#it CAN be done and if you do everything else at least semi-well and it sounds smooth then you WILL have created a masterpiece

[dangerous-advantage]

i refuse to believe mxtx has not listened to at least one or both of the songs 'viva la vida' by coldplay, and 'pompeii' by bastille. i refuse

#this isn't even me like vaguely connecting lyrics to characters like i love to do (see 'third eye' and 'third eye (demo)' for hua cheng) #like istg i could make a full analysis post about how these two songs (especially the latter) #relate to xie lian and bai wuxiang respectively #i could do it right now #and NO this post was not brought about by my ardent desire to have an actually GOOD mash-up of those two songs #that combines elements of both while keeping a fair balance between both songs. #like come on PLEASE i *need* to listen to a mash-up where the person doing it confidently puts together the respective bridges #it CAN be done and if you do everything else at least semi-well and it sounds smooth then you WILL have created a masterpiece #i would do it myself but i have neither the means nor ability #anyway. didn't mean to ramble off on that tangent. #jk i totally did lmaoooo #this post is about tgcf btw. if you didn't pick up on that. lmao #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #xie lian #bai wuxiang #this post is so vague i feel bad tagging anyone else lmao #hob #heaven official's blessing

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Valentines day (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

I don't really know what this is. The idea randomly came to me so I hope you like it :)

Summary: Emily loves valentines day so despite them being in a fight, Y/n still does something for her.

Warnings- Tiny bit suggestive at the end

Words: 1.8k

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Emily and I had gotten into a pretty big fight a few days ago. We had barely talked or even see each other since with her staying in the spare room. I was meant to move to be with her, but there was a big project at work that I had to finish before I could. Well, I could have not done the project. It just meant likely missing out on a big promotion with my transfer. Understandably, Emily wasn't very happy about that because it meant a month or two before I could make the move. 

It was valentines day, we still weren't talking, but I wasn't going to not do anything because of that. With how pissed she was at me, she likely hadn't done anything for me, but I didn't care. I didn't care much about the day anyway. Emily loved valentines day though, I wouldn't take that away from her, no matter how annoyed I was.

Although I had to work today, I still wanted to make it as special as possible. Months ago I had made reservations at the fancy restaurant Emily had wanted to try. I didn't know if Emily would come to dinner with me, but I was going to be there to pick her up regardless. Before work, I made Emily her favourite breakfast. She was likely awake so I quietly peeked in the room to find her sitting up, scrolling on her phone. Emily didn't acknowledge me, only looking up when I placed the tray on her lap. I walked back to the door, stopping briefly before leaving. 

"Happy valentines day. I love you."

Just before the door closed I heard a quiet 'I love you'. It was something at least. I hadn't heard that in person since our fight. I would never go that long without telling her I loved her, so I had messaged her at least once a day. Emily always replied, sometimes even messaging me first.

Before leaving, I left flowers in a vase on the counter, making sure to put a fake flower in with it. Every time I got Emily flowers, I would add a fake one in. It had become sort of a tradition after we were messing around in shops one day and I jokingly held up a fake flower, telling her I would love her until it died. I also added a massage/spa voucher, a nail voucher and a letter. It was written before our fight. Everything in it was still true though so I wanted her to read it.

Hi my love, 

Happy valentines day. I want you to know how much you mean to me, not just on Valentine's Day, but every single day. You are my rock, my partner-in-crime, and my favourite person to spend time with. I love you more than words will ever be able to express. 

You bring light into my life in ways I never imagined possible. Your laughter and smile is infectious, it fills me with so much happiness, love, and warmth. Everyday with you is an adventure, filled with love, laughter, goofiness and so much more. Being with you is the happiest I've ever been. I can't wait for the adventures, the boring, the fun and everything else that awaits.  

Unfortunately, I have work to do today, but you deserve to be pampered like the royalty you are. Go enjoy your day getting pampered, then put on something semi fancy and a little sexy ;) I'll pick you up at 6:30. 

I love you more than words can describe <3

P.S I'm going to love you until the last flower dies.

-Y/n

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Today had probably been one of my least productive days at work. I had spent the entire day thinking about if Emily would actually come to dinner with me. I would convince myself she would, then the doubt would creep in and I would convince myself she would stand me up. 

At 6:30, I was waiting in the living room for Emily. To be honest, I was still half expecting her to not come out. Thankfully, a few minutes later she appeared, wearing a knee length, halter neck red dress with black heels. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her. Fuck, she looked incredible. I stood in front of her, not touching her because I wasn't sure where we actually stood. "You look incredible Em."

"Thank you, you look amazing Y/n/n."

I offered my arm, internally smiling when hers looped with mine, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah. Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Emily was super excited when she saw where we were. Throughout dinner, things were slightly awkward, but we had both seemed to put our fight to the side for now at least. We talked about our days and any light hearted topics we could think of. Even though things were still a bit awkward, I was incredibly happy to be talking again. I did miss touching her though. We were a very touchy couple, especially in private. Normally, there would be arm or leg touches, random kiss or cuddles. Tonight there was only a few minutes of hand holding and a cheek kiss. 

"Thank you for today by the way. I haven't been pampered like that in a long time. You didn't have to make me cry with that letter though."

"You deserve to be pampered Em. You also know I'm better with written words then spoken."

"It was beautiful. I didn't forget or just not do anything by the way. Your gift is just running late, it should be here tomorrow."

"You know I wouldn't care if you didn't get me anything."

"I know, but you deserve to get spoilt as well."

After dinner, we found ourselves walking along the waterfront. We weren't talking or touching, but it was nice regardless. I didn't want to go home still on bad terms with Emily. The fighting was exhausting, I missed my girlfriend and just wanted to finish the night cuddled up with her. So when we came across a bench, I sat down, patting the spot next to me. 

A few minutes of silence passed before I decided to speak up, "I wasn't sure if you would come tonight. Honestly, I was expecting to be stood up."

"We may be fighting, but I wouldn't miss this for the world Y/n/n. I know you. Which means I know you thought about this and booked this months in advance. I know you put a lot of thought into valentines day because you know I like it. You put so much effort into this for me, I love you too much to just disregard that."

My fingers laced with hers, kissing the back of her hand,  "I don't want to be fighting anymore. I miss you."

"Me neither. I guess I was just hurt that you didn't want to come with me."

I turned so I was facing her, hands holding both of hers. I wanted her to see how serious I was, to remove any doubt about me wanting to be with her. After closing the distance, I couldn't imagine ever going back to that long term. I needed her to understand that. 

"Emily, I'm still coming with you. Not coming with you has never been a thought let alone an option. I just need a month or two to finish this project. It's not ideal, I know that, but this project will get me to the point in my career that I've been working toward for years. It'll mean less hours, more autonomy over what I do."

"Maybe didn't want to come was the wrong way to say that. I was worried that you would change your mind and decide you didn't want to move. Or what if the project runs longer or something happens."

"Hey, listen to me. You are my future Em, there is nothing that would make me not want to move with you. If I stay, even if the project runs longer, I will be coming to you in 2 months at the absolute most."

"If that happens you won't get your promotion."

"I'll figure it out if that happens. There will be other options if it comes to it. Look, if you really don't want me to stay, say the word and I'll move when you do. Our relationship is more important than a job."

Emily squeezed my hands, shaking her head quickly, "No, this is a huge opportunity for you. I'm not going to take that away from you because I got scared. Besides, you're moving because of me, it wouldn't be fair. Get that promotion then come home to me. I know it was a bit of an overreaction, we've done long distance before, it's just been a while and that fear creeped in. I love you Y/n/n."

"I love you. I will always come home to you, you are my home Em. Now that we've sorted that, kiss me because I miss that."

Emily cupped the back of my neck, lips connecting with mine in a rough, passionate kiss. Things got heated quickly so I pulled away as we were still in public. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. I'm sorry for being so stubborn."

"It's okay, let's not make a habit of it though. Since it's valentines day, can you tell me what my gift is?"

Emily chuckled, pecking my lips quickly, "Nope. You can be patient one more day."

"Fine. Can we get ice cream then go home and cuddle now?"

Emily winked, "Just cuddles?"

My fingers ran along her thigh, slipping under her dress, "Maybe spicy cuddles."

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The next day, Emily and I had spent most of the day in bed sleeping after a long night and cuddling. I had surprised her with breakfast before confusing her by getting back into bed. Normally, I would have to work, but after the last few days, I had decided to take the day off to just spend time with her. About mid afternoon, Emily dragged us out of bed to shower and finally get dressed. I didn't understand her rush to get ready until there was a knock on the door.

"Are we expecting someone?"

Emily smiled excitedly, "That's probably your gift. Go open it."

I slowly opened the door to find a large teddy bear on the other side. I figured it was a delivery person holding it so I awkwardly said hello, waiting for them to move or something. The teddy bear was handed to me, though when I looked up, it ended up on the floor. Standing in front of me, was my bestfriend that I hadn't seen in person for over a year. He had moved out of the country and things were busy so visits were few and far between. I jumped into his arms, holding him tight for who knows how long. We had been friends since birth pretty much, this was the longest we had gone without seeing each other. 

I pulled away, letting him inside before hugging Emily, "You did this?"

Emily smiled, wiping away my tears, "I know you how much you were missing him."

"Thank you Em. I love you so much."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #emily sonnett x reader #uswnt imagines

[petrichormore]

(This is kind of an analysis on Q!BBH (in relation to Q!Forever’s trust issues). All of the following is about the character, not the CC)

One thing about yesterday’s stream, I know people are sad that 4halo (still don’t have a duo name) had a minor fight/falling-out due to Forever’s (JUSTIFIED) paranoia. But. I want to make one thing clear as a BBH main:

Bad did NOT mean to withhold any information from Forever. To my knowledge, he has never purposefully refused an opportunity to share important information with Forever, not even when he was worried about Forever’s mental health in the aftermath of Cellbit’s betrayal (he never got the chance to withhold anything lmao).

The problem here is not that Bad is keeping secrets from Forever, he really isn’t. Forever is being trusted more than I think he’s aware of, because he doesn’t realize that everyone else other than him knows next to nothing about Bad (with the exception of Foolish). Forever was the only person that - at least in spirit - had full, unrestrained access to Bad’s secret-est secret base up until Foolish also gained permission to enter recently. And he’s still the only person that Bad has ever allowed into Dapper’s private enderpearl stasis chamber room. Now I know that Bad broke the waystone pillar and therefore Forever lost his ability to enter, but he didn’t do it on purpose!

Bad is distracted, Bad is busy, Bad is constantly being pulled in a lot of different directions by a lot of different people a lot of the time. The only reason Forever doesn’t currently have access to Bad’s home is because he just hasn’t had a solid chance to take him there; and when he does have a chance, he doesn’t remember. Because, again, he’s kind of dealing with a lot right now please leave a message he’ll get back to you later and also did I mention he’s raising a child (and several other peoples’ children sometimes) all by himself?

Same issue today: Bad knows almost everything about almost everyone. And while part of that is because he’s prone to spying - an undeniably large part of it is also because almost everyone on the server trusts him enough to constantly drag him into lore whenever he appears. If you don’t watch Bad’s streams, you maybe wouldn’t know it - but some days it’s a fairly constant stream of “Hey Bad, can you come here?”

“Bad, we need to talk”

“Bad, I need you for something.”

“Bad, can we meet somewhere private? I have an extremely lore-heavy secret that I want to tell you - but you can’t tell anyone else or I will hate you eternally and kill you and curse your bloodline and never trust you again. Thanks, say hi to Dapper for me!” <- (that might be an exaggeration but you get my point)

Like. It’s a lot to stay on top of for one man, and sometimes Bad is gonna slip. Sometimes he’s not going to remember what information he needs to tell everyone, and what information he needs to take to his grave. Sometimes he’s gonna assume Forever already knows about a semi-well-known bit of important information. And, yes, sometimes his assumptions will be wrong; but he is being as open as he possibly can be with Forever.

Not to mention, just like Forever, Bad is also famously paranoid. He also has trust issues. It’s not exactly easy for him, either. But he’s trying, he really is trying. And Forever has a right to get upset about not being told information, but that doesn’t mean he’s right about Bad withholding information on purpose.

This is to say: Bad and Forever have a lot in common in terms of what they’ve been through and I don’t think they realize how much they trust each other.

TLDR; RIP to my man Q!Forever but Q!BBH has not done a single thing wrong in his entire life.

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #q!bbh #q!forever #4halo #i guess? #WHAT IS THEIR DUO NAME? #q!bbh character analysis

[crabdrabbles]

Hiii Crab so happy to see you write outside of our rants/idea chats and my fellow delulu cod enjoyer! Would love to request Platonic!141 + Reader (sorry if this is long and somewhat confusing lol). You can do headcanons, drabble or whatever you comfy for. An idea that popped in my head kinda semi personal: Civ or 141! Reader though has parents and family is the reader is quite something else. Reader despite having somewhat normal upbringing still feel empty; they shouldn't be feeling this numb and empty deep inside of them. The reader craves the love that they give but couldn't or lack of receiving it back, though they don’t expect it or selfishly want it. Just someone who understands them even in their deepest darkest secret or flaw then boom cue the task force 141 unexpected yet welcoming to their life and maybe the one that the Reader can lean and let them be vulnerable on (finally).  

Take your time on doing this Looking for to your other writing genuinely -Cee, your fellow Soap delulu

GN!Reader & 141 (Mostly Price)

Warnings: Slight angst Ships: None. A/N: This absolutely ran away from me and I do not at all regret it, hope you enjoy, Cee!!! Words: 3549

Almost your entire life had been a cycle of self doubt that also started to churn and twist into self-hatred. You blamed yourself for the feelings. Afterall, you had a relatively normal upbringing. Two parents who were both present in your life, both of whom worked so that you all had food on the table and a roof over your head. A luxury that very few had.

The least you could do for them is follow the path that they wanted to put you on, no matter how much you didn’t want to do it. Because you loved them. 

So you excelled in your education, studying hard to try and impress your parents– to make them love you just as much as you loved them for everything that they did for you for your entire life. They wanted you to do all three sciences despite the additional workload it would add to your already stretched thin time? Then you would do them, take any extra classes after school in order to keep up with the work and not lag behind any of your peers. 

There was no such thing as a social life, either, not when you had homework and projects due. Friends were few and far between. Generally, most people left when they realised how hyper focused you were on your grades instead of social interaction. 

Did a classmate get a higher grade than you on a test? Well obviously you didn’t study hard enough, you just needed to dedicate more time to school even though school was all you had.

Did you get the highest marks in the class? Good, that was what was expected of you. Why didn’t you get full marks? You were better than that. You would do better because you loved your family. They showed it in their own way, of course, by encouraging you to study harder and get better grades. That was their love language, and yours was doing as they asked without a second thought. Because, at the end of the day, you were lucky to have an upbringing like you had. You would ignore the hollow void clawing at your chest because you had no right to feel that way– not when you had a roof over your head and parents that loved you(?).

It was when you came top of the class with full marks in a recent test, you came home with a beaming smile on your face and proudly showed the test to your parents. They took the papers from your hands, flipping through your work with critical eyes, before handing the papers back to you. 

‘Well done, we’re so proud of you.’ That was all you wanted them to say to you. That was all you needed to hear. To know that they loved you. 

‘Your penmanship is terrible.’ Was what you got instead. When you tried to point at the big 100% in green pen, you were waved away. ‘How are you expected to get a job when you write like a child? I’m surprised the teacher could even read your answers’. 

After several years of balancing a work and educational life and paving a way for a line of work that you didn’t want for parents you should have been grateful to have, you decided that enough was enough. 

No matter how hard you worked, no matter how high your marks were, they would never be proud of you. They would never return the love that you had for them until you nearly killed yourself trying. 

Spending your entire childhood, teenagehood and all of your current adulthood trying to please your parents predictably would damage one’s psyche. You had no friends, family who had never been devoted to you as you were to them, and high grades serving as the foundations to a prison-like future.

You dropped out of University. The only option forward that you saw was joining the army in the vain hope that the empty feeling inside of you would dissipate when you actually did something that you believed was more worthwhile than any University course. 

So you threw yourself into the military, working harder than all of the other recruits and training at every chance you could.

Your skills and determination became widely recognised amongst your peers. It took several years, but you eventually caught the eye of none other than Captain John Price. 

Impressed by your willpower that not many soldiers possessed, he offered you a place on the 141. 

Naturally, you agreed. You believed that being part of such a well renowned and respected team would finally beat back the lingering self doubt and emptiness that had curled itself around your heart.

It didn’t. If anything, it made it worse.

You were invited to join the 141, sure, but they had already established their own relationships between each other, had already bonded into a close knit group, and you were simply an outsider. Yes, you had been hand picked by Price himself, but that didn’t mean you were part of the team. They had their own inside jokes that they told to one another, leaving you feeling left out on most days.

And you felt… lacking around them. Ghost was stronger, Gaz was faster, Soap was smarter (he was a demolitions expert for crying out loud!), and Price was almost all of those rolled into one. They all complimented each other as a team. Meanwhile you felt like a spare tyre, a master of nothing and barely a jack of any trade. 

Despite how you felt about it all, they all called you ‘kid’. Regardless of age gaps between yourself and the rest of them, the nickname stuck mostly because you were the newbie. It came as a surprise that it wasn’t spat with vitriol as your peers before had, but it was in fact said with… an affection you couldn’t quite place.

You couldn’t ignore the hole in your chest that had been chipped at over the years, forming a gaping maw that no reassurances could really mend. 

Doubt lingered in the back of your mind, chipping away at your sanity as you prepared for the worst. How long would it take before they realised you weren’t good enough? 

You were so deep in your doubts that you didn’t realise that you had been distancing yourself even more than before until you overheard a conversation in Price’s office a few months down the line.

“-- they don’t belong on the team.” Gaz said as you passed Price’s office and your heart dropped. It was only the tailend of what he had been saying but you had gotten the gist. You wanted to stay, to listen to the conversation more and listen to what your team had to say about you, but you didn’t. What you were going to hear were likely things you had already told yourself right from the start. You keep walking on, ignoring the sting of tears burning in the corners of your eyes. The blood rushing in your ears prevented you from heating the rest of the conversation. 

“-- not only are they acting like they don’t belong on the team, but they’re acting like they’re not good enough.” Gaz continued, sighing in frustration.

“Maybe they need more time.” Ghost rumbled in reply, “Let them come out of their shell a little bit. Best not rush these things.” He was talking from experience, after all.

“Aye… maybe I can invite them out for drinks or sommat? I wouldn’t want them getting transferred before we got to know them a little more.” Soap had been the one that had tried the hardest to get close to you but had also tried to give you space so as to not suffocate you with his personality. 

“They won’t be getting transferred.” Price said with conviction, tapping his desk, “I chose them to be part of this team and this is where they’re going to stay. Let me have a word with them first.”

“Aye, sir.”

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You found yourself in the smoker’s shelter outside the main building. It was late enough that most of the soldiers had gone to bed or off to do their own things elsewhere so you doubted that you would be bothered for a little while. Just enough time for you to get your thoughts together. Your tears had dried in your eyes a few minutes ago, making them sting in the cold air. You didn’t need to look in your reflection to know that you probably looked like a wreck– entirely unbecoming of a soldier of your apparent status. 

You didn’t want to get transferred. Despite your distance with the 141, you didn’t hate them. Far from, actually, you held a great deal of respect for each and every one of them. It was just that you felt like you didn’t have your place amongst them. Not good enough to be associated with them. 

“Bit late to be out here in the cold, chuck.” A voice startled you out of your thoughts– one that you would recognise anywhere from the low rasp of a smoker's lungs. 

“Captain.” You croaked, wincing at the patheticness in your voice. There was a scuff of boots as Price came closer, leaning into your line of vision with a furrowed brow which only furrowed more as he took in your dishevelled appearance.

“Something on your mind?” He asked kindly, perching on the arm of the bench to give you some personal space. He left his question open, allowing you any chance to steer the conversation how you wanted to. There was no judgement for catching you at your lowest, no disgust at your red rimmed eyes— just polite understanding and a non verbal offer of pleasant company. 

“Why did you pick me, Captain?”

The question made him tilt his head, a frown beginning to tug on his features. You were worried you had insulted him.

“What brought this on, huh? Someone say something to you? Need me to have a word with them?” He straightened his back, scowling. Whilst you felt like you didn’t have a place in the 141, you could never deny the shield of protectiveness that Price held over his team. You remember in the back of your mind the day that some General who thought he was hot shit had the audacity to undermine Soap as nothing more than a ‘yappy dog’ when offered the Scot’s demolitions expertise. Price had appeared almost out of thin air and almost ripped the General a new one and things would have escalated into a fist fight had Laswell not intervened. It wasn’t as though Price didn’t think his own soldiers were capable of defending themselves, but he couldn’t care less about punishments aimed his own way over that of his Sergeants and Lieutenant. It was just a surprise that the protective streak extended over you, too, despite your distance to your teammates.

