#like. fine. i know you're trying to show your company in the best light and i get it

[rovsemyri]

I smoked away my brain..(plug!k.choso) ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

❄️UP ON MY GUMS , (I THINK THEY GOIN NUMB!)

now playing: demons- a$ap rocky

cw: plug!choso / drug dealer!choso, soft dom!choso, fem!reader, dubcon (kinda; sex under the influence), car sex, praising, riding, pussydrunk chosooo!, plot(kinda?), unprotected sex, creampie ₊˚ෆ₊

synopsis: it’s a friday night after work, you finally have the weekend off! stressed, you decide to call your plug, choso. you met him through one of your closest co-workers, yuiji after finding out he had a brother, since then, I guess you can say that you became choso's favorite customer — ★ (intended lowercase)

levy's note⭒⊹ ࣪ ˖: not my best work (i wrote this while i was high) :( but the show must go on. i had the idea to add visual links but i didn't know if people would be cool wit that, so lmk! tyy :) *there may be spelling errors,etc*

╰⟢ it was a late friday night and you didn’t have work tomorrow, so what did u do? called choso, your plug of course. though he was your drug dealer, you knew him a little bit more than his other customers, might even say, you got special treatment. choso was always laid back, he hated people in his business so not many people knew much about him, you wouldn’t have met him if it weren't for yuiji. 

 when he arrived, you stood outside the car door , just talking for a moment before he asked if you wanted to chill for a bit, suggesting you smoke a few blunts and talk…as you know, he always enjoyed your company. 

“so how you been, ma?” he asks, passing you the blunt as he fights a grin asking you the question. taking it from his hand, you take a pull before answering, “ tired, work has been stressing me out lately, but i’m doing okay” you flash him a small smile before taking another pull from the blunt. “you've been staying after hours, right?” he laughed a little, you could tell he was already buzzed. “you stalking me?” you ask, keeping up the light mood. passing the blunt back to him, your body began to feel heavy. 

“nahh, yuiji told me. the boy never shuts up about you, he’s worried bout you”, he says nonchalantly, taking another hit from the blunt. “you gotta take it easy for realll” his words slowing down a little. you could feel your head start to spin as the car became filled with more and more smoke, making your brain blank a little. “i’m doing fine though! just make sure you tell him to not worry when you get back” you laugh a little at the fact that yuiji worried about you and told his brother. choso takes a few pulls before outing the blunt. “you ain’t fine, you just said you was stressed” his words slur a little, the bud getting to his head. “ know i had smoke with you real quick, mama” he says with a grin on his face, pulling out another pre-rolled blunt, passing it to you with his lighter.

“being generous tonight, cho?” you smile at him, lighting the next blunt. “ you said you were stressed…you know i gotchu.” he says looking at you with a soft expression, making eye contact you try to avert your eyes. though choso was your friend’s brother you couldn’t help but admit he was so fucking hot. he was the quiet type, never spoke too much about himself or his life, he was a chill type of guy. that's what made you take interest in him, he was a mystery, really. 

you continue to spend the night just talking, getting things off your mind. choso was always a good listener and it seemed like he loved to listen to you talk. you could sometimes feel the way his eyes are glued to your lips as you're talking…or when he thinks you're not looking, you could feel the way his low eyes trace your figure as you tell him about what's going on. your mind gets more and more intoxicated as the rotation continues several times, somehow he’s still going, waiting for you to tap out or break the box. 

it's getting later as you both continue to talk, rotation going back forth as well, reminiscing about the past you both giggle and laugh. the euphoric feeling takes over your body, you haven’t felt this high in a really long time, you almost feel yourself twitching. choso lets out a soft laugh before passing the blunt back to you, his eyes low and red. “hmmph, cho, you’re not tapping out yet?” you pout giving him a playful hit on his arm before taking the blunt from his slender fingers. “think you could out smoke me, baby?” his tone lowers, a grin plastered on his face, laying back in his seat he watches as you look surprised at the name he called you. 

“of course i can!” you reply quickly with a smile on your face. “what you suggestin’ , girl? we try?” he says, his words slow and slurred, looking up at you making eye contact with you. 

you tried to avoid his eyes as you took another hit from the blunt, you couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked when he was high, you thought maybe shit was just getting to your head. 

“why you keep lookin’ away from me, ma?” he couldn’t help but laugh a little, clearly intoxicated. he passes you another blunt again with his lighter, willing to give into your little game. you kill off the blunt before looking at him, taking the next blunt from him to light , he couldn't help but smile. you could tell choso was on a different planet at the moment but you both felt the tension. “ you're gonna regret this, baby. you can’t out-smoke me” his tone was lower than before. you laugh, exhaling before passing it back to him.” you said you were being generous tonight, right cho?” you tease him, thinking that he’ll tap out sooner or later. the rotation continued.

and somehow, you find yourself in the backseat of choso’s car, the two front seats pushed back, making enough space for you to be perfectly sat on top of him. one hand on your hips, gripping them firmly. His shirt and your clothes are discarded and thrown onto the dashboard of the car and on the car floor. your chest pressed against his as he has one hand harshly holding down your hips on top of him, and the other around your neck. smashing his lips onto yours as the hand on your neck slightly tightened as it guided you to keep up with how he was moving. 

his kisses become sloppier by the minute as you grant his tongue access to yours, before he pulls away, loosening the grip on your neck and allowing you to catch your breath. “this is what ya’ get, baby” he groans, his gaze focused on the way your body looked as you were on top of him, trying to catch your breath. you couldn’t help but take a minute to breathe, his hands traveling to your lower body. his two large hands on your hips, gripping them firmly, slightly pushing your clothed cunt against his tightening bulge, his jeans unbuckled & pushed down far enough to reveal the wet spot forming in his boxers..“cmonn, please help me, baby” choso whined, guiding your hips to grind against his bulge through your soaked panties. . “choso, you’re just really high right now, relax” you pat his head before looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders. 

he groans, throwing his head back before pulling you closer to his chest. “fuck, i’m so impatient, girl” he whines, burying his face into your neck. one of the hands-on your hips now placed on ur neck, you almost gasp at the feeling of the slightly tight grip on your neck “cho.. take it easy on me” you choke out trying to keep yourself composed as you could feel how hard the poor boy was under you. 

planting wet kisses and leaving deep shades of red and purple on your neck, you bite your tongue to hold back the small yelps that almost escape your lips each time you feel his teeth gently sink into the sensitive spots of your neck

poor thing, he couldn’t help but think about how badly he wanted to stuff your tight cunt. his head spinning and low eyes making it worse, he needed it. 

“please let me fuck you, baby” he whines into your neck, he couldn’t take it anymore. he barely waits for you to nod before choso let’s out a soft growl, growing needier by the moment, one of his hands moving away from your hips. slowly moving down to your panties.

he brushes his thumb over your clit, “just the tip baby, I promise” he whines, looking up at you with his low red eyes, moving your panties to the side , “promise??” you move one of your hands down to his erection, freeing them from his boxers. “promise, doll face” he says, lining himself up with you, his hands digging into your soft hips. 

you choke back a moan as the tip of his cock enters your soaking cunt. a loud whimper escapes his lips as he throws his head back. he couldn’t take it , your tight cunt was squeezing his leaking tip. he wanted to see how you’d take him sooo bad. 

 “fuck- i’m s-sorry ma but-“ he manages to say through his sped up breathing before roughly pushing your hips down, your cunt stretching around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. “chosoo, you p-promised” you moan loudly. “sorry baby, take it for me… please?” he almost finds himself begging. 

his rough hands hold your body up, rutting his hips into you at a slow but steady pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling, kissing your cervix each time he comes back down. bouncing yourself back on him, one of his hands cup your face forcing you to look at him with your teary eyes. 

he couldn’t help himself from taking in every part of you. he loved watching the way you tried to hide the way your facial expression changed each time his tip hit the right spot. admiring the pretty sounds you made for him and only him to hear. he loved knowing that he was the one relieving your stress. 

““fuckkk .. you move your hips so well. keep riding me s-so fucking good.” he moans loudly before pulling you closer to him. you could swear his voice was louder than yours but he just couldn’t help it. 

you feel the tears well up in your eyes as his pace begins to quicken, pounding into you, the vibrations riding along your sensitive clit making you moan louder with pleasure. “-- ngh! feels good .. s-so good,” you babble, your body getting tired, you lean on his chest for more support. 

your nails digging into his back, the pain almost giving him more energy, he pounds into you harder making the sounds you were making impossible to suppress. you feel the knots in your stomach tighten. 

“c-cumming—m’ gonna c-cum mmph!!” you whine, 

“ cmon baby,, cum on my dick m’ almost there” he groans in your ear as you grip his shoulders tighter. you feel a euphoric wave overtake your body as he continues to chase his high, fucking you through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking as he overstimulates your weak spot. 

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!--- p-please take it, princess. m’ right there” he’s at the point of tears. your vision is blurry as you watch as he desperately fucks into you. you weakly push yourself back against him, attempting to help him. 

“i’m cumming, p-please don’t stop” he whines loudly as he continued to fuck into you before feeling his dick twitch inside of you, his breathing became heavier. he buries his face into your neck, whimpering as he paints your tight gummy walls white, riding out his high.

he lifts his head, face stained with tears, he looks at you with low eyes, trying to catch his breath. 

“ think ya got one more fa’ me, princess?” 

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[samoankpoper21]

JJK Men When You Get Your Period

A/N Split their reaction into 3 categories: freaking out, this is nothing, and wHAT 🤣 don't know if these would be considered "canon" but it's what I think may or may not be their accurate reaction 🤣Enjoy~!!

Gojo Satoru: This dude is high key low key freaking out I'm not even joking 🤣 he's seen blood but why is it coming out of there 🤣 "Babyyyyyy," Satoru's sweet voice rang throughout your shared apartment. You exited the bedroom in your robe, Satoru's smile dropping a little. "What's wrong honey? Why aren't you dressed?" "Satoru, I don't think I can escort you to your company's all white event." "Eh? Why? What's wrong? Talk to me." "In the state I'm in I'll end up cursing the whole event." "What are you talking about? You're scaring me Y/N-chan." "Everyone knows you don't wear white, especially now." "Make it make sense." "Babe I just started my period." "O-oh...ooooooooohmygawd are you ok?! Are you hurt?! Should I call in?! Yeah ima call in." "Satoru, stop being dramatic." you chided. "Go in my stead. This is the school's founding anniversary and plus you guys are honoring those who we lost. Can you imagine how Yaga and the rest of the staff will feel knowing one of their most prominent members doesn't show up?" "But what about you?" he pouted. You grabbed his face planting a kiss on his forehead atop his blindfold. "I'll be fine love. I'm just bloated and bleeding." "You're bleeding?!" "Satoru, I swear to gawd we go through this every month."

Yuji Itadori: Much like his (adoptive) father he's freaking out too. This is uncharted territory for him. "Megumi! Have you seen Y/N?" "She went home early, said somethin' bout not feeling too good." Yuji rushed off telling Megumi to cover for him. He ran to the store and brought you a bouquet of daisies, quickly paying the cashier, and rushing to your apartment. A flurry of knocks could be heard at your door and you groaned knowing who it was. "Y/N! Y/N! Hello? Y/N!" He reminded you of a puppy, albeit an annoyingly cute one. You cracked the door and you swear you saw his eyes light up with stars. "Y/N!" He quickly hugged you allowing himself in. "Daisies?" "Oh," he offered the bouquet towards you. "These are for you." You chuckle. "Yuji, I'm not dead, though I do feel like I'm dying." "Huh? What's going on Y/N-chan? Are you alright? Do you need to go the hospital? Where does it hurt? On a scale of 1-10 how bad is your pain level?" "Yuji," you chuckle again. "Calm down. My period started today." "Eh?" you kissed his cheek reassuring him. "Don't worry I'm not gong to die off of a little bit of blood." "Little blood?!" "Yuji I bleed from my vagina once a month." "Oh," he blushes at how you can nonchalantly refer to your genitalia. To this day he still blushes when you say dick. "Lay with me? I need your warmth as my personal heating pad."

Yuta Okkotsu: He wouldn't freak out per se but he is a bit confused as to what to do. He'll try to help you out as best as he could while trying to keep Rika at bay 😅 "Rika-chan, please!" "I swear to gawd Yuta if you don't get her out of here I'll make her disappear for you." Your patience was at an all time low as the pain from your cramps intensified. It didn't help that your boyfriend was low key clueless so he thought it was a bright idea to summon his former lover to 'help' him. You couldn't blame him though, he isolated himself growing up so obviously he missed out on 'the talk'. You took a deep breath and ask through gritted teeth, "Rika dear, be a doll and give us a second hm?" She looked to Yuta and he nodded, you letting out the breath you were holding. "I don't understand-" "Yuta-kun, please. Let me say this first. I don't blame you for not knowing what do with these situations due to your upbringing but I've said this before: this is normal. To bleed every month. It lets us women know that 1) we are not pregnant and 2) prepares us for the pains of child birth." A blush spread across his face. "O-oh, is that so?" "Yes and I would appreciate it if you asked me instead of relying on Rika. Part of being on my period means I'll be experiencing mood swings like now and weird cravings. I'm your girlfriend Yuta. I'm in the here and now." "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was like that." "It's ok." A moment of silence passed when he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Get me a pint of rocky road ice cream and we'll call it even."

Toge Inumaki: This poor baby would low key be freaking out 😅 he understands that you're bound to be in pain once a month but he still can't help but fret around 😅 "Mustard leaf! Mustard leaf!" "I'm fine Toge-kun. You don't have to worry. This is normal hunn'." "Bonito flakes!" "Toge-kun this. is. normal." "Salmon roe." You chuckled grabbing his face planting a kiss on his forehead. "Baby, the pain is nothing. It's just preparing me in the event that we have kids." His eyes grew big as he shyly says, "Salmon." You chuckled again kissing his forehead.

Kento Nanami: This man is a GOD SEND 😭 you want ice cream? He'll get it for you. Need a heating pad? Say less. This man is literally attentive to your needs especially when it's that time of month for you - he's those boyfriends that'll have a basket full of your favorite snacks ready for you 😭❤️ You walked into your shared apartment, body feeling heavy. Today was a long day at work and it doesn't help that you were on your period. You dropped your keys in the tray setting your purse down when you realized the scented candles, lights dim. "Baby?" Kento came around the corner mixing chocolate chip cookie dough in a bowl, your heart swelling at the image of him still in his dress shirt apron thrown over. "Hey love. Go ahead and take a bath. I ran the water so by the time your're done the cookies should be ready." You could feel your lips trembling as you walked to him enveloping him in a back hug. "Honey?" "You're such a blessing to me you know that? Too good for me." He turned around hugging you to him kissing your forehead. "I love you." "I love you too."

Megumi Fushiguro: This is nothing new to him, he's had to deal with Tsumiki when it was her time of the month. I feel like Megumi would be the one to get the sanitary napkins for you, no shame in his game 🤭 2 girls passed by whispering about how good looking Megumi is, Megumi not paying them any mind. He stood there pondering between the boxes of super tampons or ultra. "Would you like some help?" One of the girls offered. "No thank you. These are for my girlfriend." "Lucky girl." She purred as she moved closer. Megumi stepped back shoving the box of assorted pack in her face. "Thanks but I've found what I've been looking for."

Geto Suguru: Unlike his husbando counterpart Satoru, Suguru handles you with ease. He pries into your feelings trying to understand what it is that makes you tick during the time of the month and tries to help out as best as he could. A warm hand on your forehead rouses you from your sleep. You peel your eyes open to see your boyfriend. "Suguru?" "Hi love." he whispers. "How long was I out for?" "Couple hours," You try to sit up but wince at the pain in your lower abdomen. "You need another heating pad?" "No thank you." You look at your boyfriend small pools of tears welling at the corners of your eyes. "What's wrong love?" "I'm just-you're so good to me thank you, especially when my emotions are all over the place during the time of the month." Shushing you, he kissed your forehead gently reassuring, "Of course love. I'll always be here for you."

