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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year

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I was thinking about inexperienced Eddie again, and then was thinking about sweet drunk Steve, and then this happened. Enjoy my dears!

~°~

So they're at a party. All the teens at Steve's house probably, it's the biggest house, with the most rooms, enough for everyone to stay over if they drink too much and can't drive home. They all pretty much have their own rooms there now anyway.

But Eddie still isn't used to being in large groups, not when the groups aren't hellfire anyway, so he's kinda quiet, sticks by steve or robin most of the time, or stays in the kitchen, eating all of Steve's food.

But now he's sat on the living room floor, next to steve, legs crossed, red solo cup in hand. There's music playing low, and steve is swaying slightly next to him, his cup his almost empy. His second cup. Or third. Eddie thinks he may have missed him refill it once. Steve's shoulder keeps brushing his and Eddie's hands are starting to sweat, his skin feels hotter and hotter everytime someone speaks.

He doesn't remember who suggested Never Have I Ever but he should have run. He should have made an excuse to leave. Or not made an excuse. He should have just fucking run for the door.

But how the fuck was he supposed to know they were gonna make every question about sex. Well, almost all of them, Nancy had seemingly taken pitty and said one about saving the world so they ALL had to drink.

But other than that, Eddie's cup had been resting on the floor near his feet, his hand resting on top it, fingers splayed, gripping it too tight probably, but he was... very uncomfortable. His fingers drum against the rim to the soft beat of the music, nervous.

He almost takes a drink when Argyle says something about kissing, even lifts his glass, but then he adds something about using your tongue in a way Eddie's never even fucking heard of and Eddie just closes his eyes, takes a deep breathe, and lowers his glass again.

"You're not drinking."

Eddie vaguely hears Steve speak, feels him lean into his shoulder.

"Hmm?" He hums back, his eyes blinking hazily as he drags them from the floor, he lets them settle on Steve's nearly empty cup instead.

"Yer not drinking." He slurs into Eddie's ear, his voice quiet. His breath on Eddie's cheek makes him shiver.

"Nope." Eddie whispers back, shaking his head once.

"Not thristy?" Steve asks, and he sounds, so genuine. Eddie looks at him, leaning to the side a bit so Steve's face isn't so close. Steve blinks at him, his eyelids heavy, he looks, very drunk. But also beautiful. Eddie shrugs, looks away again.

"Just playing the game." He mutters, glances back to Steve and sees him frown. He watches him, his brows furrowed in confusion, his eyes moving a bit, like he's trying to solve a problem in his head. Eddie bites his lip, looks back to the floor.

"You-" Steve starts, stops, his hand moves to Eddie's knee as he moves closer. Eddie's breath catches in his throat, he looks at Steve again, his face so so close.

"You didn't drink. Cuz... no sex?" Steve's brow is furrowed again. Jesus, how fucking much had he had to drink? Eddie had to have missed more than a cup or two. He snorts, can't help it. Steve looks so confused, but like he's trying to be... something.

"Yeah Steve. I no sex." Eddie nods, pats Steve's knee and gently moves Steve's hand back into his own lap.

"Not even kisses?" Steve whispers, and he looks sad now, his lips pouting as he looks at Eddie, his eyes dropping to linger on Eddie's lips for a moment before he blinks and looks back up.

Eddie shakes his head, all the air in his lungs suddenly gone. Steve watches him for a beat longer and then nods, apparently deciding something. Eddie gulps, but Steve just reaches for his cup, picks it up and silently poors half of Eddie's beer into his own.

"Steve, don't. You've had-"

"Is fine." Steve whispers back, shaking his head.

"M' running out anyway." He passes his cup to his other hand and points at himself with a little wave of his hand.

"I do... too much sex. I think." He frowns again, looks around the cirlce, hears whatever it is Jonathan says and snorts, takes another drink and then looks back to Eddie.

"See. Drinking again." Steve says, smiling widely. Eddie frowns, but looks away. His hand clenching on his cup, he almost crushes the plastic before he thinks to let go. He leans to his other side, toward Robin, her cup isn't nearly as empty as anyone else's either.

