a long time and then, as he slid his arms on Will’s shoulder, they both smiled at each other.

Erika rolled to her side, looking at them with a warm feeling spreading in her belly. She wasn’t only smitten by them. It was stronger than that. She needed to touch them so bad it hurt.

“Just kiss already,” she hinted, stretching in the bedsheets, trying to find some comfort for her tired body. She was exhausted and yet had enough strength left in her to still offer a cheeky smile to the both of them as they looked down at her. “I know you want to,” she purred, looking at Will.

Kyle and Will looked back at each other. The Aussie cupped Will’s face, caressing his cheeks, making him look up at him. “Do you, baby?”

“Call me baby one more time and I’ll lick the floor for you, pretty boy.”

Kyle pressed his smile on Will’s lips. Just like it had been for her, Will took a moment to melt into that new embrace, but when he did, she slid his arms around Kyle, pulling him into a hug. Their kiss was quick to heat up. When she saw their tongues flick as they made out, she was sure she felt it in her lower abdomen. Hearing their breath quicken only made Erika quiver under her skin. Pure lust flooded through her, lighting her body up once again.

She pushed herself up and slid close to them, kissing Will on the shoulder and then leaning on Kyle’s. “You’ll drive me insane guys.”

Both Kyle and Will looked back at her, welcoming her in their hug. “Good,” Will kissed her forehead and Kyle her cheek, making her feel their affection.

She felt so grateful and lucky.

“You know what’s the funniest part of this entire thing, mate?”

“What, bruv?”

“You will have to tell Mark you are fucking his sister.”

“Ah, fuck,” Will let himself fall backwards into the pillows, only pretending defeat, as both Kyle and Erika laughed.

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Soft Dealers and Dirty Relations

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, slightly sub Eddie, soft brown eyes (dies)

Word Count: 3571

Summary: You have a soft spot for your dealer.

A/N: Here I am. With zero self control. Eddie Munson could get it any which way he wanted. But I really loved the idea of a more sub Eddie. A version of him that played more into that hesitation he talks about in the show and not being brave. Plus, I like the boss bitch x nerdy vibes trope. So, enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

Disclaimer: Characters are of age in my fics.

*Masterlist in bio.

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You took a long pull from the joint pressed between your red nails, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You welcomed the inevitable high that would follow. Your eyes looked over the serene and still waters of Lover’s Lake, the moon reflecting high in the night sky. All was calm.

Music hummed from the van’s speakers, the heavy strings of guitars and booming bass almost making the vehicle vibrate beneath you. A breeze swept through the van, causing you to shiver.

“You cold?”

Eddie Munson gestured to his leather jacket discarded behind him. He took note of your body's reaction and the bareness of your shoulders and collarbone. He tried to be inconspicuous about it, but you knew. You could feel those intense brown orbs practically burning a whole through the off-shoulder top you wore. He was sweet about it though. He never made you feel uncomfortable. It was why you always let him take you to the most secluded places to smoke. He knew the best spots and he was willing to share them with you.

“No, I’m okay. Thanks though,” you replied with a smile, tendrils of smoke passing between you both as you shared the joint.

Eddie had been your dealer for the last year. You’d seen him around. Heard his band play. Knew that he was on a roll to becoming the longest reigning senior at Hawkins High. Despite his academic misgivings, he was a good guy. He was funny, albeit a little nerdy. He looked meaner than he was. A quality he used to his advantage.

Over time, you’d come to know the real Eddie. The Eddie that opened doors for you and let you take the first hit of every joint because, in his words, “it’s fucking chivalry”. The Eddie that geeked out over song lyrics and guitar solos. The Eddie that kept meticulous notes on his D&D campaign and stored them in a trapper keeper for safekeeping.

Your drug dealer was as unthreatening as they came. And you liked it.

The Eddie Munson’s of the world were not usually your type. You were more familiar with the hard edges and stoic faces of men who’d most likely done things to wind up in jail. Those men excited you. It was a thrill to know that they could be dangerous. A different kind of high. But Eddie excited you for the exact opposite. He made you feel powerful, whereas most of the other guys made you feel powerless. That’s what it was all about. Power. And for the moment, you wanted some of that power back.

You sat in the back of Eddie’s van, overlooking the water. A comfortable silence sat between you, the joint lingering on his lips as he took another hit. The unmistakable melody of The Knack’s My Sharona wafted through the speakers and you sat up straighter. It was one of your favorite songs. It was a favorite because it never failed to arouse you. Something about the drums and lyrical moaning made you practically feral with desire.

It was perfect.

Eddie’s sneaker tapped along to the beat beside you, his eyes stuck on the motionless lake. He wore his Hellfire shirt, the sleeves pushed up to reveal traces of ink you’d only ever caught glimpses of. You wondered what else he had inked on his skin. Your eyes drifted down to his hands and the many rings that adorned his fingers. You licked your lips at the sight. He shifted his legs, pulling your focus to his crotch for a brief second before you caught yourself.

You decided to implement your own tried and true tactics. You weren’t new to the laws of attraction and wanting someone to notice you. You had your methods. And they always worked. So you’d use them. Because you were horny. And because Eddie Munson had been trying extremely hard not to eye fuck you.

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.

When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?

Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.

Gun it comin' off the line Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up.

Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch

Of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo.

M M M My Sharona

You stood from your perch in the back of his van and walked closer to the water, keenly aware that he was watching you. You stretched a bit, the hem of your ruffled skirt riding up as you did. You let him get his free show in before you turned around, arms behind your back as you approached, your chest pushed out and daring him to steal a glance.

His soft brown eyes were dark, the color shifting and almost melting into his pupil. He still held the joint in his hand as he watched you make your way back towards him, a wicked smile on your painted lips. You stepped into his space, settling yourself between his spread thighs. The action caught him off guard and he straightened, albeit a little slowly. You ran your nails up his denim clad thighs, observing the way he observed you. There was confusion and shock written on his features. But you could see the desire there too. It coated your body like a warm blanket, pulling you in.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

He stuttered out the words and you had to try hard not to giggle. He backed up as you leant in, stealing the joint from his fingertips. You held his startled gaze as you sucked in smoke. You’d never been this close to him before. And aside from the occasional bump of fingers passing between each other, you’d never touched him.

He felt good.

The joint soon became a roach and you set it on the chrome bumper of his van, freeing your hands. You didn’t move from your position.

“You want me to move?” you asked, an eyebrow arched as you awaited his answer.

He took a long time to respond. He was searching your face. Searching for an answer to your sudden closeness. He’d find nothing but want.

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.

Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.

Keeping it a mystery gets to me

Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.

Always get it up for the touch

Of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo.

M M M My Sharona

“No,” came his breathless reply.

You smiled and took that as your cue, running your fingertips higher up his thighs. The muscles tensed beneath you, but you pressed onward. Your lips drifted closer to his, but never touched. You teased him, letting him feel only as good as you wanted him to feel.

“Touch me, Eddie.”

“Where?”

You ran your nose along his stubbled cheek, nuzzling into his hair as your lips ghosted over his ear. “Everywhere.”

His hands tentatively touched your hips, gripping the material of your skirt and then loosening again. He hesitated before letting them roam to your ass. He palmed the flesh and then quickly released, as if he’d been burned.

“Like this?” he asked, his tone unsure.

You kissed along his neck, letting your tongue dart out to taste his flesh. He groaned at the action, his hands following suit and grasping your ass once again.

“Like that,” you praised, voice breathy and low.

He did it again. And again.

Each of his touches were in response to your lips on his skin. You sucked at a patch on his neck, gentle enough to not leave a mark but enough to bring pleasure. He angled his head, allowing you to work him over. Your tongue trailed across his Adam’s apple, his chin, and then his mouth. You both pressed into each other as lips clashed, followed soon by tongues. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands as he brought you closer. Every nerve felt like it’d come alive when his lips touched yours. Your breath was running out, but you didn’t care. You both sucked in air when you could, unwilling to separate just yet.

“In the van,” you ordered when you’d both finally broken apart. You tugged at the front of his shirt as you hopped into the back. Eddie followed you, settling against the side of the interior. You made your way into his lap, lips finding his as soon as he was close enough.

He became braver with his touches. He clutched at you with purpose, realizing he could elicit those raspy moans from deep within you. You ground down on his lap, hearing the most beautiful whimper fall from his lips. You did it again, feeling him thrust upwards in response. He was hard and warm and you were desperate to have him inside of you.

You let your fingers fall to the button of his jeans, feeling his stomach go rigid and his mouth pull away from yours. He looked dazed as he tried to orient himself away from your tempting touch.

“Hold on,” he panted, holding your hands in his.

You did as he said, chest rising and falling just as fast as his. You could see remnants of your lipstick on his face as he licked at his kiss-swollen lips. His eyes peered down, seeing the noticeable imprint of your nipples pebbled against your shirt. He sucked in a breath, almost comically and you giggled.

“I’ve, uh…I’ve…,”

You watched as he struggled to formulate a sentence. He seemed nervous again. Almost shy even. You’d never seen him so vulnerable.

You reached out and cupped his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet yours. You smiled down at him in response, seeing him relax slightly.

“What is it?”

His eyes closed and he sighed again, falling into your warm touch and soothing voice. You waited him out, continuing to caress his cheek as he worked up the nerve to say whatever he needed to say.

“I haven’t done this very much,” he finally confessed, still unable to meet your stare.