Ryomen Sukuna: This dude is a little shit ngl 🤣 when you're on your period he calls it your devil week because apparently that's when you act out 🙄 The King of Curses is usually never afraid of anything unless it's you on your period; he gets the concept of it and tries to steer away from you. There are a few times where he teases you about being on your period but he knows it never ends well 😅 You have a condition called menorrhagia so when you bleed you bleeeed. You had just got through changing out your pad for the 4th time within the last hour and a half when Sukuna snarkily remarks, "I've seen way more blood than that. What you got going on is nothing." You fling the used pad at his head. "What the hell Y/N!" "You see those clumps of jelly? That's my blood coming out of this vagina. Wanna know the worst part? Those jelly like clumps are blood clots, so don't you DARE FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT HOW LITTLE MY BLOOD IS BECAUSE GOT DAMN IT SUKUNA I WILL BLEED ALL OVER YOU IF I HAVE TO! "Ok ok chill it with the theatrics." "I swear to gawd Sukuna I will kill you with my own bare hands so help me God. If I can't kill you with these hands I will pour some holy water down your throat" "On that note let me go buy your favorite ice cream."

Choso: Choso is practically a blood bender 🤣 nah but in all seriousness when it's that time of month for you Choso is just 😅 his reaction is just 🤦🏽‍♀️ You groaned at how heavy your flow was. You were changing your pad while your boyfriend Choso was stepping out the shower glancing at your full one. "Ew babe, don't look at it. It's gross." "That's a lot of blood." "I know it's so annoying. Like how the hell am I bleeding this much and I'm still living and breathing!" "I can manipulate it you know, make it go back in thinner or something." "What?!" "Huh?"

Toji Fushiguro: I know there are some sharks out there and Toji is one of them 🤧 I don't know what it is about that time of month but it makes him twice as horny for you. Toji sniffed the air closing his eyes, inhaling deeply at your scent. He knew that it was that time of month for you. You were laying in bed when you felt your feet being dragged to the edge of the bed. "Toji!" you squealed. "I need you." "Babe," you tried pushing him away as he began leaving hickies on your neck. "I-ngh-I'm on my period right now." "I know." You grabbed his face asking, "Are you sure?! You're not going to be grossed out by all the blood??" "The fuck? Hell no. Besides I know you get just as horny as I do." You paused. Well there's no denying that. "Don't worry I bought the dark towels."

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[queers-gambit]

Dating Billy Hargrove HC's

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

warnings: cursing, abusive parents, dysfunctional relationships, toxic lovers, romanticism of toxic character. borderline NSFW because sex is a part of relationships (and this is Billy we're talking about, so...) please proceed maturely.

• strap in - let's fucking GOOOOOOOOO

• this boy is something else, okay? he's like nobody you've ever met, anyone you've ever dated - he's unlike anybody in this small town that you've grown up in your whole life.

• he's a Cali boy - he even smells like trouble!

• oh, but Billy Boy isn't all that meets the eye. he's complex, he's damaged, he's confused, he's harboring a lot of anger and resentment.

• his mom's been gone and out of the picture for so long, one might worry he's taken on a harmful view towards women. however, that's not the case at all.

• you meet on his first day of school - i know, i know, how cliche, right? only it was completely unavoidable. you were a star student, all right? your grades weren't stellar but they weren't bad; you tested decently well; maybe you played a sport and had a club or two you attended.

• it makes you the perfect student for the guidance counselor to select "randomly" to help show the new kid around.

• he's not very warm when you first meet. he's got this look in his eye and they way he totally shmoozed Miss McKenna (the principals own middle aged assistant) was enough to make your mind throw up multiple red flags.

• so you show him around. answer a few questions but when he tries to get personal, maybe asking what you were doing after school, you insist the tour's over and he could find his way from there.

• you don't give him a second glance as you leave him alone in the hallway and Billy's lips are pulling in a smirk.

• he was unlike anyone you knew - but you were the exact breath of fresh air Billy needed.

• so, he pines. poor baby doesn't know what to do when a girl isn't melting on the spot when he looks at her. in fact, he's not seen you or spoken to you since you showed him around.

• drives him a little crazy but he's fine. because eventually, he finds you one day, after school, looking distraught. it's obvious you want to be alone based on your location and Billy's never been the comforting type, all right?

• doesn't stop him from approaching you and silently taking the seat on the pavement beside you. he doesn't speak. just lights a cigarette and hands it to you before lighting one for himself. the silence prolongs until you break it.

• "what're you doing here?" you sniffled, trying to hide the emotion you felt.

• and Billy would shrug, "just hangin'. looked like you could've used some company."

• you're vulnerable, so, you admit you're waiting for your father and when you mention you don't have the best relationship, he goes rigid with understanding and empathy.

• an emotion he's NOT accustomed to.

• he learns your father and mother divorced years ago and he's been in and out of your life since. however, he called that morning and begged to pick you up from school so you could have some 'father-daughter time'... yet here you were, tears in your eyes, waiting on a man who wouldn't show.

• Billy offers you a ride home and finds he enjoys your banter so much, he offers to drive you home the next day.

• you're a little suspicious but he doesn't make a single move. he just drives you home after school, both of you lost in some ridiculous conversation that you're not even sure how it started.

• it then turns into him picking you up before school, too. just for a little extra time together.

• oh, and then, he was coming to your house on the weekends.

• he didn't mind you fussing in his hair if it meant he could light a joint and relax without the fear of his father.

• in fact, Billy becomes so dependent on you and the escape your presence provides him that he keeps a small duffel bag full of clothes in your closet. for emergencies, you know?

• and there are a few emergencies, sure. you're pretty used to him crashing a night there. you'll wash the dirty clothes he leaves and put them in the duffel after for next time.

• again, he's a Cali boy so he smokes. and he'll be really critical of the weed in Hawkins 'cause he's used to 'good shit'.

• but considering the small town, he takes what he can get.

• you have a lot of open, honest, vulnerable conversations when smoking because both of your filters will go down.

• he doesn't realize it until later but those are the moments he's opening himself up to you most in. while scary, he feels something akin to relief and gratitude to have someone to share parts of himself with.

• your friendship starts off innocent; just two people hanging out, cracking jokes, complaining about their home life. but it changes around December.

• you become close to Max - it's almost impossible not to. you're fond of Billy and would do what you could to help take him away from the pain of his father, but Max didn't really have anyone.

• until the party adopted her, but outside that, she got used to seeing you around a lot. and no, you never minded when she'd ask for your help on something; be it boys, school, friends, or her skateboard.

• you and Max bond by her teaching you to skate. and Billy won't admit it, but his heart felt ten times lighter the day he looked out the window and saw your hands clasped in Max's, rolling on her board, both of you laughing so hysterically, it made you fall to the grass.

• the laughter didn't end for the rest of the day, and Max wondered if this was what a sister felt like.

• in December, you accept to help her get ready for the Snowball Dance! precious babies!

• you bring a whole suitcase full of clothes, a tote bag of shoes, make-up, and hair accessories. and of course, a few magazines for references.

• when Billy opens the door, he smirks as he takes in your baggage, "movin' in, princess?"

• he reaches to take the tote bag off your shoulder so you wouldn't carry the weight.

• but Max is there, nudging him out of the way, "she's here for me."

• when Billy's puppy-eyes turn to you, you can't help but sigh lightly and hand Max the wheeling suitcase. she dashes back for her room and you stand in front of Billy, hands flattened against his waist as you tease lightly, "you're gonna have to share me, you know."

• his eyes would roll lightly, "says who?"

• "behave," you chuckled, moving to help Susan get Max ready. and by the end of the night, you're waving the redhead off with Billy's arm slung around your shoulders. "see what happens when you're patient?"

• Susan and Neil dropped Max off before going on their own date, meaning you and Billy were home alone.

• you might've felt nervous but he never pressured you. instead, he seemed a little more tender as the holidays drew on and you had a sneaking suspicion he was mourning the life, and family, he knew before.

• so, what do you do? you're pulling ingredients out in his kitchen and insisting he helps you make a batch of cookies. the radio is flicked on and Christmas carols ring around the room.

• he's not good at baking but he laughs more in those two hours than he had in a full week. his eyes get soft and he might even act on the way his heart feels vulnerable, pulling you in for a slow dance around the kitchen.

• snow MIGHT even start to fall outside, marking this as your very own Snowball Dance.

• Billy kisses you that night, your lips tasting like the batter your finger had taken a dollop of. it's a searing kind of kiss, the one that feels like a long time coming - finally arriving and making your body explode with pinpricks of hormones.

• needless to say, you two were joined at the hip from that day on. Neil wasn't the biggest fan of you because you were just so fucking nice - it confused him what you saw in Billy.

• but you saw all the best parts of him, despite Neil's conditioning to showcase the worst.

• so, you're dating now, right? beautiful. doesn't mean it's perfect, okay? Billy's still a little bent outta shape that he requires time and understanding.

• he's doing his best, okay?

• he curses, like, a lot. at you, near you, in reference to you. but he’ll never resort to cheap ploys and will always comes to your defense if someone’s out of line.

• big fan of the whole ‘total dickhead to everyone except so-and-so’. cause that’s you and Billy.

• but when Billy's your boyfriend, oh, lord! get ready for the PDA 'cause he's chomping at the bit to touch you every moment.

• it shocks you to learn physical touch is his love language, what with the way Neil abuses him; you'd assumed touch might trigger him.

• but Billy explains to you that your touch could never hurt him and he relishes in the warmth your hands provide. instead of the fear Neil instilled, your touch gave comfort. warmth. hope, and peace.

• so, you run with that information. walking around the mall? your hands are conjoined or an arm is around someone's waist. at school? your hand might stray to run through his curls in the cafeteria, earning his attention. grocery store? boy's got his hands around your waist, or somewhere near your neck, while you push the cart lazily up and down the aisles.

• yes, yes, yes, Billy comes to you when anything goes wrong. he's never been like that, he doesn't understand why now, all of a sudden when he's overwhelmed, he's sneaking out and running to your house. but you're a safety net for him, and you wipe his tears; how can he not feel safe with you?

• your mom don't like him 'cause she's heard all the rumors. she even once belonged to Karen Wheeler's bookclub but left it because all the middle aged ladies were talking about her daughter's boyfriend hyper-sexually.

• she had a hard time looking Billy in the eye after that.

• it makes your mom a bit uneasy. but she respects your wishes and your want to be in a relationship. so, life carries on with a few back handed or passive aggressive comments.

• you don't like the smell of cigarettes so he won't smoke around you. you know it's a hard habit to kick and sometimes he'll ask if it's okay, but he'll definitely refrain from smoking cigarettes around you.

• he might even start to feel a little insecure and leaves an extra shirt in the trunk of his car to change into so that your nose isn't pressed right against the smoke-filled fabric.

• Billy's a big ass baby, man. look, he's a total sucker for not doing shit; throwing a movie on and literally laying on top of you. one of your hands would run through his hair as the other caressed the skin of his neck and cheek. one leg laid flat along his as the other bends to lean against his hip and keep him cocooned in your love.

• he'll often fall asleep like that. big ass baby. God, i love him.

• loves when you play with his hair. you're the only one he allows - no, i'm serious! others have tried, others really want to, but Billy never let them. until you and then it felt like your hands belonged in his silky tresses.

• don't get me started on Billy being protective. cause that's his whole thing, okay?

• shit, got me started. look, so, Billy gives a WHOLE new meaning to being protective. he's defending you against anyone - even his own father - because nobody talks shit about you.

• he's been handed a few beatings by Neil for raising his voice in defense of you.

• but he says he'd do it again and again. nobody got to say a single word he didn't like about you. girls in the locker rooms? yeah, all that gossip stopped after Billy confronted the cheer captain before Chrissy.

• few boys at a party looking at you like you're a piece of meat? oh, look! a heavy arm is slinging around your shoulders to turn you; a hand gripping you cheeks to pull you in for a bruising kiss. due to the intensity, you know he's staking his claim; sliding your tongue into his mouth as distraction.

• does the trick because he's groaning when you pull back. his hand's on your ass, telling anyone watching who you belonged to.

• he'll approach those dudes later and growl, "i catch you lookin' at my girl again, it'll be the last time you have eyes."

• is it aggressive? yes, but so is Billy, and so is his determination to protect you. he doesn't always know the best way to do that but he's figuring it out as he goes.

• you often have talks about his protectiveness but you understand he's very unsure how to go about all of this, so, you both take it in stride. if he catches your glare when he's acting up, he'll begrudgingly back down but that's okay. why? 'cause you're taking his hand and pulling you both away from whatever situation set him off.

• and he's a sweetheart when he wants to be. baby boy can't stand to see your tears, so, if you start to cry, every defense he has is dropping.

• he's been the reason for your tears a few times and he's gutted by the idea. so, you see the progress he makes in avoiding previous issues to avoid your tears.

• communication's difficult for Billy but he tries, only for you. he knows you can't read his mind and he needs to verbalize his needs; maybe doing it a little roughly but he was doing it at least. and practice makes perfect, so, it's fine.

• because your relationship is a partnership that you both have equal stake in. your job isn't to judge, but to encourage.

• but you also get him to open up communication with Max and Susan - since Neil is a lost cause.

• you've never seen Neil physically strike Billy but you've heard the yelling and you've heard the impact of a few slaps from your place in Billy's bedroom and theirs from the kitchen.

• on those days, Billy's darting back into his room and closing the door before leaning against it. his cheek's red and swelling slightly, making you stand in worry. but your movement shakes him from his thoughts and he's sniffling, "get your things, sweet girl, we're heading out."

• "where?"

• "anywhere that isn't here. i can't have you here when he's riled up like that, we gotta go."

• always protecting you.

• ayo, y’all know that medallion he wears? well guess what? he placed it around your neck and claims it’ll protect you when he can’t. he wants to see it on you. my fucking HEART.

• Billy comes to you for any academic help. he doesn't give a single fuck about school, didn't even bring a pencil his first week. but he doesn't want to flunk out and repeat so he puts in just enough effort.

• sometimes, it's not enough and he's coming to you to help proofread his essay to ensure he got at least a 75% to weigh his grade to passing.

• he gets an 88% and fucks you into the mattress.

• you're a lot more inclined to help him with homework after that.

• he's a private person. so, even if you're left in his room while he showers or goes to handle whatever Neil's yelling about, you're not able to see many personal things. everything's hidden and you're not about to snoop through his shit.

• eventually, after a particularly hard day, he's holding you in his arms, on his bed, and then reaching for a wooden box under it. inside are pictures and memorabilia, explaining he hid it so Neil couldn't weaponize it against him.

• and in front of your eyes, he takes a polaroid photo of you two and places it in the box for safekeeping. "because i treasure you, my sweet girl," he'd whisper. "don't want anyone taking this from me."

• heart melts.

• Billy dominates you. like clockwork.

but y'all ever see Game of Thrones and Khaleesi rides Khal Drogo for the first time? he comes in ready to dominate her and she's like nah, l got this and rides him to oblivion?

• think THAT but with Billy.

• he'll want you to be a plaything one day, but the next, he's mewling like a bitch in heat while you ride him. he'll even let your hand wrap around his throat when you're on top.

• he won't admit he likes it but you can tell.

• Billy likes telling you how pretty you are. you get all flustered and he adores it, finding it funny that he'll be balls deep in you, telling you all kinds of profane things he wanted to do to your pussy and you'll just eat it up - but the moment he tells you you're beautiful, you're all embarrassed like a school girl.