"Hey Rob's?" Eddie asks, involuntarily flinching at the laughter that rings through the room.

"What's up?" She asks, leaning into him, her eyes bright.

"I think Steve's had... too much? To drink maybe." He says it quietly. Like he's unsure. He doesn't wanna ruin the party, or the game, or the moment, or whatever. But he's... concerned. Robin's brow crinkles and then she leans forward to look past Eddie. Eddie looks too, both of them watching as Steve sways forward, almost falls onto his face and then sways back, laughing to himself.

"Oh. Yeah no. Cut him off. I'll take him to his room. Get him some water." She starts to move, like she's getting up.

"I can get it." Eddie says, his hand on her shoulder. She gives him a look, one of those looks Eddie can never decipher. He knows Robin sees more of him than he's shared with anyone. Except Wayne. But it's never judgemental, and he knows why, but its never expectant either. It's just this look she gives him.

"You sure?" She ask, her hand still on the floor like she's gonna shove herself to her feet.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm not uh... not exactly enjoying this game very much anyway. You stay. I got it." He watches her drop her eyes to Eddie's cup, and he's suddenly sure she'd seen Steve take half of it for him, because she smiles, softly, and nods.

"Okay. Thanks. Don't forget the water. And put a couples aspirin on his nightstand too for the morning. Or he'll-"

"Get a migraine. On it." Eddie finishes, she smiles again, big this time. He pats her shoulder.

"Have fun." He says, cringing when the room fills with laughter again. He slides his cup to her and then looks back to Steve.

"Hey." He says softly, his hand hovering above Steve's knee, he decides to touch his arm instead, Steve's head sways toward him and he smiles when he sees Eddie looking at him.

"Hey." He breathes back, his breath smelling like beer.

"You wanna come with me big guy? So you can get some rest?" Eddie asks, his fingers curling around Steve's wrist. He sighs, drops his head to Eddie's shoulder.

"Rest sounds nice." He hums, nuzzling closer. Eddie laughs, can't help it, he's nervous and drunk Steve is... new. He's never been around drunk Steve before.

"Okay well not here. I'm gonna help you get to your room okay?" Eddie says, pushing up onto his knees so he can help Steve stand. He nods, lets Eddie pull him up and hold him steady.

"Are you leaving brochachos?" Argyle calls from across the circle, the others all groan, sad.

"I have to rest now!" Steve shouts at them, pointing accusingly at them, but he's smiling.

"Aww he's sleepy!" Jonathan calls back, his voice almost as slurred as Steve's, Eddie watches him fall into Argyle's side, giggling.

"Ya know what!?" Steve yells, stops, his face falling as he forgets what he was saying. His eyes find Eddie and he his lips curl a bit, his hands grab Eddie's shoulders, steadying himself.

"M' tired Eddie." He mumbles, frowning again. Eddie nods, his hands moving to hold Steve's arms.

"I know. Let's go bud." And he leads Steve away, both of them waving to the chorus of good byes and goodnights behind them.

~°~

Getting Steve to bed is easier than Eddie guessed it would be, he'd been slumping into Eddie more with each step down the hall. Eddie was pretty sure he was almost alseep on his feet already.

There was one moment of panic, when Steve was changing into his pajamas and the zipper on his jeans got stuck, and he'd grabbed Eddie's hand, guided it to his zipper and requested he fix it. Eddie had nearly yelped and stumbled back, away from Steve. But he was standing with his eyes closed, swaying on the spot, waiting for help so he could sleep. So Eddie had done his best with shaking hands to get the zipper down. Steve had slurred a thank you and shoved his jeans down so fast he almost slammed his head into Eddie's. He had jumped back then, out of Steve's headbutting range.

He'd turned his back while Steve changed and then heard the rustling of sheets and turned to find Steve getting settled beneath his sheets.

"I gotta go get you some water. And some medicine for your head so Robin doesn't kill me. But I'll be back okay?" Eddie tells Steve, he watches Steve snort, his eyelids drooping again.