“What? Kiss?” you teased.

Eddie rolled his eyes and adjusted you in his lap, causing him to connect to your heated core. You bit your lip at the graze, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Noooo,” he drew out, again not realizing that his fingers were rubbing soft circles into your thighs. “Sex,” he finally admitted.

You weren’t entirely surprised by his words. While he may look bad ass, he was actually quite sweet. Something you were sure not many girls your age yearned for. It didn’t make you want him any less though. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

“S’okay. It’s not like I’m a pro,” you joked, enjoying seeing his eyes light up once again.

The coolness of his rings made you shiver as he flattened his hand across your thighs. His fingertips almost disappeared under the fabric of your skirt. You inched your hips closer, hoping he would take the hint.

“Just tell me what you want,” you whispered, the moment back to being electrically charged.

He watched you closely as he skimmed his fingers between your thighs, never reaching the destination you so desperately needed him to. This time, you were sure he knew what he was doing.

“You.”

Your lips met once again. The promise of more overwhelmed you both. Hands grabbed and bodies gyrated as soft moans and low groans filled the back of the van.

“How bad?” you asked, hands drifting to the bulge hidden beneath his jeans.

“W-what?” he returned, confusion coloring his words.

You began to softly rub at him through the fabric, feeling him throb in your palm. His head made contact with the side of the van, eyes squeezing shut as you applied a gentle pressure.

“How bad do you want me?”

“I’m pretty sure you can feel it, sweetheart.”

You took a sick delight in seeing him so strung out. His eyes were still screwed shut and his breathing was picking up speed. He swallowed and your eyes became affixed to his throat.

Without warning, you stopped. Eddie searched for your touch, but you evaded him, instead taking his own hand in yours.

“I want you too, Eddie. Real bad,” you confessed, feeling his stare. You took his long index finger and pressed it between your lips, sucking on the digit. His eyes widened, his mouth agape as he watched you take his finger further into your mouth.

You released the appendage with a pop, satisfied at the feel of him shifting beneath you. He was uncomfortably hard. You could feel it.

You led the soaked finger to the apex of your thighs, encouraging him to push your panties to the side. He obediently did so. After some delicate fumbling, you pressed his finger into your slit, the both of you drenched in warm velvet.

“Holy fuck…,” he groaned, eyes glued to your still covered pussy.

You moaned as he began to finger you on his own, unable to sit still inside you. You gripped his shoulders as he explored with light strokes. You craved more. You wanted to be filled. To feel that delicious burn that came right before the precipice of pleasure.

“Another one…add another one,” you breathlessly demanded, hips now swiveling in his lap.

He did as you requested. And the stretch you ached for came when he added two fingers instead of one. His palm brushed your clit and you gasped, closer to the edge than you’d anticipated.

“Shit, don’t stop, Eddie.”

“I won’t.”

And he didn’t.

You came with a shudder, moans sailing through the air as each rip tide of climax pulled you under. The rhythm of his fingers slowed, as did the obnoxious sound of your walls sucking him in. He let you ride his hand until the very last spasm left your body.

You collapsed on him, pressing your forehead against his. Laughter followed as your body slowly melted into him, your skin still aflame with desire.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie breathed, reverence in his voice. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You straightened to look at him properly, his fingers still very much buried inside you.

“You’re good at that,” you praised, once again surprised by him. He followed direction like a fucking dream. That would come in handy.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly. Which was laughable considering he’d just fingered fucked you in the back of his van.

You maneuvered yourself off his hand and hissed at the emptiness you now felt. You brought the glistening digits to his mouth and without missing a beat, he sucked on them.

Your thighs twitched while your walls clenched around nothing as he tasted you. That familiar heat began to pool deep in your belly once again. You brought his lips to yours in a visceral show of passion, determined to savor yourself the same way he had.

His rings pressed into the flesh of your ass as you reached for the button on his jeans. You made quick work of the zipper, maneuvering your hand into the constricting fabric.

“I wanna feel you,” you pleaded, frustrated by his uncooperative clothing.

He hurriedly did his best to shift the material down enough so that he was freed from the confines of his jeans. Your mouth salivated on instinct.

You wasted no time in coating your palm with saliva and wrapping it around his length. He bit his lip as he watched your hand manipulate his flesh. He was swelling in your hand, moisture pooling at the tip. He was breathing heavy, limbs so rigid you were sure they would snap off his body.

“Can I ride you?” you purred into his ear, feeling him twitch under your grasp.

“Yes, yes, god yes,” he chanted, making you giggle.

You nipped at his earlobe while he helped you sink onto him. You both struggled with moving your panties to the side and as he placed the tip at your entrance, you insisted he rip the offending garment off.

“What?”

“Rip them off. It’s okay,” you assured him, too horny to give a fuck about underwear you bought at a department store.

And so he did.

The lace came away almost too easy under his hands. The action made you practically drip down his cock. As soon as he cast the ruined panties away, you sank down onto him.

“Shiiiiit,” he groaned, your skirt now pushed over your hips as he nearly tore that to shreds.

A long, low moan that you almost didn’t recognize as your own came from your lips as he sat sheathed inside of your walls. You both pulsed with need, the hum of an orgasm just under the surface.

“You gotta move, sweetheart,” he urged, hips thrusting up to motivate you.

You bit your lip and decided to have mercy on him. Mostly because you were just as impatient as he was. You began to rock your hips, taking him slowly in and out of your clutches. With every stroke, his grip tightened. You could see the veins in his forearms as he struggled to let you go at your own pace. Your hooded gaze caught the black ink resting just under the collar of his shirt and you leant forward. His cock slid against you as you reached out and licked the tattooed image, feeling him jerk and seek out the warmth of your pussy.

“Can I touch you?”

His question made you pause, seeing his hands now edging towards your untouched breasts. You felt that rush of power as you stared into his gentle brown eyes, knowing he was completely at your mercy.

“You’re inside of me, Eddie. You don’t have to ask,” you assured him, pushing your top down to pool at your waist. You placed his calloused hands over your bare breasts, throwing your head back as he massaged them.

“God, that feels good,” you rasped, hips picking up speed as he easily slid in and out of you. You tangled your fingers into his shirt, inching it up his torso. More ink was revealed to your hungry gaze.

The rough calluses of his fingers felt divine against your sensitive breasts. He was watching you closely as you bounced in his lap. It wasn’t until you felt his lips encase a nipple that you understood why. He was reading your reactions. And you gave him one.

“Harder,” you gasped, pushing him further into your naked flesh. His tongue swirled around the pebbled bud before he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, making you ground down into his cock.

He switched to the other breast and you knew you wanted to cum just like this. With his cock buried deep while he sucked at your tits, brown eyes peering up at you with pure carnality.

You rubbed at your clit as he bent to your every whim. When you moaned, he repeated his action. Harder and faster. And your eyes squeezed shut as that surge of unforgiving bliss started to rise.

“I’m gonna cum…fuck.”

A delicate kiss to the underside of your chin was all it took. Galaxies passed behind your eyelids as you floated through space. Your hips moved of their accord as you chased the high of euphoria. Every part of you felt like it was going to burst.

“Shit, sweetheart…”

You barely registered Eddie’s words or the way his own hips had started to fuck you, no longer sitting idly by. You gripped his shoulders as he plunged into your depths. His face was buried in your breasts, his hands now attached firmly to your ass as he climaxed. He grunted and groaned, spilling himself inside of you.

Warmth filled you as he got as close to you as humanly possible. You cradled his head, finally feeling his body begin to loosen. His tight hold turned to gentle caresses as he skimmed his fingertips along your naked back, making you shiver.

“That was fucking awesome,” he exhaled, skin sticking to yours as he gazed up at you.

You laughed tiredly, lethargy now seeping into your bones. “Yeah, it fucking was,” you agreed, stroking wayward strands of hair from his face.

You slowly eased him out of you, both of you wincing at the action. You adjusted your clothes, getting off his lap so he could do the same. You dressed in silence, the radio back to being the only source of sound. Another breeze came through and this time it cooled your balmy skin. You settled back into your original spot, legs dangling off the back of his van as the lake gently moved with the wind.

Eddie joined you and pulled another joint from his tin container. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you laughed, shaking your head as he lit up and offered it to you.

“I might be on the verge of passing out after that,” you teased, hesitating to take it from him.

“You could always crash with me,” he offered, eyes deceiving his nonchalant tone.

You inhaled and released the smoke, not holding it in for too long this time.

You smiled at his words. “We’ll see, Munson.”

That was enough for him.

You both went back to companionable silence while his cum trickled down your thigh and his neck sported a hickey.

It was perfect.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things

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[sometime in the future]

“You do realize I am a biotically enhanced super soldier, right?” Mason said skeptically, eying the woman in front of him. She stood watching him, one hand on her cocked hip, dark wavy hair tied back at her nape and a smirk on her lips that made him feel horribly old beyond his years.

He remembered what it was like to be this self-assured. Fearless. In his prime, he’d been one of Cerberus’s best phoenix, had been made squad leader and had more kills under his belt than he cared to think about now. He had honed his biotic abilities to rival an asari huntress, capable of commanding mass effect fields down to the smallest degrees and he was treated with the most bespoke implants and the best money could buy.

He wasn’t like that now.

“I hear that’s the rumour around town. But I’m no slouch when it comes to biotics myself.”