• spurs the nickname "pretty girl". he'll call you other pet names, too, but he'll always resort back to "pretty" or "sweet girl".

• big sucker for the troupe, 'never calling you your government name unless angry' cause that's Billy. like 100%. he won't call you your name unless angry (at you) or trying to be serious. meaning it's always a pet name rolling off his tongue.

• HA! good luck trying to leave Billy without a kiss goodbye. it does NOT matter if you literally run up to him because you forgot your chapstick in his jacket pocket and have to get back to practice - he's pulling you in for a kiss before you leave. going to work? where's his kiss, huh? oh, you thought you were getting out of this car without a kiss? that's illegal. the toll tax is now three kisses.

• the boy melts when you kiss him and your hand will hold his cheek. so simple but so intimate for him.

• and when cuddling, he's a big fan of feeling your nails against his skin and scalp. he even likes it when you trace over his face with a fingertip, leaning in to peck his lips quickly before huddling back under his chin.

• Billy often wonders what he did to deserve you - often comes up with jackshit.

• he says he loves you first but it starts as a fight. probably over something stupid, like Tommy H. hitting on you in calculus, but it'll snowball out of control because he's scared of what he's feeling, and over the very idea that someone could take you from him.

• when Billy's scared, fight or flight kicks in and his natural instinct is to fight then flee. so, he'll pick at scabs and old wounds to make them bleed so you won't try to stop him when he leaves.

• but you've been around long enough to know how he ticks.

• the conversation will be instigated by you, begging him to tell you the fucking truth, and he's shouting, "because I'm in love with you, for fuck's sake!"

• mmmmh, yeah, you get fucked on the couch that night because you can't make it to his room. thankfully, nobody was home because y'all are like frantic rabbits going at it. and when you're on top that night, you tell him, "i love you too," against his lips; that fucking hand holding against his cheek.

• he goes a little feral and will wrap his arms around your waist to hold you in position before jackhammering his hips up into yours. growling, sweating, just desperate to be as physically close to one another as possible.

• he wants to hear you say you love him all the time now. Billy needs a lot of reassurance and you've plenty to give. he'll make it a point to remind you he loves you even when in a fight - the very idea of you thinking he didn't anymore enough to make him want to tug his hair out.

• baby boy feels like his mother didn't know / hear how much he loved her, and that's why she easily left him behind. so, he'll be damned if he lets you think the same thing.

• don't try the whole words of affirmation shit because it'll literally always end in a fight. some abusive conditioning can't be changed.

• doesn't mean you let Billy forget his value. and oh, fuck, is he grateful for you. he's insecure under all that bravado and telling him you see his value is almost as good as hearing you loved him.

• in public, he's usually whispering in your ear some shitty joke. arm around your neck and shoulders. just happy to be near each other and never once giving a fuck about PDA.

• you never touch a door, you hear me? never. Billy opens all doors, even if he's pissed off.

speaking of -

• nobody angers him like you, because you're so close.

• but also, nobody can bring Billy back to reality like you can.

• he stops beating people up because he worries about your opinion of him; and he never wants to give you reason to be afraid of him.

• but when angry, he's loud. he throws shit. he'll curse and when overwhelmed, he'll cry and break down in earnest confusion.

• his anger takes over and makes his heart feel heavy; but after the initial storm cloud, he's vulnerable and stripped bare of his defenses as you're cuddling him close.

• Billy tells you he doesn't like to be so angry and he's trying to find other outlets.

• and you assure him that it's okay to feel overwhelmed and like he's gonna blow his top off. it's okay to have emotion, and it's okay to not know what to do with it.

• fuck and that smile? man, he's got you like putty in his hands when he flashes that blinding smile.

• it's cool though 'cause he's totally whipped and if you pout, he's going to get whatever you asked him for. baby boy's a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, making it your secret weapon. you don't use it often but when you do, Billy swears his heart beat stops and speeds up all at the same time.

• he really likes kissing you. if you're not in the mood to fuck, you're tired, stressed, whatever, he's fine with it as long as you're game for a little make out session. honestly? you're never not game.

• Billy's a big cuddler but never in front of people, only ever in private.

• but he's very proud to be your man so he looks for any reason to touch you. it's a sense of both protectiveness and possession; daring anyone to come and relinquish his claim so he might have reason to beat the shit outta one of these punks looking at his girl.

• or so his brain tells him. he's much more even tempered with you but every now and then, old habits flare up, and it's up to you to safely defuse the time bomb that is Billy's anger.

• Billy often doesn't feel worthy of you, so, he'll start fights. you're quick to shut it down.

• and when it's good, it's really good.

• boy will bring you flowers because it makes him feel like he's doing at least something right. and the way your lips will spread in a beaming smile has him making a mental note to pick up another bouquet sometime soon.

• picnics. i know, he doesn't seem the type, you thought so as well. but it's solitary for you both; peaceful and away from the crazy shit going on in town. besides, when he's with you, he's not looking at anyone or wondering about their opinion - his focus is 110% on you.

• which means he can read your body language like he's fluent. nervous ticks? he knows 'em. gotta pee? he can tell. feeling some pent up sexual frustration? he's not sure how it's possible but he knows what's going on, and he's taking action.

• he knows your birthday and anniversary too, so, he's always prepared. never before had he cared about ANY of that - but then you happened, and it all changed.

• ugh - changing Billy's attitude around. he's not so much of a dickhead once he starts dating you. everyone at school notices it.

• he's stupid sweet and gentle with you. he'll stand at your locker and curl your hair behind both ears as you talk; completely focused on all that you are.

• rejects other girls (harshly) because he's enamored with you. and he doesn't like people hitting on him when they know he's with you, it feels like blatant disrespect.

• forehead kisses like a motherfucker.

• Billy telling you you're the calm he needs in life.

• he's adores you, kinda thing. you can do no wrong, kinda thing.

• he pulls you into his lap a lot. again, PDA ain't no worry to him. just no cuddling... but hanging on his lap with an arm around his shoulders is A-OK.

• in fact, he takes it a few steps farther and sees where the most public place you two can have sex is.

• so far, the movie theater was it but that was complicated and not a whole lot of fun considering you were freaked out the whole time.

• but you made it up to him by taking him up the water tower and going three rounds.

• sex is a staple in any relationship, okay? but Billy's never pressured you and always lets you drive the situation. he honestly likes spending time with you, so, if you don't fuck, he doesn't care.

• only your boyfriend is stupid hot and you look for reasons to jump his bones. mmh...

• and when he's feeling randy and wanting to dominate - LORD! the way that boy makes you feel should be borderline illegal. his touches like hot rocks against your skin; kisses from pillowy lips that tasted suspiciously like your chapstick; tongue sweeping over your neck and making your mind go a little fuzzy.

• you go with him on his 18th to get his skull tattoo. you make a joke about getting a matching one but he's really turned on by the idea. you consider it for a few months.

• maybe you do it, maybe not. but you do get a tattoo and Billy's almost humping the air when he sees it.

• nope, he's not letting you paint his nails but he'll give you his opinion on colors. in fact, he'll catch a little bit of an attitude when he notices the once cherry red color of your fingernails has turned into a midnight blue, asking, "your other boyfriend like this color?"

• "baby, i can pick out my nail color."

• "just usually ask me my opinion," he'd huffed.

• you ask him before you change it now.

• matching his and her sunglasses.

• listen to me: nobody touches a fucking thing in Billy's Camaro. okay? but for you... yeah, okay, he's actually okay with you changing the radio station. and adjusting the temperature in the car. and sure, he'd probably kick anyone else out if they tried this, but he actually smiles when your feet escape your shoes to curl under you in his passenger seat.

• you're the only person he trusts to drive his car, too. doesn't happen often but twice now, he'd gotten shitfaced at a party and it was your responsibility to get you both home.

• clingy drunk Billy. might even fuck around and pout at you. Definitely just wants you to lay with him, touch him, be close to him.

• he's not used to being loved so it's a learning experience for you both. but when his head is nestled between your shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent while a hand lazily traces along your belly, there's nothing he'd rather do than this life with you.

• you're the calm, he's the fury. you're the eye, he's the storm. you're the soft and smooth, he's the rough and jagged. but i'll be damned if this relationship isn't exactly what he needs.

• you're unyielding in your love and affection, and he's silently thanking God as you lay in his arms. his eyes might even well with unshed tears as he thinks over in his head every reason he doesn't deserve you, but every reason he'll selfishly keep you.

• oof, but Billy operates on a short fuse so when he's feeling touchy, you have to tread carefully. due to how close you guys are, you're usually the first line of defense he takes his irritation out on and that results in you ignoring him for days.

• but Billy's full of remorse; knowing Neil made him feel like shit and it wasn't fair to in turn take it out on you, just so you'd feel the same. so, he's going to Max for advice.

• i know, holy shit, right? it's just, he's not used to fucking shit up and then wanting to fix it - he usually just runs. but he's tired of running, so, he asks Max to help.

• and Max loves you and thinks Billy's a different person since meeting and dating you, so, she agrees. and the Hargrove / Mayfield siblings are concocting some plan.

• turns out, he doesn't need a big plan - he just needs honesty. he'll get you your favorite flowers and crawl up the oak tree in your yard, balance himself, and knock on your window.

• '80s parents and guardians are oblivious, so, nobody hears him sneaking in and out almost every other night. call that child safety.

• but it's been 3 WHOLE days since he's seen or kissed you, and poor baby is going a little crazy. he'll present the flowers and crawl into your bed, the pair of you dedicating that moment to talk about what happened and how to avoid it in the future.

• and Billy might let a tear or two fall, asking, "why do you forgive me so easily?"

• "because i can see you're genuinely upset by this, baby," you'd sighed, pushing a few curls from his forehead. "but that doesn't mean this can continue. you've gotta do better, baby, please."

• "for you? anything."

• "do it for the both of us, hmm?"

• it's not all sunshine and rainbows when loving a complicated man, and i can't even say it'll be worth the inevitable uphill battle. but it's definitely a love for the ages and you wouldn't want anyone else.

• only guy who's ever made you squirt and he's very proud of that. it's now a personal mission of his to see how many orgasms he can coax from you in a single night. current record: seven. yeah, that boy wants to be soaked, wow. absolutely mesmerized by you when he gets this kind of physical reaction.

• he's always proud of you, too.

• if you're a cheerleader, he's picking you up in his arms and telling you how flawless your routine was (even if you know there was a few missteps).

• if you're an athlete, best believe he's at every single game just to cheer you on. he might even keep record of your stats.

• you passed that stupid hard final in your AP History class? you're literally rushing down the hall, spying Billy, and when he sees you coming with a grin and that fucking packet clutched in your hands, he's stooping low to catch you in his embrace and spin you around, "aha! my smart girl! i knew you'd do fine. you were worrying for nothin', huh? that's my girl."

• and when he calls you 'his girl', your stomach's in a flurry of butterflies no matter how often you hear it.

• you have a deal that you can't call him this in public but he doesn't all the way hate when you call him 'baby boy'.

hmmm, maybe i'm projecting...

• Billy talks about taking you to Cali with him. and you go visit his grandparents during spring break.

• when i say they adore you, i'm talking they fucking adore you to the point they're asking 18 year-old Billy when he's gonna pop the question.

• makes him choke a little out of surprise but recovers, "soon. you'll be the first to know when it happens."

• you can't help but joke, "wouldn't i know first?"

• "nah, i'd tell them before asking you," Billy smirked, nodding at his grandparents across the table.

• he's just so fucking different when in a good, loving, healthy relationship. he's toxic as fuck - we know - but he can recognize his wrongdoings and attempt to rectify them.

• he's constantly offering you compliments about anything.

• "God, you look adorable in that skirt - c'mere."

• "damn, baby, i didn't know Playboy was lookin' for new models."

• "you forreal wrote this essay? baby, this is really well done."

• "hey, superstar."

• mmh, breakfast dates are his favorite. breakfast foods are his favorite, so, you've gotten in a rhythm to cook for him on the weekend mornings.

• oof, wait! the dates! he's broke as shit, cool. but he can make anything an interesting time by just being there.

• so, you go to a lot of parties together but usually duck out with a handle of vodka to head for the quarry overlook. he likes to hang out there, laid back on the hood of his car, looking up into the vast nothingness of the universe while contemplating life.

• Billy's a deeper than we give him credit for. again, it's all hidden under a mask of indifference and dickheadedness, but it's there!

• nature hikes 'cause ain't sit else to do in this small town!

• he'll take you to concerts out of town; diners; long drives; fairs in the summer; he might've even arranged with his neighbor to let you guys in their backyard to hang out with the litter of puppies their dog just had.

• honestly, anything he can think of to make you smile, Billy's finding some way to make it happen.

• trust and believe you can handle his anger and outbursts. you don't shut down, you stand strong while rationally, logically trying to navigate his feelings. when he crosses a line, you'll end the conversation and walk away because he needs time to cool off.

• you're usually very forgiving but not always with Billy - who needs to learn there's often consequences to actions and words.

• hard lesson to learn but he's an avid student.

• Billy offering massages. his hands are Godly and you never refuse.

• might sound really out of character, but he's a fucking professional at handling your period. know how he keeps a duffel at your place? he's got one for you, too, at his. but it's period supplies so you never got a moment worrying about it.

• he'll pour some rice in a sock, tie it up, heat it for a minute or so, and lay it against your lower stomach before crawling into bed with you. sometimes, cramps might make you curl up a little in pain, but Billy's there to get you pain killers, water, snacks if you want them, but especially just to hold you.

• and he'll tell you he read some article in a magazine about how sex is supposed to help with period pains and cramps. what a horndog, you know? don't tell him, but it helps.

• Billy's an ass man. i wish i could explain it but if you get it, you get it. if you don't, that's okay. 'cause he's been known to be titty guy but it's your ass, man. Billy Boy loses rational thought when his hands are all over you.

• he gets you new earrings because you often accessorize your outfits with them. it was a fun yet subtle way to show off originality and Billy finds himself looking through a few jewelry kiosks at the mall.

• you cannot convince me otherwise that Billy doesn't get you a necklace with his name on it. i won't hear it 'cause he's definitely the type to, okay?

• his leather jacket is your favorite because it's oversized and has a musky undertone to the usual smell of his cologne. he knows this and will drop it over your shoulders without needing to ask if you're cold.

• but hey - you're a big fan of wearing your man's clothes, okay?

• he'll come pick you up for school and see you walking out in one of his shirts and have to swallow from the way his mouth salivates.

• finding empty classrooms during lunch or study hall to fuck in.

• Billy doesn't understand 'aftercare' until you. he'll stand from the bed to light a cigarette and tug his boxers on, peaking over at you and noting the way your legs trembled. he'd realize and grab his shirt to clean you up before laying right back beside you.

• "did i hurt you?"

• "no, i'm okay," you'd assure; the feeling of his bare skin on yours something close to Heaven on earth. and the way his finger tips would drag over your bare body, unsure of the patterns he's drawing; but sinking further into his embrace? yeah - God sent.

• while you don't often fight, if you piss him off, he's a loose canon. you remind yourself he's feeling defensive and like he has to lash out, trying not to take things to heart. but he's still Billy, still a dickhead, and he's still going for the jugular.

• he won't look at you for days. won't pick you up, drop you home, give your flowers, kiss you, won't even fucking acknowledge you.

• fuck, it hurts.

• but he's the one then showing up one morning outside your house as you get your shoes on to catch the bus.

• knowing he was over his initial irritation, you'll cautiously approach the car as he gets out.

• "here to insult me a bit more?"

• and his hand is running through his hair, eyes sad and downcast, ringed with red to indicate unrest and emotional turmoil.

• "i'm so fucking sorry, baby, i really am."

• here's the thing - Billy doesn't know how to apologize. he doesn't do it often to anyone, so, the words never really formed naturally on his tongue.