"Robin." Is all he says after the laugh, and it makes Eddie smile. He jogs back down to the kitchen, grabs a glass of water and some meds, and then heads back up, passing the living room he hears hushed voices, the game apparently over now. He peeks in, sees them all cuddled together sleepily on the floor, Robin is the only one who notices him, she waves with her free hand. Eddie smiles, her other hand is tangled up with Nancy's, and runs back up the stairs.

Steve is still awake, but barely. He's leaning against the head rest, his head tilted back, mouth dropped open, but one eye pops open when hears Eddie's chains jingle back into the room.

"You came back." Steve says with a smile, his hand lifting from his sheets to reach for Eddie. He sits on the edge of the bed and hands Steve the glass of water.

"I want you drink at least half of this before you sleep okay?" Eddie says, trying to use his stern voice, knows it doesn't work. But it doesn't matter. Steve takes the glass and nods with wide eyes before chugging the whole thing. He wipes his mouth with his hand, hiccups as he hands it back to Eddie.

"Thirsty." Is all he says, he's blinking slowly again. Eddie chuckles.

"Okay awesome. Yeah. Good job. I'll refill it." He moves to get up, but Steve grabs his wrist, then slides down, laying his head on his pillows.

"Not right now. Just stay here. Promise?" Steve's eyes are closed, but his grip on Eddie is firm.

"Okay. I promise." Eddie breathes, his heart pounding in his throat. He waits for Steve fall asleep, it doesn't take long. And he goes to refill the glass, comes back and sits on the floor, his back to Steve's bed.

He knows he should lay down, should sleep. Will regret it in the morning. And he's about to, lay down, when Steve speaks behind him.

"No one's really ever even kissed you?" His voice says, and then Eddie feels Steve's fingers brush his hair, genlty. He shakes his head, not sure if Steve can see him in the dark, he clears his throat.

"Uh... not really. I don't think kisses under the jungle gym in 4th grade count in that game." Eddie says, shrugs.

"Hmmm... maybe not." His voice is still heavy, still open. There's a beat. And then.

"Is it cuz you like boys?"

And Eddie's heart stops, his stomach drops, and he feels like he might cry. He doesn't turn around. Doesn't say anything. Doesn't defend himself. And then Steve says.

"Boys are pretty. But it's scary kissing boys. Or.. or wanting to. But I bet it's nice." He sighs, and Eddie thinks he might be alseep again. His hands clawing at his own thighs, fingers digging in as they shake. His breathing is shakey too. He feels like he might shake out of his own skin and just float away.

"I guess it's just... no one's ever wanted me." Eddie whispers into the dark. He sure Steve's won't hear him. Sure he won't remember any of this anyway. And he hadn't been... mean, or... judgmental, just... asking. And honest.

And then Steve is touching him. He moves the hair away from Eddie's neck easily, like he's done it a thousand times, and then Eddie's breath catches again when he feels Steve's lips press to the back of his neck, just once, but it's a firm press, full of intent. And then he's gone. Falling back onto his pillows.

"There. Kissed you." He says, and Eddie can hear him smiling. And then, seconds later, he hears him snoring. Soft little things, peaceful.

The warmth of his skin lingers on Eddie neck. He moves his hand slowly, brushes his fingers over the spot gently, shivering in the dark.

~°~

Eddie leaves before Steve wakes up in the morning. He wants to wait. But he has a half shift at the shop today and he has to shower first. He leaves a note, tells Steve to take the aspirin. And tells him to have a good day.

He draws a little demon smiley face at the bottom. Almost signs it "yours, Eddie." But just writes his name and runs.

Work goes well. He's nearly finshed rebuilding the engine he's been working on for months. He's covered in grease and dirt, but he feels good. Feels usefull. His neck has been tingling all day.

He's just getting out of the shower again when he hears the knock at the door.

"Shit. Gimme a minute!" He calls, patting at himself hurriedly with his towel, he grabs a pair of boxers and sweatpants, yanks them on over his damp legs. Nearly falling as he does, grabs a clean shirt from his laundry basket on the floor and shoves himself into it. His hair is still up in a messy bun but he jogs to the door.

"Coming!" He yanks the door open to find Steve. Standing in the light rain that had apparently started.