“No,” Mason hummed, eying her some more. “You wouldn’t have been. How did Cerberus never find you?”

The smirk slipped from her face at that and she straightened, her gaze somber. “There is no Cerberus in my world. There was no first contact war.”

Mason spent a moment trying to imagine it and came up empty. “Must be nice,” he mused, wry. “Your world sounds charmed.”

“It is,” Maisy said simply. “And we plan to keep it that way. That’s the only reason we’re here.”

“He knows, doesn’t he? That if we fall, you will too.”

“You know Isaac,” Maisy lifted her chin, no small amount of pride in her voice. “He’s not an idiot.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle at that. “No, he’s not.”

Maisy Cerrillo was a better fighter than Mason expected her to be and-

She fought dirty.

Mason panted as he dodged another swing, easily moving out of her way but still oddly surprised at her unrelenting pace. They had agreed on no biotics, no weapons, just hands and fists and feet. The rules were loose beyond that, something Mason realized too late he should have been clearer on when she lifted one booted foot and kicked at a workout bench to send it careering towards him.

It hit his ankles, unbalancing him enough that he lost concentration and the next thing he knew he was struggling for breath because she had just punched him in the throat.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she glared at him, fists high and dark brows knitted in concentration. “Like I’m not going to use every advantage available to me. I don’t have a intergrated bone weave or mesomuscle enhancer over here.”

Mason pulled himself up, tossing his head and shaking out the effects of her punch. In the corner, he was aware of an audience gathering – although he could have done without Ajax’s scoff and less than helpful remarks.

“No,” he watched her, circling slowly. “That’s smart. You should take every advantage.”

Maisy grinned, the edge of it slightly feral. “Thanks, but I wasn’t looking for your permission.”

She moved again, fast and fluid in a way he has never been able to be, her lithely powerful body far more flexible than his own heavier frame. She spun and Mason braced himself for another upper body kick – only for Maisy to drop and skid right through his spread legs, leaving behind searing pain where she jagged him in the groin on the way through.

He swore, frustration and exhilaration warring inside him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fought without using his enhancements – the Berlin’s crew were too fragile and he knew even warming the Captain’s bed, Isaac just might space him if he accidentally broke any of his crew.

Speaking of Isaac-

Maisy clashed against him again and he grabbed her wrists, grunting slightly at the force she exerted. He was curious about her Isaac, the young admiral who seemed so far removed and both a carbon copy of the man he loved all once.

They grappled and Mason caught her eye. “What is it like? Being married to him?”

The question surprised her enough that she hesitated and Mason used the lapse in her concentration to shove her across the mat. She landed hard but was back on her feet, snarling hard and prowling like a panther ready to pounce within heartbeats.

Then her stance changed. The smirk was back. “It’s fantastic,” she said sweetly with a toss of her head. “He knows exactly how to touch me, brings me breakfast in bed every morning, gave me his babies, holds me in his arms at night. All. Night.”

Something burned in Mason’s chest. Jealousy. It was bitter in his mouth. And yet it didn’t stop him asking for more. “How did you meet?”

Maisy frowned at him over her raised, clench fists, assessing. He knew she was trying to work out his play, scrolling through the options in her mind. In truth, Mason was sort of wondering too. He didn’t know why he was asking these questions. He didn’t know why it burned him so much that Isaac had been in front of him for so long and he hadn’t even realized it.

Even as the thought came, he knew what would come next.

The captain and the admiral had one thing in common. One glaring, painful fact Mason told himself he shouldn’t let hurt like it should. They didn’t trust phoenix.

Mason put his frustration into a punch that landed hard. Maisy grunted and there was a collective gasp around the room as she made contact with the mat. He had forgotten about the audience, wondered how many of the Berlin crew were there, how many of the other. He supposed they made quite the spectacle. Two tall, dark haired, green eyed figures trying to wail the shit out of each other just for the hell of it.

He stood over her, chest heaving, prepared to hear her yield when she pushed herself up and flipped to kick his legs out from under him.

He was inching his way back to his feet when he heard Berlin’s engineer Luca yell “Go Mom!” and Maisy was so startled he was able to regain the advantage.

“Okay,” she panted, looking up, wild eyed but staring not at him but at a chagrined looking Luca at the edge of the mat. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why not?” Mason asked, releasing her so she could sit up. He looked over and it seemed like Luc was giving the younger version of himself an earful.

Maisy pulled her knees to her chest. “Because up until now, he’s completely ignored me.”

“Who? Luca?”

“It’s so confusing they have the same names.”

“I know,” Mason chuckled. He got to feet and without thinking he offered Maisy his hand to help her up only for her to roll her eyes and slap it away. “At least Luc has the grace to shorten his. I’m surprised he’s ignored you though. He’s always seemed a bit… needy. I thought he would jump at it.”

“I got that too,” Maisy said, her voice low so it wouldn’t carry. Luca was filing out of the training deck with the rest of the crew, the show now over. He glanced back only once, dark gaze skittish under his curls before disappearing around the corner. “But when I went to talk to him, he told me-“ Maisy raised her fingers in air quotes, “’I don’t need a Mom, I already have a daddy’”

Her face was a mask of distaste that made Mason laugh. “Yeah. You’ll get used to that.”

“I’m not sure I will.”

“Look, it’s normal I guess. You look at him and see your Luca all grown up. But that’s not him. Your Luca is safe back on Terra Nova. This Luca… well…”

Mason trailed off then shrugged.

“I know,” Maisy sighs as she wipes her face with a towel. “Still weird.”

“Tell me about it.”

Maisy caught his eye again and snorted. “You’re a bit like the big brother I always wanted.”

Mason was mildly amused by that but then he thought of Kate. “What’s Kate like? In your world?”

“Happy,” Maisy answered without hesitation. “Married. Three kids. Her husband adores her. She’s… she’s alive.” Maisy frowned, realizing what she said. “Not that… your Kate… isn’t but… What happened to her?”

“You’d have to ask her about that. It’s not really my story to tell. We’re not… We didn’t grow up together in this world. We aren’t that close.”

“Oh,” Maisy said softly. She held a cold water bottle in her hand, rubbing the condensation on the side absently with a practical lengthed, neatly manicured thumbnail, lost in thought.

Mason took a moment to put the room back to rights before gathering his own gear, aware that Maisy’s eyes were following him.

“Something else?”

“The captain...” she started hesitantly. “He needs you.”

Mason smiled tiredly. “Not as much as I need him.”

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sihakadan · 1 year

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okay okay i have returned

calling the arcane characters good boy/girl 🥰

Anon-

This is it. This is how I die.

NSFW, MDNI 18+

All the powers have mercy on my soul. Have a request, looking for something, or wonder who I write? Check out my master list. If you are wondering why there is no Caitlyn or Vi? I am in denial about the breakup in the rain and I refuse to see them with other people because they are perfect together, thank you for coming to my TED talk

•🐀Silco

-Is a dirty talker so when you turn it around on him and call him a good boy, it throws him for a loop. Silco.exe has stopped working

-You do this while riding him and he loses it mentally. His mind cannot function and his grip on your hips tighten

-He very much likes it and will reward you. "Tell daddy how good he is, my darling."

•💣Jinx

-Praise? How do she accept praise?

-Goes feral and tries to prove to you that she is not 'a good girl'

-The sex only gets rougher, and it was the whole point, that and to tell her how you felt

-"Tell me who's a good girl now?" She'll hiss through her teeth.

"Still you."

•⌛Ekko

-He is a good boy, and he knows it. You know it and so do most of the Firelights. Almost every night they are reminded that he is a very good boy

-Likes it when you talk dirty or praise him, will return the favor happily

-The best time to tell him this is when he is coming. It just makes it so much better for him

•🦇Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-He is a what? Will stop everything he is doing and need a moment to process

-Like Silco, his brain will just stop. But then he decides he likes it and he aims to please.

-He is your good boy and your good boy wants you to feel good

-You will get the best head of your life and will need a couple days of 'down' time until you can walk again

•💪Vander

-Tug his hair while you say it, you get a free ride to pound town

-Enjoys the praise, but he likes to praise you more than he gets it

-And let's face it, he isn't a boy. This is a whole ass man, and he will remind you of that

•🔥Finn

-Put a gag in his mouth because he will talk back to you

-He is NOT a good boy; how dare you insinuate that he is

-You will be punished dearly, little blossom, as soon as he gets out of these ropes. You better believe it.

-Stop laughing

•⚒️Jayce

-Will nut immediately because he loves it so fucking much

-On his knees, doing anything to please you, he wants to be your good boy so much

-Does whatever he can to get you to say it to him

•📖Viktor

-That is Mr. Good Boy to you

-And you better believe he is gonna love you calling him a good boy, especially when he goes down on you

-Acts like he is all good but really *internal screaming*

•🖌️Mel

-No, you are and mistress didn't say you could talk

-Now put this gag in your mouth and do as you're told, slave

-Mommy isn't done with you yet. Will get her whip

•♣️Sevika

-If on the rarest of occasions, she lets you top, praise her and maybe you'll get an extra reward

-*SPANK* "Say it again."