“I’ll sound stupid.” You mumbled, looking down at the ground as if expecting him to chastise you like a child. He didn’t.

“I’ve had my fair share of stupid over the years. Try me.”

“... and ungrateful.”

“I once had a guy punch me in the face two seconds after I took a bullet that would have killed him.” Price countered with a cut off chuckle once he remembered what was probably a mission long finished and cleared his throat. “C’mon, tell Captain what’s on your mind.”

And he sounded so sincere when he said it. Sounded like he genuinely wanted to hear what was going on in your head– that he was willing to waste what was already his important and limited time on someone like you. 

“Sir—”

“John.” Price corrected gently, crows feet more noticeable at the corners of his eyes scrunched up when he smiled, “We’re off duty, you don’t need to be so formal.”

“... John.” You echoed, finding that you really didn’t like saying that. It felt like calling your teacher by their first name in primary school or a classmate’s parent other than their last name. 

“Now, c’mon, tell me what’s on your mind. Might not be a therapist, but I’m better than bottling it up.” You wondered in the back of your mind how often Price did this. Sat with his soldiers and talked with them, offered them a listening ear to hear their vents and fears. You couldn’t help but feel honoured to be one of the few he willingly offered said time to. Your silence stretched on as you thought of the words to say, how to phrase what you wanted to say without sounding unappreciative of the opportunity that Price had offered you when he requested you join his team. 

“I don’t feel like I belong here.” You blurted once the silence had stretched on for long enough to border on uncomfortable. John’s face fell and you quickly realised how bad that sounded and rushed to correct yourself.

“No, no, wait, let me explain–” the Captain closed his mouth to allow you to continue speaking, but you could tell that it was hard for him. “I just… you could have anyone better than me, you know? I’m not a demolition expert. I’m… I’m not the best Sniper. I’m the slowest on the team, pretty sure I’m the weakest–”

“Nope.” Price interrupted, finally breaking the bubble of your personal space as he took a proper seat next to you on the bench but still respecting the distance enough to keep a few inches between you. “Nope, not lettin’ you say another word.”

“But–” 

“Nope.”

“Cap–”

“No.”

“But you could have anyone better—“

“But they wouldn’t be you.” He deflected easily. Far too easily. He leant back on the bench, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his arms over his chest. His fingers twitched and you could tell he was itching for a cigar but didn’t light one out of respect. 

“Alright, sure, I can ask Laswell to give me one of the best soldiers in the SAS and have them brought here tomorrow. They could be the best of the best, top of their class, better than you and maybe even better than me. But that’s a bit of a stretch.” He winked and earned a weak chuckle from you. “But they won’t be you. I don’t pick just on skill alone, kid, I pick based on how I feel people would fit into the team. I chose you because I knew that you’d be perfect.”

“As for not being a demolitions expert, let  me let you in on a little secret. I’ve no fucking clue about demolitions, either. And you don’t have to be on the team to be the ‘best Sniper’. You’re better than most, and that’s what’s important. As for being the weakest– did you or did you not bodily lift Gaz in a fireman’s carry during training the other week while he was trying to act as an injured civilian? Quite dramatically, might I add. Swooned and everything.”

You remembered that practice mission. Quite fondly, actually. Gaz was a civilian and , after being struck by a foam bullet from Soap, had dramatically screamed in agony and crumpled to the floor. When you had lifted him up and over your shoulders, the bastard continued to wail something along the lines of telling his non-existent spouse that he loved them and that his money be given to his equally non-existent children. Soap got in another shot to the man’s head, knocking off his cap in the process. Distracted as you were trying to haul your teammate out of the danger zone, you couldn’t help but laugh thinking about it now. 

“Last time I checked, Gaz is somewhat heavier than a sack of flour. Don’t tell him I said that, I’ll hurt his feelings.” Price was right, you supposed. You were more than capable of carrying Gaz over your shoulders, maybe even Soap or Price himself if the time called for it. Ghost you weren’t so sure about, though. The man was a walking mountain. 

“What I’m trying to say is that you have to give yourself more credit. You’re more than good enough to be on my team. I chose you for a reason.”

You… did not expect that sort of reassurance from Price. You had hoped for something along those lines, yes, but perhaps with a thrown in criticism or three. You waited for a ‘but’ that never came. The man snorted beside you and when you gave him a quizzical look, he waved off your concern.

“Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think the next thing out of your mouth would be that your parents never hugged you as a kid.”

Your silence made him slowly turn his head towards you. It would have almost been comical if the situation wasn’t. His face crumbled and a wounded sound emerged from his throat.

“Sometimes they did!” You rushed to defend the people that raised you. “And they gave me food and shelter, clothes when I needed them–”

“Fucking hell. No, that’s what they’re supposed to do because they’re your parents. What about telling you that they were proud of you? That they loved you? I saw your records. Top of your class in not just your training but in your education, too. Triple sciences, mathematics, all of it. They had to be proud of you for that? My parents would have killed for me to get even a passing grade in my GCSEs.” You looked down at the ground and it was Price’s turn to have his eyes fixed on you. 

“They were proud of you, weren’t they?” He asked again, leaning forwards so he could catch your eye, his own filled with concern. “Kid?”

“I don’t talk to them much anymore.” 

Price inhaled sharply and he leaned back again, looking around and clenching his jaw as if fighting back his anger. His fingers twitched again. You admired his self control as he was still yet to grab a cigar that you knew he kept on his person. Usually in his breast pocket while his lighter was in his right pocket.

“Listen to me.” The Captain said, a more stern edge to his voice now that he had gathered his thoughts together. “Whatever your family said to you— how they treated you? Forget it. They showed you obligation. Not love. They didn’t want what was ‘best’ for you, they wanted bragging rights. What you’ve achieved– here, in bootcamp, in university and in school, is something to take pride in– no, no, look at me.”

Your gaze had trailed to the side so you avoided looking at your Captain in the eyes. He noticed and clicked his fingers to gain your attention back on him.

“Don’t look away from me because I want you to listen to what I’m gonna say and I want you to look at my face as I say it.” Your eyes met his blue ones, “You should be proud of everything that you’ve achieved in your life. I’m sorry that your family never told you that and I’m sorry that I haven’t said that enough to you since you joined 141.”

You opened your mouth to say something– to argue or disagree but he shook his head.

“No. It’s my turn to speak now. I’m proud of you. I am so proud of you. Everything you’ve done and everything that you’re yet to do, I will always be proud of you. You’re an exemplary soldier and I knew the moment I saw you that you would be a perfect addition to the 141 and you have proved me right time and time again. You belong on this team just as much as the rest of the boys. Do you understand?”

So many words– proud, proud, proud. That’s all you had wanted to hear for so many years from someone whose opinion mattered to you. You wanted to be seen and Price, this godsend of a man, had seen you and more.

“Kid, do you understand me?”

You nodded once and then realised that Price wouldn’t have been able to tell through your shaking. Tears blurred in the corners of your eyes and you nodded again, not trusting your voice in case it shattered. 

“What do you need from me?” Price’s voice was oh so soft, like he was talking to a frightened fawn. He could see how much his words had affected you and it clearly broke his own heart.

“A hug.” Your bottom lip wobbled and his face softened as he opened his arms, twitching his fingers to urge you closer.

“I can do that.” 

You leaned into him and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, drawing you in close. You could smell the lingering scent of his last cigar. The smell of his office and cleaning oil. You felt his chin on the top of your head and felt how his chest rumbled as he spoke.

“You’re part of the 141 whether you like it or not, alright? Me and the boys want you here for as long as you want to be.”

At that moment, for the first time in your life. You felt wanted. You felt appreciated and you felt seen.

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[hikarimiyanaga]

Healing A Broken Heart (Part 1)

Summary :

You and Wanda are in love. At least you thought so. During a particularly bad fight, she tells you that if she had a choice, she wouldn't be with you.

And that, in your thousands years of life, is the most painful thing you've ever heard that was said to you.

PS. This was inspired by that one reddit post and it snowballed from there.

-

You drink another shot. For the past few weeks and so, this is the only thing you've done during the nights. Drink.

As if it could make you forget. Forget the pain. Forget the memories. Forget Wanda.

But it couldn't, it was only for the night for you still remember everything the day after.

You really hated being a semi-eternal.

You were created to be with the other eternals but there was something wrong with you. You didn't have any powers.

Still, Arishem sent you along with Ajak and the others as a reporter.

You had the immortality and physique but nothing else.

Still, Sersei, Makkari, Sprite, Kingo, Phastos, Thena, Ajak, Druig and Gilgamesh were family.

So you did exactly what you were sent to do. Report. Until you and the others' rebellion years ago. Now THAT, that was a fun time.

But that? Being a hero? Something you're not? It was all in the past.

You just wanted peace. When the whole Westview happened. Ajak sent you, said something about knowledge in magic.

And so you helped. Both Wanda and Agatha.

Wanda stayed with you along with the darkhold and Agatha went with her coven.

You made sure that she made the first move. And if she never truly liked you then it was also fine. But she did. She kissed you that one night and you kissed her back.

You'd cook for her. Teach her more about her own magic. And she'd love you. She'd make you laugh. She'd make you feel peace.

It stayed like that. For Five years. You were both in love or so you thought.

She was getting impatient. You can tell. You knew that your method was slow. But it was also the safest. So that she can travel freely. Did you know that she would leave you for her boys? Of course, she will. And you'd understand. Those twins were her kids. Hers. And you-

Well, you didn't even know what you are to her.

And during the fight with her, you confirmed it. She was just with you because you knew the safest way. Because you had a way.

And so you left her. And left her notes, you weren't cruel as to leave her without knowledge on getting back with her kids.

And so here you were. In a random bar somewhere in the US. Where you stopped counting your drinks and stopped caring about yourself.

If anyone needed help then you would be there in a heartbeat, helping once again. But for now? You need to forget.

"Ah. Here you are. I knew it." You hear Sersei say as she sits besides you. She and Makkari have been trying to find you when they went to visit Wanda a week ago and you weren't there. Sersei quickly texted Makkari as you drink again.

"Why are you trying to find me, dear changer?" All of the eternals had nicknames from you.

"We were worried. What happened?" You chuckle at that.

"Just that-" You don't finish when someone hugs you from behind. You laugh as you turn and hug Makkari. "Hi, fast one. Sorry that you couldn't reach me."

"It's okay. Why are you here though?" Makkari asks and you sigh.

"Not here. Shall we go on a walk?" You pay for your tab and leave the bar with them.

You all get seated at a park and you look ahead.

"We got into a fight." Makkari raises an eyebrow at Sersei. A fight? That was it? "And she told me that if she had a choice then she wouldn't be with me." That made them both flinch. They knew your insecurities better than anyone else. The two of them were your closest confidants after all. "So I left. Don't worry about it, though, I made sure to leave her notes. And if she did become the Scarlet Witch and destroyed everything again then-" You inhale at that. "Then I'll help stop her."

"But Wanda was-" you shake your head at Sersei. Just hearing her name is enough to make you cry. You wipe away your tears.

"I need some time alone. Call me in the emergency phone if any of you need help." You stand then smile sadly at them. They both just watched as you leave.

-

6 months. It's been half a year since you saw Wanda. But by God did she get even more beautiful. You were helping Peter Parker's mess and making sure that Strange didn't do that fucking spell again. You really hated that spell, for fuck's sake.

You sigh in relief as everything ends and no one needed to forget him.

"This is why I don't mess with memories." Sersi, Druig and Makkari turns to you. "It's too messy."

"Really? I thought you of all people would want to do it." Druig says and you hum.

"It would make it easier, that's for sure." Wanda flinches at your statement. She was near enough to hear but far enough to not get spotted. Did you want to forget her? "But what the brain cannot remember, the heart and soul will surely do." Wanda was sure now. She approaches the eternals and you realize her presence, you quickly go to Makkari and tell her to take you home.

"But-" Makkari tries to argue but you shake her.

"Just this once! I swear, okay? Please, Makkari. I can't. My heart can't." You get teary eyed and Makkari turns to Sersei. They turn to Wanda who was going to call you.

"Just this once." You nod at her and Makkari quickly leaves the battlefield with you intact. She stops at your current house in New Zealand. You sigh in relief and hug her tight.

"Thank you." You kiss her forehead. "I owe you one." Makkari nods and leaves you alone. You get inside and start to pack. You just know that either Makkari or Sersei will snitch on you. You don't blame them, though, you know that Wanda has been persistent on seeing you and wanting to know where you are.

You didn't know why she wanted to see you.

You don't know want to know.

But if you had to take a guess then maybe she'll break it off for real. You wipe away your tears again. The partying and drinking for the past 6 months has done nothing good for you.

It just made you forget temporarily.

You look at your things. It was only one suitcase, the benefits of having too much money. You hum.

Time to go there then.

-

Another 6 months has passed by. This time, you knew it. You have peace.

Well, you did still have nightmares. Your insecurities are still there. But at least here, you were truly alone. No expectations. No betrayals. Just you.

Not even Sersei or Makkari knew where you were. You didn't want the risk. You just can't run into the source of your heartache.

Or so you thought. Because your phone rings. The emergency one.

"Hello?" You ask and it was Sersei who answers.

"We need help! Or rather your friend, Strange needs help!" You hum as you ready yourself.

-

"What do you mean?? She can travel the multiverse????? FREELY?????" You ask and Stephen nods. "Whoa. Holy shit. You do know this makes you like the singular only person in the multiverse that can do that. Like damn." Sersei raises an eyebrow at you.

"You're an eternal."

"Semi! But yeah, I might be the only one. Nice! The name's Y/N! We have no last names." America looks at Stephen who nods at her.

"I'm America. America Chavez."

"Nice to meet you! So why am I here?"

"She needs help."

"Some monsters have been chasing me all throughout the multiverse and-" You hum. You get your phone out and call Agatha. You stop America and they all look at you.

"Agatha. The darkhold is not being overused is it??"

"Nope. Wanda is learning it slowly. Just like you taught her. Why?"

"Just checking." You hang up and hum. "Has there been any portal sightings like the one from multiverses?" Stephen shakes his head at you.

"Through every universe, right?" America nods. "You don't need me. You need Wanda."

"You sure?"

"Yes. She can travel the multiverse too. Just not as freely as America. We should go to her."

"We? Are you ready to see her?" Sersei's question makes you flinch.

"Not really but-" you look at America. "A kid needs help so-"

"Got it. Let's go then." Stephen says and you nod.

-

'Oh. She hasn't moved. At all.' You thought to yourself as you look at the house you lived in a year ago. Stephen knocks on the door and you step back as Wanda opens the door.

"Oh. Strange. How unusual-"

"We need your help. Y/N says that you-"

"Y/N!? Have you been in contact with her?? Not even Makkari or Sers-"

"That's because they're snitches." You walk up the familiar steps and smile sadly at her. "Hi, Wanda."

"Y/N. Y-you're here." She says and becomes teary-eyed.

"Yeah. We need your help."

-

"I'll get us some teas." You nod absentmindedly as you look around, everything was the way you left it. It felt like you've never left at all. The books were in the arrangement you did. The pictures and decorations were never removed. You smile a little at the pictures.

There were five on display.

One with you and the eternals.

One with Wanda and her brother Pietro.

One with you, Wanda, and everyone, as many as the frame could fit.

One with you and Wanda just hugging and smiling at each other.

One with Wanda and Vision.

"Whoa! This is you, right, Y/N??" America asks as she looks closely at the pictures, you didn't even notice her standing from the couch.

"Yeah. It's her. She lived here before." Wanda answers for you as she serves the tea. You hum, agreeing with her as you get your cup.

"So you know magic??" America tilts her head at you as she sits besides you again.

"Know, yes. Use? No." America tilts her head again so you chuckle. "I only know spells, uses, and stuff like that. I couldn't do it even if my life depended on it. Ask Sersei sometime, she knows how many times I tried to see if I ever had some sort of power." America hums.

"And you never discovered any?" You shake your head.

"Nope." You smile at her as you sip your tea. Oh shit. Did she-? You look at Wanda and she smiles at you.

"It's your favorite." She confirms and you sigh. "So, what did you three come here for? What can I do to help?"

"First, of all are you halfway through the darkhold?" You ask and Stephen glares at you.

"Uh. Yes. I am. I think I am." You hum.

"Can you call it and I can check?" Wanda nods and calls the darkhold to her hand, Stephen scoffs at you and you glare at him.

"Look away, for fuck's sake. A child's safety is on the line!" He grumbles as he leaves the house and America was about to follow him when you stop her. "Stay here for a minute. I need to confirm-" You open the darkhold and hum. "Yep. Halfway through. You can travel with America now."

"What?" Wanda asks and you hum.

"So, the predicament is this. America is being chased around by monsters. Darkhold monsters and so I have reason to believe that one of your variations is chasing her. Possibly, to either get her power or use her. I am not sure. So I need you to travel with America. With Stephen too and solve this."

"What? How?"

"By defeating the other you."

"WHAT!? HOW!?" You hum at her question.

"Simply put, you'll need to introduce a variation of me."

"You?" You nod and grin at her.

"You know the phrase, 'every me loves every you'?" Wanda nods at you. "I have reason to believe that is happening between us. Not everyone gets their shit together or end up together or even meet but still. Every variation of me will love every variation of you."

"How are you so sure-"

"Phastos made a device. I used it like a thousand times. Trust me in this. I-" your phone rings, effectively cutting you off. You look at it and see Phastos's name. "Speak of the eternal." You answer it. "Wait. You caught one??????" You hum. "Okay. Okay. I got it." You nod. "Yeah. I still have it." You nod again. "Got it. We'll be there." You hang up and look at Wanda. "Change of plans. We're going somewhere." You hold out your hand to her and she accepts it. That makes you smile, at least she isn't allergic to your touch. "Come on, America. Time to meet my family." You grin then go outside where Stephen was waiting. "Stephen, open the portal to Wakanda!" Stephen nods and does as you say.

"It's a good thing that you have Thena, huh?" You grin at him, agreeing with him.

-

You look at the monster then at Phastos then at Thena and Gilgamesh.

"You guys are seriously amazing. Thank you." You took out a pair of glasses from your pocket and toss it to Phastos. "As I said."

"Have you used it at all for the past year?" Phastos asked and you blush.

"Only a thousand more times." You scratch your neck. "One of the reasons why I never get bored."

"I'm just relieved you haven't decided to get Phastos to make you a multiverse traveling machine." Ajak says and you smile sadly at her.

"I had what they had. Mine was just the saddest attempt." You look at the ground knowing that most of the people there are looking at you.

"Done!" Phastos exclaims and you smile, relieved that the attention is off you. "So, this will hopefully will let us know which universe this creature is from and the glasses will guide us there."

"You mean them?" You point to Stephen, America and Wanda.

"What? You're not coming??" America asks as she gets your hand.

"Sorry, kid. I'll only slow you guys down." You ruffle her hair. You look at Wanda then smile at her. "Try to keep this kid safe. She's pretty unique. And she'll be able to help you too."

"Got it! Universe 567. That's where the monsters are from."

"Good. Here's how the glasses work." You begin instructing the three of them and making sure they knew what to do.

Wanda is to make sure that the traveling of the group is safe and sound, she can fight off the multidimensional monsters.

Stephen is to make sure to locate your variant.

America is to make the group travel freely.

You wave them goodbye and smile as they leave. You collapse to the ground and Makkari is by your side immediately.

"I'm okay. Just really-" you let the tears out and sob.

The dam finally breaking through. You don't know if you'll ever get over Wanda.

-

It took them a week to find you.

Turns out you were a pretty badass Black Widow in Universe 567. You were trained alongside Natasha so the two of you were like siblings.

567 you tried to refuse first but when she saw the monster firsthand, she finally relented and agreed.

Meeting 567 Wanda was chaos. She tried and tried to resist both her variant, Stephen and 567 you but when the avengers arrived, it was a done deal. 567 Wanda was captured and stopped. 567 you fought for her rehabilitation though, stating that you won't ever forgive yourself if you let another one fall to that deep abyss. 567 You promised to help her, to take care of her and teach her how to be compassionate again. As they were leaving Universe 567, Wanda couldn't help but smile as 567 you helps 567 Wanda to her feet.

It looks like your and hers 567 variants will be okay.

-

You were back in your old tattered hut in the Philippines. The peaceful home you've been at for the past half a year.

You hear your phone rings and hum.

"Yeah?" You answer it.

"They're back! Should I tell Makkari to get you?" Phastos asks and you sigh.

"No need. I had my time here already. Do you think Sersei has room in her apartment? I'd rather just room with her and Sprite."