"Shit. You're getting wet, come in." Eddie steps back, waves him in.

Steve hovers by the door, he's staring at Eddie, his hands shoved in his pockets, his hair looking more wild than normal. There are dark circles under his eyes. He looks tired, but his eyes are bright. Eddie takes a step back, looks to the floor, feeling nervous under his scrutiny.

"You uh... you okay? You're head feeling alright?" Eddie asks, to cut the silence. Cannot stand the silence.

"Yeah. Heads good. You're hair-" Steve stops talking when Eddie's eyes land on him again. Eddie's hand reaches up, then falls back to his side, his cheeks feeling hot.

"Oh. Yeah. I washed it this morning, before work. Didn't wanna wash it again." He shrugs, huffs a little laugh. Not sure what else to say.

"It looks nice. Like that." Steve says, then clears his throat. And that's when it hits Eddie, the look that Steve has going, he looks nervous.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, stopping himself from taking a step forward. Steve's eyes widen in question, and then he's nodding, his teeth digging into his lip briefly.

"Yeah I'm good. I just... I wanted to talk to you." Steve says, sighs loudly.

"About last night." His face scrunches, like he doesn't wanna be saying it. Oh. Of course. Of course that's what it is. Eddie swallows, squares his shoulders, guard up. He nods, waves his hand at Steve.

"Don't worry about it man. You were drunk." He turns, walks into the kitchen, clears his throat, hard, to dislodge the firey lump that's growing there. His hand moves without his permission, fingers touching the back of his neck.

"Wait what?" Steve's confused voice says, before he follows Eddie into the small kitchen space.

"What?" Eddie echoes.

"I- I didn't come here to apologize for anything." Steve says, bluntly, his hands out of his pockets now, they're worrying over his thighs, smoothing back and forth over his jeans.

"You... didn't?" Eddie's brow furrows, he wraps his arms around his middle, watches Steve gulp as he shakes his head.

"Then why are you here?" Eddie leans against the counter, now as far away from Steve as he can get, but Steve isn't having that, he keeps moving closer, slowly.

"I came to tell you something." Steve says, slowly, his lips pressing together before he licks them.

"Tell me what?" Eddie's voice is small, his breathing is faster than he'd like it to be, heart thundering agaisnt his ribs.

"I do." Is all Steve says. Unhelpful.

"You... do. You do what?" Eddie asks, his voice higher than it should be, Steve is still moving, closer and closer, step by step.

"Last night. You said, no one's ever wanted you." Steve speaks slowly, his eyes glued to Eddie's face.

"Okaaaay..." Eddie so lost, his brain isn't working right, he's missing something, he knows he is. He can feel it, see it in the way Steve is looking at him expectantly.

"Well. You were wrong. Cuz I do. I want you." Steve clarifies, finally, blinking at Eddie as he takes a step, placing him one step away from Eddie.

"You want- no you don't. You were drunk. Very drunk. And you just- you're very clingy when you're drunk. It's not-" Eddie's mouth runs wild, tossing out excuses because this can't be real. Steve can't be saying what he's saying. But Steve is also smiling.

"I was drunk. Yes. But I remember you saying that. I remember how sad you looked during that fucking game. I remember saying some things to you I probably shouldn't have, not without you telling me first. I am sorry about that, actually." He tilts his head forward, Eddie swallows, nods, bites his lip, his throat is burning again.

"But I also remember kissing you. I remember how hot your neck was against my lips. And I remember all the things I've been thinking about you, for months, while completely sober." He smiles, reaches out, his fingers ghosting over Eddie's wrist where its settled against his stomach.

"I've been thinking about kissing you for ages. I just- drunk me has less... self preservation." Steve smiles, it's crooked, like he's tucking his cheek in so he doesn't laugh. Eddie thinks it maybe matches his crooked smile now.

"Drunk you thinks you're a slut." Eddie huffs a laugh, Steve barks one, nods, takes that last step.

"Yeah. I kinda used to be." He shrugs, both hands reaching out to Eddie now, resting on his elbows.

"Well I'm not." Eddie says, a little more harsh than he meant to, but it doesn't deter Steve, just makes him smile again.