• but with you, he's on the verge of panicked tears as he's word vomiting to you how sorry he is. he'd never stutters over his apology to you because you're the only person he considers worthy of his genuine remorse.

• and you definitely punish him by making him hang out with you, Max, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley and the other party members.

• no, you don't get him to play D&D with them - mostly because Max warned them not even to mention it.

• but he's a good sport and will let the kids get in his car, the others in Steve's, and might take them to the pool despite being off for the day. only because he knows he has to make it up to you.

• look, he's got some flaws, okay? but Billy definitely tries his best when it involves something he's genuinely interested in. you're the first person in X number of years to warrant this kind of feeling in him, so, he's adamant on keeping this love.

• i can fix him, your honor! give me a chance!

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✨2023 Steddie Fic Recommendations

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Cutting Close by @anniebass

Steve Harrington is in pain.

No, not, like, psychological one, rather an unshooable bullshit of a headache, all thanks to the Russians squatting underneath a mall, torturing him a smidge.

So, when his two best friends get all chummy with a known weirdo of a drug dealer, Steve first rolls his eyes, then rolls with it, jumping on an occasion to purchase his all-natural head trauma medicine. Except, you have got to be at least cordial with your dealer, to keep the relationship, and when the guy remembers you as a shithead, well. You gotta try harder.

is your light on? by @toburnup

"Tell me a secret," Steve says and Eddie shakes his head.

"Why would I do that?

"I'll tell you one."

Eddie looks intrigued, smirks in his direction. "A secret for a secret? Okay." He looks up. "You go first."

(Steve always noticed Eddie. He's been there on the peripheral, easy enough to ignore. Until he's standing right in front of him, unavoidable. And then they collide over, and over, and over.)

Heed the Ominous Warning of The Talking Heads by audacity_of_bluejays

Steve Harrington thinks he has it all together until he doesn't. A revelation about his feelings for his roommate Eddie followed by an altercation with his asshole father complicates matters more than he expects.

(A 13 going on 30 AU)

i come back to the place you are by @glitterfang

Steve should've known that Eddie was lying when he looked right into Steve's eyes and promised not to try any heroic bullshit. He should've known based on their conversation in the upside down that Eddie felt he had something to prove. And he definitely shouldn't have left Eddie to face the horrors of the Upside Down alone. And now? Now Eddie's in a seemingly unending coma and Steve is wracked with guilt. So, he pours himself into trying to fix his mistake. He helps Uncle Wayne move into a new house, he spends hours in the hospital reading to Eddie, and he even keeps the Corroded Coffin boys company. He's getting to know Eddie really well while Eddie's out cold.

(Steve is surrounded by every single person who loves Eddie Munson. How could he not fall a little bit in love with him?)

Reboot by @plutosrose

In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3.

By early 2013, they aren't speaking anymore.

In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update--his character gets together with Eddie's.

no reason by @theopteryx

There's a pause. "I'm going to be fine?" Eddie asks, voice also going high and thin.

"You're—sure?"

"Yes."

"Fascinating. Great. Are you—could you do me a favor, then, and maybe just—leave me here anyway?"

"What?" Steve says. "No. Why?"

"No reason," Eddie says, voice tight.

(Eddie kisses Steve in what he thinks are his last moments on earth. Then he doesn't die.)

carve your name into my chest by @hexiewrites

Eddie Munson just wanted to play hockey. That's almost all he's ever wanted, since he was old enough to realize it was an option for him. And now he's at the top of his game, one of the best players in the NHL.

Everything would have been perfect... if it wasn't for the small matter of the thing he's got going with his long time rival, goalie Steve Harrington.

Flashbacks by @eddywoww

"Why is it a secret?" Eddie asked slowly.

Steve felt himself shrugging. He knew why it had to be a secret. His parents would hate Eddie and his long hair, his dirt smudged cheeks. The way he shouted and ran and giggled. They wouldn't like who Steve was around Eddie. Steve knew that, so it had to be a secret.

"It just is." Steve said, looking out to see Elizabeth glaring at him. Frantically waving him over. Time to go home.

leaving like a father, running like water by scoops_ahoy

Steve is still riding the high of what he and Eddie never got to have five years after he died.

Crossed Wires by @entanglednow

Lesson of the day, no matter how busy you are, it's rarely a good idea to let your subconscious take the wheel.

Doll House by @grandmastattoo

Eddie comes of age knowing that sometimes a person doesn’t have to be one of the dead to haunt the living. A ghost can be a memory. A ghost can be a question.

It’s his own ghosts that he holds onto when he first finds himself in Steve Harrington’s house, after.

After the Upside-Down. After Vecna. After Eddie.

Soda Burn by @3minsover

When the upmarket cocktail bar Steve's working at goes out of business, he finds himself in desperate need of a job.

off-script by @pukner

Post season 3, Steve manages to figure out that he's bisexual, despite his best efforts to repress it, comes out to Robin and Jonathan Byers of all people, and figures himself out. Also, there's a cute guy who might be actually insane running the kids' dnd club and he's got his eye on him. And his bandana.

Too bad Eddie Munson hasn't had a similar revelation. He's still under the impression that he's a straight man obsessing over Steve Harrington for normal, extremely heterosexual reasons.

Tuesday’s Gone with the Wind by @thisapplepielife

Corroded Coffin's leased plane went down on June 13th, 1995 in the woods of Louisiana.

Ten people on board died. Eddie Munson survived. Before he survived, he really lived.

senior year, 1985 by tofana

Eddie wakes up naked with King Steve sleeping soundly next to him, and no recollection of how he got there.

Night Drives by @mojowitchcraft

“Are you okay Harrington?” Eddie asks gently, “Need me to get anyone?”

“No one to get,” replies Steve, so soft Eddie barely catches it. “You think I want anyone seeing me like this?"

(Night Drives is an ongoing series, starting with "No One Rides for Free" where Eddie Munson stumbles across Steve Harrington crying next to a bush at Tina's party and makes it his mission to cheer him up. Continuing on as their relationship develops over the course of fall/winter 1984 and beyond.)

i dont want to see you at my party (but i’d love it if you showed up) by nicobloodlust

When Eddie invites him to their first gig back after everything, he thinks, this is it!

Eddie is going to tell him how he feels or Steve will tell Eddie and then! They’ll be together.

He’s having a great time, that’s until he notices Eddie is flirting with someone on his right, a girl closer to the stage, and he starts to worry.

Then both of mine from this year:

The most that I could give to you is nothing at all

They make out in his basement sometimes.

Steve tells himself it's just something they do to blow off steam, to decrease the monotony of post-apocalyptic living. Nothing more.

A few months later, Eddie leaves for the opportunity of a lifetime. Steve ignores his calls, makes sure they get a clean break, that they both get over it. Trouble is neither of them do.

"The A is for Ally"

When he is seventeen Steve Harrington sees Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson pushed up against the side of the late night convenience store with his hands down another guy’s pants.

Unable to stop thinking about it afterwards, it takes him ten years to work out what that means.

(After his friends come out one by one, Steve settles comfortably into his new role as an ally. He moves to the city, joins groups, attends protests, even signs up to a gender studies class. Then in 1991 Eddie comes crashing back into his life.)

#steddie #fanfiction #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddiewrapped #long post

[pumpkinbxtch]

heyyyyyy Idk if you're still accepting requests for apollo if not that's fine BUTTTTTT if you are could you do a fic with him being so protective of the reader(like someone being rude to her at camp). Because you know how protective he is of his sister now imagine that but on the love of his life.

the weight of names

— apollo x daughter of hebe!reader

warnings: language, mentions of harassment.

a/n: Hello, to know if my requests are open, it usually says in my description or in my pinned post. Fortunately, your request came in before I closed them so it's fine. Thank you!

Things had changed at Camp Half-Blood. Some campers you used to hang out with were gone, and even though it wasn't forever, you missed them. You stayed year-round, stuck with the others who, while not bad company, just didn’t click with you, and you couldn’t figure out why.

— Ha, ha. Piper McLean's best friend — you heard behind you and rolled your eyes dramatically, fed up with it all.

— Yeah, tell us. If she has so much money, why doesn’t she take you out of here and bring you with her?

You weren’t surprised by their accusations; it was almost routine. Today, they picked on your friendship with Piper; another day, it’d be Annabeth or Jason. When they wanted to show off, it’d be Percy and Nico, and when they were really unbearable, Frank, Leo, Hazel, or even Will. But no matter what, the cherry on top was always...

— Or your god friend.

There it was, of course.

— Yeah, they say it’s Apollo — mocked a girl who seemed to be a daughter of Hermes. Had you ever gotten along with any of them? Maybe the Stoll brothers, but now only one twin was at camp, probably too busy dealing with ten other kids to keep his sister in line.

You never denied or confirmed anything; it was easier that way, but sometimes they were annoying. You wondered if they skipped the awful welcome video that ended with: A safe place for everyone.

In the end, they weren’t doing anything different from any public school, but it was worse: The outcasts bullying an outcast.

— Get lost, will you? — you sighed tiredly, and they let out a long "Oooh" that made your hand itch to strike.

—What? — challenged an Aphrodite girl with her hands on her hips. — Are you going to attack us with rainbows, little Hebe girl?"

— Maybe she took the 'little' part too seriously,— mocked another, a Demeter kid, and you wondered if you could burn all his crops with light projection, but you dismissed the idea. You’d never stoop to their level.

— Wow, great joke, Lionel. It’s not like you’ve told me that a thousand times already. — Your sarcasm made him angry, and he took a step towards you, ready to fight. That was the great part about camp; no one was truly defenseless except the newcomers, so challenging someone was easy, but you ignored him and headed to your cabin.

—Stop — commanded the Aphrodite girl, and you felt a sudden stiffness in your legs that made you fall to your knees. Their charm speak.

You heard the laughter behind you and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to relax when a dull thud interrupted their laughter, turning it into groans. At the sudden change, you looked over your shoulder and saw them on the ground, piled on top of each other, blinking repeatedly. You’d seen that effect a few times but never thought it could be that.

— Good thing you were looking the other way — said a voice, startling you. Next to you was him, his curly brown hair and blue eyes you liked to see, but only secretly.

—Apollo — you breathed in disbelief, making him smile. He tried to take your hand, but you pulled away, blushing. He understood; it wasn’t the moment, but he wasn’t going to stand by either.

—You — he turned, his Converse kicking up dust as he walked to them. The Demeter kid clicked his tongue at the sight of a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and blue eyes. He found it trivial, but campers watching from afar started murmuring.

—Who are you?— he asked, and at the same time, one of Hephaestus’ sons, Harley, came out of his cabin due to the noise. Seeing the guy, his eyes widened.

—LESTER?— he shouted so loudly Mount Olympus might’ve heard. The god smiled amicably. The other three looked confused.

— Is that your name?— asked the Hermes girl in a tone the old Apollo would never have forgiven. He narrowed his eyes but then just nodded.

— Yeah, let’s say it is. Or at least one of my names — he smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile; it was full of disdain. — They call me that, but leaving that aside, know my name it's not helpful to you 'cause I’m also known for not tolerating injustice.

—Uuh— mocked the Demeter kid, and Apollo’s eyes bore into him.

— I’ll tell your mother — he accused, and the kid swallowed hard. —I know her well. Now...

He straightened up, looking down at them. One tried to get up, and Apollo snapped his fingers, pinning him to the ground again, which scared them, making them wonder if there was a child of some god of gravity around.

— Don’t bother this young lady anymore, and let me clarify something — he looked at you challengingly, making you blush, — yes, I’m her friend but not just that, she’s my-

—Enough — you interrupted nervously, and he smiled apologetically. Right, boundaries. He was learning that with you.

— Anyway, You need to stop. — he said firmly, and the three kids raised an eyebrow.

— Friend? When did I say that...— the Hermes girl recapped her words and realization hit her, — No.

Apollo nodded.

— Yes.

The dark way he said it sent a shiver down their spines, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned towards the Hermes girl.

— And I’d recommend being careful with names. Ann, also daughter of Marlene.

Despite being the god of the sun, the coldness in his voice was relentless, and fear gripped them violently, making them run away screaming like babies.

The campers who knew him approached to say hello, but before he gave them his attention, he came up to you.

— Don’t let them do that anymore — he whispered in your ear, and you nodded. His hand caressed your cheek, and you smiled the smile he loved, resisting the urge to kiss you in front of everyone.

— See you — you said, watching him get dragged away by the other campers.

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧ #pjo hoo toa #trials of apollo x reader #trials of apollo #trials of apollo x you #pjo #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo x reader #apollo pjo x reader #apollo pjo #apollo x you #apollo x reader #apollo #apollo x y/n #heroes of olympus #lester papadopoulos x you #lester papadopoulos x y/n #lester papadopoulos x reader #lester papadopoulos

[tenko-thinks]

Hi! My birthday was a few days ago and I was sick and miserable (still am or I'd try to write things myself 😭) and didn't really get to celebrate it. I also unfortunately remembered none of my S/Os remembered my birthday without having to be reminded and it made me depressed. May I ask how Douma and Gyutaro would celebrate reader's birthday please? I would ask for the clones, but I can do that in another one like before ><;;

Aw I'm sorry to hear that !! I'm more than happy to do something to make you feel at least a lil better !! And of course you can send the clones for a follow up ♡

Celebrating Your Birthday

cws : babygirl it's all rainbows and kittens here, gn!reader

Ft : Douma and Gyutaro

Douma

It's your birthday? Oh joyous day !!

Douma is very much the type to wake you up the moment the moon rises on the day of your birth. He's got several plans ! He even canceled sermon for you!

First thing first is dressing you in the fanciest garments he could get you. Claiming it to be your first gift.

The second is a large feast prepared by the best chefs the cult has to offer! He sits across from you to watch as you eat. He can't eat himself but seeing you light up because it's all your favorites? That is satisfactory enough.

He takes you to the lotus gardens of paradise, sits you on a bench and tells you to watch.

Using his blood demon art he effectively puts on a theatre performance, lamenting he couldn't take you to a real show due to time never being in his favor. But he put this together to emulate it! Even having cultists play traditional music to accompany it.

You think that's it when he sits beside you, staring up at the sky. And when he says nothing you follow his gaze.

He had set up a fireworks show in your honor. Reaching to hold your hand for it.

If you cry ? Just lean on him. He will be there for you,

Gyutaro

Gyutaro isn't very good at being sentimental, but he knows what matters to you. And he'll do his best to show you he cares in ways you may not expect.

He wakes you up with breakfast in bed. Made by one of the kyogoku girls. Ordered by ume. With Gyutaro requesting your favorites.

He spends the day with you, separated from his sister. And presents a gift of jewelry ( that he absolutely stole. ) to you! Stray cat method of love.

Gyu isn't someone who will take you out on the town like Douma. Because of how he looks. He doesn't want the attention stolen from you because he's hideous.

So if you want to go out, he'll have ume take you. Telling her to buy whatever you might ask for. Even if she complains.

But if you're fine spending the entirety of the day with him? He won't admit to being flustered about it. Wasting something so special as your time on him..

So you sit and enjoy his company for the day, eventually falling asleep beside him while he combs his fingers through your hair.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #douma x reader #douma #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #kny gyutaro #kny douma

[givemea-dam-break]

Can I request a Lockwood x reader oneshot with angst prompt 45 and 24?? 🥺🥺 I love your stories 💖💖

a/n: of course!! thank you for your support - I'm so glad you like my stuff! i hope you enjoy <3 this includes mentions of holly munro from the books (i love her so much) but nothing too much about her so to anyone who hasn't read the books, don't worry

warnings: angst, mild language, mentions of panic attacks prompts: "You left, you left, and now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened." and "Just give me another chance. Please." gn reader

Maybe working at Satchel's wasn't a good idea.