-Biting and scratching after saying it is her preferred, like she is being punished for being too nice and she needs to be naughtier

#arcane netflix #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #arcane jinx #arcane ekko #arcane scar #arcane vander #arcane finn #arcane jayce #arcane viktor #arcane mel #arcane sevika #arcane x reader #jayce talis #mel medarda #arcane firelights

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year

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So now that I’ve finally reached the point where Kit’s in the Whitetails, expect a lot more Kit and Jacob stuff for these WIP Wednesdays. Here’s a bit from chapter 19 of American Beasts, set around the time of her 2nd trial shortly after the fun visit from Joseph:

“Kitten?” Her eyes flashed with anger, unimpressed by her own nickname. “That’s the second time you’ve called me that now.”

“Got a problem with that, Deputy?” He dragged his chair over, metal scraping against the floor. He swung his leg over the seat and sat down in front of her, leaning back and taking her in. His crossed arms drew attention to his broad shoulders, pulling at the worn canvas of his army jacket. “Look at ya. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. You’re methodical, precise. You strike hard and fast, you’re not some blunt object that beats until the job finally gets done. You’re sharp, like a knife, every cut you make is damn near surgical. Frankly, I'm impressed. You’re on the path of the Chosen now.”

Her eyebrows flicked up gently, surprised considering everything he’d said about her previously. “So you don’t want to kill me?”

“No, that would be a waste.” With a quick shake of his head, he unfolded his arms and pressed his hands to his thighs.

She couldn’t help but have her eyes follow, dragging over the denim material and noticing how it bunched up around the holster on his thigh. Noticing the very large blade he wore there, along with his handgun. She’d be a liar if she didn’t admit she was growing fond of his legs.

“I can help you, Kit, I can help make you strong.” He tilted his head with a smug grin.

“I am strong.”

“Oh, I am well aware of that.” He grabbed at the cougar pin on her jacket, his thumb brushing off a drop of blood that had dried on it. “The brutality inside you, just clawing at the surface, I can use that.”

She scoffed at his insinuation, “I’m not some fucking tool for you to use. Why don’t you get your own hands dirty?”

He sneered and then reached over towards the table beside her, in amongst his files and maps was a tarnished metal plate with a sandwich. White bread, crusts still intact, mustard dripping over the edge and clinging to what looked like bologna. He pulled the plate towards himself and placed it in his lap.

She hadn’t eaten in some time and she could feel her stomach growl. It was hardly the most appetizing thing she’d ever seen but beggars can’t be choosers and right now she didn’t have many options.

His eyes flicked up to notice where she was staring, a cruel grin spreading across his lips. “You came here because of Peaches, right?”

She was hardly going to refer to Staci using that stupid nickname. She rolled her eyes and brought her eyes back up to look Jacob in the face. “You mean, Pratt?”

“Potato, potahto.” He said with the shrug of his shoulder.

Picking up one of the sandwich halves from the plate, he held it in front of her face just out of reach of her mouth. Another form of torture.

“I’ll fucking bite you if you try and feed me.”

He pulled the sandwich back and grinned. “Then I'll have to grab ya by the scruff of the neck and toss ya back in your cage like the feral little kitten you are. Won’t I?” His pale eyes stared into hers. “Open up.”

His voice seemed to have a power over her now, she was tuned into the tone so when he gave an order she felt forced to obey, whether she liked it or not. She licked her chapped, wind-bitten lips and then opened her mouth. His hand shot to her jaw, fingertips stained with nicotine, gun oil and dirt pressed into the meat of her cheeks as he placed the corner of the sandwich into her mouth. She tore into it and began to chew all with a scowl on her face.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked, her mouth full of bread.

“In the general sense or do you mean me feeding you?” She gave no answer to his question. He knew damn well what she meant. “I know how to treat my weapons, how to look after them, and how to care for them. And you, Kit, you are my weapon now. I intend to keep ya in fighting shape.” He answered with a wink.

“Tell your people to stop fucking shooting at me then,” she swallowed.

He chuckled, “Maybe you should stop your war against us.”

“I’m just supposed to let you win?” Her brow furrowed, one thing she was not was a quitter, she was sure he already knew that too.

“Or you could join?”

“You’re fucking crazy if you ever think that’s going to happen.”

His hand slipped from her face as leaned back in his seat, enjoying the little game they were in the middle of, the back and forth. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You let John live after all. Maybe you have a bit more sympathy for the devil than you think?”

“Or maybe you should put a bullet in my head for having a moment of weakness.”

“I was meaning to ask ya why you left him alive. After what he did, to you, to your friends. You could just have easily killed him. So why didn’t you?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, she could tell he was taunting her. Goading her into giving him further invitation into her thoughts than he had already stolen from her. “You think I'd ever tell you something like that, give you more access to the inside of my head? I don't fucking think so.”

His eyes narrowed, but the smirk remained. “Smart girl.” He brought the sandwich up to her mouth once more.

“I don't need to explain myself.”

“You don’t. Not to me.”

She bit into the sandwich, tearing another chunk off like she was ripping into his jugular with her teeth. “You think you know me, Seed?”

“I know you better than you know yourself. You follow the rules that society has deemed essential, you hide what you really are because it makes it easier on everyone else. You’d rather be alone somewhere far away where you could do as you please, where your instincts are all that matter. When you’re out there fighting you feel a rush, don’t you? You like the blood and the violence. It makes you feel strong, powerful, in a way nothing else seems to match. When the world comes to an end, you’re one of the few who could survive it.”

She sat there chewing with a cocked eyebrow as she forced the food down her throat with a heavy swallow. “Just me and the cockroaches, huh?”

“You already spend all your time with insects, would things really be so different?”

She shook her head, “There is nothing you will ever be able to say to me to get me on your side.”

He placed the plate back on his table and stood up, pacing around her seat. “You know I'm right, Kit. Ignoring the religious side of things, you can see the empire is about to crumble and fall. It’s a matter of when, not if.” He sat back on the tabletop, leaning his weight against it, watching her as her eyes cut their way up his middle, traveling over him.

“Then let it end. If the resistance is so weak, let them fall. Stop attacking them, just let them live and when the end comes they’ll go down with the rest. I didn't ask to get dragged into this.”

“No. But it makes you feel alive for the first time in a long time, doesn’t it?” He waggled his finger, pointing at her. “Joseph thinks this is meant to be, he believes you can see sense.”

“And what do you believe?”

“I believe you deserve to be saved.”

She looked down at her lap and snorted, glancing back at him from her periphery. “Big leap from wanting me dead.”

“It all comes from the same place. You’re a thorn in the side of the enemy, I’d just prefer you were a thorn for the other side.”

A smile crept across her mouth, looking up at him through her brow with her cat-like eyes. “You trying to call me a rose, Jacob?”

“No one’s ever going to confuse you for some delicate flower, honey. The best you’ll get from me is kitten.” He leaned over her and stroked the corner of her mouth with his thumb, dusting away the bread crumbs that had accumulated. “I want us to be friends, a mutually beneficial relationship. I give you what you want, you give me what I want.”

Looking up at him, her icy eyes seemed to sparkle, growing large as she pretended not to know. “And what is that?”

“The Whitetail Militia gone,” he rasped.

The way he said it made her shudder, a vibration traveling down her spine and into that dark pit inside her. She bit back on her molars and tried to steady herself once more.

“That would certainly make your life easier, wouldn't it?”

“You have no reason to show any loyalty to Eli. What has he done for you?”

“Freed me from the room you left me to rot in.”

“That’s all he’s done, otherwise he will take and take and take like the parasite he is. Expecting you to do his dirty work while he hides and plays general from the safety of his ivory tower. You deserve better, your efforts should be appreciated. You deserve to be rewarded.”

“Is that what these dry ass sandwiches are supposed to be? My reward?”

He walked back to his seat, easing himself back down into it, making himself eye level with her once more. Equals.

“They’re a peace offering. No more cages, no more torture. All you have to do is agree to not get in my way. To pick the right side when the time comes.”

“Become a Peggie?”

“In time. Once you prove yourself. Maybe.”

“I thought Joseph said it was a sure thing? You suddenly don’t trust him and his word?”

“I trust Joseph with my life. Who do you have on your side like that, Kit? Who can you say you feel that way towards?”

Kit rolled her eyes away from him. Unimpressed by his efforts to get inside her head.

“It’s all well and good to play at being the hero, the warrior. But at the end of the day what does it matter when you could fall and the resistance will pick someone else out of the crowd to lift them up. You’re not their savior, or their messiah, you’re another piece of meat they’re ready to toss into the flames at a moment’s notice.”

Her eyes landed on his chest, focused squarely on the dog tags that hung around his neck. “Why do you still wear those?”

He looked down at his chest. “Why wouldn't I?”

“Just what are you trying to prove and who are you trying to prove it to? Do you think your army only listens to you because you wear the trappings of a soldier?”

He fell silent. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in towards her, his eyes narrowed, his voice so low it was barely audible. “Don’t try and play mind games with me, angel. I’ve been around the block more times than you have.”

Kit’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening, she tilted her head and sat forward in her seat as best she could. “Do you think I’m scared of you?”

He cut the distance between them, his voice a deep rasp, “You should be.”

The corner of her lip curled, she could feel his hot breath against her lips. “Why?”

His eyes drifted back down to her mouth, breathing in and out of his nose. He was fighting against himself. She could see the cogs turning inside his head as he tried to persuade himself from doing something rash. Something he’d regret. Something that might give her the upper hand in their dealings.

His hand flew to her jaw, holding her steady as his eyes returned to stare at hers. “I don’t have time for whatever the hell this is.”