"I know. Kissing under a jungle gym definitely doesn't give you slut status." Steve teases. Eddie blushes, looks away, his eyes drop to the floor.

"I don't understand." Eddie sighs, brow furrowed.

"Don't understand what? Why I want you if you've never done anything?" Steve asks, blunt now too. And Eddie kind of loves it, the way he can just say it. Eddie nods.

"Why would you want someone like me? No one else does. And now I've got this. These." He points to the jagged scar on his cheek, motions over the rest of himself, to his other hidden scars. Steve moves then, fast, tugs Eddie's arms away from himself and grabs his hips, presses into Eddie's space.

"It doesn't have anything to do with that. I don't care that you have no experience. That's not... that not why I date people. Besides, it might nice. Ya know, I've never been with a guy before, we could figure it out together." There's a question in Steve's eyes, like he's asking. Eddie bites his lip, tugs it between his teeth and then lets his hands move. Rests them on Steve's shoulders, he nods,

"That could be nice." He echoes. Steve nods, presses a little closer, his thighs bumping Eddie's.

"I think so. And the scars, we kinda match. Like little fucked up puzzle peices." Steve whispers. Eddie laughs then, big, and bright. Steve pulls him closer, wraps his arms around him and hugs him, tucks his face into Eddie's neck. Eddie grabs at his shoulders, holds him tightly, his body shaking at all the contact.

"You're trembling." Steve breathes into his neck. Eddie nods quickly, feeling frantic now. Steve moves to look at him.

"That's only gonna get worse. The more you touch me." Eddie admits, feels his whole body flush, Steve bites his lip, his fingers move over the heat along Eddie's neck as his eyes darken.

"What are you thinking about?" Eddie asks, his hands tugging on Steve's sweater, he knows his hands are sweating, is pretty sure Steve doesn't care.

"I'm thinking..." he trailes off, hooks one finger into the collar of Eddie shirt and tugs it down a bit.

"I wanna see how far this goes." He brushes his thumb over Eddie's neck again, it drags a whimper out his throat, Steve's dark eyes meet his, a smile curls his lips. But it's not a sweet Steve smile, there's a hunger there now that wasn't there before. Eddie gulps.

"I'm in trouble aren't I?" He asks, body shaking as Steve tugs their hips together again, leans closer and closer, his breath ghosting over Eddie's lips as he says,

"Oh you have no idea."

Eddie chuckles, laughs into his first real kiss, before Steve deepens it, genlty, dragging a moan out of him.

Later. When they're tangled together on Eddie's bed, clothes rumpled and shoved at odd angles, Eddie's hair no longer pulled back, Steve holding him close as his breathing finally evens out, Steve tells him it was perfect. The perfect Eddie first kiss.

He tangles his hands in Eddie's hair, pulls him closer, and tells him he can't wait to see what other kinds of kisses Eddie might be hiding. Tells Eddie that any and every kiss he laughs into will be perfect. Because they're his. And now Eddie is too.

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metamorphesque · 1 year

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Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving.

For M, Mikko Harvey

#mikko harvey #poems #poetry #quotes #literature #love poems

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oldwinesoul · 4 months

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The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving.

Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

// Mikko Harvey

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ink-stained-clouds · 8 months

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Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving.

Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

- Mikko Harvey

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shalotttower · 2 months

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Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader Summary: You died and became a ghost. Now you can’t leave Chrollo, but at least there’s satisfaction in taunting him. Notes: yandere!Chrollo, ghost!Reader, past nonconsensual relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

"Do you ever wonder what it's like," you ask, watching Chrollo flip the pages of his book, "to be dead?"

He doesn't reply.

Of course he doesn't, it's simply not possible. Most conversations you have now are one-sided, monologues with occasional questions sprinkled in between which always stay unanswered. Because he can't hear you. Or see you. Or touch you, unless he accidentally walks through you, and it's probably the only time when Chrollo feels something.

Maybe that's why you keep doing it, walking right through him. Just to make his skin crawl like he once made yours.

But Chrollo only closes the window and gets a warm cardigan. Cold drafts are coming in more often these days, since fall is nearing its end.