"I'll ask her. So you're done avoiding her?" You laugh at that.

"Never. I'll be there." You hang up and look around. "Goodbye, peace." You leave and never look back.

PS.

Posting this since it's sitting in my draft. Not finished yet but wanted to get it out.

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[hale2me]

I Need A Favor ...

Eddie Munson x Reader (she/her)

This is the first real story I have ever written and I'm really proud of it and I wanted to share it with you all. Please give me ALL the feedback!!

Synopsis: You're a virgin and you want to have sex before you turn 23 but the only person you feel that you can trust is your best friend.

Oh also, in this Eddie refers to reader by their last name a couple of times which is the (Y/L/N)

Warnings: SMUT and Kink!! This piece is intended for 18+ only.

Word Count: 5.5k

We had been friends since we’re 13. I honestly considered Eddie to be my closest friend of everyone. We both had childhoods that weren’t so great and we were always able to bond over that unlike most people in Hawkins who came from a wealthy two parent home. 

Eddie and I always had a “thing” for each other but it just felt like we could never get the timing right. He always had someone he was seeing or vice versa. There was a VERY brief time we tried dating our sophomore year of high school but we just weren’t at the same place mentally and it was clear that neither of us needed to be in a relationship at that time - after all we were just kids. Though we had a failed romantic relationship, that had no effect on our platonic relationship. 

Even after all this time I still considered him to be my closest friend. He was always there for me, no questions asked. In my heart I couldn’t help but wonder if we tried again, would it work this time ? Twenty something’s who are mildly established and semi know what we want out of life.

I pushed that thought to the farthest part of my mind as there was something else that was bothering me that I really needed to address. You see, I’m still a virgin. I’m twenty two and the most I’ve ever done with a guy is make out. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex, I just haven’t felt that any guy I’ve been with I can trust enough. 

Sex is about exposing your most vulnerable parts and there wasn’t one single male I could think of that I trust enough to do that with … except Eddie. 

So I hatched a plan and hoped for the best. I was going to ask my best friend to have sex with me. You know, like a favor ? It was strictly sex. No relationship and no strings attached. He was free to be with whoever he wanted to and so was I. This was literally just about sex. Nothing more, nothing less. 

A couple of weeks passed before I found myself able to work up the courage. We had mutual friends and that evening the whole gang of us were together. We had a movie night at Eddie’s trailer as we tend to do at least once a month. 

The movie ended and one by one each friend left. As I had anticipated, it was just me and Eddie. I needed him all to myself so I didn’t have to worry about anyone possibly hearing and completely ruining everything. 

We sat on the couch together. I was sitting with my legs crossed and a pillow in my lap that I had been fidgeting with for almost ten minutes now. Eddie sat across from me with his legs sprawled out while his feet pressed into my legs. 

“You seemed a little off tonight." He questioned while staring at me squinty eyed. “Is everything okay ? Not like you to be so quiet.” 

I continued to stare down at my fingers while I fidgeted with the pillow. I wasn’t sure I could look him in the eyes while talking about what I wanted to. 

I let out a light sigh. “Uh-  yeah, no I’m good… but there was something I was hoping to ask you about. It’s been on my mind and I’m a little nervous to be honest.” 

His face immediately started to look concerned. He sat up from his lying down position so that he was now sitting cross legged style staring directly at me. I could feel his gaze. He was trying to assess me and figure out what I was talking about. 

“Oh okay? Well .. the floor is all yours (Y/L/N).” 

I finally got the courage to look him directly in the eyes. My palms were sweaty and I could feel a burst of energy hit me. Adrenaline had kicked in and it felt like it was working overtime. I stood up so I felt less restrained. 

“You see…” I began to pace slightly around the living room. 

“We’ve been friends for what ? Like ten years now ?” I started. “I consider you to be my best friend. Someone I can trust no matter what. Someone I know who will drop everything they’re doing to be with me if I needed you.” 

I looked up and now his face was extremely puzzled. He had undone his legs from the crossed position so that his feet were resting on the floor. He leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees as he began twisting his rings around which is something I know he does when he’s nervous. 

“Well I need a favor... You know my birthday is in a couple of weeks and it got me thinking. I’m about to be a 23 year old virgin.” 

At this point I was absolutely terrified to look at his face but I knew I needed to. I wanted him to know that I was 100% serious. 

His eyebrows were now furrowed as if he was trying to pick up on where this is going but he had no luck. 

I continued on, “I know that you’re a bit more experienced than me about that topic…uh .. sex that is.” Come on (Y/N) keep it together here you thought to yourself. 

“Well to just come out and say it… I was uh.. hoping that you could do me the favor of being my first. I just want to get it over with so I don’t have to think about it anymore. And I don’t want a relationship and I expect nothing from you in return. Our relationship would remain exactly how it is right now- absolutely no strings attached. Just a one time thing and I completely understand if you don’t want to.” I felt as if I was starting to ramble now. 

His face at this point was unreadable. His confused face had left and he seemed much more relaxed now but I didn’t know if this was a good kind of relaxed or bad kind of relaxed. 

Was he trying to figure out how to get me to leave ? Did he think I was absolutely psychotic ? 

My face was red hot at this point. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my entire life. 

He sat there with no response still. His lips were pursed together as if he was thinking about something.

Probably how absolutely insane I am for asking this. 

“You know what? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you this. I don’t know what I was thinking…” I trailed off and turned around to grab my purse and see myself out. “I’ll just go. I'm sorry.” I blurted out again. 

I turned back around, purse resting on my shoulder and shoes on my feet. I wanted to run for the hills at this point. My heart was racing and all I could think about was how I just ruined my longest friendship. I just wanted to go home and cry. 

Before I could leave he stood up. Staring at me for a moment with an expression that I could only describe as lustful. I felt like my body was paralyzed. I couldn’t move or speak at this point. I just needed him to say or do something. Literally anything. 

Without any words he walked over to me and stared down into my eyes. As if he was assessing to make sure this was what I wanted. His eyes burned into mine. 

He wrapped his left hand around my neck, intertwining his fingers into my hair so that he had a controlling grip while he placed his right hand at my hip. Before I could process the whole situation, I felt the warmth of his soft lips graze over mine. Almost like he was teasing me before he firmly pressed onto me. 

It felt as if our lips were perfectly in sync with each other. This wasn’t our first kiss though. Eddie very courageously asked me to slow dance at our Sophomore year Homecoming to which he used the opportunity to slyly get a kiss. Of course there were other kisses too during the time we tried dating but none of them compared to this. No, nothing like this one at all. 

It felt like there was a fire between us. Like I was starving for more than he could give me. Like I needed him more than ever at this moment. 

I snaked my arms around his neck so he knew to keep going. With every press of our lips I could feel the heat rising in my core. A spark had been ignited and I had no intention of putting it out. 

He pulled away gently and it prompted me to let out a gasp. I hadn’t expected it. He let out a chuckle and flashed me that grin that could make me melt. Especially right now. 

“Easy girl. I need to breathe too.” He spoke softly. 

I know he said it as a joke but I couldn’t laugh right now. I was so lost in my desire for him that all I could think about was what I wanted to do to him… what I wanted him to do to me. 

I pulled away some, trying to clear my head a little bit. My heart felt like it was going a mile a minute and I needed to catch my breath. 

“Well …? Is that a yes ?” I let out quietly after a moment. 

“Oh was that answer not obvious ?” He laughed again and walked closer to me to fill the small gap between us. 

“I would love nothing more than to be your first. Frankly, I’m quite honored… and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this moment countless times” 

My breath hitched in my throat. I almost felt drunk. My ability to speak suddenly felt inhibited. All I wanted to do was find the nearest bed and rip his clothes off immediately. The thought of his bare body alone made me wet. 

I smiled up at him not knowing what to say next. He took my hands into his and stared down at me. 

“Are you sure this is what you want though?” He asked while squeezing my hands gently. “I wouldn’t want you to regret it and I’m not ready to lose my best friend.” 

My smile faded. “Eddie, you are the only man I have ever trusted. The thought of losing my virginity to anyone else just doesn’t seem right… I love you.” I breathed out. 

He gently bent down and kissed me again but this time he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted my body upwards so that he was now carrying me with my legs wrapped around his torso. He never broke our kiss while doing so. I let out a quiet squeal not realizing he was going to grab me like that. 

I had forgotten how soft and warm his lips were. All I could think about is how they would feel on my body. I envisioned him planting small kisses all over me. 

There I go feeling the wetness in my panties again. 

Before I realized it, he had carried me to his bedroom, kicking the door behind him so it shut. He broke our kiss to sit me down on his bed. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He didn’t say a word as I watched him make his way around his room searching for something. 

“Ah!” I heard him say. I watched him grab a small purple bottle and foil packet from his top dresser drawer. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve needed these.” He said as he walked back over to me. 

He threw the purple bottle down which I now recognize to be lubricant, along with a condom. He discarded the band tee he had been wearing all night and threw it on the floor behind him.

 I had been watching him so intently. He leaned down in front of me so that he was now on his knees in between my legs. He gently touched my thigh through my jeans and looked up at me. 

“Can I take your clothes off for you?” He asked. 

My mouth felt like the Sahara desert at this point. It became hard to speak so instead I just nodded at him. 

His ringed fingers found their way to the hem of my blouse. He gently tugged upward at the material. My torso slowly becoming exposed as he pulled the shirt off me. 

He threw my shirt in the pile with his own and then simply continued to kneel in front of me without saying a word. I didn’t know what he was doing but all I could think was that he had changed his mind after seeing me so exposed.

 I began wrapping my arms around my waist but before I could he grabbed my wrists.

“No. No, please don’t.” He stammered. “I want to see you. All of you.” 

He released my wrists and I unwrapped my arms so that they were now sitting at my sides. I had worn a black bra with a white lace trim. It was the only one that I had matching underwear for and I figured if there was going to be one occasion I would wear this for, this was it. 

He raised his hand and started tracing the lace. “Tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable at all.” He said. 

I nodded again while watching his eyes slowly drift over my body. My skin was so on fire at this point that his touch felt like a cold ice cube melting over me. 

Once he finished tracing the lace on my bra his hands moved downward to the button on my jeans. He slowly released the button and began unzipping. I laid my body back so that he could easily remove them.

The pants joined the floor pile of clothing. 

He seemed surprised at the fact that my underwear matched my bra. A very good surprised though. 

“You wore these.. just for me ?” He asked while his fingers began tracing the lace on my panties. His finger dipped lower and lower. I could feel his graze starting to reach my core. I simply nodded at him for a third time. 

His face was so concentrated at this point. I wanted to know what he was thinking but I was too afraid to ask. He then cracked a smile. 

“Excited are we?” He asked. Oh.. he must have felt the repercussions of what had happened in the living room. My face must have turned red because he seemed to have known I felt embarrassed for it. 

“No no. Don’t.” He shushed my thoughts. “This has to be one of the greatest compliments I’ve ever received.” He said while letting out a laugh. 

My lips pursed and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. 

“Come here.” He said while motioning his index finger for me to come toward him. 

God all I could think about is how good that finger would feel inside of me. 

I was sitting back up again on the edge of his bed practically naked. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He wrapped his hand around my chin and pulled me in. I don’t think I could get enough of his lips, I thought to myself before being cut off by the sensation of his fingers running over my clit. I accidentally moaned into his mouth. Fuck that felt amazing. 

“Mmmm..” he hummed as he pulled away. “Does that feel good? I need you to tell me what you like, baby.” He asked damn well knowing that it felt good. 

I nodded once more. 

“No. You need to say it.” He spoke again while running his fingers over me.

I began breathing heavier. “Yes.. that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” 

He smiled clearly liking that answer. “Oh I had no intention of stopping my love.” He said while rubbing over me once more. 

I felt like I could combust right there and then. My legs were almost shaking and I couldn’t think straight. I never wanted this feeling to end. 

His head dipped to nudge my chin so that he could kiss my neck. Oh my weakness. 

His hands moved upward and eventually found their way to my back. He fidgeted with the clasp of my bra for a moment until it snapped open while still placing kisses on me. 

He got my bra off so quick that it made me wonder, how many times has he actually done this before ? I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. This is no time to be wandering off. There was a job to be done. 

I held onto the front of my bra for a moment before letting go. I felt so nervous suddenly. This was it. I was literally about to bare it all to my best friend. Eddie was about to be the first man to ever see me naked. 

Though I trusted him more than anything in this world, I still couldn’t help but feel scared. I felt like the last piece of my “childhood” was about to disappear and then just like that, I would be a full fledged woman. 

He must have noticed my slight hesitation as I clung to the straps still. 

“It’s not too late to say no.” He spoke. “I can leave this room right now if you want to get dressed and go home.”

This sentence alone reminded you why you loved him as much as you did. He cared about your well being so deeply and wanted to make sure he could do everything in his power to make sure you felt comfortable and safe. 

You grabbed his hands that were now sitting carefully by your knees- your bra barely hanging off your shoulder. “No.” You spoke. “I just needed a moment. I’m okay. I’m more than okay actually. Please don’t stop.” You slid the straps down your arms and discarded it with the rest of your clothing. Just one piece of clothing now standing in the way of you being completely naked. 

He leaned forward again to push you to lie down. He hovered his body over yours, continuing to sprinkle you with soft kisses. First your neck, then your collar bone, then he kissed down in between your breasts. The feeling was incomparable to anything else you’ve ever felt before. 

Your thought was disrupted when you felt his tongue glide over your nipple while his fingers tweaked the other. 

“Ohh” you let out. You never knew how good it could have felt to have your nipples played with. You threw your head back just a little to bask in the sensations you were experiencing. 

You needed more but you didn’t want him to stop what he was doing so you carefully moved your hands from your side and began touching yourself. 

This wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with by any means. You masturbate all the time, but this was different. 

You felt the fabric of your underwear and it was absolutely soaked. You pressed your fingers onto your clit with just enough pressure to make you let out a moan. It was at this point Eddie realized what you were doing. 

“Oh. You like this, huh? Are you touching yourself for me baby?” He cooed into your chest. After kissing your neck once more he moved back onto his knees like he was prior. He swatted your hand away and began kissing your thigh upward. 

Oh god. This was just as you pictured it before. 

“Your skin … is so soft ..” he murmured. You felt a jolt of electricity run through you. God he was a fucking tease. His hands ran up the sides of your legs eventually stopping at the waistband of your underwear. “May I?” He asked oh so politely. 

“Eddie please. Rip these off me already.” You basically moaned out. You didn’t have to tell him twice because before you could process it the last piece of your clothing was gone. This was it. This was what you’ve been waiting for. 

“I want to make you cum now if that’s okay ? Since it’s your first time you likely won’t from penetration.” He asked me through thigh kisses. 

He was definitely right. I don’t think I’ll enjoy the actual sex part itself but oh my god the rest was pure ecstasy. 

“Yes. Oh god yes I need to cum.” You moaned out. 

You heard him whisper “fuck” to himself before making his way to your glistening pussy. His hair tickling you along the way. 

He kissed your clit and then pressed his lips into the side of your upper thigh.

“Baby please. I feel like I’m gonna cum just from foreplay. I need your mouth. Please.” You were practically begging him to eat you out. You didn’t even care how desperate you might sound. You needed that release. 

“Yes my love” he simply responded and before you knew it his tongue had dived into you. His mouth was completely enclosed onto you. You could feel the gentle sucking and flicking he was doing to your clit. He would take turns between sucking and tongue fucking you. 

Your fists clenched into the blanket you laid on. Your head thrown back as far as you could possibly go. “Oh-my..” you spit out. “I’m gonna- c-cum” You felt almost embarrassed for the way he had you wrapped around his finger. He barely had to work for your orgasm. Eddie moved his arms up your body and you suddenly felt the coolness of his rings graze over your nipples and that was it. You were done for. 

With your mouth agape you couldn’t talk and you couldn’t move. Eddie felt the pulsation on his tongue as he finished you off. This had to have been the longest orgasm you ever had. 

After your body started to settle, Eddie kissed you clit once more and snaked his body upward so that he was laying on his side next to you. 

Your eyes were shut while you tried to steady your breathing. You could feel him staring at you but you were too relaxed to care. You were coming down from the greatest high you’ve ever felt. 

You opened your eyes after a few minutes and looked over to him. He was still watching you, taking everything in. 

“I’m sorry.” You barely we’re able to speak. “I didn’t think it would happen so fast… my god you can do wonders with that mouth.” 

He just smiled and laughed. “It’s a gift I suppose.” He said. 

You felt curious in the moment. “Can I .. taste?” You asked him. His face not quite knowing what you meant. 

“Uh well I mean can I kiss you ? I wanna taste it.” He seemed shocked and super turned on at the same time. 

Without speaking he leaned in and kissed me. Dipping his tongue onto mine. Letting me really get the whole thing. “Mmmm” I moaned. He released me. 

“You are full of surprises (Y/L/N). I wish I could get into that head of yours and know exactly what you’re thinking right now.” 

I looked away and smiled. “I'm thinking why the hell it took me so long to work up the courage to do this.” And laughed. 

We laid there in silence for a couple of minutes before speaking again. I wanted more. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of the feelings he gave me. I needed to know what else he could do to me. 

Without saying a word I rolled over and straddled him. My pussy pressing into his lower abdomen. He would probably have a trail of juices from me once I move off. I didn’t care. In fact it excited me more. 

I ran my hands through his chest hair first and then casually worked my way up to his face, leaning down and pressing my lips onto his. 

I could feel his hands grab at my ass trying to push me into him harder. His hips began to push upward into me. The pressure from his jeans on my clit made me feel like I could burst again at any time. 

My hands tweaked at his nipples while we kissed. He moaned into my mouth signaling to me that he liked that. I pulled away and moved his hands from my ass so that I could move myself down. Now sitting on his thighs I was in a perfect position to get what I wanted. 

“Tell me something ..” I spoke. “Why the fuck are you still wearing pants?” I asked as partially a joke but also partially serious. I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to know what he tasted like. 

He seemed surprised by my advances. At this point I didn’t care though. I felt no reservations about what we were doing. 

“Be my guest.” He said while gesturing towards the zipper. 

I undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper suddenly feeling the heat rise inside me again. I could feel how hard he was getting through his pants. He lifted his lower body so that I could pull his clothing off. Once I removed his boxers, his cock practically sprung outward to be set free. 

“You see what you do to me?” He asked. 

Fuck I wanted him so badly now. The way he talked to me just made me drip more. I couldn’t control myself. I felt ravenous. 

I had never given a blowjob before so I wasn’t sure where to start. He must have been reading my face because he leaned up some and said, “Hold the base while you lick the tip. Once you’re comfortable you slowly take in more. Don’t push yourself though.” 

I felt so intimidated by his size. To be fair I didn’t have any experience to compare it to but I’ve watched enough porn to know he was sizable. He was what I would classify as an average length, however his width was twice the size I expected. 

I moved from his body to get down on my knees in front of the bed just like he had for me. He stared down at me, studying my every move. I pushed myself up and grabbed the base just like he told me to. I barely touched him and he had already let out a grunt. 

“Tsk tsk Munson. Getting excited already ?” I teased him like he did to me. 

“Can you blame me ?” He asked while continuing to watch you. 

You let your tongue slide right over the slit. It tasted a little salty. You explored the head of his cock with your tongue a little more while cradling his balls. It looked like guys really liked that in porn. Based off Eddie dropping his head a bit while I was doing it, I think they were right. 

After getting a feel for the taste I began to bop my head lower on to his shaft. Girls make it look so easy.. I already wanna start gagging. I didn’t though. I held it in as much as I could. 

Eddie began getting more excited as he began to push upward for me to take in more.

I watched his body move slowly up and down while he fucked my mouth. This was so hard but watching him enjoy it was worth it times a thousand. 

“Fucking fuck” he let out. I thought about making a joke about his language but I didn’t want to disturb his pattern. He was enjoying it so much and I felt as if I could cum from just watching him enjoy himself.

“Baby are you sure you’ve never done this before ?” He asked through unsteady breaths. 

I took him out of my mouth but continued to use my hand to glide up and down on him, using my saliva as a lubricant. 

“You’re my one and only.” I told him while placing gentle kisses on his thighs. 

“If you want me to cum during sex you need to stop. I don’t think I can take much more.” He said while pushing his hair from his now very sweaty forehead. 

I did want him to cum while we fucked. I wanted to watch him cum inside me. The thought alone made me press my finger back onto my clit. 

“I want you inside me Eddie. I need you. Now” I breathed. 

He lunged his body forward and grabbed me by my waist, throwing me onto the bed. 

Leaning over me he slid his hand onto my neck so that I was staring right at him. 

“If I hurt you or if you don’t feel comfortable - Any reason at all you need me to stop, tell me. I want this to be all about you. Okay ?” He asked. 