Having been an agent, you don't have many transferrable skills for a job beyond teamwork and stone-hard dedication, but beyond that, well, there isn't much. Like most agents, your time at school was very limited, and your qualifications are limited to 'professional ghost-hunter', making it very hard to get a job outwith being an agent.

Yes, you could've gotten a job at Fittes or Rotwell or Tendy or a thousand other agencies, but the thought of going back into the field... Satchel's is much preferable.

Except when your ex-boss, ex-best friend, ex-crush (ex most things, really) appears.

For a while, it was someone else that he sent to get supplies, and more often than not you were working in the back processing stock. When you first started working in the front, behind the till, it was still usually Lucy or George that came along, and you'd have a nice little chat with them. After all, they aren't the problem.

No, Anthony Lockwood is.

You're not sure where it all started going wrong. Maybe it was just that last case you went on, or, further back, maybe it was the slowly built-up frustration that emanated between you both for months. If you wanted to go even further back and agree with the anger that once coursed your very veins, you could say it all went wrong when you joined his company and entrusted your life in his hands.

To begin with, your day was going fine. You restocked the shelves with the products that customers could be trusted to handle safely and then went into the back to ensure all of the big stuff - the industrial magnesium flares, the heavy-duty chains, et cetera - were all accounted for. Your boss even got you a cup of tea for you to drink in between customers.

It's a shame half of it was spat out when Lockwood stepped through the doors.

Okay, exaggeration. It wasn't half, but it may as well have been.

For a moment, you believe he's a figment of your imagination, a being conjured up by the feelings of fury and loneliness and frustration you've dealt with for the past couple of months, the same feelings that make you dream of him even when you don't want to.

But, then, his eyes meet yours, and you know he's real. No dream, no image mustered up by your traitorous mind, could ever paint such eyes so accurately. Hues of burnt umber and sienna and copper would become muddled beneath your mind's hand, but here, they're so bright, so beautiful.

He strolls around for a little while, plucking salt bombs and dried lavender bunches and silver wards off of the shelves. He inspects a few different rapiers, holding them to the light and testing their weight before returning them to the rack and testing the next one until he finds one he's happy with. Trips to Satchel's often meant he'd come home with a new, fancy rapier. He wanders for longer than is necessary, almost like he's trying to convince himself to come over and speak to you.

Though you've had at least twenty minutes to mentally prepare yourself for him coming up to the till, your heart still pounds in your chest with a mix of anticipation and anger.

"Ah, (name)," Lockwood says as he approaches. His voice is entirely casual, but you know from his pacing around the store that he feels otherwise. "It's nice to see you. How've you been holding up?"

You type the products into the machine. "Fine. You?"

If the short answer takes him off guard, he doesn't show it. "Good. I'm good. I was actually hoping to see you here today."

Great.

"Is that so?" For the sake of your job, you keep your customer service voice on as you bag up the items.

The slight shuffle of his feet is something not many people would take note of, but you do. After years of knowing him, it's like a massive flag waving in your face with the word NERVOUS written in bold letters across the face of it.

But you ignore it. It's not your place to take note of it anymore.

"I wanted to ask you if you'd consider joining Lockwood and Co again."

Your heart stops beating, and your hands falter. "This is hardly the time to discuss that, Lockwood. But I can give you an answer right now: no."

You don't look up at him, because you already know the face he's pulling. It's not one he does on purpose, quite the contrary, but the way his eyes soften and his lips part in a sad manner has always persuaded you to agree with his cause, no matter how angry you would've been with him. So you don't look, because every ounce of self-respect you have left and cling onto will crumble if you do.

"If it's about that case-"

"It is." You take the owed money from his hand and pass his bag of products over. "Besides, by the sounds of it, you've hired someone new already. Holly, I think Lucy said her name is. Two months since I left - that's got to be a record. How about you get Holly to help you out with whatever has led to you crawling back to me?"

"(name)," Lockwood says, and the smallest undertone of desperation catches your notice.

It's then that you look at him, and every vestigial of your anger, the only thing that has stopped you from breaking into a million pieces the last two months, threatens to melt away under the warmth of his eyes.

"It's not the same without you at home," he continues. "We all miss you."

"This isn't the time for this conversation," you insist.

He looks around, giving you a temporary reprieve from his gaze. "I think we've got time. There aren't any other customers just now."

"I'm on shift, and I'm not getting paid to humour this dream of yours."

"Is that all it is? A dream?"

You pause, looking at him incredulously for a moment. "Could it ever be anything but? Lockwood, I almost died on that last case because you didn't do what you said you would. You left. You left me Lockwood, all alone in that room while I had the worst panic attack I've ever had, and now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened!"

"I thought you were already gone," Lockwood says. There's a defensiveness in his voice that you just can't be done with. "How was I supposed to know you were still in there? You'd told me five minutes before you were going to head home because you felt ill, and I was going to go a little after you once I'd made observations because we were going to reschedule."

"I screamed for you," you say, but your voice has dropped to such a quiet whisper you're not even entirely sure he's heard you. "I screamed as that ghost put me in ghost-lock, but you never came. I still have scars from the ectoplasm burns."

That gives him pause. "I didn't know."

You shrug. "Doesn't matter now. I'm not coming back - to Lockwood and Co, or to being an agent. I'm done with that life. Now, if you've got everything you'd like, I ask that you please leave. And, no, be quiet, you don't get to say 'but I haven't gotten you' or some corny line like that. Not anymore."

Desperation fills those eyes of his. "Just give me one more chance. Please."

"Even if I could forgive you, which I don't, I can't go back to ghost-hunting. My therapist has banned me from doing it, to make a long story short."

"Your therapist?"

You look away from him again, unable to stand another second looking at him. "Inspector Barnes... he found me the morning after the case walking around London trying to find my way back to Portland Row. The ghost messed me up pretty bad, so he organised therapy, paid for by DEPRAC, thank god. Even he's telling me not to come back."

"He did always have a soft spot for you," Lockwood says. That line should be accompanied by a charming grin, or at least a smile with a hint of teeth, but there's nothing but guilt and regret.

"What makes everything worse," you say, "is that you were my best friend. Shit, I dreamed of us being something more than friends, and I trusted you with my entire being. But I screamed for so long. There was no way you couldn't have heard me unless you'd left, too, even though you'd told me you were going to observe the ghost that night before leaving. I couldn't speak when Barnes found me. So don't come here begging me to come back, because I won't do it."

"You wanted us to -" He falters as if trying to decide which part of your spiel was the most important.

He's taking too long, so you say, "I'm asking you to leave now, Lockwood. Goodbye. Have a wonderful day."

Pain flashes in his eyes, so acute that it's almost tangible, but you grit your teeth and ignore it. He doesn't deserve to feel that way.

"Please, (name)," he says, begs. "You wouldn't have to do fieldwork. You could be an assistant or something."

"Seems Holly's got that covered for you already." You push his bag closer towards him. "Goodbye, Lockwood."

As if on cue, the bell at the front door chimes as another customer strolls in.

You ignore the agonised expression on his face, fueled by the rage you've learned to survive on. You can already feel that horrible loneliness seeping back into your bones, longing to reach out to him and agree to go back to Portland Row, back to him, but you force yourself to stand your ground. Going back there would bring back nothing but painful memories and feelings you've fought to keep away.

And, though you long to give into the feelings, to allow yourself to feel the love for Lockwood that's always lingered even through all the pain, you push it down and watch as he leaves, dejected and hurt.

But it'll never compare to what you've felt.

Once, you would've given anything to see him happy, to take away any glimmer of pain he felt, but you've got to come first. You have to.

You say goodbye to Anthony Lockwood, and goodbye to the things you've felt for him, no matter how badly it hurts.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

[newtonsheffield]

Josie and Sophie being Ballet WAGs is something I never knew I needed in my life until now.

Sophie being thrown around by her prim as fuck Sommelier Ballet Boyfriend… lucky lucky duck

Josie literally never would have thought that when she took her grandmother to the Royal Ballet for her birthday that she'd see Edwina Sharma dancing across the stage and fall in love with her.

Even less would she have thought that she'd be back a week later, trying to pretend her eyes weren't glued to her. And again, two weeks later. More than she's ever been to the Ballet in her entire life. She doesn't even like the ballet. She shook her head as she turned the corner away from the Opera house and runs smack-bang into her, Edwina stumbling back in surprise, her hair still pulled back, makeup mostly still on and Josie's heart stops.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"You're fine." The woman brushed her off, smiling gently. "Enjoy your night."

And for the rest of her life, Josie'll be glad she called out like a lunatic after her. "I've come twice just to see you!"

She stopped, turning back to her with her eyebrow raised, "I'm sorry?"

Josie cleared her throat, cursing herself a little, "I um- I brought my grandmother, for her birthday. And... you were so good I- I came back twice more."

Edwina smiled, tilting her head, "That's sweet but I'm... not the lead dancer, I think you might have me confused with Jess. Maybe one day though."

"I'm not confused."

Something was building between them, unbelievably honestly, as their eyes met right there on the street, the light casting a glow around Edwina.

"Well um- I just- You're great." Josie ducked her head, "I'm going to go now."

She whirled around, slightly mortified, her cheeks burning suddenly desperate to get away from the quietly intimidating woman.

"Are you like... seriously not going to ask for my number?"

Josie whirled around blinking a little stupidly, "I... didn't know I could?"

She chuckled, a kind little sound, rummaging in her bag for a moment before she plucked out a pen "Why not? You're pretty and you seem cute. Can I have your hand?"

"Can I have your autograph?" Josie spat it out again, thrusting the program forward, awkwardly.

She smiled again, their fingers brushing as Edwina took it from her, flicking to the small portrait of her printed in the back, scribbling her signature quickly, a phone number printed neatly underneath.

"Maybe... you could call me. Because I think 3 times is enough to see this show."

"I'll definitely call you."

"And Maybe you want to tell me your name?"

"Fuck." Josie cursed, "It's um- I'm Josephine, Josie."

"It was nice to meet you, Josie."

"Yes, Yeah!" Josie called out as Edwina walked backwards away from her, "I'll- I'll be back though!"

And she is, a week later, after their first date, Edwina finds flowers delivered to her dressing room and she rolls her eyes, expecting to find her mum's handwriting or Kate's in the card, but it isn't. It's a little unfamiliar but it feels nice when she sees Can't wait to see you again- Josie x And when she leaves the stage door, there Josie is. Leaning against the wall.

But Sophie and Josie are the proudest royal Ballet WAGS. Unbelievable. Wearing their partner's Royal Ballet Sweatshirts, Sophie rolling her eyes when a client says-

"Wouldn't have pegged you for a Royal Ballet fan."

"My boyfriend is in the company. I stole this off him." She sighs, "Kate's sister is as well."

They blinked, "Your boyfriend is a ballerina?"

"They're called Danseurs, actually. And yeah he is."

"He must be ripped as fuck."

And she couldn't help but smirk, "Yeah he is. Very fun to be consensually tossed around."

"That's my brother, Sophie." Anthony called out, "Don't be gross, please."

"I caught you mounting my best friend yesterday, Anthony, cool it!"

And mostly, Sophie, Kate and Josie co-ordinate their supportive trips to the ballet, all of them sat together, clapping almost too loudly.

#lavender haze au #edwina x josie #benophie #molly’s asks and answers

[gojos-fr-bae]

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕯𝖔 𝕻𝖙. 1- 𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘

Pairing: CEO!Gojo x Fem!Lawyer!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, smoking, strippers, giving head, thoughts of su1c1de, mentions of sex

Word Count: 1k

H/C- home country

Minors DNI

A law suit.

He scoffed at the thought that someone would dare try make an attack at him. He thought that it took a certain level of stupidity to try attack the CEO of the most powerful tech company in Korea.

That was a week ago, a week before had had to sit through the most brutal court hearings he had ever experienced. For once, someone had managed to leave his army of lawyers speechless.

A person was suing Gojo industries because their phone had exploded in their hand. This at first didn't phase him. But as he sat their being served a 20,000 dollar fine, he couldn't help but stare at the woman who had caused his amazement., as she walked out celebrating her victory with her client and associates.

How...curious.

~

"Did you find her?" Gojo asked his assistant Nanami as he walked as he entered his office.

"Yes actually, now get off my back," He said in his monotone voice, slamming the file down on his desk

"Thanks Nanamiiin," He said, giving him his signature toothy grin, opening the file. "And you reached out?"

"Yes, her contract with Hanbada ends in two says and I've already scheduled an interview tomorrow at 11am."

"Alright that's all, you may leave."

"Now that that's settled, what the fuck are you thinking?" Nanami asked, speaking to Gojo not as his assistant but as his friend.

"What do you meeean, why do I have to have some hidden motive to hire such a brilliant person to my legal team?"

"Well first of all, that's the first time I've heard you use the word brilliant this entire year and we're in August, and second of all the last time you did this it was with that lady in marketing and got caught fucking her in the board room,"

"...details, details, wanna go to the club?" he asked, getting and picking his phone and car keys.

"Sure I guess," Nanami replied, sighing and taking off his tie, "But lay off the drugs for once will you, we have a meeting tomorrow morning and I don't need you to show up wrecked like last time."

"We both know I can't promise you that," He said turning around to face his friend and lighting a cigarette.

~

"So, you excited for that interview you got comin' up?" you best friend to Toji asked, placing your wine on the coffee table while opening his bottle of beer on its edge and sitting next to you on the floor.

"Mmm, I don't know, it's for the company I went against in my last case."

"The asshole who kept staring at you in court?"

"The very same."

"Fuckin' shit" He groaned, taking u gulp of his beer "Need me to take you?'

"Nah it's ok, if he does anything weird I'll kick his junk and call you.

"That's my girl" Toji laughed before playing the movie and pulling you into his side. "If that doesn't work pull out you knife and aim for the jugular."

"Yes sir."

~

"Satoru get your ass up so we can leave this shit hole." Nanami seethed at his best friend who was currently fucking some random stripper's throat with a vape.

"F-fuck Nanamiin, come on don-mmmhh," Gojo groaned, puffs of shisha escaping his lips.

"Fucking asshole," Nanami whispered under his breath, planning how he would murder his stupid friend.

~

Everything hurts.

His head hurts, his arms hurt, his legs hurt. But worst of all, is the ache he felt in his heart. It was so unbearable it caused him to shed silent tears, wishing for his torture to end.

Why did he have to wake up? Why did he have to keep breathing, keep living, why couldn't it all just...stop.

"Get up, you need to get to work."

"Am I really that insufferable and unlovable?"

"Satoru, please."

"Why did she leave," his voice croaked, tears spilling from his eyes as he gazed out his bedroom window, laying still in his bed.

"I don't know Gojo, and I wouldn't say you're unlovable, insufferable sure but you know."

Gojo just sighed before getting up, and sprinting to his bathroom. All Nanami could hear were his friend's sobs while he threw up everything he had eaten in the past 24hrs.

Looks like they would be late.

~

"Sir, miss L/N is here to see you."

Gojo sighed, running his hands over his face, careful not to rub the concealer and foundation covering his eye bags, contacts, blocking how red his eyes are from the bottle of whiskey and two cigarettes he took for breakfast.

"Send her in," he groaned, plastering his most charismatic smile on his face.

"Miss L/N, please, have a seat," he said, motioning to the seat across his desk.

"Thank you sir," you said in a soft tone, bowing slightly before taking the seat he offered.

"So, tell me about yourself"

"Oh, well I studied law at Cambridge and-

" uh uh uh, that's not what I meant, I already saw all that on the resume, I want to know more about you" he said in a deep tone licking his lips while looking you up and down. Strike 1.

"Oh.. ok, well um... I'm from H/C, I'm 22 and I love dogs."