It annoys you how meticulous he is.

You float above the tub while he brushes his teeth, staring at the faint cracks in the ceiling that weren't present three weeks ago.

"It's chilly here," your fingers sink deep into your thigh, like through butter, and yet it sends no signals down the nervous system to let your brain know. Strange, this body you have now ─ translucent like a jellyfish.

Chrollo rinses his mouth, you push the towel off the hook.

"I could use a cardigan too."

He doesn't get scared. Doesn't get uncomfortable, doesn't...anything, really. All Chrollo does is fix the towel and turn the bathroom lights off.

Fallen things get picked, switched objects ─ put back to their respective places, and doors locked shut. He goes about his day, sometimes drawing two mugs instead of one from the cupboard.

You could leave.

You sit on the balcony railing where Chrollo drinks his tea, and swing your legs in the air. Below your feet, cars move on the pavement like toys lined up in neat rows. People cross busy intersections, and the wind doesn't rustle your hair anymore.

Could. Could leave.

If only you knew how to do that. If only Chrollo wasn't attached to you, like a string tied to your wrist ─ invisible, but still so thick that it tugs you back whenever you try going further than a few blocks away.

You don't know why it's like this, but suspect it might have something to do with unfinished business.

Stuck here, you watch him read and brush his teeth, drink fancy tea and shake the snow globe he stole two weeks ago; the dancing fairy inside looks a tad much like you and you're debating whether pushing it off the shelf would be childish or not.

Sometimes it's frustrating being around him.

But sometimes, sometimes a door creaks and Chrollo stops in the middle of the opulently decorated space. The wallpaper has little fleur de lis printed on it, and heavy red curtains frame large windows.

This is when you go so, so still and stare.

"Dear?" he asks quietly.

There's nothing behind the door.

Just an empty hallway bathed in dim lighting.

You never reply. Because this is why you keep hanging nearby, even when there're many empty rooms in the penthouse, barely there, barely lingering ─ for the greatest and most profound pleasure of making him believe, just once, that perhaps, there's something else besides himself in this furnished apartment.

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jayvespertine · 1 year

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“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”

#dark academia #literature #quotes #poetry #light academia #poem #romantic academia #romance #love quotes

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clu-ven · 1 year

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The Bad Batch accidentally walk in on you changing HCs

1.2k words ! slightly suggestive !

As the Marauder speeds towards the batch's next mission, you take a few seconds to slip into your room and change. You're too busy reciting the plan over and over to yourself to realise you forgot to lock the door, quickly discarding your clothes and ruffling through what little clothing options you have. It’s only when you hear the whooshing sound of the door opening do you realise your mistake…

HUNTER

The second Hunter enters the room, your scent fills him. And the sight of you that goes with this almost overwhelms him completely.

When he registers what’s going on, Hunter averts his gaze from you and begins mumbling an apology as he backtracks out of the room.

This isn’t a predicament Hunter wants to be in nor does he want to just linger there, hating the idea of making you feel uncomfortable. Just as quick as he enters, Hunter leaves again. He doesn’t even give you time to say anything, disappearing out of the room as swiftly as he can.

…Though even after exiting the room, Hunter finds it extremely difficult to get the scent of you out of his system.

Hunter keeps a subtle eye on the entrance to your room while you change, getting ready to stop anyone else from entering. He’s very protective of you and the thoughts of someone else seeing you in such a compromising position makes his skin crawl.

When you are fully dressed and leave the room, Hunter keeps his distance for the rest of the mission, avoiding eye contact with you and stumbling over his words whenever you join a conversation.

Hunter knows the awkwardness will pass but he’s not sure if he can ever get the beautiful sight of you in your underwear out of his head.

TECH

“Oh,” Tech’s grip on his datapad tightens, the sound of his voice making you freeze in place “it appears I’ve picked the worst possible time to enter”.

Tech doesn’t just stand there gawking at you or stumble over his words. Instead he turns around so his back is facing you and begins telling you why he came in, letting you know about a slight adjustment being made to the plan.