“Yes okay.” I said. He kissed me hard before moving down towards my hips. I watched as he leaned over to grab the lube and condom. It was like watching an artist paint. You couldn’t help but find it fascinating. The way he moved was so slow yet precise. He was so beautiful. 

The sound of the foil being undone snapped you back to reality. You watched as he rolled the condom onto his firm cock. He squirted just a little bit of lube into his hand and stroked himself with it. 

“Okay my love. I’m ready. Are you ready?” He asked while examining my face to make sure he knew I wasn’t lying. 

“I’m ready. I need you.” You blurted. 

He spread your thighs as far as they could go and used his fingers to massage your opening a little bit in hopes of loosening you up. 

You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and braced yourself. He leaned down over you, now hovering your mouth with his own. 

He pushed himself into you just a tad but enough for you to gasp loudly into his mouth. 

It hurt. It hurt a ton. But you didn’t want him to stop so you tried your best to suppress the pain. 

“Keep going.” You murmured. 

He had been waiting for the green light to keep going. 

He bucked his hips further into you. This may have been the most painful thing you’ve ever felt in your whole life. It began to be too hard for you to mask your emotions. He was only about half way inside of you but  it felt like much more than that. He sucked on your neck as he pushed just a little more. 

You were thankful he couldn’t see your face right now. You let out moans but not the good kind- he didn’t need to know that though. I wanted this- I just needed to get through the discomfort. “Keep going.” You whispered. 

“Fuck- oh fuck.” He quietly moaned out into your neck. “You feel so fucking tight. I could cum right now.” 

This felt like the best opportunity to let him. As much as I wanted it, I needed it to be over soon. The pain was starting to become almost unbearable. 

“Cum for me Eddie. Give me all of you.” You let out into his ear. That was all he needed. 

He pushed himself all the way into you and you both began to cry out for two different reasons. Through the pain you watched him cum inside you. 

His face was gorgeous as he let go. The noises that left his lips I wish I could hear over and over again. 

His head fell into my chest and rested there for what felt like years. Time just stopped and you never wanted it to start again. 

He slowly came back to life and lifted his body enough to pull out of you. He removed the condom and disposed of it before coming back to bed. 

I just laid there in silence, basking in all my glory. 

Eddie laid next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist. 

“Well are the reviews in yet?” He asked with a grin. 

I rolled to my side so that we were both looking at each other. 

“I can honestly tell you that it was the best I’ve ever had.” I said before we both laughed. 

“Hey I know I said that this only needed to happen one time but … I was kinda hoping maybe we could do it again sometime …?” You asked in a hopeful tone. 

He smiled and leaned up to kiss me. “How about right now ?” He asked before climbing back on top of me.

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[juiceinpanties]

A Proper S'more, pt 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson/afab!reader

Rating(s): E

Words: ~5.5k

Tags: smut!, humping, nipple play, semi-public sexual activity, drug use (just some pot), flirting through food, friends to lovers, established friendship, oral (both), dirty talk, rough sex, LOTS of kissing, fingering, ass play, a bit of come play, unwrapped penetrative sex, subbie!Eddie, but also not-as-subbie Eddie, praise kink (him), reader likes to be called dirty names

Summary: Your best friend Eddie Munson invites you camping, and while you're reluctant at first, you realize this might be just the chance you need to finally show him how you feel.

Notes: I was rage-inspired by the TERRIBLE take on s'mores they recently featured on Great British Bake-Off. Pretty sure this is the first time the British have inspired hot, sexy smut. Thanks as always to @tonybourdain for her invaluable help as beta, idea bouncer-off-ofer, and just all around wonderful and amazing human.

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated and PLEASE reblog if you can! It's how posts spread around here; likes are appreciated, but they do nothing to boost interaction. :)

part 1 | part 2

In case you wanna read on Ao3 instead

Later that night you're all cleaning up dinner mess and stashing everything in bear-safe containers when Eddie sidles your way and smiles a little. "Hey."

"Hi," you say. "I heard Dustin tell Mike you peed your pants."

He rolls his eyes. "That little shit. He makes Dennis the Menace look angelic. Don't worry; I'll get him back in the next campaign and he knows it."

You can't help but giggle at the random shit that comes out of Eddie's mouth sometimes. "Sorry about that," you say.

"Don't worry about it. Worth it." He grins at you, his dark eyes big and bright even in the low light. "Way worth it." He clears his throat and tucks his thumbs into his back pockets before changing his mind and playing with a lock of hair instead.

"Do you want to—maybe, if you’re into it, no pressure—meet up later?" he mumbles.

"Like when later?"

He drags the bit of hair over his mouth. "Umm...maybe after everyone's gone to bed? Meet up here, then...go somewhere else?"

"Yeah, Grove. I'd like that." You lean in and lower your voice. "I wasn't done with you."

His cheeks turn pink and he fights a grin. "I wasn't done with you either, princess."

"Good," you say. "Later, then."

"Uh huh. Later." He stumbles a little as he prances away, but he rights himself and offers a wave to let you know he's okay. Jesus he's so cute. Bambi on ice like 80% of the time, at least.

You and Nancy are sharing a tent, but you know she wants to sneak off to Steve and Eddie's tent...and you want to sneak off with Eddie, so really it all works out. She gives you a knowing grin as you don't bother taking off your boots when you crawl inside.

"Meeting Eddie later?" she whispers.

You blush and fiddle with your boot laces. "Mhmm. We sort of got interrupted earlier."

"Uh huh, Steve mentioned that. Just be careful, okay? You don't want to get lost out there."

You nod. "Eddie seems like he knows these woods pretty well, and there's always Boy Scout Steve if we get too turned around."

"I think the kids are pretty much asleep if you want to go now," she says. "Don't forget the flashlight."

You grab it and crawl out. "Thanks, Nance," you whisper as she zips the flaps shut behind you.

The fire is banked for the night, but there's a nearly full moon, so you're able to make it to the picnic table without much trouble. You sit on the bench to wait, and before long Eddie appears. He smiles and presses a finger to his lips, then takes your hand to lead you into the woods.

He has a battery-powered lantern, but he keeps it off until you're far enough away it won't be noticed. He stops every now and then to tie bright orange streamers to trees. You poke his arm and point at one with a questioning gesture.

"Steve," he whispers. "Good ol' Boy Scout Steve. He gave them to me so we wouldn't get lost."

"What a thoughtful boy," you say.

"Uh huh."

You hike for a bit longer, until you reach a clearing bright from the full moon. He grins over his shoulder at you and spreads out the blanket he brought. "Wanna sit?" he says.

You drop down next to him with a smile. "So," you say. "What's on your mind tonight, Munson?"

"Hm?" He looks up from where he's fiddling with the lantern and quickly looks away again. "Oh, you know. Nothing. Just, uh. Just thought we could come hang out. You know, away from all the...everybody."

He clears his throat and settles down on the blanket, but he has his lighter in one hand and is flipping it over and over. He won't look at you.

"Grove?" you say, nudging him a little. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yep, sure, everything's—everything's great. Um." He pushes to his feet and wanders away. Being so close to you is making his brain scramble. You smell so good, wood smoke and sweetness, and you're so warm and soft. There's a fire burning low in his belly, and every time he looks at you it just gets hotter.

"A little chilly out here, huh? Shoulda brought another blanket. Shit. Don't want you to be cold. We could go back if you—oh. Hi."

You've moved to stand in front of him, and with his nervous pacing he didn't hear you. You take his hand in yours and lead him back to the blanket. "Let's just sit," you say. "We don't have to do anything. It's just us, Grover. You and me, same as always."

"Riiiight," he says, doubtfully. "Except I've had my mouth on your nipples now."

"True. Does that make things different?"

"Um." He rubs a hand over his lips and his eyes dart down to your chest, then back up to your face. "Maybe a little. But only because I wanna do it again."

You smile. "I'd like you to do it again. But it can wait. Hey, do you still have that baggie?"

"Ohhh yeah good call." He fishes the baggie out of his pocket and grabs one of the joints. "Too bad we didn't bring any marshmallows."

"I think we'll live. If I get the munchies I'll just nibble on you."

Even in the low light you can see how his cheeks flush at that. He ducks his head to light the joint and takes a slow, deep drag before passing it to you. "Have you always been this evil?" he says on the exhale.

You shrug and take a pull. "Probably. I just keep it hidden most of the time."

He settles down with one knee pulled up, his arm draped over it. You lean against his other side and tangle your free arm with his.

"I kinda like it," he says after a contemplative silence. "I like..." He cuts his eyes your way, then back out toward the trees. He shifts his ass a little. "I like...hanging out with you."

"Mmm," you say. "I like hanging out with you too." You finish off the joint and pass him the roach to store away, then rest your head on his shoulder. Your voice softens. "I like what happened earlier."

He tucks the Sucrets tin away. "I liked it too." He's quiet, fiddling with the laces on his boots before he undoes them and sets them aside. When he comes back he lets his hand wander until his arm is around you and you're pressed against his chest. His eyes are on the stars as he wrestles with what to say. He wants you to know how much you mean to him, how much he cares about you.

He clears his throat and turns his head to press a soft kiss to the top of your head and take a deep breath of your sweet scent.

"I just, um—I don't want you to think that I—that that's all I want now. Just, you know. Dirty stuff."

You tilt your chin back to look at him, then kiss his jaw. "I know you don't. I don't either. But I'll tell you a secret."

"Hmm?" he says, angling his head so he can see your face.

You grin at him. "I like the dirty stuff," you whisper.

His mouth curves in a bashful grin. "Yeah?" He runs his finger over your lips. "You mean with me, or in general?"

You catch his finger between your teeth and swirl your tongue around it. His breath catches and his eyes go wide. "With you," you murmur. "Just you, Grove."

"Fuck," he says on a rough exhale. His hand buries itself in your hair and he drags you up to kiss you. You respond with a little whimper, kissing him back desperately, and he slowly pushes you back onto the blanket.

"Want you, princess," he breathes between hot, hungry kisses. "Wanna take such good care of you. Make you feel so good."

"Mmmm it's my turn!" you say. You push at his shoulder until he rolls over, and you pounce on top of him. He lets out a surprised, breathless laugh that turns to a quiet moan when you bite the spot where the pulse pounds in his neck. You swirl your tongue against the spot and reach down to tug at his shirt.

His back arches enough to get it off, and then you're working your way down, kissing and biting and sucking. "Marks?" you ask.

He gives a quick, desperate nod. "Please! Mark me all up, baby!" He wants to be marked, wants to look in the mirror tomorrow and see you all over him. He wants to remember how hungry you were for him, how you wanted him as much as he wants you.

You smirk and do as he's begging. You bite harder. Suck longer. You kiss and lick every mark you leave, and soon you've made your way down to his soft tummy and the delicate line that leads down from his bellybutton.

"Can I take these off?" you say as you hook your finger in the waistband of his jeans.

He swallows. His heart is pounding so hard he can barely think. "Yeah, babe. Please."

You undo the button, then slowly unzip them before tugging them down to his ankles. You sit back on your knees to study him: shirt off, jeans around his ankles, cock big in his blue boxers.

"Such a slutty boy," you say with a little grin. You run your fingers along his erection. "Is this for me?"

He whimpers, hips bucking a little. "Yeah, fuck, all yours!"

"Mmmmm." You lean down to bite his tummy and pull his boxers off. His cock springs free and you lick your lips at the sight of it: thick and hard and so pink, even in the low light. "So pretty," you murmur. You wrap your hand around it and rub your thumb across the head. "Of course such a pretty boy has a pretty cock."

"You think—you think I'm pretty?"

You look up at him with his big eyes, flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips. "I think you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen," you say. You kiss the tip of his cock and suck it into your mouth.

He makes a rough, high-pitched noise and grips the blanket for dear life. "Fuck, babe! Please!"

"Please what, baby boy? Use your words."

He whines through clenched teeth. "Need your mouth, princess! Suck my cock, please!"

You shiver and clench your thighs together at the rush of wet heat in your cunt. "Gonna, sweet boy. You sound so pretty begging like that." You suck him into your mouth, deep, and he groans.

You wanted to tease him, make this really last, but you're so goddamn wet and your pussy is throbbing so hard you don't have the patience. Instead you suck him like your life depends on it, rough and sloppy and hungry.

He loves every second of it. "Fuck, princess, oh fuck! Fuckin A don't stop, don't stop, just like that!!"

Your head bobs as his cock fills your mouth, the flared head presses into your throat. You gag, pull out, and repeat. Drool drips down his shaft and onto his balls, and you wrap one hand around the base and the other around his sack. You squeeze, just a little, and at the noise he makes you do it again.

You pop off and smirk at him, at his flushed cheeks and messy hair and slack mouth. "Dirty boy. Look at this hard, leaky cock! I bet you want to come, don't you?"

He makes an incoherent, wrecked noise and manages to nod, then shakes his head. "Whatever you want, baby! I'm yours. Cock's yours!"

"Mmmm." You lick your swollen lips. "That's right. What a good boy." You stroke him slowly, enjoying the thick, hot feel of him in your hand. Your thumb rubs along the underside, presses against the spot where the shaft meets the head, then strokes over the pink tip. You swirl it through the pre-come gathered there, then bring your thumb to your mouth to lick it clean.

He watches you with a dazed expression, then his head falls back on a groan. "Please! Need more, fuck, please!"

"Since you asked so nicely," you say and dip your head to flick your tongue against him. He twitches, so you do it again. You're still stroking his shaft and playing with his balls, and now when you suck him into your mouth his hips stutter and jerk and you almost choke on him.

"Fuck! Fuck, baby, sorry!" he gasps.

You shake your head to tell him it's okay and keep going. As you suck you press your thumb against his perineum and stroke in firm, steady circles. That takes him to the next level.

"Gonna come, princess, fuck fuck that's so fuckin' good so—goddamn—FUCK!" He lets out a long, ragged moan and his come fills your mouth, hot and thick and salty. You swallow as much as you can in eager gulps, but a bit dribbles out onto your chin.

You keep lathing him with your tongue until he's a twitching, whimpering mess and he tries to stop you. "Too much! Gotta—fuck!"

You ignore him and don't let up. Your tongue is soft and wet against his too-sensitive cockhead and he thinks he might die. Words are beyond him; he's making the most desperate little whimpering sounds you've ever heard, and it's making you crazy.

"F—f—uuu—ck!" he chokes out. "Baaaaaby!!"

Finally you take pity and grin up at him. At the sight of you with your red, swollen lips and his come on your mouth he groans and drags you up to him. He kisses you hungrily, sucking and slurping every drop of himself off your mouth even as his tongue plunges in and out and tangles with yours.

You both moan and he rolls you over so that he's on top of you. The kisses don't stop, but somehow get hotter and deeper.

"That was so fuckin' good, angel," he rasps. "Fuck! Didn't know it could be that good! You're fuckin' incredible!"

"Taste so good, Eddie!" you say. "Coulda sucked your cock all night!"

He chokes out a laugh. "That probably woulda killed me."

You giggle and kiss him again. "Good thing I stopped then."

"Uh huh, because I gotta get my mouth on this cunt." He presses his hand between your thighs, then pulls it away with a dismayed look at his rings. "Hang on," he says.

You grab his hand with a mischievous smirk. Your eyes steady on his, you suck his finger into your mouth and wrap your lips around the ring. You slowly drag it off, then do it again for the other two.

He's staring at you with stars in his eyes. "Holy shit!" he breathes. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

You giggle and hand him the rings. "A little party trick, I guess," you say.

"Excellent trick. Remind me to attend more parties if you're gonna be there."

"You hate parties," you murmur as you tug him back down to you.

"I could learn to like 'em if you're gonna be suckin' my fingers," he says with a grin. He pulls your shirt up and over your head, then kisses his way down to your tits. Like earlier he spends ages on them: licking and sucking your nipples. Biting a little. Tugging them with his teeth. He kneads your tits with both hands and lathes his tongue back and forth over each sensitive bud until you're writhing under him.

"Eddie, please! My pussy!"

He gives a rough, hungry groan and finally moves on to kiss and bite his way down your tummy. He bites the pudge below your bellybutton. Sucks and laps his tongue over your soft skin.

He undoes your shorts and you lift your hips so he can tug them and your panties down together, and you kick the clothes away. He sits up and swallows hard. "You're so fuckin' pretty, baby girl," he says in an awestruck voice.

Your skin seems to glow in the moonlight, your nipples dark and swollen like ripe cherries. Between your thighs he can just make out the crisp whorl of hair on your mound and the way your puffy lips glisten when you squirm under his gaze.

"Is this for me?" he murmurs, his palm coming to rest against your pussy. "This sweet thing's all for me?"

"All for you, Eddie," you gasp. "Please don't tease me! God I need to come!"

"Greedy little thing," he says. "Guess it's your turn to beg, huh?" He drags a fingertip up and down your slit and you can't stop the needy little noises that fall from your lips.

"Please!" you whine. "Need your mouth, baby boy!"

He groans and ducks his head to kiss you before falling between your thighs. He kisses the inside of your knee then spreads you wide. Bites the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and sucks until you hiss.

"Can I leave a mark, princess?"

"Uh huh! Where no one'll see."

"Mmmm. Mine," he murmurs and sucks several big, dark marks. You squirm and writhe and whine, undone before he's even touched your cunt.

"And this is mine too," he says about the cunt in question. He kisses your labia. Drags his tongue up and down, then licks his lips as he savors the taste of you. "Goddamn you taste good, princess!"

"More, please!" you gasp.

He grunts and tugs your legs over his shoulders so he can really bury his face in you. He spreads you and licks every inch of you. Dips his tongue inside and swirls. Flicks up to your clit and then stops just before touching it.

"Hmmm. What's this?" he says. "A strawberry, all fat and pretty and ripe just for me?"

"Uh huh! Tastes good, too!"

He smirks and wraps his lips around it to suck. Your hips come up off the blanket with a little cry, but he holds you steady and still. "Can you be good, baby? I'll tell you when you can move."

You bite your lip. Where did that whiny, begging little boy go? Eventually you manage a nod. "I can be good," you say. "I'll be still."

"Good girl." He presses his mouth against you again and lathes his tongue back and forth across your ridiculously sensitive clit. You moan his name and grip the blanket and your thighs and belly are tense as you resist the urge to rock against his face.

His hands slide up your body to squeeze your tits, pinch your nipples. You can't help it: you writhe under him, whimpering his name, but he doesn't let up or make you stop. He's making the hungriest noises you've ever heard as he slurps and sucks at your clit. You look down at him, his big eyes and flushed cheeks, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, fingers tight enough to leave marks on your tits.

"Eddie oh god!" you gasp. "Eddie, please, please! Need fingers, baby!"

"Not yet," he mumbles and goes back to sucking. You taste so fucking good and you're so responsive and desperate! His cock is fully hard all over again, aching and throbbing, and he ruts against the blanket in wanton desperation.

"Fuck fuck oh fuck!" you whimper. "That's so good, fuck!!"

"You can move, baby. Fuck my face."

"Eddie!!" you cry. Your hips buck; you grab a handful of his hair to hold him tight against you; your thighs grip his head and he tugs and twists your nipples.

"Please!" you breathe. "Oh god please!" You're so close you can taste it, your tummy tightening and clenching as the orgasm closes in. He knows it too, and he doesn't let up. His tongue pulses and lashes against your clit and that's it, you can't take it anymore. You grind against his face and bite down on your free hand to muffle your scream of pleasure as the wave breaks over you.

He groans and laps up the rush of wetness and before you can catch your breath he's sinking his middle two fingers into you, deep, and you let out a soft cry.

"Eddie!"

"You asked for fingers, princess," he says, his voice rough. "I live to serve."

He leans up to kiss you, letting you suck your orgasm off his swollen lips. "You want another one, greedy girl?"

"Uh huh!" you gasp with a desperate nod. "Please!"

He groans and kisses you again. "Knew you'd be so good, baby. Knew you were my goddamn dream girl."

You push your fingers through his hair, shoving it away from his sweaty face, and bite and nip at his jaw. His neck. You suck his earlobe into your mouth and he whimpers your name.

He works you with his sensitive fingers, curling and flexing them until he finds the spot that makes you whine against his ear. "There, princess?"

"Right there!"

He kisses you hard and starts to fingerfuck you rough and fast. He twists them. Scissors them open and closed. You squeeze around him and the sloppy, filthy sounds your cunt is making drive you both wild. His face is set and intense, his dark eyes steady on yours with a line between his brows and his full mouth thinned in concentration. You're all he can see, his entire universe, and neither of you wants the feeling to end.

"Oh god!" you whine. "Oh god, Eddie, that's—oh fuck please!!"

"Come for me, baby girl," he croons. He kisses you and nips at your lip. "Make a mess for me. Take what you need, princess. Whatever you need."