"H/C huh? No wonder you're so beautiful" Strike 2

"Hahaha, yeaaahhh. Anyways I would really appreciate a spot on your legal team. I researched it and noticed a lot of prestigious and highly respected advocates and attorneys and it would be my honour to work beside them," you said trying to shift the conversation back to a more professional tone.

"I'm sure you would do well considering how sexy you look in that suit," Strike fucking 3

"Alright you douche bag I'm not going to sit here and let you sexualize me noing there's dozens of companies in the country who offered me well paying jobs so I wi-"

"We'll pay you 50,000 dollars per month"

"And where do I sign,"

So, you ignore all his passes on you but here him out when he talks about work? How...curious.

Next

A/N: This is shorter then I intended but I wrote it in a rush and isn't that good. Who knows, maybe I'll re-write it. Part 1 of a series. pt.2 coming soon I hope.

#gojo satoru #gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojo saturo #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #what lovers do #nanami #ceo gojo

[spaceless-vacuum]

What if the yandere links darling was yandere too and when trying to kidnapp reader, reader just says I wanted you too.

Oh dear god all of the Links would not know how to handle this!! You're all yours and you really want them? This is wonderful news.

The boys are just so happy to have their only true light in their hands finally, but somethings off... you aren't fighting them? And are actively helping them by not screaming and just going along with the plan? Four is worried you hit your head or even got so scared you just let yourself be carried away without a fight. Not that he's against it but if any of the others got too rough he'd have to have a word with them. You're their chosen they can't have you too frightened to give them what they want most.

Wild assures him that it's all fine and you're just happy to be here. It gives everyone pause. After all they did Kidnap you. That's a crime arter all. Here you are as bubbly as you always are and casually talking about how you just couldn't wait for them, they took so long that you almost had to kidnap them to move things along.

Time figures you're joking and looking to double cross them and Hyrule seems almost a little too excited at the idea of having you actively chase him down just to love on him. Wouldn't it be so sweet for their goddess to chase after him? Because they wanted him that much? God he's blushing at the thought!!

Wind is happy you're happy and can't wait to talk more once they drop you off on the house you'll be staying at, it's Times house and Malon will keep you company and help you adjust while the chain give you space; but it looks like that isn't needed anymore! This is great news because it means he can show you around the farm and show off how great he is with the animals. Back home he used to chase the pigs down from his neighbors pen all the time and he has some moves he can show you. His big sibling is ok! That's the best news of all year.

Warrior knows he's good at flirting and picking people up but he never figured he was so good to deserve the attention you gave him. It's like he's the only person in the world when you look at him- God he's such a simp. Most men like him are hardly lucky to find someone who puts up with them must less understands them and he got someone who's just as crazy as he is. You two are a deadly power couple, only rivaled by you and Sky and everyone else to be honest. He's just happy to have you but you want him back? You Want him, WANT him. By all things under the sky it's the greatest morale (and ego) boost he could ever get.

I also feel like due to Cia and other issues with his past (I've never played the game I'm only slightly aware) he's nervous about people who throw themselves on him in an intense one-sided way so having you come after him while he wants you to feels good. Link gets to feel wanted in an intense way that isn't from someone who's evil and also working with Ganon.

The boys have had enough with saving the world and fighting for most of their lives and not having to fight to have you by their side is refreshing; and feeds so well into their tendencies. You want to always stay by their sides they don't even have to fight for it! They feel like kids on Christmas day you make them so happy 😊.

If you have any headcannons for yandere reader I'd love to hear them! It's an interesting idea and I have a few myself. Yan!reader taking interest of the boys using the sheika slate and leaving photos for Wild to find later. They don't hide it when asked, just smiling and saying that he looked so cute while sleeping they couldn't help themselves!! Wild doesn't know how to react to this but Sky is already falling asleep in the most photogenic way possible on purpose now. Anything to help his love out ❤️

#eye write #ask and answer #yandere legend of zelda #yandere link x reader #link x reader

[sawtastic-sideblog]

I have a request!

Specs x GN!reader. Both are Elise's apprentices. They're in the van, returning from a ghost hunt. There's a kind of romantic/erotic/sexual tension between them. And... if there can be smut in the van, I'd love it!

Have a good day <3

Thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long.

I hate to disappoint you anon, but I don't feel comfortable writing smut. I do hope I did your request justice.

I love bold Specs. Yes, he's an bumbling, awkward fool, but he can be confident sometimes.

Very self conscious about the use of the word "and" in this fic.

Hope y'all enjoy!

"I get to drive Elise's car!" Specs and Tucker yell at the same time. You and Elise laugh as Specs holds out his fist. Tucker holds his out and one, two, three, he holds out scissors.

"Dammit. Best two out of three," Specs says. One, two, three. Specs holds out rock and Tucker holds out paper. "Three of five?"

"Nope, you're driving the van," Tucker says proudly, holding his hand out to Elise. She places the keys in his hand and turns to you.

"Why don't you ride with Steven and give him some company?"

"I was going to offer, if Specs is okay with it okay with it."

Specs looks up from where he was packing the van at the mention of his name.

"What?"

"Would it be okay if I ride in the van with you?"

"Yeah, great, but I pick the music."

"Fine by me. I have headphones," you laugh. Specs nods and goes back to packing the van.

"Is this my exit?" Specs asks as he squints at the sign in the rain. What was supposed to be a smooth ride has turned into a rough one. You two were following Tucker and Elise when you got pulled over for a tail light being out, you couldn't find your chargers to charge your phones, you asked Elise and they were in her car, it started raining so hard you couldn't see, and your phones had died. Not to mention, Specs is doing all the driving because you don't have a license. He's tired and cranky, he's trying not to show it, but you can tell.

"I don't know. I can't read it."

"I'll take it anyway. We can find a motel and stop for the night. Maybe they'll have a charger for one of our phones," Specs says as he takes the exit ramp. You stare out the window, looking for anything to tell you where you are.

"Look, there to the right. There's a motel."

"Thank god," he mutters as he slows the van. He parks and unbuckled himself. "Stay here. No point in you getting wet too. Well, before we go to our room," Specs says. You chuckle. He looks confused for a second, then realizes. "Oh my God! No, not like that. You know what I mean!"

"I know what you mean, Specs. Just go get our room before I piss myself," you say, still laughing. You watch as he awkwardly runs towards the office.

He smiles out the door at you and motions for you to follow him. You grab your bags and keys, lock the van, and run towards the door Specs is standing at.

"You didn't have to get my bag," Specs says, opening the door for you.

"Yeah, well, I did anyway so you wouldn't have to run back in the rain. Did they have a charger?"

"No, we'll have to find one tomorrow. It's another six hour drive."

"Oh fun," you say, putting your bags down on the bed. "Only one?"

"I asked for two, I swear!" Specs panics.

"It's okay, I'll take the couch."

"No, I will."

"No, Specs, you paid for the room, you should have the bed."

"Y/N, take the bed."

"No, you."

"No, yo-"

"We can share," you say out of frustration. "We're both adults. We know boundaries are a thing. We'll be fine."

Specs nods slowly, unblinking as he processes the information. "Okay."

"Okay. I'm going to shower. Unless you wanna share that too?" You joke, raising your eyebrows as you carry your clothes to the doorway. He shakes his head.

"I'm good. Thanks though."

You walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. You undress and just as you're about to step under the water, the door swings open.

"Hey, Y/N, do you want-

"Specs, what the hell?" You shriek, grabbing a towel to cover yourself. "Get out!"

"I was going to ask if you wanted-"

"Out!"

"Pizza," he says as you slam the door behind him.

"Yeah, extra cheese," you say, your face burning in embarrassment. You shower quickly, but stand under the water, thinking about what just happened, until you hear Specs announce the pizza's arrival.

You turn off the water and wrap yourself in a towel. You take your time dressing and decide to let your hair air dry.

"(Y/N), I am so sorry!" Specs exclaims as you step out of the bathroom.

"Don't worry about it," you shrug casually as you grab a slice of pizza. You notice Specs watching you eat. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

"Sorry, I um, I'm sorry."

You laugh inwardly and turn on the TV. It only picks up the local channels, so you just flip through until you find Wheel of Fortune.

You're not sure how long you dozed off for, when you hear the shower running. You hear quiet mumbling coming from the bathroom.

"Specs?" You call out. You get out of bed and shuffle towards the door. When you hear him quietly singing the Ghostbusters theme tune, you crawl back under the covers and close your eyes. You don't fall asleep, but you think about the case and how the family will recover. You're glad to have been part of the team that helped them.

Your thoughts drift to Specs. How concentrated he gets when he listens to Elise and writes everything down. The scrunch of his nose, the furrow of his brows, the intensity of his gaze on the paper. You wish he'd look at you like that again.

You have had a crush on Specs for as long as you could remember. The awkwardness of his introduction caught your attention. The way he stumbled over his words, said the wrong thing and tried to correct himself, only to make it worse. Elise had wanted you to work with Specs and Tucker for a while, but you had alway worked alone. Until a particularly bad case caused you to call Elise for help.

You saw the big van with "Spectral Sightings" on the side of it and immediately thought 'knock off Scooby-Doo Gang.' You met Tucker first. The behemoth of a man, eating a snickers bar, seemed nice enough under the intimidating exterior, but it was his shorter friend that caught your eye.

He had a small frame, hair that was neat, but still stuck out in random places, and big square glasses. He almost looked like a child wearing his dad's work clothes in the white button up shirt and loose black tie. It was cute. He was cute. He still is cute.

During the session, you watched Specs intently, seeing what this man could do. When he looked up from his notebook, his eyes were fierce and hard. His eyes shifted to you and you immediately lost your breath. Frozen in place, you could only stare back, feeling weak at the knees. It made you feel as if you were the only person in the world. It hasn't happened since, but you think about it all the time.

'That look,' you think, laughing to yourself, 'is my Roman Empire.'

You're pulled from your thoughts as the bed dips behind you. You turn to see Specs taking his glasses off and placing them on the nightstand. His hair is still damp and the strands cling to his forehead. His eyes meet yours.

"You're still awake."

"Not for long. Goodnight, Specs," you say, yawning as you snuggle into your pillow.

"Night, (Y/N)."

The smell of coffee pulls you from your sleep. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Your eyes immediately find Specs at the table, headphones on, hands pressing them against his head as if he's trying to hear it better. His eyes scanning the laptop screen.

You stretch as you walk over to the table. You find a breakfast burrito and a cup of coffee in front of the chair beside Specs.

"Morning," he says as he takes off his headphones.

"Morning. You got breakfast?"

"Yeah, there's a gas station right down the road. I walked over this morning. The guys there told me about a good breakfast place. So, I walked over and got stuff. It's really good. They didn't have any chargers for my phone, so I got one for yours. It's charging now."

"Thanks, Specs. You're so thoughtful," you smile at him and he smiles back, his eyes not leaving yours until you look away.

A couple of hours later, the two of you are on the road again. Specs is quietly singing along to the radio as you edit some footage for the next episode of Spectral Sightings.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"Hi, Specs."

"I wanted to talk about last night."

"What about it?" You ask looking up from the laptop.

"I'm sorry I walked in on you. I wasn't thinking. Well, actually I was thinking you were behind the curtain and I could just stick my head in, but then my mind went blank. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."

"I wasn't uncomfortable. You just startled me. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable and scarred you for life."

"I wasn't uncomfortable either. Just startled, I guess. But, I'm also not scarred. You have a beautiful body. You should feel ashamed of it."

"Thanks," you say as your cheeks heat up. He just complimented your body and didn't stutter doing it. He's either evolving ot he likes you. You can't decide.

He gives you a smile as he stares into your eyes. You don't look away, getting lost in his green eyes. You feel yourself wanting to lean closer, but the seatbelt prevents it.

A horn from behind you brings you both back to reality. Specs jumps and looks forward to see the light has turned green.

You continue to stare at Specs. You admire his jawline, the bit of scruff on said jawline, the way his eyes flit about, taking in his surroundings on the road.

"Hey, Specs."

"Hi, (Y/N)."

"You're pretty," you say before you can stop yourself. His eyes widen and he glances your direction. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. But you are. Pretty, I mean. A very handsome man. Oh, Jesus, what am I even saying?"

Specs' looks of surprise fades to one of amusement. He chuckles quietly before saying, "I think you're pretty, too, (Y/N). So very, incredibly pretty. Drop dead gorgeous."

You don't know what to say. You mutter a quick 'thanks' and go back to your editing.

About an hour later you two decide to stop for lunch. You spot a park with a walking trail across the road from the diner you're at.

"Let's go for a walk after lunch. We're going to be stuck in the van for a while, plus, it's a beautiful day," you say, looking out the window.

"That's a good idea."

After lunch, you two make your way across the stret. You follow the trail into the woods, taking in the beauty of the trees, flowers, clouds, bird songs, and everything else. You walk side by side, talking about the latest case. About how you're both glad to have helped the family. Suddenly Specs stops.

"You okay?" You ask. He doesn't answer, pointing towards something and holding a finger to his lips. You turn and see five deer standing still. You cover your mouth to stifle your gasp of amazement.

"Give me your phone," Specs whispers. You do and he starts taking pictures. Birds fly out of the trees above and the deer run into the trees.

"How beautiful," you say, looking over to Specs, who is looking at you.

"I agree. Beautiful."

"Deer are so majestic."

Specs nods and steps closer, holding your phone out. You take it and start looking at the pictures. You notice that Specs is closer. You look up as he is reaching out to you. His fingers brush against your hair, lightly trailing to the place right above your ear. He pulls his hand back with a leaf between his fingers. His eyes find yours and only then do you realize how close he actually is. Only inches between the two of you.

"You, uh, had a leaf in your hair."

"I can see that," you say, eyes not leaving his. His eyes flit down to your lips for a second before looking back to your eyes. Something splatters on Specs' shoulder. You both look to it.

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah, that's what it is," you giggle.

"I'm going back to the van to change. You can take your time."

"I'll come back with you. Elise wants us back as soon as possible. She's been texting me. Tucker too."

"Okay. All over my Star Wars shirt. I got this at a Con. I met Mark Hamill. He signed my original edition poster."

"I once ran into Carrie Fisher and Debbie Renyolds when I was a kid. As a fan of Star Wars and musicals. I was in heaven."

"What musical was Carrie Fisher in?"

"I don't know if she ever was in one, but Debbie Renyolds was in Singin' in the Rain. I loved that movie growing up."

"Oh, of course, I knew that."

"It should only take us about two and a half more hours to get home," you say, looking at the GPS. Specs unlocks the van and you hop in.

"I only have the button up and I don't want to wear that. I'm going to go find a shirt. Want a souvenir?"

"Yeah, sure, get me something cool," you say, not looking up from the laptop you just opened. You edit as you wait on Specs to come back. When he does, he crawls into the back of the van. In the reflection on the screen you can see him shed his shirt, careful to avoid the bird poop. He throws on a white shirt that has a cartoon cow and pig holding up boxing glove covered hands. Hooves? Either way their front appendages have boxing gloves on the end of them. He gets in the front seat and hands you the same shirt, but in black.

"I think it's the big game for the local high school," he says.

"I love it. I'm going to change into mine," you say as you place the laptop in your seat and you crawl into the back. You pull your shirt over your head. From the cover of your eye, you notice Specs staring at you in the mirror. He's been bold today, so you decide you should be too. You smile cheekily as yu walk up behind his seat, making sure you hide you body behind it. You lean down and get close to his ear. You whisper, "Like what you see, Specs?"

He doesn't say anything. You make eye contact in the mirror. His eyes hold a mixture of fear, embarrassment, and what looks to be amusement.

"Do you?"

Specs nods and you smile. You lean forward and kiss his cheek before throwing the shirt over your head, grabbing the laptop, and ploping down into your seat.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?"

"What? I saw you looking at me and asked if you liked the view. You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool, drive. Elise wants us home."