That way he can catch you up to date on the mission while also giving you the privacy to get dressed - and it’s time efficient!

Afterwards, he just leaves as if this is nothing out of the ordinary. He pretends like it never happened but not intentionally ?

Tech simply accepts it was misfortunate timing and lets the moment pass by, not wanting to make it a big deal and possibly make you feel even more awkward.

He has no problem moving on almost immediately and acting as if it never even happened. But if you want to talk about it, Tech can do that too, though he will be a little bit surprised that this is something you want to discuss.

Basically, the last thing Tech wants to do is maximise any lingering awkwardness and so he won’t ever mention this again unless you bring it up first.

WRECKER

Wrecker has the loudest reaction out of the batch, quickly pulling his eyes away from you and opting to stare at the floor, all while loudly exclaiming “Ah!”, “What in the-”, “Oh my..uh…”.

He’s panicking, a flurry of emotions and worries flying around his head. Do you think he’s done this on purpose? Why didn’t you lock the damn door?! Is he getting too…um… excited about this sudden predicament? And do you notice that?

If there are any loose clothes near him, there’s a good chance Wrecker will impulsively pick them up and throw them in your direction. “Here!” he flings a pair of pants in your general direction, landing on top of your head and further bewildering you.

“Take these too -oh, and this!” you manage to take the pants off your head just in time to see a blanket and pair of blacks being thrown your way.

If there’s any laundry within a five feet radius of Wrecker, he will be throwing it towards you. He means well, doing it with the good intentions of wanting to get you dressed and hopefully ending this whole situation.

When Wrecker leaves, he hurls even more clothes at you, using the bombardment of laundry as cover while he bolts out of the room.

He might be a bit avoidant for the rest of the rotation but as soon as you start up a conversation with him, any awkwardness melts away and he’s fine again.

ECHO

Echo rarely freezes but seeing you so exposed? Yeah, he thinks he may have short-circuited. His jaw drops open at the sight in front of him and for a few seconds, he has no idea what to do, his mind going blank.

But he’s quick to snap into action once the initial shock passes. Echo tries to cover his eyes but he uses his socket arm which admittedly doesn’t do a great job at blocking out his vision.

Cursing himself, he hurriedly switches and uses his other hand which does a much better job. At least now Echo is too embarrassed by his own actions to realise you’re also a flustered mess.

He apologises for barging in and you notice the slight change in his tone. He reverts back into his standard ARC Trooper formal tone, a slight strain in his words as he explains why he’s here.

Echo hopes that if he pretends he’s in a briefing and simply relays the plan to you just like any other time then hopefully his voice won’t shake and he won’t stumble over his words.

He leaves immediately after finishing his last sentence. He's in such a hurry to leave, he almost walking into the door, earning another muttered curse from him. Afterwards, Echo apologises at least 5 more times as well as giving you numerous apologetic glances throughout the mission.

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair doesn’t get flustered. Did this surprise him? Sure but he’s quick to recover, his eyes momentarily going wide before a smirk graces his lips.

He knows you’re not one to usually get very flustered so it’s kinda funny to see you hurriedly trying to put a pair of pants on, nearly falling over in the process.

Crosshair leans against the wall, arms crossed as you fumble with your clothes. If you’re a complete mess and flustered beyond belief, he might ask if you need some help just to see your reaction but if he’s in a merciful mood then he’ll bite his tongue.

Crosshair doesn't turn away from you completely, instead opting to move his head to the side, giving you some privacy while still keeping you in his peripheral vision. He tells you about the change in plan, his voice completely calm.

Before leaving, Crosshair looks back over his shoulder at you, complimenting the colour of your underwear before disappearing out of the room.

Next time you see him, Crosshair will give you a knowing look, toothpick rolling across his smug smile as he makes a vague comment about what happened.

It’ll leave the others with confused expressions, having no idea what Crosshair is referring to and it’ll most definitely leave you blushing.

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ilyiwantusbothtoeatwell · 7 months

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i will linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. i will forget my scarf in your life & come back later for it btw. if you even care

#mikko harvey #for m #poetry #tpba..