You grip his hair with one hand and the blanket with the other as you buck up onto his fingers. He moves with you, setting a harsh, driving rhythm that makes you want to scream. When he twists his hand and his thumb finds your clit that's it, you're gone. You yank his hair and moan his name and clench around his fingers so tight he hisses.

He watches you as the orgasm grips your body, the way your chest heaves and your tummy ripples and clenches. Your thighs are shaking and there are tears running down your cheeks. He kisses them away so gently, his lips soft and sweet on your heated cheeks.

Eddie eases his dripping hand from your cunt and grins at you. "You did make a mess, princess. You squirted for me. What a good girl!"

You shudder and nod. "That—happens—sometimes. But never with someone else," you say through deep, panting breaths.

"Oof," he says, a rough exhale like you punched him. "That's so fuckin' hot. I'm honored, baby. Thank you."

You giggle and sit up enough to wrap your hand around his cock. You squeeze. "You did it, silly. I'm the one who should be thanking you."

He hisses and carefully removes your fingers from his dick. "Stop that. Bad girl. I have plans for that."

"Oh do you? Care to share with the whole class?"

"Uh huh, I will. First..." He grabs his pack and hands you the bottle of water from inside it.

"Ooo, smart boy." You take several long, thirsty gulps before handing it back so he can do the same.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at you, the really big one that crinkles up his whole face, and you can't help but grin back. You murmur his name and pull him close for soft, easy kisses, and he manages to get the lid back on the water bottle before he's on top of you again.

"Hang on, angel. Gotta—" He twists away just long enough to grab a condom from a pocket of his jacket, and then he's back to kiss up and down your neck.

"You brought condoms?"

He gives a sheepish shrug. "I always carry one with me. Just in case."

"Uh huh. Eddie 'The Stud' Munson."

"Ha. Yeah, that's me." He strokes his hands up and down your sides and you arch into it. "Tell me what you want, princess."

"I—fuck." You push at his shoulder so that he turns onto his back. "Like this," you say. "Got a taste for it earlier."

"Not gonna complain," he says. He squeezes your thighs and hands you the condom.

You study him a moment. "You know, I'm on the pill."

His eyes widen just a little. "Really?"

"Mhmm. I've always used a condom before."

"Me too," he says, swallowing hard. "Do you wanna—not?"

You lean down to kiss him. "I'd love to feel you come inside me," you murmur against his mouth.

He's pretty sure he's died and gone to Heaven, but somehow he manages to nod. "Yeah, princess. Whatever you want."

You smirk, toss the condom aside, and straddle him. "Ready, sweet boy?"

"God yeah! Please, baby!"

He holds himself steady for you and with long, filthy moan you sink down onto him. "Oh god!!" you whimper as he stretches you. You're absolutely dripping wet, but even after 2 orgasms you aren't used to taking something so big. You can feel the head snug inside you and it's incredible.

"Eddie!! Fuck!" you whimper. "Oh fuck you're so big!!"

"Baby girl!" he gasps. He cannot believe how good you feel, how hot and slick and just right. "Perfect little cunt, perfect little princess!" He smirks at you and squeezes your thighs again. "But not so perfect, huh? More like the perfect little slut."

Your eyes widen and your cunt clenches around him. "Say it again, baby."

He rocks up into you and you move against him. "Is that what you are, baby? My little slut? Perfect princess on the outside, hungry little whore on the inside?"

"Oh fuck!!" you cry, your head calling back. No one has ever talked to you like this before, and it's doing things to you. "Eddieeee!"

"Ride me, baby," he grunts. "Take that cock. It's all yours, sweetheart. Your cock."

You whimper and don't waste any more time. You brace your hands on his chest and grind down onto him. You wiggle until you get just the right angle, then lifts your hips and drop back down. You both hiss. He grips your hips, his fingers digging in so that the skin turns white around them, and soon you're fucking him in earnest, his big cock hitting you just right, your clit grinding between you in a way that makes you whine.

"Greedy girl," he breathes. "Fuck I love it! Love the way you take my cock, love how much you need it!"

"Gonna come, gonna—can't—oh my god!!" You can't believe you're coming again, fourth time tonight, and it's so fucking good, better each and every time. "Eddie!" you gasp. "God, Eddie!!"

He squeezes your ass, then carefully lifts you off of him. You're confused in your post-orgasmic haze, but you can see him smirking at you. "On your knees, princess. Down on your elbows."

You moan and do as you're told. "Don't hold back, Eddie," you breathe as he kneels behind you. "I can take it hard like this. I'll stop you if it's too much."

"Fuck," he says. He whispers your name and strokes a hand down your back. You feel the tip nudge your entrance, and then he's inside you, all one stroke that buries him to the hilt.

You cry out and push back against him. "Fuck me!" you whine. "Fuck me, baby, please!"

He's very glad he already came once or he'd be in trouble right now. As it is he can hold on enough to give you what you want. He pulls out and slams in again, the force of it rocking through you. You grip fistfuls of the blanket and beg for more, faster, like that, more!!

He fucks you deep and slow, no matter how much you beg for him to go faster. Your ass is so soft and round against him. He spreads it with both hands, then licks his fingertip and presses it against your hole.

"Eddie?" you whimper.

"Shhh, baby. I got you. Stop me if you don't want it." He drags his finger down to grab some of your wetness and pulls it up to your hole; over and over until you're slick all the way up.

"Don't stop!" you manage. He's deep inside you, rocking and grinding, and it's a maddening, delicious tease. "Fill me up, Eddie."

"Mmmm, you wanna be stuffed full, princess?"

"Uh huh! Please!"

He loves how wrecked and desperate and cock-drunk you sound. He sides his finger in and out of his mouth, getting it nice and slick, and slowly, carefully pushes it into your ass.

It hurts a little, a rough burn, but it's also good, so fucking good, and you rock back into him with a hungry whine. "Like that! Fuck, Eddie, like that!"

He draws more of your slick up until he can get his finger in to the second knuckle and he just holds it there as he fucks you. Harder. Faster. He grips your shoulder with his free hand for leverage and pulls you back with each thrust forward. He's grunting and gasping your name and you've never felt so full and used and delicious.

"Don't stop!" you gasp. "Oh fuck don't stop!!"

"Oh god oh fuck goddamn, princess, I can't—" He bites his lip hard, but it's no good. He's gonna come. You feel incredible, sound so good, are so desperate and needy for him still, after four orgasms, and he can't hang on. "Gonna—fuck!!"

He fills you in a hot, breathless rush, and you moan at the sensation. "Eddie!!"

He's groaning, his head thrown back, but when he hears your wrecked voice he realizes you didn't come again. He pulls out and stops the rush of your mingled come with his fingers. He draws some of it up to your ass so he can fuck you there while he fingers your cunt, and he twists his hand to press his thumb to your clit.

You whine, completely overwhelmed. "Eddie!" It's all you can manage: his name, like a mantra. Your brain is utterly gone, fucked out on the forest floor, and now he's got you stuffed full with three fingers in your aching cunt and another deep in your ass.

"One more, baby," he rasps. "I know you can do it. One more just for me."

"Can't!" you whimper. "Can't, Eddie, can't!"

"Yeah you can. Pretty little slut. Sweet little princess. Come for me. Look at you, takin' me like a goddamn pro. You love it. I know you do."

"I do!!" you say, your voice high and thready. "God fuck oh god!" After that you can't form words; it's all just sensation, pleasure and sharp, heady spikes of almost-pain, and soon you're giving him what he wants, another orgasm, and this one rings you out and leaves you boneless and spent and outside of yourself.

He whispers sweet, soothing words and carefully pulls out of you. Wipes one hand on his bandana, then gathers you against his chest. You look up at him, wide-eyed and stunned, and he kisses the tears off your cheeks again before sliding the fingers that had been in your cunt between your lips.

You moan at the mingled taste of the two of you and suck them clean.

"Good girl," he croons. "Fuck, you're such a good girl. That was insane, baby. Fucking incredible!" He replaces his fingers with his mouth and you kiss slow and easy as you ease back onto the blanket.

He wraps his arms around you and you snuggle into his chest. You still can't speak.

"Princess?" he murmurs against your hair. "You okay?"

You nod. Your fingers clench against him. "Yes. Yeah. Holy shit, Grove."

"Yeah," he says.

"That was..."

"Uh huh."

"Have you ever...?"

"Nope. Not like that. Have you?"

You shake your head. "Wow."

He grins and lifts his hand. "Yeah?"

You look up at him, face scrunched in confusion, but then comprehension dawns and you snort out a laugh. You tap your hand against his, too worn out to slap. "Yeah," you say. "You big fuckin' nerd."

"Emphasis on fuckin'," he says with a smirk.

You laugh again and roll away with a groan. "Oh god I hate you. Go away! You're fucking awful!!"

He cackles and drags you back against him. "You like it. You like me. You wanna have sex with me again. Don't lie, strawberry shortcake."

You give a drunken giggle and turn your head to bite his arm. "Yeah, doofus, I like you. And if I manage to ever walk again, I will definitely wanna have sex with you again."

"Whoop whoop! Calls for another one!" He lifts his hand again, and this time when you hit it you curl your fingers with his and lean in to kiss him.

"Dork," you murmur against his lips.

"Slut."

"Your slut."

"Uh huh. Your dork."

"Good," you breathe. "That's exactly what I want."

@briasnow-blog , @tayhar811

#eddie munson #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #stfic #emfic #smores

[kalicofox]

The Semi-Soulmate AU That Nobody Asked For

Something nobody ever told Danny was that, well. He was the king. Everyone assumed that someone else had told him, and honestly, he was doing an alright job at the whole thing, so...

He had to know, right?

No.

No he did not.

Of course he didn't know! How could he have?

His first hint was when he woke up at the stroke of midnight on his twentieth birthday, falling apart.

He panicked, because of course he did. Panicking when you were dissolving into aether was something any sane person would do! But it didn't last, because then he was gone and there was only The Realms.

And it was beautiful.

You see, there are rules, and then there are rules.

And one of the rules was this: No King of the Realms can rule without knowing what, exactly, it is that they rule.

And so, typically, (typically, she says, when there's only been two Kings, and Pariah was anything but typical.) the newly crowned King would go on a tour of the realm. They would meet their subjects, and explore the far reaches, and, although it would take a while (ages, millennia, eons,) they would eventually return with at least partial knowledge of their domain.

Danny had done none of that.

Danny hadn't known, because no one had told him.

The Realms had waited. Patiently at first, and with slowly growing impatience.

One year.

Three.

Five years, and the new King gave no indication that he was even thinking about touring the Realms.

So the Realms took matters into its own hands.

And stole the king away.

He was everything. Everywhere. Everywhen, all at once. Forever and Always, all at once.

He could see everything.

Feel his subjects, going about their 'lives'. 'Living', and loving, and 'dying', and being reborn elsewhere in a cycle that took him eons (the blink of an eye, the beat of a heart) to comprehend.

Someone screaming caught his attention, such as it was.

One of his subject being dragged unwillingly into one of the 'living' worlds.

This wasn't too uncommon. It happened often enough, with the advances that the 'living' had made in medical technologies. But this one was different.

The portal was different.

Putrid and sickening, it was a blemish on Danny's The Realms' self.

He couldn't interfere. He tried. He tried to close the portal, to block it, to cut the summoning, but nothing worked.

Fate had her hand in this, and The Realms hated her.

He couldn't help. So he reached out, and embraced the subject, instead.

And for a moment, (an eternity of eternities), they were one.

Mixing, blending, learning, mourning,

and then the portal surged, and the other was gone.

And The Realms Danny mourned.

The Realms spat him back out onto his bed.

The room was still dark.

The clock read fifteen minutes after midnight.

His phone told him it was his twentieth birthday.

But he felt so, unbearably old.

#writing #my writing #dpxdc #anyway #When the pits spit Jason out he's still feral and angry #but not because of the pit. #Because he had someone who cared dammit #someone who'd seen every single part of himself just as he'd seen them #and who had #for the briefest eternity #LOVED him #He's furious with Talia for ripping that away from him #Furious with himself for wanting it #but he trains #and learns and things go roughly the same #he goes back to Gotham. Decides that the Replacement still needs to die #And the trip across the country takes him through a city in Illinois. #Where he meets a familiar-unfamiliar-too-too-TOO familiar teacher

[gatitties]

Mute: O6. Locked up

O1. Flowers / O2. Friends! / O3. Study / O4. Ice-cream / O5. Sick / O6. Locked up / O7. Fight / O8. Friends? / O9. Grateful / 1O. Wishes

@chiyoso

"Man, I still don't know how someone like you can be friends with volleyball freaks."

You raised an eyebrow with a blank expression, the girls in the club were commenting on the weird friendship you had with the boys. You just shrugged, they really are different from what people say about them, they're not that intimidating.

"Well, enough talk, we have to finish planting the roses."

The three of you finished early so now you were buying some food for the team, you even looked like their manager, surely they would have asked you if you weren't in a club but your help was enough for them. You greeted the coach who was already used to seeing you there, he asked you for help to distribute the bottles along with towels, it seemed that today the practice had been extended because of Inter High, the date was approaching and they had to be concentrated.

"Thank you very much!"

Goshiki bowed, you laughed silently patting him on the back.

"Could you help us with something?"

Semi politely asked. You nodded, you just had to throw the ball for both Shirabu and Eita to set up Ushijima while Tendou blocked. You really loved watching them play. When they finished, you helped to clean up everything, even though they told you it wasn't necessary, you did. Practically everyone had already left, you were gathering your things when you heard some knocks coming from the men's locker room, surprised you observed how everyone seemed to be outside chatting, you shrugged leaving your things on the bench to take a look. The knocking stopped when you approached the door, you waited a few seconds to open it, there was no one in sight, you advanced another step and you got scared when you saw how a certain redhead screamed.

"Don't let the door-!" a dull noise was heard behind your back "close..."

You looked at the door, you pushed again and again but it seemed to be stuck, you kicked, you knocked but nothing worked. You turned to look at Tendou who was sitting on the ground staring at nothing.

"Tell me, do you have your phone there?"

You denied.

"Great."

«And your phone?»

"Dead."

«Oh...»

You pulled some of your locks back to sigh heavily, slid your back down the wall until you were sitting in front of Satori, he was watching you intently.

«How long do you think it will take them to realize we're not there?»

He put his hand to his chin, striking a thoughtful pose but with a funny expression.

"Minimum half hour."

You put on a bad face, you didn't like being locked up and even less so in a locker room where you can't do anything.

"Okay, okay, let's do something to distract ourselves."

You thanked with a smile. You spent a while thinking about what to do until you decided to have a staring contest which you constantly lost. Tired of losing, you did nothing again, with your arms crossed looking at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, you just watched as he placed you on his lap, you were turning your back on him so he started playing with your hair, relaxing you.

"Do you have a hair tie?"

You looked at him strangely but you still gave him one that you used to have on your wrist in case the hair bothered you. He started to group your hair to make different hairstyles that didn't turn out very well, surely you would have tangled hair after this, in the end he ended up making you a weird braid but at least he tried.

"Hey, hey, I want you to comb my hair too!"

Now he was positioned so that when you turned you could comb him, with nothing else to do you started combing his hair with your hand, running your fingers through some strands you noticed that his hair was really soft and silky. You inadvertently spent fifteen minutes braiding his hair in small pieces, when you were done you patted him on the back so you could see him. Your cheeks took on a little pink color when you saw how he smiled at you with his eyes closed, adding the braided hair on the sides made it look even cuter.

"I know I'm handsome, but I feel like you're undressing me with your eyes."

He dramatized taking a hand to his head and waist, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Have you been watching for so long? He let out a laugh at your confusion and nervousness, at that moment you looked like a lost puppy in his eyes. He couldn't help but pull your cheeks until they were red, you tried to stop him but you failed letting him do what he wanted.

"Tendou, you're going to hurt her."

The stoic voice resounded throughout the locker room, they had finally realized it, you were mentally grateful that Ushijima distracted the redhead to get out of his grip and pinch his arm for not leaving you alone, he only complained making a mockery.

«I wish I had spent more time with her»

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as you gathered your things and returned to your room saying goodbye to them.

«I should spend more time with him»

You closed the door of your room, fiddling with the hair tie that you had used to tie your hair, still with the image of the boy present in your mind.

«What are you doing to me?»

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu xreader #reader inser #mute reader #tendou #tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #fem reader #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #tendou fanfic #sfw #reader insert #x reader

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Silly One

Summary: Making a late-night ingredient grocery trip together, leads to a snowball fight.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,848 

Changkyun (I.M) X Reader

[Mentions: Kihyun]

Requested: heya! how does prompt 11 with monsta x changkyun sound? —--- im thinking maybe he starts a spontaneous snowball fight because reader did or said something astronomically dumb, or vice versa, or something else along those lines. up to you! happy writing~ looking forward to it ^_^

Prompt: 11. "Snowball fight!"

[A/n: Thank you @zedwards for helping me further envision what you wanted to read! It was a lot sweeter and softer with your ideas! I hope you enjoy this!]

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You’re sitting on the couch, starting to grow bored of the TV series you're watching. You look over to see Changkyun take off his headphones, taking a break from his game, and he says, “The boys are tired of gaming.” You nod, looking at the clock. It’s seven at night, and you smile as you see his eyes light up, “You know what we’ve never done?” You tilt your head at him, waiting for him to continue, and he smiles, “What do you say to us making cookies and fudge together, tonight?” You gasp, “We’ve never done that!” He stands up from his chair, and you get off the couch, pausing your show that was boring you to tears. You follow him into the kitchen and find the cookbooks. “What kind?” “Let’s go with two that are easy.” You nod, and both of you look through the recipes, “Oh, what about chocolate chip cookies?” He nods and shows you a recipe for chocolate fudge. You grin, “Oh, this is only five ingredients. It will be quick!” He nods, and you flip another page in yours. 

While he starts pulling everything out for it, he gasps, “We don’t have two.” You pout as you look up from your cookbook, “What do we have right now?” He shows you the nearly full containers of sugar and vanilla he pulled out. You move past him to search for other ingredients and find you have enough flour for the cookies. You check the fridge, “Oh, I guess we're going on a grocery trip first.” He hums, and you write down a list of everything that the two of you would need to bake. You follow him out the door, and he goes, “Do you think we need the car?” You shake your head, “It’s just going to be cans and some boxes.” You both walk to the store hand in hand. And he pulls you close to him every time a cold gust of snowy wind hits you. 

You both walk the isles and sigh, “You’d think it’d say baking goods on the signs.” You look down, not even scanning them, and he giggles as he goes, “It does.” You quickly look up to see the aisle you were about to pass, says, “Baking goods, oil, sugar, and coffee.” You shake your head, “Well, at least you saw it.” He laughs and leads you down the aisle, and he gets the cocoa from the top shelf as you find the correct chocolate chips. He asks, “Semi-sweet, right?” You nod and see it in the middle, “Big bag or little?” “Big bag, the best part of chocolate chip cookies is the chocolate chips.” You laugh as you agree, and he grabs two cans of sweetened condensed milk. While you get the baking powder and soda. 

You head to the refrigerated aisle and grab some butter and eggs, “Nothing else, right?” He shakes his head, “We have enough salt in our shakers.” You agree, and you take it to the cashier, and they ring you up, and you pay for the total. And then you both begin the walk home, “Oh, the snow stopped coming down, that’s nice.” He agrees, “But there’s more snow on the ground.” 

As you pass by the park, covered in blankets of snow. He goes, “You know how I grabbed sweetened condensed milk?” You nod, “Yeah.” He laughs as he tells you, “It was maybe a year ago now, but I used to think it was just solid milk in a can… Like the consistency of like pudding or jello or something like that.” You stop walking, confused, “What?” He shrugs, “What?” You ask, “You’ve never heard of people using it in their coffee or something like that?” He shakes his head, stopping in his tracks, too, “I drink my coffee black, and I’ve never watched a baking show.” You laugh, “Oh yeah, I forgot you’re weird like that. No sweetener, just coffee.” He pouts and says, “I am not weird. Almost everyone likes it like that!” You shake your head, “Uh, no? Have you ever heard of a frappuccino?” He rolls his eyes, and you gasp, “You rolled your eyes!” He sticks his nose up in the air, acting all high and mighty, “You’re just jealous 'cause you can’t drink it straight.” You set the groceries down while he’s still looking up, form a snowball, and pelt him with it. 

He gasps, looking down at the snow still on his jacket before locking eyes with you and dropping his bags down. You smirk and toss another ball in your hands, ready to throw before hitting his arm this time. “Oh, it’s on!” And he makes a snowball with ease and throws one back. You cackle as you yell, “Snowball fight!” The more you throw, the further you get from the groceries. You scream as he hits you with another snowball before throwing one back at him and missing. He cackles, and you scowl before grabbing another wad of snow and forming it before throwing it, this time landing and hitting his shoulder. He doesn’t miss with either of his snowballs, hitting you near the collar and on the side of the jacket. For every snowball you throw, he throws one back. 