Silently, Specs starts the van and pullsput of his parking space.

"I just need you and Tuck to do your talking bit and this episode should be ready to go up," you say about half and hour away from home.

"Thanks. We can probably do that tonight."

"Cool."

"Or tomorrow. I'm tired."

"Fair enough. Ugh, I just realized that I have to get a ride back home tonight. Eh, I'll just ask Elsie to crash on her couch," you say, closing the laptop.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you like me?"

"I mean, yeah. We're frien-"

"No, (Y/N). That's not what I mean. Do you like me as more than a friend? Romantically?" He asks, looking at you while at a red light. You nod and he smile softly. "Good. I like you too."

"I'm sorry I teased you."

"Don't be. It was kinda hot. Oh, also, you snore."

"I do not."

"I shared a bed with you last night. You're clingy, you talk, and you snore."

"I do not talk. Or snore. And what the hell do you mean by clingy?"

"You cuddle is what I mean. But, yes, you do talk. If I remember right you said 'just look at me, Specs' and I would love to know the meaning behind that."

"No."

"I'll find out."

"No, you won't."

"I'll ask the further."

"What the spirits will tell you what I mean?"

"They may."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

Specs laughs as he pulls up at Elise's house. You crawl into the back to help pass the equipment out. A hand grabs your wrist and you're being pulled into a body. You're nose to nose with Specs.

"Since we like each other, can I kiss you?" Specs asks as he runs a hand through your hair. You nod and he crashes his lips into yours.

Inside the house, Tucker sees the van.

"Elise, they're back."

"Oh, thank goodness."

The two head outside and Tucker opens the back door to find two of his best friends making out.

"What the hell?" He asks. The pair jump apart.

"Oh, hey, guys," you say as your cheeks flame.

"Hi," Specs says proudly as his cheeks also go red.

"It's about time," Elise says, grabbing a bag. Tucker shakes his head as he grabs equipment cases and following Elsie to the garage.

"Wanna share my bed tonight?" Specs asks.

"That sounds like a good idea."

#adam writes #steven specs fisher #leigh whannell #specs insidious #tucker insidious #insidious #elise insidous

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Key to Your Heart (Part 14 of 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader

Chapter word count: 2.2 K

Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...

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{Marvel Masterlist}

Unexpected

Your hair is still a little damp from the shower you took after you puked this morning. Your body has been giving you a hard time, and you have no idea why.

“You look tired,” Sam says when you walk past him on your way to the living room. “Trouble sleeping?”

“No, I just feel like I came back from a mission.” You complain, running a hand through your hair. “Is Bucky there?”

“Yeah. Watching TV.” He gestures at the living room before touching your shoulder.

“Thanks.” Smiling at him, you make your way there, finding him on the couch. “My body hates me.” You complain, dropping to the couch next to him.

“You need to see a doctor.” He says, kissing your forehead. “This has been going on for a while.”

“Nah, it's probably just... I don't know, it's probably nothing.” Lying your head on his shoulder, you take a deep breath. “I felt worse before. I think it's just some sort of PMS going crazy since I'm late.”

“Why are you late?”

“I don't know, but it happens sometimes. My cycles aren't always right.”

“You don't have to go to the mission if you're not feeling alright.” He says, caressing your hair.

Looking up at him, you shake your head. “No, I have to go. I want to go. It's my first mission without you or Steve.” You say, almost pouting to him. “And they assigned me because Wanda is already off so–”

“Doll, you were the first call. Tony didn't pick you just because Wanda isn't here. This mission is meant for you.” Bucky speaks slow, and you can see his face lighting up with... Pride? Is he proud of you? Tiny, little you?

“Really?”

“Yes. But if you're ill–”

“I'm fine!” You stand up, suddenly excited. “I feel better already.”

“Are you sure?” He takes your hand, pulling you back to the couch, into his arms.

“Mhmm. And Thor can take me out of there at any time if he calls Heimdall.” Looking up to the ceiling, you smile at the gatekeeper. Well, you hope he's looking at you now. “I'll be great, you'll see.”

“(Y/N). Bucky.” Steve says, entering the living room with a mug in his hands. “Feeling any better, baby sister?”

“Don't pretend you weren't listening with your enhance hearing.” You tell him, showing off your tongue.

“Stop trying to keep me from being polite.” He complains, sitting on the armchair.

That's when a smell reaches your nose, making you furrow your eyebrows and squint your eyes in disgust, as your stomach goes wild. “What the hell is this smell?”

“Mmm...” Bucky mutters, a question mark on his face before he exchanges a look with Steve.

“Coffee. Cappuccino. The same I always have.” Your brother says, shrugging his shoulders.

“It sucks.” You mumble, covering your nose. Taking Bucky's hand, you pull him with you. “Come, help me pack up and rescue me from this terrible smell.”

“Sure, doll.”

•••

Your black uniform now has golden stars on each shoulder, like on Bucky's metal arm. He told you it was red, but Wakanda gave him a new, improved arm with the golden star. You like it, as you like everything about him. And it's a way to keep him with you when he's not physically there. Both Bucky and the Soldier. They're both with you through this mission, from the beginning until now, as you walk through the hall of this secret base, already overcome.

It wasn't a big facility, just a branch of a bigger organization long destroyed, that was working on the ashes of its predecessor. An A-bomb, or something much like it, Tony said. Now, with the place handled by you, Thor, and a little help from the SHIELD agents, all you need to do is take the bomb off. And for that, you need to carefully pull it off the floor and put it into a box made to contain it, which is being carried by the blond.

You've been chatting all the way, but ever since you stepped off the elevator, you've been feeling dizzy and wasn't being able to keep up.

“Hey.” Thor elbows you. “What's in this head of yours? You seem distracted.”

“Yeah, I...” Rubbing your forehead, you take a deep breath. “I'm just tired, I guess. Missing my boyfriend. My Soldier.”

“Of course.” He giggles, and you both turn left. “How did you manage to do that? From what they told me, all the efforts to erase the Soldier were useless. Then you came along and he was all about you.” As he speaks, you fall behind, the dusky hall and its scarce yellow lights getting to your head. Until you can't put one foot in front of the other anymore, and the floor and the ceiling become one. “You certainly–. (Y/N)?” You hear the sound of metal falling before a hand comes to hold you, pushing you to lie down. “Hey. What's wrong?”

“Nothing, I just–”

“I'll get Heimdall to–”

“No. I'm fine. I just need to slow down for a bit.” You say, taking a deep breath.

“You need to see a doctor. You look so pale.” Then, a huge hand comes to your forehead and neck. “Well, you don't have a fever at least.”

“I'm just tired.” Repeating yourself, you stand up, allowing him to help you. “I feel better already. Now let's go finish this mission.”

“I'm not sure...”

“C'mon, Thunder boy.” Grabbing his arm, you start pulling him with you.

“Alright, but after we get the bomb I'll get Heimdall to take you back home. Immediately.”

With an eye-roll, you sigh and nod. “I'd like to meet Heimdall one of these days. And you still owe me a trip to Asgard.” As you remind him of the old promise, you reach the very place where the bombs were being set. The hole on the solid rock is the size of a watermelon, and the equipment inside is the size of an orange. “Such a tiny thing with such a powerful destruction potential.”

“A waste of wisdom to use it for dark purposes.” He says, opening the metal box meant for the bomb. “Do your thing and if it goes wrong, I'll protect you.”

“Oh, please. I'm with the Winter Soldier, I know how to deal with delicate situations.” Using your powers come easy now, and in a second you have pinkish waves floating around as if smoke in the water. Carefully, you involve the piece of cylindrical metal, pulling it up, and guiding it into the box.

Thor then closes it, with a sigh. “So. How does it feel?”

“What exactly?”

“Being successful in your first mission without your babysitters.”

“If you weren't holding this thing, I'd throw you across the room.” Moving to stand behind him, you use the waves of energy to help you up, onto his back. “It feels freaking amazing. Now let's go.”

“Heimdall!” He calls, and a second later you're surrounded by light, and power, and... Something makes you even dizzier than before.

And when the lights are gone and you open your eyes, only then noticing you closed them, the first thing you do is jump to the ground and run. Run because your lunch doesn't want to in your stomach anymore.

Successfully passing a super-soldier, Steve, since Bucky isn't around, is a victory of its own, but the moment you're flushing the toilet and moving to brush your teeth to get rid of the awful taste, loud knocks on the door tell you the privacy is over.

“Alright, open up,” Steve says, and by the low chattering, he's not alone.

You love the Avengers, but when things like that happen, they're all around. It's good, but bad when you just want them to believe you're okay. “I'm fine!” You raise your voice, finishing brushing your teeth and washing your mouth. “I just puked.”

“Thor said you were feeling ill ever since you went on the mission.”

Pulling the door open, you find a small, but powerful army crowding your bedroom. “Thor speaks too much. I'm fine, I'm just tired and the trip back here Asgardian style got me a bit sick.” Pushing through them, you walk to your dresser, grabbing some clothes.

“(Y/N)–”

“Guys, I'm ok.” Cutting off Nat, you sigh, looking at them. They look like drones, standing this way and looking at you. It makes you chuckle. “Now, let me shower, I'm still covered in dust and my hair smells like smoke.”

“You're so stubborn.”

“Because I'm perfectly fine.” Rolling your eyes, you move to the bathroom again. “Where's my boyfriend, by the way? Wasn't he supposed to be bugging me about it as well?”

“He went grocery shopping. Something he was mumbling about making you when you got back.” Steve answers, and you nod, pushing the bathroom door close.

In the following days, it's a roller coaster. You feel good, normal, and then, it comes back. It's starting to annoy you as a couple of weeks go by, and as much as you try not to let anyone notice, you're failing. On the time Soldier was up, God, he wouldn't stop treating you as if you're terribly ill. But you understand his worry. He's scared he'll lose you on a daily basis, even though you assure him it won't happen, and seeing you, the woman he loves - with whom he discovered love -, his wife, sick with something he doesn't know what is, terrifies him.

And it's no better with Bucky. Both sides of him are very attentive of you, basically nursing you into health. Even though health doesn't really come.

On a lazy, Sunday afternoon, you're watching TV in a baggy sweater, nothing underneath because your breasts are tender from the period that doesn't seem to come. The stress may cause it, as you read in some website, and many women experience it. And since you were super nervous about the mission you went with Thor, it makes sense.

“Doll, do you want something?” Bucky asks, with your head on his lap as he caresses your hair.

“No, I'm fine.” You mutter, sighing.

The door opens and closes, and the footsteps of someone in heels make their way over you. “Bucky. (Y/N).” Pepper says, walking to the front of the couch where you can see her. “Our laboratories require a blood sample for routine exams. Steve, Nat, and Sam already took it. Wanda is down there right now and you two are the only ones left.”

“Right now?” You ask, sitting up.

“I can ask the doctors to come here if you like.”

“Come, I'll carry you,” Bucky says, and before you can process it and make up an answer, he picks you up, a hand under your legs and the other on your back, lifts you, and starts moving. “Thank you, Pepper.”

“Thank you.”

“Peps, what is Tony up to?” You question as Bucky walks through the compound, Pepper following behind. “He's been locked up in his lab for what? Days now?”

“Some enhancements on the armor. Apparently, he had a chat with Shuri and it inspired him to do something new. But it's a surprise. He won't tell me until it's ready.” She states, walking fast to keep Bucky's pace. “I don't want to tell you, I want to show you, he said.”

“Now I'm curious too.”

“We all are.” She agrees.

It doesn't take long until you're at the medical center. Bucky holds your hand as they take the sample, and after that, he gives you a chocolate bar he had in the fridge, for your bravery, he said, and you laughed. Even the silly, little things make you fall harder for him. And you think he's falling harder for you too.

On the next day, you already said your goodnights to him, a sweet, tender kiss by the door, and you come inside, crawling into bed. You miss sleeping next to him since you grew used to having the Soldier with you. But you do love both, and you'll follow their pace.

And no, you're not even close to telling Bucky about the marriage. You decided to wait until you're better again.

The blankets are comfortably set around you when a knock makes you open your eyes. You're wondering if that was real when you hear it again, rolling your eyes. “Who is it?” Voice clouded by sleep, you don't move at all.

“(Y/N), it's me. We need to talk. Now.” Steve's tone makes you get up immediately, pushing the blankets away, moving to the door, and pulling it open.

“What happened? Is the Soldier–”

“No.” He says, walking inside and closing the door. “I'll be straightforward with you. Those blood tests were a facade. We just needed a blood sample from you to find out what was wrong with you, and we did.”

“Why in the hell didn't you–”

“Shut it.” He cuts you off, making you cross your arms with an angry face on. “You're not sick, (Y/N). You're pregnant.”

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[wisefoxluminary]

Bo Katan doesn't feel like she's good enough to lead the clans. Din offers her comfort where feelings are confessed.

Din Djarin: you're insufferable.

Bo Katan: thank you, that really helped.

Din:  I'm not trying to cheer you up.

Bo: What are you trying to say?

Din: I don't know. I'll know when I'm done saying it. Something pissed me off and I just...unattainable that's it.

Bo: Fine I'm attainable! I'm in attainathon may I please just go to sleep.

Din: You listen to me!

Din crouches down and sits at Bo Katan's level.

Din: I've been alive longer than I should have and close to death a lot longer than you have that I've seen things you couldn't imagine and done things I prefer you didn't. Don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain so I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of bloody calls. After all these years and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of. You.

Bo Katan refuses to meet his gaze, shame in her eyes. Din touches her face, but she resists the comfort.

Din: Hey, look at me? I'm not asking for anything. When I say I love you, it's not because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength, I've seen the best and worst of you. And I understand, with perfect clarity, exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman. You're the one, Bo.

A tear falls down Bo's check. She is moved by Din's pledge of loyalty, his confession of love.

Bo: I don't want to be the one.

Din: I don't want to be this good looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.

Bo laughs, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. She makes a resting place in the cave as Din plans to make his leave.

Din: you get some rest now. I'll check in before first light. You can decide how you want-

Bo: Din!

Din turns around, looking at her with eyes of devotion underneath his helmet.

Bo: Could you stay here?

Din: sure

Din stands there awkwardly for a moment. He admires one of the large rocks in the cave.

Din: That diabolical torture device? The comfy rock?

Din takes off his helmet and rests it on the floor. He isn't scared to show his face around Bo Katan.

Din: Do me fine.

Bo: No, I mean here.

Din and Bo both stare at each other intensely for a few minutes.

Bo: will you just hold me?

Din walks over without any hesitation and lies beside Bo. He puts his arms around her tightly. Bo rests her head on Din's chest, basking in his warmth. He uses one gloved hand to stroke her hair, to admire its auburn flaming colours. For once, he is at peace in Bo Katan's arms. Bo loves to have Din's company like this, to have someone who understood and respected everything she was. Within the dark confines of the cave, they were one.

#dinbo #din djarin #bo katan kryze #din djarin x bo katan kryze #buffy #random dialogue #spuffy #the mandalorian

[salvadorbonaparte]

About the courier thing. I looked at the Lufthansa website would you recommend it if someone had never flown before? Like I'd need to get a passport for this, only traveled by car/ ship so far.

About picking the deliveries up and delivering them, if I live in town A and the company is in City B do I have to go there to pick it up? Will it be at the airport? Bc the website made it look like you get the message that they need you, then you basically that instant jump in your car drive to the company drive to the airport and jump into the plane, land jump into a taxi and go to the place you need to be.

My concerns are that I'll only get reimbursed for things like the taxi bc they need me to have an international CreditCard... Could you describe how tight these times are? Like what happens if I don't have the time to catch the booked flight bc they booked it too tightly for it to be realistic?

When I land in other countries, what exactly is common place there? Will I be expected and picked up or will I have to find a taxi to the company myself?