“Whatever the hell this is? We’re supposed to be enemies. You wanted me dead, I wanted you dead, and around and around we go. Blame your stupid fucking conditioning.”

“This has nothing to do with that.”

“Then I guess we’re both just fucked up. Seems a good a reason as any, it’s certainly the reason why John had such a hard on for me.”

“Jesus Christ.” He dropped his hand from her jaw and stood up, walking back over to his desk he picked up the package of smokes and slipped out a cigarette. Grabbing the lighter he lit the cylinder with shaking hands. Inhaling the tobacco smoke and rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

“I’m not going to be your pet like Staci, if that’s what you want it's never going to happen. So either kill me now or let me go.”

He puffed from his cigarette once more as it hung from the corner of his mouth, he picked up one of the manila files on his desk and started flipping through its pages. “I’m not gonna kill ya, i’m not in the habit of wasting those who are strong. If I let you go, you know I can have ya back here whenever I want.”

“So I just have to wait until you call me back home for dinner?”

He tossed the file down on the table and placed the cigarette into the ashtray in front of him. “Something like that. Yeah.”

#wip wednesday #far cry 5 #fan fiction #american beasts #chapter 19 #jacob seed #oc: kit cross #ship: the wolf and the wildcat

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bookgeekgrrl · 4 months

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My media this week (28 Jan-3 Feb 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 The Last Devil to Die (Thursday Murder Club #4) (Richard Osman, author; Fiona Shaw, narrator) - still loving the characters, love to hang out with them & Osman's plots move along nicely so you don't get bored at all. Fiona Shaw's narration is great & as a little treat she & Osman have a nice little chat at the end.

🥰 Four Letter Word For Intercourse (bendingsignpost) - 194K, destiel AU - adult college student Dean & professor (and phone sex worker) Cas - LOVE this fic so much & had kind of forgotten about it until it came up as a rec in one of my romance discord servers. Just, so good.

😊 Mrs Sidhu Investigates (Suk Pannu, author; full voice cast) - 2 episodes of the BBC Radio 4 program: #1 Murder with Masala; #2 Mrs Sidhu's Dangerous Highland Game - I prefer the slight changes made for the TV show's characterizations but still eminently enjoyable. (Meera Syal still absolutely rules!)

🥰 Lucky Bounce (Cait Nary) - extremely delightful hockey romance. Low/no angst, charming, cutie MCs. Definitely in the 'no plot, just vibes' category which honestly I love when done skillfully.

💖💖 +102K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Ye Olde YouTube Love Story (Aria_Lerendeair) - The Sandman: Dreamling, 7K - love dreamling human AUs

Any Givens Sundae (dancinbutterfly) - Justified: Boyd/Raylan, 25K - excellently written 'what-if' pinging off a random line of dialogue: what IF Raylan had retired & decided to sell ice cream?

A Warning from Henry the Eighth (Writer_at_the_Table) - "I'm Henry VIII I Am" - Herman's Hermits: , 152 - a villianelle about I'm 'Enry The Eighth by Herman's Hermits - the creativity & cleverness of fan makers truly is boundless

master of a nothing place (strzyga) - Star Trek: Spirk, 6K - short, great fic about Spock going feral when they're trapped on a planet

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Austin City Limits - Pat Benatar & Neil Giraldo (s49, e9)

Austin City Limits - Duran Duran (s47, e11)

Murdoch Mysteries - s16, e7

Dirty Laundry - s3, e11

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Under Pressure" (s21, e4)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Sea of Effluvia" (s16, e4)

Hazbin Hotel - s1, e1

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD - Why Is Everybody Sick?

Under the Influence with Terry O'Reilly - Cannabis Marketing

⭐ The Sporkful - Why Hibachi Gets Complicated

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Guerrero

How To! - How To Be Free Of Body Shame

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Hello From The Otter Side

The Allusionist - 188. Lipread

The Weirdest Thing I Learned This Week - Nature's Weirdest Sleepers, Iron Maiden Myths, Parking Psychology

⭐ Today, Explained - Living in Zyn

It's Been a Minute - Ayesha Rascoe on 'HBCU Made' — and some good old college memories

⭐ Switched on Pop - The b*tch of loving musical theater (with Bridger Winegar)

99% Invisible #568 - Don't Forget to Remember

⭐ Vibe Check - You’ve Got Mouth Bangs, Girl

I Said No Gifts! - Lou Wilson Disobeys Bridger

Well, Now - How ER Taught Thousands Of Viewers About Cervical Cancer

Off Menu - Ep 220: Peter Capaldi

Films To Be Buried With - Kyle MacLachlan

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Seeking The (Minnesota-shaped) Forest Through The Trees - Part 1 & 2

Welcome to Night Vale #241 - He Is Still Holding a Knife

I Said No Gifts! - Zac Oyama Disobeys Bridger

Dear Prudence - Am I a Bigot If I Don’t Want to Date Foreigners? Help!

What Next: TBD - The Taylor Swift Deepfake Saga

It's Been a Minute - Charlamagne tha Pundit?; plus, was Tony Soprano white?

⭐ All Songs Considered - Why we still love Green Day

Under the Influence with Terry O'Reilly - The Marketing of Taylor Swift: (Taylor's Version)

Consider This from NPR - Masturbation Abstinence Is Popular, And Doctors Are Worried

⭐ You're Dead to Me - Madam C.J. Walker

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Pop Radio • Romance

'80s Metal

The Cars Radio • Pump-up

Psychobilly Swing

Rock Mix • Party

Presenting Iron Maiden

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 1 year

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whoops I accidentally an au. guess who’s who >:]

“What are you in here for?”

The guard knew you weren’t meant to talk to It, but she was bored, it had been two days, and, well. The poor mite looked like a kid- a dirty, half starved, feral kid, but a kid nonetheless.

He blinked warily, like he wasn’t used to being talked to. Slowly, he slinked up to the bars, peeking out nervously. “You’re not meant to talk to me, y’know.”

“Yeah, yeah. I'm bored, y’know? Everyone else in here is a hardened criminal, and you’re, like, fourteen. What could you have even done?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he insisted, crossing his arms. “He just wanted to keep me in here.”

“He?”

“Y’know. The man who calls himself a God.” It’s eyes twinkled. “But he’s not. I know his name. I know his face.”

“You don’t mean…” The guard gasped. “That’s blasphemy, y’know? That’s why you’re locked in here, then.”

“Oh, He doesn’t keep me locked up because he hates me or anything. I'm just too fun.” His tone was so emotionless and resigned it made the guard hurt, even though she knew it was stupid. “This whole place isn’t for any of the fuckers you’ve got locked up. It’s a toybox to house me, always has been.”

The guard snorted. “The prison is five hundred years old, kiddo. I ain’t stupid.”

“You’re talking to me, that’s stupid enough.” He huffed. “He doesn’t like anyone else playing with his toys, y’know? Better run while you still can.”

“He loves us all,” the guard insisted, holding onto her prayer beads. “If He locked you up, it must be for a good reason.”

It rolled his eyes. “Well, have fun dying then. I tried to warn you, don’t complain.”

“He won’t kill me,” she said, her voice wavering.

“I thought that too, a long, long time ago.” It sighed. “But He's a monster. Run while you still can. And… don’t worry about me. I’m used to it. But you- you wouldn’t be as lucky as I am. He likes me. You don’t want to know what He does to people He hates.”

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Straying into My Heart

Partially inspired by the absolutely delightful tag: Bheem’s little meow meow (which I think was coined by @rambheem-is-real, but if not, let me know who to acknowledge!)

A swift kick against his door startled Ram from his chair. Quickly moving to unlock the door, he grabbed a pocket knife which he kept curled behind his back. And yet, when he opened the door, he was met with a sight so baffling the knife fell onto the small stool beside him.

Standing in the doorway, covered in mud and sand, with his jet black curls now a pale brown was Akthar. Specifically, he was in an equally dirty dothi, and in hands a squirming mass wrapped in a towel. Outside the drizzle turned into a downpour.

"Oh thank God you were home, I was worried I may have to break the door to get in." Akthar said as he shouldered past Ram, who was still frozen with a half open mouth. "Anna close the door or you'll let the water in!"

Mechanically locking the door, Ram followed Akthar, grimacing as he caught sight of the muddy footprints. At least the younger man had avoided dripping any onto his books. In the small bathroom, Ram found Akthar with his sleeves rolled up, humming a song that was being drowned out by the whimpers of whatever was inside the towel.

"Akthar, what the hell is going on? What is in the towel? Why are you covered in mud?!" Ram exclaimed.

Akthar looked at him apologetically. "Sorry about disturbing you Anna, i just didn't want to aggravate his injuries farther and your place was closer than mine."

"Him? Injured? What are you taking about?"

In lieu of answering, Akthar unwrapped the towel, revealing a very angry cat that tried to lunge at Ram, claws gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the window. Ram backed away in surprise, arms raised to protect himself, but Akthar caught hold of the animal, grip strong enough that no amount of squirming would let him be released.

It was...it wasn't a particularly attractive cat, covered as it was in mud. One of it's ears was weirdly shaped and Ram realized it was too straight a wound to not have been man made. Above it's piercing black eyes was a small cut, and in them was a fury at being manhandled. Ram would have laughed if he didn't get the distinct feeling this cat was battle hardened and would aim for his throat.