Your fingers start feeling numb, so you give up after throwing another snowball at him. You sit down as the snowball lands in front of his shoes. He throws one back at you as you sit down and misses you completely. You giggle at the failed attempt before calling for a truce. He says it back as he walks towards you. And he leans down in front of you. You go, “Huh?” And he lifts your chin up and kisses you. If your cheeks weren’t rosy from the cold weather, they certainly were now. When he pulls away, he tells you, “That was fun.” You agree, and he goes, “Doesn’t it make sense for condensed milk to be solid?” You laugh, “It kind of does.” 

He smiles as he helps you up, and you ask, “You want to walk back home now?” He nods, and you both walk back to the grocery bags, “It didn’t seem like we were that far from them.” He laughs, “I didn’t think so either.” You trudge through the snow, and he goes, “You don’t think I’m weird for drinking black coffee, do you?” you shake your head, “No, I was just teasing. I think it’s cool that you do. I like my coffee with sweetener. And one of the sweeteners I’ve used around you is condensed milk. That’s why I was shocked that you’ve never seen me do so.” He laughs, “Oh! I thought that was canned milk.” You shake your head in disbelief, “While that may exist somewhere, I definitely get it from the jug.” He laughs, and as you pick up your groceries, you go, “You’re so silly. I love you so much.” He grins, “You are too! I love you so much, (Y/n).” You smile and kiss him before you both walk back to your apartment. 

As you set the groceries down and measure everything out, he asks, “Have you ever made cookies or fudge by yourself?” You shake your head ‘no’, “Do you mind if I call Ki?” You sigh in relief, “I was hoping you’d ask.” He laughs, which makes you laugh as he calls him up. He puts Kihyun on speaker after saying their hellos, “Yeah, Ki, we’re going to make cookies and fudge. Anything we should know?” He goes, “I don’t bake much, but please watch the pot and don’t turn the heat on high for the fudge.” You agree, and he continues, “And please, check that you’ve cooked the cookies before you turn off the oven.” “How do we do that?” He sighs, “You have to stick a knife into one of the cookies and make sure nothing gooey sticks to it. And if they’re golden brown, take them out.” You agree and make mental notes before thanking him, “Be careful, you two.” You hum, and he goes, “We will. I’ll see you on the weekend?” He goes, “Yeah, I’ll see you then! Take care!” You both tell him you will before he hangs up. 

You follow the other instructions to a T, adding in Kihyun’s instructions like they were sprinkles as you make the fudge and chocolate chip cookies. He pours more than half of the bag of chocolate chips into the batter and stirs it in as you plop them onto the tray. It sounds like rocks hitting metal, not like cookie dough landing on foil. You laugh, “How many did you put in?” He grins, “Enough to have one in every microbite.” You cackle, and he puts the first tray in. 

You make the fudge while you both wait, and he butters the pan as you stir it continuously for a minute. When it comes to a boil, you turn off the heat and pour it into the pan. You put it into the fridge, “We have to wait fifteen minutes to cut it, then we get to eat it in thirty.” He pouts, “That’s so long…” You agree, and a few minutes later, the first tray of cookies comes out perfect, just as Kihyun said, except for the chocolate coating the knife. You trade out the trays and sit down while you wait. “Are you excited for our first homemade desserts together?” He smiles, “More than.” 

You come back in when the bell rings, and you cut the fudge up as he places the small tray of chocolate chip cookies in. You put the fudge back in the fridge, and he pulls off a cookie for each of you off the first tray. You bite into it, and it tastes like a chocolatey heaven, with subtle hints of cookie. “Oh, these are so good.” He grins, and you both tap your cookies together, “We have to make these again!” He nods, and you both eat off the warm tray, waiting for the last round of cookies to finish and for the fudge to set.

When the fudge and cookies are done, he puts all the cookies into a jar, saving the hottest cookies for the two of you to eat. You put a few pieces of fudge for the both of you on a plate and hand him one to try after he gets the last cookie in the jar. You both try it at the same time. You gasp, and he exclaims, “Ohh, sweetened condensed milk for the win!” You cackle as you finish your fudge, he plates the hot cookies. And the two of you head into the living room to eat more of the treats you made. He cheers, “I’m proud of us!” You grin, “I am too! Our first baking session together was a success!” He taps his fudge to your chocolate chip cookie, and you both eat the two happily. You lean your head on his shoulder, “Let’s do this again.” He agrees, “Absolutely.” 

#changkyun #changkyun x reader #im changkyun #im changkyun x reader #i.m #i.m x reader #changkyun fluff #im changkyun fluff #i.m fluff #monsta x #monsta x x reader #reader x monsta x #monsta x fluff #changkyun monsta x #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop fluff #established relationship #mx #mx x reader #mx fluff #i.m monsta x #changkyun fanfic #changkyun fic #i.m fic #i.m fanfic #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fic #im changkyun fanfic #wintertime 2

[immortaladrien]

Omg the snippet of the comatose hero was so angsty that I loved it!!, Sorry to bother you again but I was wondering if you could do a part 2 (only if you want, no pressure at all ^^”)

awww thank you so much!! you’re too sweet! and you’re absolutely not bothering me with writing requests lol these have been making my day ☕️💕

part one is here | can be read as a stand-alone

tws: injury, murder, hospitals, blood, panic attacks, and INSANE amounts of angst

The first thing Hero noticed was the burning in their back.

Okay, everything burned, but the the burning on their back was like hellfire itself. A scream bubbled up in their throat and they immediately bit their lip, metallic blood flooding their mouth and drawing out a cough.

There was beeping by their bedside, increasingly fast in pace. That sound triggered noise in the doorway, then a rush of footsteps and voices that all sounded unfamiliar and far too loud.

Hero covered their ears with a pillow, pressed their head to the mattress, and choked back tears. Everything went to black again.

–

The next time Hero awoke, there was an odd, heavy haze over them, like moving through water. They tried to glance around the room, but their eyelids felt too heavy. The beeping remained steady.

This time, there was another noise.

Someone was crying.

“I don’t know how to live without you.”

They tried to open their eyes, but sleep pulled them to nothingness again.

–

Hero was awake again, their body was still too weighted to move. Their eyes were unopenable.

“I killed them.”

That same voice again. Hero fought to listen. To stay awake.

“Someone snitched. I knew they would, eventually. Not that it was that hard to find out, anyways.”

Who were they talking about?

“The audacity of some minor league criminal setting up a trap like that. Who the hell blows up a whole building just to get to you? What were they hoping to accomplish?”

That’s right, there was an explosion. It all seemed fuzzy now.

“I’m… They confirmed no one else was hurt. I didn’t really care, but I figure you would.”

You sound hurt.

“I miss you.”

I miss you too.

–

As Hero woke up once more, their eyes opened a sliver and it felt like the light was piercing them from every angle. They let out a strained cry, shutting them tightly to no relief.

The monitor beeped louder, unfamiliar voices returned, but this time, Herp managed a word.

“Villain,” they rasped, voice scratchy with disuse.

Sleep’s embrace was warm and thoughtless.

– ☕️ –

This was Villains eighth visit since Monday.

(Yes, it was only Wednesday. Unimportant, really.)

The doctors called and told them Hero had been awake. So it was 3am, what did it matter? They’d arrived within minutes, the doctors leaving them alone as they walked into the room.

Villain sat down quietly at the chair that hadn’t left it’s position since a week ago when this whole nightmare hard started.

Beep…. beep…. beep…

They glanced at Hero’s heart-rate monitor. Steady. Oxygen levels much higher than earlier today. They sighed quietly, looking back at their counterparts’ sleeping face.

At least they look peaceful like this.

Like Villain had done all the nights before, they reached forward and laced their fingers gingerly together with a yawn.

They’d stay for a couple of hours.

Their eyes fluttered shut, leaning back in their chair a bit.

“V’llan?”

Immediately, their eye were open, staring at their bedridden rival who peered back, semi-conscious. They started moving to reach toward Villain, who was immediately up and inches away from them.

“Shit, hero, stay still–”

“Why’re you… You came?”

The breathless sound of a heart breaking. “Of course I came.”

Hero stared at them, eyes cloudy. “Why?”

Now that was the million dollar question.

At a moments silence, the crimefighter shook their head pleadingly. “Don’t stop talking. I’m so sleepy, pl’se keep talking. Don’t have to tell me. Just talk. So much easier to be awake when you talk…”

Villain sputtered. “You- Ah. Well. I’m here because…”

“You heard me call out?”

“You… asked for me?”

Hero nodded, looking off at the ceiling.

“Why did you ask for me?”

“Didn’t have anybody else to ask for.”

Another blow to the gut, this time leaving Villain to wince. “No, I didn’t come because you asked. I would’ve, if I’d known.”

“So?”

“I… You’d have done the same for me.”

A quiet chuckle. “Tha’s not it. You’re lyin’. Your ears go red when you’re lyin’.”

That was new. Villain flushed. “They what?”

“C’monn… You know my tells by now too. You gotta.”

“I most certainly do not– how long have you known that for?”

“Last Feburary.”

“You didn’t say anything?”

“Nope…” With a pop on the ‘O’.

“Why not?”

“I asked the first question!”

“You said I didn’t have to answer it,” Villian replied curtly.

“I was lyin’. You answer first. Why’d you come?”

“I…” They sighed, looking off to the side. What the hell, like they’re gonna remember this anyways? “I love you.”

For the first time since Hero woke up, there was a full moments silence. They stared, blinking furiously, and exhaled in a shaky noise.

A… laugh?

Villain stared, feeling their face heat up in humiliation. That was a laugh. They were laughing!

“Fuck, Hero, you could’ve just said–”

“I didn’t tell you about your ears turning red because it’s so goddamn cute!”

Villain froze, mouth falling slightly agape. “You..?”

“I thought it was cute, and I didn’t wanna tease you over it because I thought maybe I’d slip up and tell you how much I love it! Love you! Oops, look, I just did,” Hero giggled, then contentedly yawned and started to close their eyes.

Their counterpart scrambled. “Don’t just go back to sleep!”

“Can’t go back to sleep, I’m already ‘sleep. This can’t be anything but a good dream.”

“Hero–“

“G’night, Villain.”

Just like that, their breathing leveled out and a quiet snore echoed through the room. Villain stood once again in silence, mind reeling. They flexed their hand once, twice. Pinched themselves.

Ow.

So they weren’t asleep either.

Dazed, they walked back to their beside seat and sat. Stared at the ceiling. Glanced at their counterpart. This time, a small fond smile formed on their lips.

God, I hope they remember this in the morning.

#hero x villain #writeblr #enemies to lovers #writing requests #writers on tumblr #happy ending #part 2 #hurt comfort #villian x hero #heavily requested 🫶🫶

[sawyer-is-eepy]

MaDD and plurality

okay so we're MaDD, right?? and we're also plural??

NOBODY talks about how freaking hard that makes communicating omg.

constantly i'll be trying to talk to someone and then i drift off and suddenly they are completely drowned out OR they're ALSO daydreaming!! it's so frustrating, because it means that to even semi-effectively communicate, i have to talk out loud. if i have to communicate something important and we're in a public place i just have to focus REALLY hard on internal communication and it sometimes STILL doesnt work.

on top of that, we have ADHD so it's even harder, and talking out loud still doesn't work that well because without another person physically here to snap me back to reality whenever i'm daydreaming, if i start daydreaming, i'm just stuck until i realize, which can be anywhere from within a minute to literally 20+ minutes. usually they're able to get my attention by that time, but it's hard because our communication is not easy for anyone but the host(me, who is ALWAYS fronting) to initiate, so unless i actively open myself to communicate with them, it's hard for them to get my attention. sometimes my daydreams even last hours, but that usually doesn't happen when i'm not actively deciding to daydream. so yeah, it's really difficult because i've already got issues focusing, and adding basically irresistable urges to daydream at random that get triggered way too easily on top of that, inner communication is SO HARD.

anyways, this makes making a tulpa really fucking difficult because forcing is really hard.

but here are my tips, for other MaDD, especially anyone making a headmate/alter/tulpa/parogen/whatever themself -

incorporate your daydreaming into the communicating/forcing. like daydream you and that alter hanging out and then communicate via that. this does not ensure that you won't start daydreaming about anything else, but it lessens the chances. if you try to force yourself to not daydream at ALL the urges are gonna be much harder to ignore, at least for me. if you're ALREADY daydreaming, and it gets interesting enough, minor distractions are gonna catch your attention less and less because you WANNA focus on this one daydream. it becomes much more enjoyable.

this kind of like the last one, but this is more specific to tulpa/parogen forcing. don't really view it as a chore, which i've accidentally been doing more and more. not a chore i dislike, but i've been viewing it like something i have to do every single day for x amount of time other wise it wont work and it'll fail horribly and everything will be ruined, when it shouldn't need to be that. it shouldn't be on a to-do list, unless that really works for you(which if that's the case that's freaking awesome and you should probably ignore this tip). idk about everyone else, but it's much easier for me to daydream if i'm treating something like something i need to do because it's so much more tempting to just go live somewhere else for a minute while i do things i need to do. i often daydream doing chores because it's not interesting enough to keep me grounded. so, to make sure it gets done, i drift off while i'm doing it, so i am doing it in the real world but to me i'm in another world or in one of my stories. but for forcing, to be able to do it, you HAVE to be constantly aware and present. if you view it like you're just having a fun little conversation with them, it becomes like whenever you're bored or lonely just like you would reach out to a friend, but instead you're getting some talking to your head friend in. even if it's not traditional forcing, it works and develops them more, even if it's just a bit here and there. idk about everyone else, but i think partially because of my ADHD and partially because of my MaDD, whenever i have a chore i need to do i kind of put it off if i'm already doing something. i don't really *want* to put it off, but i just can't get my body to move. especially when I'm daydreaming. because, why would i get up and do the boring thing when i can watch my story in my head ? it's so much easier to sit and do nothing. but as we all know, that ADHD paralysis is so so SO stress inducing, the best option is to always get up and try to force yourself to. idk if non-ADHD MaDD will relate at all though, because that paralysis is mostly exclusive to those with ADHD afaik, but for me, my MaDD makes it much worse. anyways, that probably didn't make much sense sorry

write down what everyone is saying. this makes it much easier to keep track of what they are saying and stay present, but it also documents the conversation as well. so even if you weren't that present during the conversation, or you're worried you'll forget something important, you'll have a record to read back on later if you need! and also with created alters/headmates, keeping track of their progress is always incredibly important!!

don't listen to music! this one might be a bit of a given but unless it's like instrumental music that you genuinely won't pay that much attention to but still helps you focus, DON'T listen to it. songs are an easy gateway into a daydream. ESPECIALLY songs with lyrics, even ones that you can't understand because they're in another language, which by the way for literally any other thing you need to focus on, that's a great tip, listening to music in other languages, because you can still focus with interesting music in the background but the lyrics arent grabbing you at all. anyways back to plural-related MaDD tips, yeah, don't listen to music. even if that song usually doesn't catch your attention. for me, if i'm talking, internally or externally, and there's music with lyrics playing, i reallyyy cannot focus on what i'm(or others, again, internally or externally) are saying. idk, might just be some sort of auditory processing issue related to my ADHD but i cannot focus on it, and because it's hard, i just need to pick one, and sometimes my brain picks the song and i just. stop talking. and start daydreaming.

idk what to do if you're not fronting and trying to communicate with whoever is fronting, because i've not switched(like i mentioned before, the host, who is me, has never not been the one fronting), but if anyone has any other tips either related to that or the ones i already have here, please feel free to let me know because i'd love to hear them and i'm sure others do too!! anyways, i hope i helped, idk this might be too specific to me.

#endo safe #plurality #pro endo #multiplicity #plural system #maldaptive daydreaming disorder #actually madd #maladaptive daydreaming #madd #just madd things #madd things #madd tips #madd & plural #maladaptive daydreaming and plural #anti endos probably wont like this but uh i guess this could be relevant to them? #i'm endo so like #they probably will respect this less #and have probably already scrolled past #but if you're still here hi #hope this is helpful anyways #we're not a system btw #just plural #hence no switches #anyways #anti endos pls dni :) #unless you got a cool tip or smfn #endogenic system #endogenic #actually did #did osdd

[ukthxbye]

All That Glitters and Gleams

So it has been over a year since I writer Sherlolly. Thought I might be done because of my focus on my two books and trying to get an agent... life is funny.

When this photo showed up in the sherlolly discord,

the wheels started spinning and 24 hours later, you're welcome.

cw: semi-public sex, fingering, light dom/sub, begging

Glittering.

Gold and silver statues and everything shiny draped dramatic fabric in this room normally spare dingy blue white.

And he hated it.

But impressed all the same. The banquet hall of St. Barts transformed to another age. Sherlock scoffed when Molly asked him to this 1920s fundraiser, rattling facts about all the false opulence for what.

"It's fun to pretend," she'd said in the wry, sad resignation he knew like a drug. Nearly as unpredictable. She might tell him to forget it and go with someone else. She might let him rattle off facts as they walk in and still pull him along, suffering the embarrassment.

She blessed him with the latter. 

He couldn't refuse anymore what she asked for. His life depended on her happiness… like a new addiction.

But he'd denied her the one thing she craved. She denied herself more. 

"They shouldn't have spent so much money, you were right," she said at his side. "You've every right to hate this. It's dancing and talking to higher ups. We can go home."

"Well, at least the champagne is cheap," he said glancing at woman walking by with two green bottles in had. But home, where is the adventure in that? Can't critique and complain until we have the facts," he said, slipping off his long wool coat, handing it to the hired coat clerk… no wait, it was a boy from the cafe. 

"Gerald, they roped you into this?" Sherlock frowned at him. 

"Ticket sir, you try to have a good time, eh?" the boy said, coats piling up on his right. 

"Yes…yes." Sherlock offered him a cocked tightlipped smile. 

In instinct he turned to Molly, and without interrupting her conversation with a heart surgeon he disliked, his hands reached around her shoulders, grasping the lapels on her equally long coat.

The lights, low in the room but travelling across a mirror ball, landed at her back as he slid the dark fabric down like a curtain.

Glittering.

But he liked it.

He vibrated, her scapula bones meeting like wings of an angel as she dropped the coat off her arms. 

She'd not let him look at the dress until now. Beadwork in a line down the straps, down and across her waist. Shadow and bones and gold. Champagne dripped down her frame, soon like on her tongue.

She matched the room and enhanced it to a mind numbing quality. 

"Come on, there's Stamford," she said with a half grin, and grabbed his hand.

 Like fire on a golden pyre. 

He accepted her lead, lost in the light playing off her skin. He'd mapped it before. He mapped everything. But why does it look different here?

Do her nerves jump when his hand drifted up to her elbow, gripping like a secret, waiting? Lost to the bunching pale satin, but… she responded each time, ending the conversation.  

She let him hold her hand absently as she tugged him from one corner to the next. Satin gloves threaded in his fingers, robbing him of hers.

But her back, exposed, and his touch strayed there often to catch her attention, drawing her into him so he could mutter in her ear some amusing observation he'd about someone she chatted with. 

Her skin cooled like a glass of cold milk. He craved it the same. But he feared his hand gave him away, warming more with every risked caress. 

She flinched the first time, her wings shrugging him away.

But now she let it lay there, even as he chased a shadow up the nape with his finger. 

Her shiver is not from the room now. 

He smiled to himself, but the oncologist next to him took it as an opportunity to speak. I can do two things at once. Sherlock kept his fingers near her scalp, his fingernail grazing along the hairline until she quivered, and fanned herself with her purse. 

They made many more rounds, each one more exhausting. The satin under his hands, the hand on her lower back enticing. Every man who tried to insult her field of study with backhanded compliments boiled his blood.

 His mask slipped, and he half insulted the last surgeon they spoke to. 

"You're getting rude," she said, dragging him down by his collar to her ear. 

Oh, don’t do that…

The tug switched on a part of his brain he'd kept safe from her. They'd both been so good since his sister nearly destroyed everything.

Such respectable friends, open with their emotions except for…

I'm going to ruin that now. 

“Sherlock, are you listening to me?” She searched his face for understanding in the dark. 

“I thought you said all surgeons are like footballers, egotistical and overpaid,” he sniffed. 

She leaned back and frowned. "You said that."

“Hmm…” he matched her frown, then smiled, running his tongue along his teeth. “Oh, yes… I did. But you might have agreed.”

He gasped. She snatched his collar again, with a curl twisted in it now, setting a delightful tingle across his scalp. 