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kqulitz · 1 year

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can u do a tom x reader where they’re meeting fans, signing autographs etc? she has a male fanbase and they both aren’t really a fan of it. one of them starts getting handsy, flirty and it’s obv that she’s uncomfortable. she kindly tells him to back off and he starts telling her crude things and tom just loses his shit, taking her outside to kind of comfort her? thank you!!💕💕

hands on

tom kaulitz x reader

summary: tom gets a bit annoyed when one of your fans attempts to make moves on you.

tags: established relationship, jealous! tom, protective! tom, creepy guys, fluff :)

lowercase intended

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you smile politely at the fan before you. the line was almost done and he was busy blabbering on about how he owned all of your cd’s. “thank you, that means a lot to me.” you cut in, hoping to stop the conversation there. “it’s no big deal. hopefully i’ll see you at your next concert!” the guy finally takes his leave and the next in line shuffles up. you notice tom lingering in the corner of your eye, he must be waiting for you. you smile, signing whatever merch the fans were thrusting towards you, taking pictures, signing pictures. you found it exhausting, especially since your fan base was primarily men. it made tom uncomfortable as he was quite a possessive lover, and honestly there were a lot of experiences that made you uncomfortable too.

the last man of the night walks towards you, confidence in his walk. “hey, sorry for the wait, how are you?” you ask, yet he doesn’t offer you any merch to sign. “i’m all good, how about you?” he asks smoothly, glancing around a little as if he was making idle conversation at a party instead of meeting a potential idol. “i’m okay, just a little tired.” you chuckle. he looks at you, eyes dragging over your outfit, lingering down near your legs. you do your best to keep composure, but this guy was really freaking you out. “uh- do you have anything for me to sign..?” you ask anxiously, gesturing a little with your hands. “hm? oh, yeah. sorry, you’re just too dreamy, i must of gotten lost.” he grins. you almost gag. “thank you.” you respond, realising that the guy was pulling out a notebook. “i wouldn’t mind your number.” he winks. “i cant give my number out to fans-“

the man cuts you off. “i’m not just a fan.” he glares at you. “i’m your biggest super fan. i run your fan-club, i have every single cd that even features you- i even have one of your old broken guitars that you threw out back in hamburg.” he steps closer, you step back. tom tenses in the corner of your eye, you want to tell him that it’s okay and that this ‘super fan’ will be gone soon but you don’t want anyone to freak out. “i love you, y/n. only i truly know you.” the stranger leans in. he stinks of cigarettes, you almost retch. “please back away- i don’t want to have to call security.” you raise a hand, trying to gesture for him to step back. “do you love me too?” he asks, voice low and sultry. you want to cry. “hey, back off man!” tom’s hand grabs the guy’s jacket, pulling the stranger away from you.

security step in at tom’s command, pulling the guy away. you sigh softly, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand a little to soothe yourself. “thank you.” you mutter, resting your head upon his shoulder. “don’t thank me, baby.” tom mutters, hugging you. “let’s step outside, yeah? you look exhausted.” he mumbles, pulling you along gently. you give the rest of the band a wave in passing, watching them smile and wave back makes you feel a lot better. tom opens the door for you, and you step outside onto the steps. the fire exit door clicks shut behind the two of you and tom pulls you into a hug. he exhales rather shakily, so you hug him back tightly. “it’s alright, he’s gone.” you say to him, knowing he’s probably pissed. “i should be telling you that.” tom mumbles, you can only laugh. “i think we both need to hear it right now.” you mumble, resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you sway with him.

tom soothes, and so do your own nerves. “thanks again, tommy. that guy was… really freaky.” you laugh a little, pulling away. tom’s eyes look at you with pure adoration. “it’s no problem, babe. ich liebe dich.” (i love you) he mutters, kissing you gently. “ich liebe dich auch.” (i love you too) you reply between his soft kisses, it makes tom smile against your lips. you let your arm wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss, other hand rubbing his arm gently. tom hums lowly, breaking away and kissing your nose. “you ready to get out of here?” he asks softly, forehead resting to yours. “yeah. let’s go get the others.” you reply, a smile on your face.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #// 🦇 kqulitz’s writing

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