"Ay, ay, just relax little one, I'm trying to help you!" Akthar cooed at the cat, bring it to his chest and running one of his huge hands down its back. He kept up the cooing until the cat stopped shredding at his arms and relaxed slightly, realizing they weren't going to hurt him further.

Akthar beamed the cat, cuddling the thing closer as he switched to whispering nonsense at whole simultaneously wetting the old towel in the water. Then switching his hold to pin the cat to him, he started to clean it, matching the volume of his comforting words to the volume of the cats yowls.

Ram stayed where he was, mesmerized as Akthar managed to turn the feral animal into a tame one.

He did notice when the water started running red. The cat must have been seriously injured to have that much blood on him.

Once Akthar had gotten the cat as clean as he could manage he turned to Ram.

"Anna, could you take him while I clean myself up?"

"Me?" Ram asked, strangled. "I-uh, I'm not the best with....animals." he finished lamely.

"Nonsense, look at him, he's exhausted. You just plop him down on a pillow and I am sure he will go right to sleep." He lifted the cat to look him in the eyes. "Yes you will won't you? Because you're such a brave and handsome and good kitten..."

Ram felt oddly like he was dying as he watched Akthar praise the cat more.

And an even odder desire to be the cat.

“Right. Just. Hold on a minute!” Ram yelled over his shoulder as he dashed back into his room, taking out his bigger shirt and loosest pants and a clean towel. He left them in a stool near the bathroom door.

“For when you are done cleaning yourself. Remember to also clean the mud from the bathroom too?” Ram asked, gulping as he stretched his arms away from himself.

Akthar laughed. “Anna, if you try to hold him like that he will be scared. Cats usually scratch people because they don’t feel secure. Here, come closer for a minute.”

“Akthar…”

“Just trust me.” Akthar said, looking at him with such a warm smile Ram melted to his knees in front of him on the dry side of the bathroom threshold..

Akthar switched to hold the cat in one hand, the beast still looking at him imperiously but secure in its position. Akthar positioned his hands and told him to hold them steady as he transferred the bundle of cat and towel into Ram’s arms.

Ram stiffened as the animal sat in his hands, both human and animal evaluating each other. Ram’s eyes widened in panic as the cat started to stiffen in his ow arms, preparing for an attack, only for Akthar to start stroking him over the towel again. He kept doing it till the animal calmed down, and Ram had a second of wanting Akthar to calm him the same way.

“There we go. Go on Anna, I will be out in a few minutes. Just put him down on the warmest part of the floor, and lock the doors so he doesn’t run away. He is quite tired, I’m sure he will fall asleep right away.” Akthar said as he pushed at Ram.

Ram kept his eyes trained on the cat, but as Akthar said, the cat merely yawned and rubbed itself on his chest before settling into his arms. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Ram went to the place near his big window, lowering himself to the ground before gently laying the cat on the floor.

The cat squirmed inside the towel some more, stretching again as it yawned before curling into itself.

Tentatively, Ram lay an arm on it’s side, pressing his hand more firmly when the cat didn’t react.

Now that he had been cleaned, one could see the cat had dark black fur, with a white belly, and a white stripe on one of it’s feet, plus a few on it’s tail.

Ram started running his fingers through his fur, softly at first, then sinking them in a little deeper. He paused when he felt vibrations beneath his hand, but then continued when the cat kept sleeping.

That was how Akthar found him, Ram sitting against the wall, one hand on top of the cat’s head, and the other stroking him.

“See, I told you you’d like him.” Akthar whispered as he lowered himself on Ram’s other side so that the cat lay between their thighs.

Ram’s lips curled upward. “I’ve never had a lot of chance to interact with animals. Or the desire to. Mostly I ignored them, and they ignored me.”

Akthar hummed. “Animals are wonderful Anna. So smart and they feel just as much as we do. They also love their cubs, they play with their kittens, they feel hunger and fear and anger. People all like to claim that we are so much better than these other creatures, but look at the state of us. I look at them, and,” Akthar shrugged. “Life might be a lot simpler if we had been born anything but human.”

Ram’s heart ached at the deep sadness in Akthar’s voice, but he didn’t know the words to help him.

Akthar shifted to lift the cat, and before Ram could protest, placed him on Ram’s lap. The cat blinked his eyes open for a minute before turning until he found a comfortable position. Namely, trying to burrow into Ram’s stomach.

“What do you think we should name him?” Akthar asked, breath fanning across Ram’s cheeks as the younger man leaned over his shoulder.

Ram tried to contain his shiver, the combination of Akthar’s soft voice, warm body at his back, and the adoring look he was directing at him all being fatal to his concentration.

“Um.”

Akthar giggled, before running a hand over the cat’s head, fingers brushing over Ram’s stomach.

Ram did not whimper.

It was close though.

“If you name it you get attached to it. Are you planning on keeping him?” Ram finally managed to ask, so grateful his voice did not crack.

Akthar bit his lip as he scratched his head, and god why was Ram so weak?

“I was hoping you would?” Akthar asked, and Ram’s world shifted back into focus.

“Wait, what?”

“It’s just. Well you see my sister is allergic to cats, and I don’t want to put him back in the street Anna, look at him. I found him shivering under a crate, he had been so scratched up by some other street cats and starving. He practically swallowed both the fish I gave him. It was only after he had finished eating that I could get him still enough to be picked up.”

Ram stared down at the cat, and then back at Akthar’s doe eyes, so filled with hope.

“Absolutely not.”

Akthar’s pout magnified, eyes somehow getting even larger. “Don’t say that Anna, where will he go?”

To make matters worse, Akthar was now leaning on him, one arm curling at Ram’s elbow, and damn it no, he had a mission, he could not afford a pet!

“Akthar, when I am out at work, I can’t leave him here by himself! All my books will be destroyed!” Ram said, the excuse sounding pathetic to him.

Akthar sat up again, “That’s not a problem Anna, I can come by during my lunch breaks and before I go for work to feed him, I can take care of him all by myself, could you please just let him stay here?”

Ram looked at him helplessly, feeling how close he was to caving, but he shook his head.

“I’m really sorry Akthar, I can’t.”

Akthar’s shoulders slumped as his smile disappeared, face disappointed as he looked at the cat. Ram wanted that look gone.

“Wait, how about we ask the family downstairs? The grandmother with the two grandchildren who always gives you laddus?”

Akthar’s eyes lit up. “Bhagya didi? Anna that is a great idea!”

Ram ducked his head, feeling himself flush. “Hmm, I’m sure you can convince them to take him in. You’re very difficult to say no to.”

Akthar leaned in close, and Ram forgot to breathe. “You just told me no.”

Ram’s mouth dropped open, and there must have been some panic showing because Akthar backed away, though he had raised an eyebrow. There was a meow from the cat, and both men turned to it.

“We should still name him.” Akthar said.

“Why?” Ram asked confused.

“Because I found him! That means I get to name him!” Akthar declared, looking so proud of his logic. Ram couldn’t help but watch him with a besotted grin. What a fool he was. And Akthar too.

Knocking his head back against the wall, Ram hummed. “Fine. What do you want to name him?”

Akthar’s expression changed to one of deep concentration, his brows furrowing adorably as he bit his thumb. A minute later he snapped his fingers, eyes alight with mischief. “I know the perfect name for him!”

Ram raised an eyebrow, gaze still focused on the cat he had started stroking again. “Are you going to share your idea?”

“Raju!”

Ram squawked, both at the name and the fact Akthar reached to his lap and lifted the cat again who hissed in displeasure at being so rudely woken but blinked at the other man.

“What do you say dearest? Are you Raju? Yes you are, oh that name suits you!” Akthar cooed while Ram gaped at him.

“We are not calling him Raju!” Ram finally rasped out, and now it was Akthar’s turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“And why not Anna? You said I could name him. I want to name him Raju.” Akthar said firmly. Then he pressed a kiss to the top of the cat’s head. “Yes, you are my precious Raju aren’t you, so handsome and well-behaved.”

Ram whimpered faintly. Is this what dying felt like. How pathetic.

“Why Raju…” he begged, voice still faint as he continued watching Akthar shower affection on the cat.

He refused to be jealous of the cat.

God, he was doing a terrible job of it.

Akthar laughed, still not looking at him. “Because. He is handsome, and brave, and so strong. Just like you!”

That whimper definitely escaped him because Akthar finally lowered the cat to look at him, eyes widening at the sight of Ram.

“Anna! Are you ok?”

Was Ram ok? No. Definitely not.

He gave him his faintest smile and a thumbs up before leaving the room. With dignity.

He did not run out of the room. The disturbed papers floating to the ground in his wake had nothing to do with the speed of his exit.

He splashed his face with water, and looked at himself in the mirror.

“Get it together you idiot.” He hissed at himself before returning to the room. Only, he paused at the corner when he heard Akthar continue speaking.

“Hey you are up! Oh let me see, such big eyes you have, you’re so smart aren’t you. I am going to get you the biggest fish I can find tomorrow as a treat. My little Raju. I will visit you everyday with a fish. You will grow so strong and handsome and rule the streets.”

When Ram dared to peek into the room, he saw Akthar rubbing his forehead against the cat’s face, and the cat in turn had curled his tail around Akthar’s wrist and was purring in delight.

On the other hand, dying by accidentally slipping in his bathroom might be a less painful death than this. At this point he did not think he had any dignity to save.

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@rorapostsbl, @alikokinav, hey since you guys asked to be tagged! What do you think? Did I get the characterization right? And did I name the cat appropriately?