“Why is it so hard for you to behave…”

He turned enough so she could meet his stare. "You like me when I don't… why change that now?" His tongue strayed across his lips, letting his gaze drop to hers. 

In the dark and flashing light of the room, it hit perfect timing for the scarlet of her lips to show. Her teeth parted and her tongue licked her own lips as well. 

“Come with me,” she said, low, releasing him when someone glanced their way. 

They reached the bathroom on the front left corner of the room, with no one around. “You know what? Wait here for a moment and then we'll talk.” She stepped in and his hand caught the door as she pushed close it.

Wide-eyed, she let him push it back and close it behind him, meeting her stare. 

"Sherlock, what are you—"

His finger to his lips and she clamped her mouth shut. His lips lifted into a sly smile. 

"Is there something wrong?" She moved to him and glanced at the door, his hand going back behind him and clicking the lock. 

“No, I wanted to talk… privately.”

She sighed out in relief. “We could have gone outside.”

“Then I couldn’t look at you in that dress.”

The bathroom decorated for the theme, feather arrangement, lights low. The cream walls normally boring matched her antique faded gold satin. He soaked in the room along with her. 

One last look before you leap…

"Oh, don't be silly…" she chuckled, crossing her arms, and his eyes dropped to the cleavage.

He remained wordless, a hand in his pocket, waiting for her to catch up.

She squinted, shaking her head as she whispered, "Oh… no."

"Molly."

She ran a hand through her short cropped hair. How soon might I do the same?

“Are you really going to do this here? This dance for… god I thought we'd settled this,” she said, the plead in her tone only urged him on more.

“Oh, my sweet Molly, like ice cream on my tongue, freezing every word… until this dress.” he shifted near to her, and she stepped back near the sink. 

"I'm not sweet," she said with folded arms, looking down at the cleavage, realising the effect and moving her arms, bracing on the sink basin. “We should go… before you say something you shouldn't.”

"I'll be the judge of that."

She turned toward the mirror with a scoff. “Your judgement is terrible. I don't trust it. But yes…you always thought me too sweet… is that all compassion is to you?” Her gaze went down as she said it and he counted the vertebrae in her neck, concentrating. 

How did I get here? How do I get out of it? 

But he was bored with ignoring the chemicals running under his skin when she was near. 

He closed the distance behind her, and she stiffened. His eyes travelled from the hollow of her throat, slowly following the pink path each capillary displayed with the pump of her heart. Those lips, red and not yet swollen as he'd make them. 

His gaze lifted from there up as he spoke his stare meeting hers in the mirror. "My mistake then… I do confess to the two mistakes you accused. But then I recall less gentleness when your hand stuck hard," he raised his hand, tenderly tracing his thumb along her cheekbone, and licked his lips when she shivered. “Do I deserve it again?”

The beadwork, gold and silver sparkling in the low light, entranced him. He traced down with a finger, following along its path, ending in a v, breast swelling with her heightened breath. Her heartbeat was so strong the pulse beat a rhythm under his fingertips. But he never broke his stare, and she held it, her eyes dark and shining.

Gleaming.

And he loved it. 

Would she imagine him closing the gap, a canyon between what they've been… and what they will be? Never letting his lips touch, but he assured his breath and its heat performed the same duty as he spoke into her ear… and then her jaw. 

"But tell me… did you know how I fought every urge and when it changed… how many times we've almost. When we considered all the possibilities and said no…was it not because you were so principled?" He said with a smirking grin. 

Crack.

She’d spun around to face him and struck his left cheek. She gulped hard, and he sighed, waiting for her words to catch up with her hand. 

“If this is a game… It's very cruel. You can read what I want without touching. You know every ache, every want… you…” She drew a deep breath through her nose. “Always did. Question is… will you be too high minded … or will you…” She squinted as she spoke, but the tremble he expected was absent. 

But this was the Molly he'd fallen for all along, in her own power and never under his. Quite the opposite. Her lips parted, her eyes on his lips as well.

Her breath matched his, and his lungs ached for them to share the same air. 

“Which one of us will break… that delicious thick tension we’d spun for years… but…” he tipped his nose against hers and with his hands on either side of her on the washbasin, holding on to the porcelain for dear life, he said near her lips, “It was always yours to take… stop asking for permission.” 

Come on now, my Molly.

He let her kiss him, and answered the swell in his chest deepening until his entire mouth encompassed hers, his tongue licking the champagne sugars off hers.   

“You kiss like you want me, Sherlock Holmes.” She sighed into his throat, breathless. She'd pressed her body against him when the kiss deepened. He couldn't dare put his arms around her… I might never let go.

He swallowed hard. "The easiest thing I've ever done. You'd be correct… you always were."

“Oh, yes… too sweet. Then…” she said with a huff, leaning back, robbing him of her nearness, and he missed it.

He met her knowing stare. 

“You're correct… you always were.” Honesty at last. But he couldn't see if it would help or harm the mood. 

She shook her head slightly. “Don't be like that. I don't know what to do with that. It can't fuck me properly.”

“Then tell me what you want. As in to say… I'm done thinking for now. It bores me.” He spoke into her neck, “Tell me the fantasy… I can only read so much from your breath and skin singing under my touch… instruct me to see how to get you there. New memories.”

"Beg me. On your knees. And make sure you say please.”

He sighed. “Now Molly… I wanted to tease you more before I have use of my knees… have you lost patience—”

Her hand covered his mouth, and she pushed him down until her knee dug into his shoulder hard, on his knees in front of her.

“Beg… it's the least you can do if you want me so much… wanted me so long. We're both ignoring our principles now…” she said, each word strong ringing in his mind. “So beg.” 

Her mouth is so pretty when she says…

"So beg." 

He quieted his mind, a singular focus now. Every sense dialled in to her rich floral perfume, her touch and heartbeat. 

The light played on the satin before him, transfixing. “Please,” he said low, running his hands lightly along the golden sleek cloth, seeking her bones underneath like a lost road. “Teach me, tell me what to do.”

“I don’t want to ruin this beautiful dress… put your jacket next to the basin.”

He lingered his hand fascinated with the precise folds of the skirt, shining and shadowing, like the folds he’d soon… he trailed a finger along one close to her hip.

“Now will you be a good boy…and do what I asked or do I…?”

He looked up into her eyes, so far above him like a goddess’ blessing. He held her stare as he snatched the coat off and handed it to her to arrange.

“Now set me—oh!”

As he stood, taking her with him as he grabbed her hips and arse, fingers digging the slippery dress and sat her on the counter so hard she bounced.

He smiled sly as irritation on her skin coloured the same as her blush. I like both too much. 

He held his hands up in false surrender. 

She huffed out, “Are you going to take instruction or are you gonna improvise your own here?”

 “I’ve matured, I like collaboration.” He shrugged a shoulder, leaning over and snatching an ostrich feather out of the full vase next to her. How perfect for the theme this evening. The sheen on the feathers caught the light golden as her dress. He twirled it between his fingers, waiting. 

“Nothing else unless I say so,” she said. He didn't miss the gravel and struggle to breathe. Her stare unblinking on the feather.  

“Then…” he held the feather out in front of her and lowered it, leaning in meeting her half lidded gaze. “Tell me what to do.”

“I think you guessed I like a tease.”

He nodded, “Oh do I ever…we've done years… little kisses on the cheek like friends,” he let the end of the feather fall across her face, moving it in time to watch the colour rise deep scarlet. “But since we remedied that… … but what's a little more?” He lowered the feather across her neck and she turned her head, opening up and he imagined her nerves jumping.

That neck was like cream he wanted to lick and bruise with his teeth. 

Ah, there is the demon I've always feared.

He teased with the feather down between her breasts, and she shuddered with her sigh. Her eyes closed, and he trailed the feather up again, teasing her clavicle, the bones showing their angles in shadow and he wanted to add his own shadow there as well.

She leaned back, head against the mirror. “More,” she whispered out.

The feather up her throat, and he trembled, the tip of it caressing her lips. Now I'm jealous of a feather. He wanted to kiss her again but now bound by the agreement. She'd broken so many rules for him. I can keep this one.  

Her breath shuddered as she leaned back over and looked up into his eyes. 

“That's enough. Kiss me… kiss me so hard I might bleed.”

He shook his head, and squinted, “Don't ask me to do that. I'll do anything you ask… it is what you deserve, but… those demons don't need to come out yet.”

She gritted her teeth under her lips, “Then kiss me like you love me.” 

I'm gonna ignore those tears. They're not here to stay.

 He kissed her so tenderly he thought they both might break. 

She stopped for a breath, and spoke into his ear, “I love you too… Now that's out of the way, kiss me however you want… but I want your hands to move this skirt out of the way.”

He lifted her and shoved it out of the way behind her, and she helped gather the top. He hates the skirt now. Should have encouraged her for a short flapper dress, one with a delightful fringe he could have twirled in his fingers near her knee.

No matter. The music kicked up loud outside the bathroom, the low beat thumping under his hand resetting just beside her thigh like a heartbeat. 

“Tell me what you want… my touch or my tongue.” He licked his lips, drying from his breath increased as much as hers. Oh, to find out how sweet she really is.

“Touch… I think that's all I can stand for now,” she said with an unsteady voice. “Talk to me. Tell what you want… tell me what you will do… your voice is the only sound I want in my head.”

His thumbs strayed to her thighs, bare and like silk. Circles and caresses, and he leaned into her ear, “Can you please…” he caressed over her knees. "lean back to the wall, my love, I don't want you to hurt that pretty head."

“Yes… more,” she said, exposing that creamy throat again.

“Can I kiss your neck… please?”

“Yes… god yes, but… I need your fingers,” she reached a trembling hand and grasped his, setting it on inner thigh. "I need them inside me." The fire like heat pulsed against his palm. She's so wet for me… 

But first, he raised his fingers up to his mouth, letting her observe him wet them, meeting her stare. 

He tugged her soaked knickers aside. Two fingers found her folds. So ready for him, his knees nearly buckled. He turned his fingers and met her clit with his thumb, gently as she was so hard. She pulled and tugged on his fingers, whimpering, calling him like a siren's song.

She's always been the rock I'd dash myself on. 

His lips on her throat, and she burrowed her nails in his curls and scalp. Those low moans barely reached his ears, but they vibrated under his tongue, the salt of her skin mouthwatering. 

Bang bang.

The lock jiggled.

They both glanced at the lock, wide-eyed, but it held. 

Oh, that will not do. 

Her movement on his fingers wavered, but he pressed further, finding the spot that nearly made her cry out and he grinned into the hollow of her throat and flicked it with his tongue. 

Her moan louder, but he clamped his hand tight over her mouth, every knock urging him on, his thumb playing with clit, soaking wet dripping down as his fingers curled. Her panicked peeks at the door replaced as she closed her eyes and smiled into his hand, her sigh hot and panted. 

He turned her face and leaned into her ear, nipping as he spoke. “Is that adding to the effect? There'll be no mistake what I did to you when we leave together… they’ll know… shame they can’t hear the crying moan I want to hear… A shame for me. Tell me. Harder or softer… how long do you want them to wait?”

She panted into his hand. "Harder… oh god… I'm so close. Don't stop that or I'll hit you again."

The brat in him wanted to tease her. But this wasn't the time. 

But his deep voice, he knew its effect, and he spoke, meeting her lidded stare with his own.

"They love our brilliant brains, don't you think? But they don't see us as humans. Never will, but we can see and feel it now. It's our little secret how human we can both be."

She whimpered and tightened but… no it's not quite there.

“Can you come for me… please?”

“Kiss me one more time… I… oh…” she said with a shudder, her legs tightening on his hand.

And kiss her he did, so hard she might bleed and she cried out into his mouth and shuddered down into her orgasm, pulsing so deliciously around his finger he almost came himself.

She slumped, and he stared, pulling out. 

When she met his gaze, she whispered, “You can taste the results… and think about when we get home.”

He sucked his fingers clean, not blinking and her smile, slight, ended with a shivered whimper. 

Much too sweet… I can't wait for more. 

#ukthxbye is ficcing #sherlolly #molly hooper #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #angst and smut #feels #angst is their kink and they've sorted that out

[bluemoondust]

✧Feeling Unloved✧

Man... The original request was eaten, but it went along the lines of Darling acting like a brat because of the lack of attention from these characters. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: Darling,,, back at it again with this behavior smh— anyways, this takes place somewhat within being kidnapped.

Warning(s): Post Kidnapping, Mentions of Punishment (isolation), Slight Stockholm Syndrome(?)

✧Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead✧

The man is very aware that his choice of actions are not ideal nor are they something a person would do to someone they care for. However, do you really have to be so difficult about it? Aizawa understands that you could be doing this to show defiance towards his actions while stuck here. He'll let you take out your anger/hurt/betrayal, whatever you were feeling for a bit so you could settle. When you don't show any signs of relenting, he gives out a heavy sigh. Playing nice is not really cutting it, huh?

Honestly, if you prevent him getting any sleep before he has to go in for hero work, there will be problems. Aizawa has some level of patience, but each act of disobedience strains it each time. He gives you chances. Three strikes and you will have to be punished accordingly. No, he doesn't care that he's treating you like a child. You're acting like one, so he's only treating as such. You have no room to complain.

When he figures out why you're like this, he'll sigh in irritation but at least now he knows how to solve this. You didn't have to make such a fuss about this. All you could've done was tell him straight up and he would have done something about it. Sure, he may seem apathetic and distant, but Aizawa can say from the bottom of his heart that he loves you deeply. He doesn't show it, but it's apparent when he cooks for you, makes sure you're well rested, bathed, clothed and so on. Aizawa will enter the room he put you in for your punishment. First, he will scold you for the behavior you displayed but then some needed reassurance will be given. He wants you to know that he cares despite everything else.

✧Midoriya Izuku/Deku✧

Midoriya would be fast to pick up on why his darling is acting this way. Though beforehand he's semi-confused to your behavior. He understands, yes, he took you against your will but he couldn't help it! This way, you're somewhere he knows of. Giving him peace of mind while he's out on his rounds as a pro hero. He'll be gentle with his approach, asking what's wrong and how he can fix things. Even with such a situation as this, Midoriya would like for you to be comfortable while you're in his home.

His reaction to your bratty behavior is god level patience. Sure, sometimes people do annoy him, but he can definitely handle whatever you dish out. If you start insulting him or throwing rude comments, he'll be hurt. Midoriya tries to guilt trip you into apologizing for what you said, but if you continue with the attitude... Well, he will have to get a little more stern. You can definitely tell from his tone that he's upset with you, even if it doesn't show.

Finding out why you're like this? Okay, it makes more sense and he might forgive you immediately. That only depends on how bad you were, of course. Midoriya lightly scolds you, stating that you should have just been forward with what you wanted. Though, he feels bad. Has his job as a pro hero left you neglected? He fully believes that he's done his absolute best in showing how much he loves you. Memorizing everything about you, knowing where you lived, always being there to comfort you when no one else would—did you need more? It would make it seem like his darling is being selfish here since Midoriya always puts his all into his efforts for the people he cares for.

✧Amajiki Tamaki/Suneater✧

Yeah, Amajiki just shuts down when you display this attitude towards him. He's feeling immense guilt and apologies everytime he looks or speaks to you. Though he knows deep down that doing such won't change what he's done. Honestly, he lets you insult him as much as you see fit, as he deems it to be a way to get back at him. Tamaki knows he's terrible for taking you away, so it's fine. However, your words don't sting any less. The moment where he would take any time to think that maybe your behavior is stemmed from something deeper is when he notices that you act up especially when he's about to leave for hero work.

He... He thought you hated him. No, you probably do. You're just making a fuss when he leaves because you're glad he'll be away from you. The thought destroys his feelings, he wants to cry in anguish. But it's strange that it doesn't seem like you're driving him away. If you're curious to how Tamaki deals with this behavior... He doesn't. He gives you space and just sits in a corner to wallow in his guilt and shame. Of course he won't neglect the basic necessities for you such as food, water, entertainment, and a bed to sleep on but he purposely avoids you during this time.

He's extremely shocked when he figures everything out... And then he feels awful. How could have been so blind? You were in desperate need love and assurance but all he acted was selfish as he lingered onto his crippling emotions. It broke his heart that you didn't think he loved you. Again, he apologizes to you, promising that he'll make things better. If you'll let him. Tamaki still believes he is an awful person but finding out that you acted out due to lack of attention, he a little less hard on himself. He will try to be more affectionate, though it makes him extremely flustered to do so. However, if it's for you, then Tamaki will try. He really does love you and doesn't want you to believe otherwise.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere midoriya izuku #yandere amajiki tamaki #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha imagines #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere midoriya x reader #yandere midoriya #yandere tamaki amajiki #yandere tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere tamaki x reader

[doctorho]

Neon lights

hi babes!!!! not sure what this is but here ya go✨✨✨

Viktor x gender neutral reader, 5k words

modern no magic au, viktor is still disabled but not actively dying au, everyone is an academy student because i said so. this will be a two part story!

summary: The last exams of the season are over in the Academy, and people are celebrating. Jayce, Mel and Viktor have a victorious pub quiz team, and after your classmates stand you up, you join them. And end up spending the night sitting in Viktor's lap.

Warnings: bar scene, implied drinking/alcohol but no-one's really drunk. also i think i might have accidentally given the reader anxiety

Tags: @writingmysanity

It’ll be fun, they’d said. You have to come, they’d said. Let’s all go, they’d said. 

And then they, your stupid traitorous classmates, dared not to show up. Which you, of course, only found out after dragging your sorry ass to the bar. 

It was a statistical miracle none of them were there, really. Celebrating the end of exam season was standard custom, and usually everyone flooded to the closest bars and nightclubs, probably increasing their nightly revenue by at least 500%. 

The place was packed, as usual, but you just couldn’t find any of the people that had participated in talking you into coming. 

Maybe they’re just not here yet, your brain offers only semi-helpfully, and you only semi-believe it. The quiet unsettling anxiety of being alone in a place where everyone else had someone to talk to starts to creep up on you, and a part of you starts to regret leaving home in the first place. For a moment, you wonder if they could have done this to you on purpose, but that doesn’t make much sense, so you try to abandon that particular train of thought. 

It was loud, the floors were sticky, and your clothes were getting more uncomfortable by the minute. You could have been home reading. Watching a movie. Playing a game. Something. Something familiar, something quiet, something comfortable. 

An annoying little echo of something one of your friends – real friends, not ones that stood you up at bars – had said to you once plays out in your head. 

Doing things is good for you. 

Don’t be alone all the time. 

You sigh a little to yourself. 

Ugh, fine, you think, and then you take a deep breath, squish that creeping anxiety like an annoying bug, and walk to the bar. 

You were already there. 

You might as well try to have some fun. There was supposed to be a pub quiz later – with only topics that no-one would have to learn in school – and that seemed interesting. Maybe you could get something good to drink, find a nice corner, and try that. One person teams were allowed, if you remembered correctly. 

The bar is crowded, with everyone wanting drinks and refills and trying to hit on the bartenders, so you have to wait a while before you can order, but that’s fine. At least you have something to do. 

Leaning on the counter, you look around as you wait your turn. The place was full of students; some of whom you recognized but didn’t really know, people you had seen around but never talked to, a few you’d shared classes or lab shifts with but no longer remembered the names of. 

It makes you feel a little better that to them, you were probably just another nameless face in the crowd, just like they were to you. 

Slowly, you get used to the surroundings, the too-loud mind numbing music and soft-sticky floors, people bumping into you occasionally. It all fades into a background mush of a steady hum and droning of the bass.

When it’s finally your turn, you order something that had a strange name and a funny color, and that was definitely overpriced. But everything there was, so you try not to dwell on it. Your drink comes with a purple glow stick and turns out to be sweet, ambiguously fruity, and so good that a part of you was disappointed. 

You’d want more of those. 

Dammit. 

You tuck that thought to the back of your head – a problem for future you – and walk away from the counter, making space for other people waiting to order. You’re not sure if the whole drink is purple, or if that’s just the glow stick, but you decide that that doesn’t really matter.

Looking for a free spot away from the loudspeakers, you successfully make it to a far corner without spilling your drink or crashing into anybody, which was, in itself, a victory of sorts. 

And then you almost spill your drink anyway when someone calls your name. Loudly. 

It’s Jayce. One of the more familiar faces on campus. You’d had some classes with him, seen him around, in events and workshops and at the library. He was the kind of person that seemed to be everywhere, so really, you weren’t that surprised to see him. He could pop up at the lab, or in an office or a hallway somewhere, or a fundraiser or a gala or a competition at any given moment, smile politely and stop for some smalltalk, and then continue on his way. He was everywhere and he was friends with everybody, at least on some level, it seemed. Most often he was in the company of one of two people, though; 

Mel, who was currently sitting on his lap, 

or Viktor, who was sitting next to them, avoiding being squished between Jayce and the wall. The three of them were on a two-person couch, in one of the far corners.