If there isnt an instant flight back, do they pay/book or only reimburse you for finding a hotel/ hostel? What happens if you miss your flight back?

You can probably tell lol but I'd be interested but I'm pretty anxious about all the stuff they don't specify on their website. Like I'm not willing to risk having to pay for a flight back home from the US because there was a traffic jam and I missed my booked flight

Also, talking about safety lol, would you recommend this to a woman? The people that left glowing reviews about how great the job is only had masculine names afaik.

And do they give you the info you need for the countries you travel to? Like if I, as a woman, would travel to a country that requires me to wear something to hide my hair would they tell me that? Or would uncultured little ol' me have to frantically google what kinda clothes I would be able to wear? And what kinda attire would they expect at the companies you're supposed to deliver to? Like if I look like shit after a 10 hour flight and deliver a contract or a designer dress they aren't gonna kill me right?

Also the website said to always have a light bag ready which is fair but if I show up with a small case that I wouldn't be able to take with me to my seat are they gonna say I'm taking too much time while I wait for my baggage?

Hello! Thank you for reaching out. I am going to try and answer these questions to the best of my ability, but I've only flown two missions and both were the same company and destination, so I am not an expert on this.

You'd definitely have to get a passport. I don't know if I'd recommend it because I don't know you personally. I flew for the first time when I was two and flew alone for the first time when I was five. I lived abroad for a while and had to fly back and forth between semesters. I know my local airport like the back of my hand and feel pretty comfortable flying. OBC missions can be really stressful, and never having flown before could add to that stress. On the other hand, maybe you thrive under that stress. Maybe it can be an adventure.

The pickup location can differ afaik. I had to pick up the cargo both times at a company close to the airport but I've also heard of cases where the cargo is in a different city and you're supposed to pick it up or where it is picked up at the airport. Same for the drop off. Both of my missions were airplane parts so my drop off was outside the airport. I heard that occassionally you'd have to take a taxi to some company but they would tell you about the drop off location or at least whom to contact once you land. International airports always have taxis outside and usually public transport so you should be fine as long as you have an address. You have to be flexible. The timing is also different. I once had to cancel a request because they wanted me to be in Hamburg within an hour (the high-speed train alone takes longer than an hour). Yesterday I got the message in the early afternoon and the flight was in the evening so I had time to prepare. You don't have to answer requests if you don't have time or think you can't manage the pickup time. They usually message everyone on their list who lives in a certain radius and then whoever answers first and can do it gets the mission. If you're on a mission and something goes horribly wrong, I guess you have to contact the company and sort it out together with them. I have no idea how that works because that never happened to me luckily. I only accept missions that I think are realistic and I guess if I were to miss a plane or connection they'd have to rebook me since I am the one with the cargo and finding someone else that late in the process would be even more expensive? I don't know what happens if you miss your flight back and I assume it depends on if it is your fault or something unforseen.

About the money thing I think it depends on the company again. I flew with Wings Onboard the last two times and they book your flight and hotel so you only need to cover things like transport, roaming, excess baggage if it comes up. Having a visa card or similar is really important for this and also having a little money on it for emergencies. For example, I paid 80 Euro for taxis plus 130 for excess baggage this time that I will get reimbursed. Last time I only paid like 2 Euro for a parking ticket and that was it. You need to be prepared for emergencies but you should get everything but food reimbursed.

About the gender thing, I am seen as a woman and I am pretty short and I did not accept a mission last time because I felt uncomfortable flying to that country at night. In general, it can be dangerous as a woman everywhere so take the normal safety precautions and listen to your intuition if something seems dangerous. Other than safety, being a short female-perceived person has its upsides because my cargo was 30kg and men helped me carry it lol.

I received no cultural insights like that but I also flew to my neighbouring country so I don't know if they would tell you. I'd google just in case. What they will tell you however, at least Wings does, is if there is any visa or customs regulations you need to be aware of, which I think is even more vital. About clothes in general, since it is pretty spontaneous missions no one minded so far that I was wearing jeans and t shirts. Most of them never had to deal with OBCs so they are mostly just curious. You're not technically employed by them, you're just delivering something, and they care a lot more about the cargo than you.

I always have a little backpack packed, which is more practical than a case, because it can fit under your seat or in the overhead compartment. The important part is that it is small enough to be counted as hand luggage for most major airlines. If you have cargo that counts as hand luggage you can take it with you and maybe fit it in the bag. If the cargo is large enough for checked baggage you still have your essential things with you and can grab them quickly without having to wait for them too. The company will book your flight for you and will opt for the cheapest option, which is usually economy with either only hand luggage or hand luggage and one piece of checked luggage. As long as you have your phone, charger, money, passport, perhaps a pyjama and toothbrush and empty water bottle you should be fine.

In general, it can be stressful and you have to be flexible and spontaneous when things go wrong, but the past two missions I noticed that a courier is already so much cheaper and faster for them that small delays don't matter. I hurried so much to check out my cargo and go to the drop off point and when I called them they were like "both our cars are busy right now, it will take maybe 15 minutes" and then took over 30 minutes to arrive. As long as you make the flight and the cargo is safe they don't care if you took five minutes longer to find the exit or went to the bathroom. Five minutes longer still beats the time or money they'd have to put into other logistics solutions.

You can DM me for more questions and I can even send you some (censored) mission briefings if you want to know how much information you get. I hope this was helpful!

#asks

[ipsen]

On the Easel (Blank Canvas Side Story): Tatara and Houji

Context: The Chì Shé Theater Company is showing its Japanese production of its new play Iron Tongues, which is, in part, written by Tatara, the lighting director of the Japan branch. Takes place during Chapter 9 of Blank Canvas. Under the cut.

The curtains fell on the final act, and people applauded. Tatara, in the darkness of the theater, sighed with relief. It was over, and it was well received. That's all he could ask for.

He tried to look for Sen as people cleared her out. He wanted to ask her what she thought, try to understand the fog around her mind that he still had yet to pierce, but the crowd, much like that fog, kept him away. That head of fern hair he was so fond of was nowhere to be seen, and he gave up. He'd see her afterward anyway, along with that artist she liked to drag around for whatever reason.

He still didn't understand what she saw in him. Sure, his art fit the aesthetic of her work, but it wasn't the best he'd seen. Plenty of the artists she'd brought for him to talk to had done better, more informed work, so what made Haise Sasaki different?

He feared he'd never know, but before he could dwell on that idea, a familiar voice spoke behind him.

"Xin."

Tatara turned around and glared. The face it belonged to had gotten older, with more wrinkles, but he still recognized it since Yan's funeral.

"Houji," he said, not caring to suppress his disgust. "Why are you here?"

"Work has me here in Tokyo for the time being, and I heard your play was tonight." Houji smiled slightly. "I wanted to see how far you've come."

Tatara scowled at that. "Is that so? Well, now you know."

Houji sighed. "Xin, we don't have to do this. I'm tired, and I'm sure you're tired, too. I'm sorry-- I truly am-- but this is getting us nowhere."

But Tatara dug in his heels. "It's easy for you to say. You're not the one who has to live with the fact that his brother is dead every day for the rest of his life. You're not the one who has to look at your sorry mug and remember that his brother chose a stranger over his own life."

"Xin--" Houji began.

“My brother cared about you enough to save your sorry ass, and clearly, you’re grateful, as you should be. But don’t pretend I feel the same way. Yan was irreplaceable to me— to everyone at Chì Shé— and he’s gone forever because he picked you over us.” Tatara leaned forward, making sure to memorize the building anguish and regret, burning like fire, in Houji’s eyes. “Thank you for coming to tonight’s performance. Don’t speak to me again.”

Houji’s mouth was a thin line. “Of course. But, first... might I be allowed a congratulations?”

Tatara squinted. “Fine. Accepted.”

Houji bowed before turning to leave. His continued nonchalance about the whole thing ticked Tatara off. At least pretend to feel more than just a little bad. Houji was the entire reason Tatara was the lighting director and not Yan. But Houji's posture betrayed nothing as he disappeared back into the crowd.

Tatara tried to scoff, but it turned into a sigh. It was good Fei wasn’t here to slap him upside the head; he wouldn’t hear the end of it if she learned Houji had shown up.

She was always asking Tatara to forgive him, as if there was anything to forgive. Houji hadn’t been the one to choose, hadn't been the one to survive of his own will. Yet, every time Tatara saw his face, he just saw Yan being consigned to the flames for a man he barely knew.

He clicked his tongue. It was pointless to think about it; Houji would never show up again if he knew what was good for him. Tatara had more important things to focus on, like the resort and finding Ayato.

He stalked off in the opposite direction.

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Thanks for reading!

#shrugs #something short to try and combat this fucking writer's block #also wanted to dig a bit more into tatara; still learning how to write him of course #also yeah i just sacrificed yan and not fei sorry #tg #tokyo ghoul #tatara #kousuke houji #blank canvas

[ay0nha]

Girls Just Want To Have Fundamental Rights | Steve Harrington (II)

Summary: She knew him as ‘King Steve’ and he knew her as the  Feminist who got kicked out of school. She left Hawkins while he stayed,  but what happens when she returns and foggy memories become clear?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Sinclair!OC (POC)

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Just know Donna’s hair inspo right now is Whitney Houston in the 80s :)) I had fun writing this one...lmk if you’d like to be tagged/untagged :))

Taglist: @preciousbabypeter @rexorangecouny @misaamaneswifey @timmytime-hufflepuff09 @sailor-peeking @theultimatesleeper  @kersficrecs​

Part I

Hawkins, 1983

"You know you can join me if you'd like," Donna spoke outwardly, only continuing to prepare her joint not bothering to look up to whoever was there, "Beats standing there lurking."

"Only trying to be polite," He came into the blue pool light to stand in front of her. His hands were in his pocket, only taking them out to talk, "I was waiting until you finished to ask to borrow your lighter."

Donna forgot the work in front of her, entirely too amused with the King standing in front of her. Steve "The Hair" Harrington.  It wasn't the name that bothered her. It was just how he carried himself that got to her. He knew how to carry himself well. He learned that long ago and never failed to use it to his advantage.  It took people years to figure out how to do that. Even now, as he approached someone he'd never given the time of day he was still playing his role perfectly.

She thought maybe it was his curse. His spell. Maybe the reason behind why she asked, "Want to share this?"

"I shouldn't," Steve only offered her more politeness; a hand up in feigned excuse. But he looked invested in keeping her company.  

As Donna twisted her grinder, making the bud she put in as fine as she liked, she wondered what was causing Steve to act so... differently. He was usually at the center of the party. Schmoozing his way through the crowd that adored him, kissed the ground he walked on. Yet, he chose to sit idly on the pool chair across from her with unmatched patience.

"Do you know how to roll one?" She asked as she began her process anew, glancing up at him briefly to catch his response. There was no judgment in her tone, knowing he wasn't one who usually indulged in this sort of vice.  He shook his head softly as she said, "That's alright, I'll show you."

As Donna walked him through the various steps, all he could focus on was how expert her hands were. The process was second nature for her.  Steve heard nothing she said while he watched. He'd just flipped back down from the keg stand and now he needed a cigarette to wash it all down. He needed a break from the party. It was what allowed him to let the beer go to his head and get mesmerized at how her  fingers were nimble with the process. It was like muscle memory at this  point.

"Then, once you've got it like this," Her voice was a whisper as she held up the partially rolled paper in front of him, "You just lick it across and you're almost done."

Steve wanted to do it and Donna realized that as she held it out for him carefully. He leaned forward slightly, his hands barely ghosting over hers as if stabilizing himself before gliding his tongue across the paper. He didn't dare look up from his concentration, but he could feel Donna watching his every move.

"You're a natural," She told him warmly, twisting the edge of the paper to seal it off. It hadn't even been lit yet, but Steve's lungs were already feeling tight. She took her time to light it and get it burning to share and once she did she said, "Whenever you're ready." Reaching out with his two fingers, Steve touched her own in the exchange. He almost asked her to hold it for him, but it was too late as he began inhaling an herb new to him.

The burn of smoke filled his lungs and he held it as best he could, trying not to choke. But his body forced him to cough it all out instantly. He knew he would cough, not being used to this, but he hated the way it almost echoed through the open air. Taking the joint from him, Donna took her own drag, experiencing nothing but calmness in her breath.

"I thought you smoked," She laughed lightly keeping the joint between her lips as she started cleaning up her make-shift tray.

"I smoke tobacco," Steve corrected her cooly, watching as she plucked at the ends of her stray spiral curls only to push them back to lean into every word he said, "This stuff-I don't know how you enjoy this."

Donna rolled her eyes at his comment with her signature smirk that he has now become hyper-fixated on in his oncoming daze, "This is usually a little smoother in my opinion."

"And that makes it better somehow?"

"There are some other added benefits to it," She smiled wide feeling the blissful embrace of what she was talking about setting on.   Experimentally she held out the joint for him once again, "Try again. Just breathe in, but very, very slowly."  

Steve hesitated but obeyed her. When he looked at her, he could see the hazy glow from her high in her eyes, wanting to meet her there.  He started to feel the warmth more closely as he drew in another breath. His throat was on fire as the smoke traveled down it and into his lungs.

"Fuck...That's...Terrible," He coughed out in between each word. Pinching the joint in between his middle and pointer fingers he rested the joint back in between her lips, returning the favor.

She laughed taking a hit before blowing out some smoke through her nose, "This is no feat for the weak."

Donna's eyes drooped as she watched Steve in front of her. She started laughing. She rubbed her nose trying to cover it up but soon her giggle turned into a fit. Steve looked at he with awe. He only just noticed how part of her hair was clipped back, her curls not enjoying being tamed slickly on one side. She didn't have bright colors on like everyone at the party. Steve could see she chose things that paired well with the Earth. Colors that paired beautifully with her deep skin color as did the gold jewelry that hit her chest in the rhythm of her happiness.

It only took Steve so long before copying her laughter and it didn't take long before he was asking in between laughs what was so funny.

"Nothing, nothing," She shook her head, trying to shake her thoughts, "I was just thinking."

"That can never be good," He joked with her like he was familiar with her. Like they were friends, "Come on, what is it?"

She had his full and undivided attention. She could see that now clearly.

Her lips twitched in amusement as she finally pushed out her question, "Ever shotgunned before?"

"You’re joking, right?" He beamed widely, his ego was quickly inflating at the idea of impressing her, "Grab an IPA and I can show you."

"Not beer," She shook her head trying to not revive her laughing spell, patting the spot next to her where she sat, "Here, come here I'll show you."

Steve had never moved faster in his life. He was trying to figure out a way to get closer to her and now he was convinced she was reading his mind.

Now that he was closer to Donna, she could make out the pink tinge on his cheeks. No doubt from the smoke. It paired well with the shadows of the pool water that moved in rhythm with the breeze around them on his face. Donna could see now why so many of the cheerleaders had their eyes on him. He was gentle looking with a few freckles littering his face, something that could make just about anyone swoon.

Steve had never been on the other side. He was never one to truly swoon. Yet, as Donna tipped Steve's chin up gently as he followed her guidance eagerly. Her hand stayed there, barely there in the contact as her free hand drew in a deep drag of whatever was left before the joint would become a roach.

Donna smiled down at him and leaned in, gently guiding his mouth open with hers as she exhaled smoke past his waiting lips. She consumed his senses for a moment. All he could feel is one of her hands coming to lay on his chest, the smell of her perfume amongst the smoke, and the faint taste of her lipstick on his lips. Steve breathed in, doing his best to take it everything she offered into his lungs, as rich and intoxicating as the warmth it was attached to.

her lips brushed his for just a moment longer as she spoke softly, "See, just like that."

"Hold on, I don't think I have it yet," His voice just as soft while his hand found her jaw immediately, keeping her from getting too far, "Show me again."

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