#rrr #rrr fanfic #ram x bheem #alluri sitarama raju #komuram bheem #my fic #my writing #let me know what you think!#bheem's little meow meow #rambheem

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a-flickering-soul · 1 year

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(hi it's me, coming off anon. dramatically sweeping off my cloak hood like all the andor characters do when shit's about to get real)

asdjkladfskljlkjads I have been trying for so long to find someone as feral about bix as I am, I am so SO excited to hear you are still talking about her and love her and are also baffled and annoyed with how they treated her character in the last half of the show

ok so bix theory part 1: she didn't tell dedra shit! this is kinda long but i already wrote it all out in this post here (read this one before going to part 2 bc part 2 depends on it)

bix theory part 2: so I realized after writing that post that there was actually one piece of info dedra could have only gotten from bix and that's that cassian was clean-shaven— bix was the only one to see him. but we know for certain that bix didn't give up any info about luthen's appearance, so it makes absolutely no sense to me that she would give up info on cassian's appearance, who she cares about much more.

but then I remembered that line from episode 12— when bix sees cassian, the first thing she says is "I dreamt you came back. you climbed over a wall." now here's the thing. there are no walls where bix is being held captive for cassian to climb over— she's clearly talking about him climbing over the wall into her scrapyard, as he's done many times. as he did right after aldhani. the incident dedra was talking about. so what if. what if.

what if bix thought that cassian showing up in the middle of the night, leaving money, and then vanishing again was just a dream, and that's the dream she's referring to?

they'd messed with her head a lot by that point, having trouble discerning a dream from an honestly pretty dream-like reality isn't too far-fetched. not to mention that bix was still concussed when cassian showed up that night, it was only 6-7 days after she'd had her head slammed into a wall so hard she was visibly having trouble focusing her eyes or staying steady on her feet. combine that with the torture messing with her head and you've got her remembering cassian's visit as just a dream— something she might deliriously ramble about during interrogation because a dream isn't info you need to protect. dedra, however, would realize by cross-referencing with nurchi saying cassian had left money to pay off his debts that the dream actually happened and would use that info.

I know that this is way too much happening behind the scenes for this to be canon that the writers intended but just didn't bother explaining but. it is canon to me. it's canon-compliant and it makes way more sense than bix just immediately cracking and giving up everything except... anything to do with luthen? also bix is strong bix is protective of her people beyond all else the writers did her so dirty in those last episodes justice for bix

(also why does no one wanna talk about how bold and fuck-around-and-find-out her attitude is most of the time? people seem to insist on seeing her as like this strong but gentle soul but like we have watched bix make a run for it while surrounded by a full squadron of armed imperial soldiers twice just because she saw the slightest chance to make an escape, she does not give a shit about the odds she is a fighter to the end. we have already seen a very well-developed attitude of "I am equally willing to stand tall or go down fighting but nothing you can do will ever make me bow to you" from bix and I'm upset to see them just throw that away as soon as it's slightly inconvenient for cassian's plot)

sorry this was so long but bix is everything to me and she lives rent-free in my brain 24/7 and I am constantly brimming with injustice at how they treated her character (and I am thisss close to writing fanfic for the first time ever just to correct those injustices)

This is incredibly interesting and given how careful the Andor writers are, I do really wonder how much of this holds water because a lot of this clarifies acting directions and plot holes that weren't addressed. I love your take on Bix (and it's incredibly compelling as well as more character-accurate than a lot of fanon takes I've seen on her) and oughhhhh I fully support ficwriting because I genuinely think if anyone deserves it it's Bix.

#e-the-village-cryptid #answered #in s2 i want to see her just lose her shit in a cathartic way i think it'd be good for her #also i totally forgot bix was. probably quite concussed during the whole most of the show after the scuffle in ferrix???#man #i love her :( if they do her dirty in s2 i'll LOSE it

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trashlie · 2 years

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in which nol is incapable of resisting friendship (part two)

It’s no secret that episode 179 has set me off on a deeper wave of ILY brainrot and I am incapable of shutting up. This is a follow up to my last post, which was largely just me revisiting some old ILY scenes leading up to and including the formal, re-examining some scenes that had always given me some pause win the light of what we’ve recently learned and with Nol’s general mindset.

This is a companion piece, that doesn’t really require you read the one prior, that visits something I’ve been thinking about since around 151, which is the way that though Nol has made it his mission to walk out of his friends lives and yet, we see him struggle at that with Shinae. I once noted that Nol is very much like Minhyuk in that both of them seem incapable of resisting trying to help her even though they know well enough she can take care of herself and somehow that seems a little more significant now.

It’s kind of weird, but finding out that Nol had never intended to truly be with friends with anyone - that he thought he could just enter these peoples’ lives and help them and then leave when his good deed was done - makes the friendships he formed so much more special to me. He never intended to really be a friend, to care about them, but in the end, he couldn’t help it. It brings us here, to a post-Kim-formal Nol who has already decided to walk out of everyone’s lives but finds it’s not that easy to do, or to stop caring.

I do believe he had every intention of it and even had Yui not played dirty at the formal, Nol would have been off to Oxford and wouldn’t have looked back. I’m not saying he wouldn’t have felt guilty, but it’s pretty easy to compare Nol to a feral cat; there’s a couple people he’s grown comfortable with but the moment he sees that opening he’s taking off and breaking free. Obviously his methods were never right and frankly, the idea that he could just walk out of everyone’s lives and they’d be better for it, without ever giving them the option to choose, was unfair and wrong, but I also get it, to some degree. Especially in light of the arrest, the upcoming jail sentence, he’s cagey and ready to be gone. He already believes no one is going to miss him or care when he’s gone. In fact, to this point, we already know that he had no idea how important a friend he was becoming to Shinae, what their experiences at the Kim forma did to strengthen her attachment to him. He even states outright that he had no idea she felt that way about him, that he was important to meant anything to her.

Something I find especially interesting is that while Nol has every intention of leaving, booking it to the UK and exiting their lives, a fleeting memory of a kid who helped these people in their hard times, we still see the way he’s drawn to his friends - or at least to Shinae. We don’t really see Nol with his friends after the formal and I imagine it’s because he’s purposefully keeping his distance, whereas with Shinae, he doesn’t have that option given how much they’re around each other working in the same building.

It cannot be denied that he’s cagey as hell, keeping his distance, careful to keep Shinae at bay and yet, despite this, he always gets drawn back in.

Nol can’t help it - at this point he legitimately cares.

Especially with Shinae, I think this goes even deeper, because we now know that the only reason Nol even resurfaced in that pool was Shinae. As he much as he was saving her, she saved him too, although I imagine he doesn’t exactly view it that way. (In a way, the task of saving Shinae can almost be seen as a burden; though he was ready to let everything end then, he felt emburdened to help her, and that meant denying himself something he craved, but I think in time we’ll see him change his feelings about that.) They both are still here because of each other, and I think that’s a bond that will play into their relationship as they recalibrate their friendship.

Even as early as the day after the formal we can see Nol drawing his distance, and it’s not because he promised Kousuke he’ll minimize his interactions with Shinae, but his own choosing. He throws his phone after seeing her calls - but he still cares. I like this detail a lot because it’s something I puzzled over a lot before, but now it’s clear that he tried not to return the call because he knew she’d be worried, because he needed to create space between them, because he needed to be able to walk away. But he can’t. He doesn’t want her to worry, or maybe deep down he likes the idea of her concern, that someone he cares about might also care about him. I still love that whole scene, their exchange on the phone with the hugged pillows and concern and we see a bit of the real Nol peeking out - no forced smiles or masks, just a weary, tired boy who has been through too much too young and has so much on his shoulders, and his friend so concerned about him despite her own injuries. I think it reads as so very honestly them and I hope we see more of those scenes - relying on each other, caring about each other, lending a shoulder of support. Though Nol doesn’t actually open up on that call, I like to hope we’ll see him learn to do that.

There’s a number of moments that I think carry new weight with what we now know about Nol and his intentions to leave everyone behind that I want to touch on.

On Shinae’s first day of work, we were able to get the sense of Nol being evasive - he can’t just avoid her, but he makes no point to linger in her presence, even when he finds her on the floor in the elevator. Shinae is very aware that something is off, and while you can argue that it’s because he’s not acting like Yeonggi, I think it’s more that she’s honing in on Nol’s evasive behavior. He’s doing the bare minimum as a friend but he’s also leaving a lot of space between them. In fact, Nol even states “It’s not like I’ll be disappearing any time soon” with his eyes closed - a lie, because he knows he will be. Yet, on her second day when she’s late, Nol takes it upon himself not only to take the fall for why she’s late, but also go to and pick her up, which is above and beyond, for someone who is pointedly distancing himself from Shinae.

Nol has no obligation to help - he could just talk to Kousuke like she asked without going through the motions of going to retrieve her and yet he chooses to. It’s a small but big detail - something I’ve always called out - Nol’s helplessness in refuting Shinae. It would be so easy for him to do exactly what she asked, to simply talk to Kousuke and leave it at that but he doesn’t, and it’s beyond his grapple for absolution, because he knows by this point that this is a friend he cares about and he wants to help and when Shinae needs that assistance, he finds himself beholden to doing that and minimizing the trouble she could be in. Obviously part of it is because the excuse he used was dependent on him being Shinae’s ride to work, so retrieving her was the only way to make it believable, but he could have come up with any number of excuses on her behalf. I think it’s a nice demonstration of how even though Nol should be keeping his distance, it’s difficult for him to successfully do it. He’s only good at avoiding them when he doesn’t actually have to face or talk to them.