You gather yourself and slip closer to them, grateful to have somewhere to go and someone to hang out with.

Mel being there didn’t surprise you. She was – not shockingly – also the type of person that seemed to be everywhere or at least have some contacts there, so her participation in social events wasn’t out of the ordinary. She was studying something in the realm of political science, you weren’t sure of the details, but you had already mentally accepted the possibility that she would probably be running for president someday. 

Viktor, however? Viktor didn’t…do this. Not that you knew, at least. You’d shared classes with him, too, and he was in the lab more often than not. You weren’t exactly sure what he did as a student and what he did as a teacher’s assistant, the line between the two seemed to be a bit hazy, and he also seemed to have some independent job working at the lab. He’d talked about it before, but you were pretty sure you still didn’t know all of it. 

He was the type of person that would just casually say I have to go tend to the porous silicon now, excuse me, and never explain what the porous silicon was for, because apparently that part was obvious.

Or, you know, he’d reveal himself as working as a teacher’s assistant only after you’d only complained to him about the poor quality the class had been organized in. 

At least he had had fun with that one.

And at least he’d agreed. 

So, when you saw him, it was usually either in the lab, in the library, or out somewhere getting coffee. Most of your interactions consisted of lab-related things, or homework, or complaining about the inconvenient and too-short hours places such as the library, the cafeteria, or the coffee shops were open.

This was not a place you expected to see him in. 

“Care to join our team?” Mel asks, pulling you out of your thoughts, “We could use a fourth.”

Ah. 

The pub quiz. 

That made sense. 

You relax a little as you get out of the crowd properly and close enough to talk to them without having to shout. “Sure,” You say, giving them a smile, “Sounds fun.” 

Then, you lick your lips and swallow, looking over the room quickly again. “I was supposed to come here with some classmates but I think they might have stood me up.” 

Mel hums a little in response, Jayce frowns, and Viktor looks almost a little offended on your behalf. 

“Well, we’re more than happy to have you on our team.” Mel continues, “Do you happen to have any obscure areas of expertise that might be useful?”

You smile at her. “I guess we’ll have to see.” 

“Last chance to google something.” Jayce says, already looking down at his phone.

You furrow your brows, a little amused, and look at Viktor. “Do you guys usually prepare for this a lot?” You ask, “You know the winners get like, a coupon for drinks, not their weight in gold and half the kingdom?”

Viktor smiles a little. “Yes,” He answers, leaning forward slightly, “but it’s more fun if you win.” 

“Besides,” Jayce adds, still not looking up from his phone, “free drinks.” 

“And –” Viktor nods, even though Jayce can’t see him, “if we get enough of those coupons, isn’t it kind of like getting half the kingdom?”

“Oh, so you’re playing the long game then,” You smile, “going to win, what, for the next couple of decades and drink for free?”

“Give or take.” He answers, “Not sure where this place is valued at. Might take less than a decade. This isn’t exactly a high-class establishment.”

“But it is popular,” Mel interjects, sounding like she’s only half-serious, “students bring in a lot of money. Not compared to some other places, but still.”

Jayce hums in agreement, shifting a little in his place as he puts his phone away. He only needs to point towards the nearest table before Mel leans over, grabs a piece of paper that was, apparently, their answer sheet, and modifies their team to include four, not three people. 

“You should sit,” She says, as she’s writing, and for a second you just look at her. 

Where? is the obvious question your brain immediately supplies, you three barely fit there and there’s no free seats anywhere. 

Before you can ask, she looks up at you and answers. 

By gesturing towards Viktor. 

“It would make me look better if you sat on his lap, too.” Mel continues, like it’s the most reasonable thing ever, “That way I won’t stand out as much and look stupid on my own. Besides, we’ll all be close to each other that way. Easier to conspire.”

For a moment, you stare at her. 

And then you stare at Viktor, who is, slowly but steadily, turning slightly red. 

“Hang on,” Jayce says, “you think sitting on my lap makes you look stupid?”

Mel smiles and leans back against him. “Depends on the context.” Mel answers, before turning her attention back to you, and to Viktor. 

Who clears his throat. 

“I mean – if you want –” He says, and it’s exactly as much of a coherent sentence as you were expecting. It’s exactly as much of a coherent sentence as you would have been capable of in his place. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him, slightly hesitant. This was, this whole situation and where it was going, wildly uncharted waters. Yes, you were friends or – or something, you were closer to him than you were to anyone else there, but sitting in his lap was not something you had expected to happen. 

And – yes, you were not opposed to the idea, not at all, but – 

“Yes,” He answers, “don’t worry, you won’t break me.” 

“He’s tougher than he looks.” Jayce agrees, and for a second, you just let yourself feel everything around you. 

The music. The sticky floor. The aftertaste of the sugary sweet drink in your mouth. The way Viktor was looking at you. 

The moment. 

You mentally strangle the hesitant anxiety pooling at the bottom of your stomach, shrug softly with one shoulder, and take a few steps to stand directly in front of Viktor, your knees brushing his. Handing your drink to Mel for safekeeping, you carefully settle into his lap, barely daring to breathe, making sure not to knock over the cane that was leaning against the wall next to him. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You ask him quietly, leaning back slightly so he could hear you better, “You should tell me if I am.”

He swallows – you can feel it. “Eh, no –” He says, and his voice is so close that it surprises you, “ – you’re not. Don’t worry.” 

You exhale, slowly, and try your best to relax. 

Trying is the best you can do, though – feeling him pressed against you is causing way too many thoughts and feelings to happen for you to truly focus on anything else. He was warm, and firm, and you could feel his breathing, and you were sitting in his lap. 

You were. In his lap. 

You were not even going to let your brain go there. 

No, this was a normal, casual situation, and you were going to be cool about it. So what if you had a crush on him? So what if you could feel him pressed against your back, your ass –

“Good.” Mel says, smiling as she hands your drink back to you. You take it, carefully, trying not to move too much in case it’d make him uncomfortable. 

You were going to be cool about this. 

You came here to have fun, and that’s what you were going to do. 

“Thanks.” You tell her, giving her a smile and trying your best to act normal about the whole situation. 

“What is that?” She asks, motioning towards your drink with one hand, “It looks good.” 

“Oh.” You answer, looking down at your drink again, racking your brain for the name of it, “Something new, I think? It was called, uh, Krypton?” 

“Right, they’re doing that periodic table thing.” Jayce comments.

“Naming drinks after elements?” Mel asks, “Why?”

“Probably because a lot of nerds frequent this place.” Viktor answers, and again, his voice is so close that it’s like he’s talking directly into your ear. You can feel it, the words rumbling through his chest. 

“What’s it taste like?” Mel continues, ignoring his comment, “Krypton?”

You hum thoughtfully, and take a sip. 

“I would hope not.” Viktor answers while you’re trying to figure out what it does taste like.

“Krypton doesn’t taste like anything.” He continues, “That’d be a pretty sad drink.”

You can’t help smiling at his answer. 

“Why do you know that?” You ask, leaning closer to him again, tilting back your head slightly. 

You can’t see it, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. 

“I know a lot of things. You'd be surprised.” He says. 

Quietly. 

Just for you. 

Before you let yourself get too focused on what his voice sounds like that – close and quiet, so close – you take a breath and turn to look at Mel again. 

“I think it tastes like lemon and rose.” 

She lifts her eyebrows and nods thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to try that once we get our kingdom’s worth of free drinks.”

“Wasn’t it half a kingdom?” Jayce asks, reaching for his own drink on the table.

“I’m optimistic.” Mel answers, smiling. 

“Is krypton purple?” Jayce then continues, now, you’re assuming, to Viktor. 

He hums in answer, and you can feel it. Every slow second of his chest reverberating against your spine, you could feel it resonate in your rib cage, and then when he speaks, it’s no better. His voice is so close that it’s all you could focus on, etching the sound of it into permanent memory without even trying. 

“It glows purple,” He says, “if you run a high enough voltage electric current through it. It’s colorless, normally, but for the sake of argument I guess we can say that it’s purple, yes.”

“Huh.” Jayce answers, leaning back in his seat. 

Viktor mirrors his movement, and you can feel him shift under you. 

His hand brushes your side, and then settles by your waist, a weight so light you half think you’re imagining it.

That, inevitably, reminds your entire body of the position you were in, which was extremely close to him. and you need to focus a lot of your energy on not combusting on the spot. You had never been so close to him before – why would you have been, you were friends – and this was… a whole lot of entirely new sensations. 

He was so close. 

What was he thinking? What was he feeling?

Was it as much as you were feeling?

You were acutely aware of every single point of contact between your bodies, and you were trying not to think about it too much, but, well, that’s just impossible. He was so close, and you could still feel his every breath, feel his every word rumble through his chest, and – 

Mel says something to you, pulling your focus back to her. She’s explaining how the quiz works, what the rules are, and you try your best to listen. 

In the background, though, Jayce and Viktor are talking something about circuit boards, and you can feel his every word. And it is wonderful and heavy and almost unfair, how he’s so close and not closer. How he’s talking like this, every word brushing past your ear, and you know it’s not really what it feels like. This isn’t for you, you’re just there. 

But…he wouldn’t have agreed to this if he didn’t want you there, right? He wasn’t a person that did things he didn’t want to do. He didn’t stay in situations he didn’t like. And he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be. 

He hums in response to something Jayce had said, and leans closer to you.

Closer to the table. 

“Can you hand me my drink?” He asks, voice quiet, and very close to your ear. Smooth, and gentle, and low, it goes straight to the pit of your stomach. You can feel him nod towards the table, and, presumably, the one half-full glass there.

For a single heartbeat, you just revel in that feeling. And then you let go of that and lean towards the table, putting down your own drink and grabbing what must have been his.

“Yeah,” You exhale, and hold it out to him carefully. “here.” 

His hand snakes past you, and his fingers brush yours, careful as ever as he takes the drink from you. “Thank you.” He breathes, so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, and you have to suppress a shiver. 

And then he’s back to talking about the circuit boards – something about heat resistant coating and trying to find a new way to attach some wires – and you listen. Try not to feel guilty about how much you were enjoying every second. 

They go back and forth for a moment, going through ideas, and you listen. You’re not sure what it’s about, not anything you were familiar with. Probably not course work, then.

You reach over to the table to grab your own drink again, and then settle back against him. He’s mid-sentence, saying something about mechanical stress – No, that won’t work, it will put too much stress on the wires – and you sip your drink, trying to figure out what they were talking about. They both probably knew more about engineering than you did, but you were still curious. 

“What’s the problem?” You ask, leaning back against his chest and tilting your head up, closer to him. 

He breathes out a quiet hum before explaining. 

“We want to connect two circuit boards in moving parts,” He explains, “which means it needs to be more durable than it is now. The solder keeps breaking, and the wires would get damaged in the long run.” 

You hum thoughtfully, trying to get a hold of the problem. “What have you tried so far?”

“Additional joints,” Jayce answers, and you can feel Viktor nod. 

“Heat resistant coating, it protects the wires.” Viktor adds.

“...But not the connections.” You continue the thought, nodding.

“Right.” Viktor agrees, “The components are small, the solder can’t take the stress.” 

You hum thoughtfully, thinking it through. “Right.” 

And then you lean towards Mel, and the answer sheet for the oncoming quiz. “Gimme.” You reach towards the paper, “The pen, too.”

She looks surprised, and you roll your eyes a little. “I’m going to use the blank side.” You reassure her, and slowly, she hands you the paper and the pen.

“Have you tried putting any kind of casing around the connection?” You ask, “What’s the geometry like?”

“Eh–” He starts, leaning closer to see the paper, “No. And it’s flat.” Then, he shifts a little, “Do we have space for casings?” 

That’s aimed towards Jayce, and while he thinks, you draw a tentative sketch of what you were thinking. If the soldered connections were the brittle part but the wire itself could be coated, they could build a protective casing around the connection, and let the wire go through it. 

“If we move around the components a bit,” Jayce answers, “then I think so, yeah?”

You can feel Viktor nod slowly, and he leans closer, to look at the paper over your shoulder. 

“Would something like this work?” You ask, knowing he was watching, studying it. You lean back and put down the pen, giving him a better view of what you’d drawn. 

He hums thoughtfully, and his breath hits your cheek, the low rumble of his voice feeling like it wraps itself around your spine and drips straight into your core. 

You do your best to ignore it. 

“Could work.” He says quietly, before reaching for the pen. You tug it closer for him to reach, and he takes it, and scribbles something down to the paper, too. 

“We have three wires,” He mutters, drawing three small lines inside your model of the casing. “we’d need to –” He trails off, and you assume that at this point, he’s mainly talking to himself. That’s okay by you; you just listen to his voice and watch as he draws with quick, nimble fingers. His breathing is deep and steady, and you can feel all of it.

He keeps sketching, and then exhales deeply, shifting slightly again. “That could work. We could try that.” He says, thoughtfully, lifting the paper from the table and looking at it for a moment before handing it to Jayce. “What do you think?” 

You smile, proud of yourself for potentially solving their problem, and Jayce looks over the sketch, squinting in the low lighting. 

As Viktor leans back to his original spot, you settle against him again – and his hand grips your hip, hard, holding you in place. 

“Please don’t say anything.” He whispers, quiet and breathy, directly into your ear. Closer than at any point before.

For one fast heartbeat, you’re confused. 

And then you realize what’s going on; in the new position, you’re pressed against him again.

“I can’t–” He continues through his teeth, voice still so quiet you barely make it out, and the sentence ends in a quiet, frustrated groan. "...control this, at the moment."

You can feel his breathing, now considerably less relaxed than before, and – you’re pretty sure you could even feel his heartbeat, fast and pounding against you. 

Unless that was your own. You weren’t sure.

You could feel every inch of him pressed against you. 

Including what was definitely an erection. 

The realization makes heat flood through you, and with it, a few anxious knots somewhere deep inside you dissolve. 

One, he definitely wasn’t uncomfortable with you being in his lap, then, at least not in the way you’d feared, and two; you weren’t the only one feeling like this. Feeling like your skin was tingling, like you wanted to drink in every second of this and burn it to your memory, your focus honing in on every point of contact.

You glance over at Jayce and Mel – both studying the drawing now. 

Good. 

You smile a little to yourself. 

“Circuit boards, then?” You whisper, tilting your head so that you were talking only to him, “That’s what does it for you?” 

He exhales a small, slightly-strangled chuckle, and briefly drops his head on your shoulder. 

“Right.” He mutters, sarcastically. “That’s what this is about. Absolutely doesn’t have anything to do with you being in my lap.” 

He still sounds like he’s whispering through gritted teeth, and for a moment, you feel genuinely sorry for him. 

But not so sorry that it would cancel out everything else you were feeling about him.

This was the guy you’d had a crush on for – far too long. And here he was. Like this. Because of you. 

You were on uncharted waters, for sure; teetering on the edge of something. 

And you wanted to know what was on the other side. 

“Sorry.” You breathe out. 

You’re not sorry. Not really. And he knows it; you can hear it in the half groan - half sigh that he makes. 

“How am I supposed to focus on anything,” He whispers, “like this, when you’re right there?”

“Sorry.” You try again, and it’s not sincere this time, either. 

“This is torture.” 

“The good kind?”

He swallows, and his hand on your hip flexes, tightening the grip.

“The best.”

You look over to Jayce and Mel again. They’re talking about something, you can’t hear what it is, but that’s just good. It means that odds are they couldn’t have heard anything of your conversation either. 

Mel gets your attention first, asking you to go to the bathroom with her before the quiz – apparently she needs a buffer to make sure she doesn’t get caught in any conversations – and as she explains this, Viktor’s grip on your hip loosens, and he sighs quietly. 

“Sorry.” You breathe in his direction, this time more sincerely. 

In response, he lets out a long exhale, and shifts a little as you get up. 

You feel genuinely bad for him now, but at this point, there wasn’t much you could do. 

At least there was a table in front of him. 

Mel tells the boys to watch your drinks as she pulls you along. The people had moved to the tables, mostly, in anticipation of the quiz, and the bathroom wasn’t as crowded as it could have been. You don’t even need to wait in line. 

“Still no sign of your friends?” Mel asks, casually, as she’s checking her makeup in the mirror outside of the bathroom doors.

“No,” You answer, “but they’re not really my friends. Just classmates.”

She hums in answer. Then, she changes the topic, as smoothly as she does everything else. 

“How’s it going with Viktor?” She asks, and coming from her, it sounds casual. Like a totally normal question. 

You don’t know how to give her a normal answer, though. 

She glances at you, waiting. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, which is stupid, because the question doesn’t really leave much up for interpretation.

She lifts a single eyebrow. “I mean,” She says, slowly, “you two fit together like nuts and bolts, the boy has had a massive thing for you for ages, and you’re sitting in his lap.” She lists, “So, how’s it going?” 

You swallow, trying to think of something to say. 

“Good,” you start, “good, I guess?” 

That was true. It definitely wasn’t going badly. It was weird and new and you wanted to speak to him somewhere where you could be alone, but whatever this weird new thing was it definitely wasn’t bad. 

She hums again. Looks at you for a moment, before turning back to her reflection. “Good.” She echoes, “he deserves good things.” she adds, “and so do you.” 

You nod a little, not sure how to answer.

She doesn’t wait for an answer before walking out. "Come on."

Right. 

Now you just needed to go back out there, sit on his lap for the rest of the night without spontaneously combusting, and figure out where to go from there. 

That was going to be fun.

Part 2

#viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader

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So I decided to go back to school this year and am now in grad school, which I am somewhat struggling with more than I would like; damn them ADHD brain gremlins. As a grad school veteran, do you have any tips for not drowning in grad school while being a semi-functioning employed adult? 💚

Aha, well. I haven't actually gone to grad school while also working full time (unless I really lose my mind and do another master's degree while also managing two and/or three academic programs, but let's not talk about that), so I don't have specific suggestions in that regard. However, I can offer my basic tips for surviving grad school, which include:

* Set a routine and make sure you block out time to do your reading and/or writing. If nothing else, prioritize this. A lot of your grade in the class will come from what is directly before the professor's eyeballs, i.e. whether you can prove that you actually have a clue what they're teaching you and whether you can write coherently as a result. You can skim-read (dirty secret: almost all academics do), but you have to know how to skim-read, so you'll still taking in the essential points of the content. Usually this means reading the abstract, the introduction and conclusion, and maybe the beginning and end of each chapter or article section. Take notes. If you think "oh no, I'll definitely remember that!" -- that is the devil talking. Read with a pen in your hand. Future You will thank you.

* Likewise: you will need to take at least a few days to write a decent grad school essay. Plan in advance. Some people are the kind who can frantically scramble to pull an entire undergrad essay out of the hat on the night before and submit it at 11:59pm, but a) this doesn't work in grad school, or at least not as much, and b) if that's how you're going through it, you're not getting value out of it for money, and grad school is FRIKIN EXPENSIVE. The most amount of outstanding student loan debt I have is from my master's degree, not my bachelor's or PhD. If you're skating through it and bullshitting everything, then it's just not worth what you're paying.

* COMMUNICATE! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, COMMUNICATE!!!! This should be both to your professors in school and/or your bosses at your regular job. If you anticipate a schedule conflict, need an extension, have something that needs to be done in one front that will have to take priority over the other -- PLEASE COMMUNICATE! (Is this my Traumatized Faculty And/Or Administrator Voice talking? You can't prove it.) Don't drop in with a panicked email five hours before the deadline and beg for more time/a dispensation/extension/whatever. Most people will be willing to work with you, but that relies on giving them time and/or planning space to do so and make other arrangements; after all, they are also counting on you to be a team player and if you can't be, to give them the chance not to be screwed by your absence. It is a basic courtesy to promptly answer (and my god, READ!!!!) your emails and to communicate with other people BEFORE problems arise, rather than when you're right in the middle of them and it is already an emergency. Everyone will thank you for this.

* Likewise: work out which things need to be done as soon as they come up, and which ones are able to wait a little longer. My particular brand of neurodivergence often makes me think that I need to do new things RIGHT NOW GOD RIGHT NOW FIVE ALARM FIRE!! and I stress and get anxious until I do them, even if I'm already working on something else. Project-hopping can sometimes be helpful if you're feeling blocked on something else, but do also have a sense of what needs to be prioritized most.

* If you're not already on medication and/or have some way of managing your ADHD: I would strongly recommend that. Grad school is hard enough, and you don't need to make it artificially harder. There are always the usual bugaboos about obtaining any kind of care, but do what you have to do, medically or otherwise, to make sure you're putting your best foot forward and not artificially sabotaging yourself because the brain chemicals just won't play ball. Believe me, I also know something about that, so yeah.

Good luck!

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