Because he’s picking her up, we’re treated to that cute conversation they have about Dieter and his feelings for Shinae, but also Nol gets to witness the way she uses words that he has used on her when Dieter does the very kind of self-beating-up that she’s prone to. His smile is cute - realizing that he has, indeed, helped her, and that help is now going on to help others. Maybe he feels some sort of comfort, knowing that he’ll be leaving Shinae a better friend and person?

I would not be me if I didn’t yell into the night about episode 93, which is actually what prompted me to write this whole thing, all the way to part one, in the first place, because there’s a line that REALLY stood out to me after reading 179. I’ve talked about this a lot before but to reiterate, Nol has made his decision to leave his friends and let them “move on” without him, and yet at every opportunity, he finds himself concerned. You could argue that he’s rankled about how Kousuke treats Shinae because of his own feelings about Kousuke, and certainly that likely colors it, but Nol understands how much is being thrown at her with so little breathing room. He also understands being tossed into the sea and expected to sink or swim. Nol clearly cares that too much is being expected of Shinae, who is still a student, who has so many other issues going on at home, and he can’t help but caring about it.

When he follows that he’s going overboard as her friend again, I think it’s a very honest moment for Nol. Unlike before when he forced friendship on her for his own gain, now he cares about the line she drew, now he’s being that good friend, again despite his intentions. Nol is also being more honest than usual with Shinae. I think there’s something more to his surprise that Shinae went ahead and invited Kousuke to the party, because Nol’s personal intentions were bad, because he wanted to make Kousuke feel uncomfortable the way he’s been doing to Shinae. It’s revenge-y and it does make Nol look bad - but he doesn’t realize Shinae, too, feels the same. It’s one of those moments of their mirroring that’s really laid out - Nol didn’t expect her to do it because he doesn’t know she, too, felt the same way he does, that she, too, was feeling upset with the way she’s been treated by Kousuke.

The way Nol sits, angled away from her like earlier in the locker room, despite how honest he’s being, revealing these small, secret parts of himself that he keeps under lock and key, revealing the depth of his concern and care. I love how very at odds it is - that he wants to stop, that he’s trying not to, he’s angled away he’s trying to create that distance but he still can’t help the honesty that comes out. He still can’t help the caring.

I feel like there’s so much new weight to this line. He’s saying it for Shinae’s benefit - that though he knows she’s capable of taking care of herself and fighting her own battles, as a friend he still is going to care about her and worry. But given that, until some weeks ago, he was convincing himself these relationships meant nothing, that these friendships were one sided had no hold, to admit out loud “That won’t stop me from caring” is a confession not only of his attempt to respect Shinae’s wishes but also an admission of his own truth. No matter what, no matter how he tries, he cannot stop himself from caring.

Shinae is an important friend, someone he cares about, someone who matters and it can’t be undone anymore.

Maybe that’s the source of his frustration? That these people who were meant to mean nothing now mean everything and, moreso, they care about him in return. No one but Nana does that, no one plays attention to the little details or his an earbud that’s fallen to the ground, but now he has friends like Shinae who express so much concern over him. Does he wish he could stay? Does he wish he could indulge in those relationships though he knows (according to his logic) no good can come of it? When he immediately texts Dieter, I still think he’s trying to tie up loose ends - if he can help ensure Dieter and Shinae’s friendship, they can be better off together in his absence, maybe? That lingering look of frustration, though - I don’t think it’s that he’s developing feelings, so much as he realizes how much he cares, how much he wants to indulge, how much he wants to be cared about in return and how dangerous it is for him to entertain these notions.

idk I’m endlessly obsessed with that episode and what it means for Nol to be unable to help himself from caring, despite how much he never meant to.

And on this topic, the other favorite episode to fixate on and overanalyze, 117.

I love this one a lot because we have Shinae becoming more aware of Nol’s evasive attitude and calling him out on it. As natural as he tries to be, he fails, and yet even though he could escape while she’s working, he instead gives Shinae his word and stays to her break as promised. It’s like, even though what he’s doing isn’t really being a good friend - that is, this game of friendship where he doesn’t tell her he plans on leaving, maintaining friendship in these little pockets of time but with every intention to leave and ghost everyone - he still can’t help but be a good friend. Shinae is worried that he’s avoiding her (and he is!) so he stays to assuage her feelings.

I’m sure it’s been wondered before but, what is Nol even doing hanging out there? He knows she works there and will be around shortly - does he secretly want to see her and talk? Maybe it’s just that it’s the nearest place he can escape and be alone, but again, the point still stands that he knows she’ll be by at some point. Maybe he just wasn’t counting on her working the night he was sitting there? He’s clearly avoiding going home or staying at work, so I’m not sure we can assume he is acting on a secret desire to have a moment with a friend, but the fact that the only option he’s got is the very place the friend he’s avoiding works isn’t in his favor. Either way, we know the weight of everything is hanging heavy over him and he’s drowning.

So it’s no surprise that Nol, once again, opens up JUST a smidge. All in all, he’s hardly revealed his true self to Shinae, but there’s a handful of moments that he kind of starts. Is it because he believes he’ll still be gone by the end of the year and he’s allowed to let himself open up a bit? Or is it just a moment of weak vulnerability, where he can’t help open up a little. Nol has made such an effort to take care of his friends that I think he probably can’t help but want that in return, even though as he’s noting, he doesn’t know if he should be allowed that.

No matter what he does, he feels like things get worse, like he doesn’t DESERVE to come out on top. And yet, for a moment, he indulges in friendship. He indulges in the comfort of sharing your burdens and opening up to someone and feeling, for a moment, like he’s allowed to want for better.

I think that might be why he shares his music with Shinae, too? Again, I wonder if this is because he believes soon he’ll be gone and these are selfish pockets of friendship stolen for himself, that won’t matter soon. Because, again, this is such an intimate episode, with him opening up (a fraction lol) and sharing one of his favorite songs with his head tucked so close to Shinae, who lately has done nothing but show concern about him.

The ambiguous “I like this” reads a little differently now - Nol has denied himself “real” friendships so long, has denied himself the opportunity to really engage with people, that the moments he’s spared with Shinae, Dieter, and Soushi probably are unique for him, something he hasn’t really experienced otherwise. I like this - the feeling of companionship and being seen, of someone who is concerned and cares about you? Of sharing a private part of yourself and being met not with revulsion but actual concern?

Knowing what we now know about Nol and his intentions, the way he tried so hard to carry these fake friendships and help people without growing attached, idk it just makes these scenes feel a little more special. It’s the inevitability of it that gets to me - that he went in expecting one thing and in the end he couldn’t help who he became, couldn’t help the care that developed. It also makes the way he avoided them ring even more painfully - because the whole time he did that, he, too, wanted to reach back out. He, too, wanted to return to them, but his beliefs had clouded his judgment.

With that in mind, it makes me rethink some things in 151, too.

Before, I had thought that when Nol hugged Shinae, it was because he felt bad that his actions made her doubt their friendship, that it killed him for them to part with her thinking that. But it was true! So much of their friendship was a lie! At least, it was founded on a lie, built upon lies. To Shinae, it was an important friendship, one that meant a lot to her, and she was finding that maybe she was never really as important to him as he was to her. We know now that’s not the case, but she didn’t know that at the moment.

Nol doesn’t finally reach out and hug Shinae to reassure her; he does it as an act of apology. He does it because he realizes how much he’s hurt her, how his quest for absolution has, yet again, hurt people regardless of his intentions.

Don’t get me wrong - I’m sure the hug is also some kind of reassurance, but above all, it IS an apology, because she is right and she’s calling him out even though she doesn’t realize how right she is. It all began a lie and he tried so hard to keep it a lie but he couldn’t help but come to care, and now he’s hurt her - now she’s hurt again and it’s his fault - and he cares about if he hurts her and he knows (believes) he can’t stick around and he hugs her because it’s such a messy tangle of feelings and idk having this additional layer of knowledge makes it SO bittersweet. Nol being faced with just how much he’s hurt Shinae and the regret and apology and all the things he cannot yet say.

Idk man, knowing that Nol never intended to truly be their friend but couldn’t help but come to care about them, couldn’t help but fall into real friendship will always have me howling because boy do I know a noble fool on a quest he cannot fully commit to.

#I Love Yoo #ILY Brainrot #Shinae Yoo #Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn #admittedly not very shippy this time around since i'm only focusing on how their friendship is conducted #and mostly reexamining certain scenes with the knowledge of yknow. the way he approached these friendships #it's nothing groundbreaking or anything but if you're like me and you just like to suffer a little lol #just examining the implications of the way nol was hellbent on quietly escaping his friends' lives but also could not resist being drawn #back in to help. his inability to stop himself from caring.#that's lmao that's literally what this is #a dumb thought dump on nol's inability to stop caring #'but that won't stop me from caring'#HOWLS #HE'S SO DUMB HE'S SUCH A DUMB FOOL HE THINKS HIMSELF A NOBLE IDIOT BUT HE'S JUST A DUMB FOOL AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH ;A;#alternatively titled: when will nol give him and accept the love people want to give him #thank you #alkjfjfkjafkjfakjafkj

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