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[sur-i-ki]

Darling, You’re glowing (1)

There are no words to describe how much you adore Naruto.

Ever since you and him met each other when you were children, you have always loved him with your entire heart. You made sure that he had someone to come home to. You made sure he had balanced meals and helped him with whatever Academy stuff you could as a civilian.

But you both were hiding secrets that you didn’t even know about. How he was a weapon for the village, a power chip in the grand scheme of shinobi politics. How, with a flick of his fingers, entire landscapes would change to follow his command.

And you? You also had a power lying dormant in you. A last, desperate ditch for the village. A sacrifice that would buy them time to run, to protect their weapon. It was woven into your very being, cells riddled with seals.

As Naruto had left the village to train, Tsunade calls you over. As a lowly civilian, this would’ve shocked you, but by being so close with Naruto, his connections in the shinobi world were yours as well.

“You called for me, Hokage-sama?”

Tsunade turns towards you, her hand just barely crushing a file as she moves to sit down at her desk.

“It seems like my sensei has hidden a far bigger secret in this village.”

You stood there, baffled and confused. Yes, you knew about Naruto. When you both had learned about his secret, he was devastated, and you were there to console him. Told him that you would never see him as a monster, and he is Naruto, not the demon fox spirit sealed inside. You didn’t care, because you would love him regardless.

“It seems that you are a fail safe. A last resort of defence for the jinchuriki of the village.”

As Tsunade went on explain how you were a dormant ninja, with powers rivaling the Shodiame Hokage, there was a high pitched ringing in your ears. Seals. Thousands of them. The thrum of them loud now that you were aware. All throughout you. In you.

Nonononononononononono…

Did you love Naruto? Or was it controlled by the seals inside of you? Was the love you felt for him real? Are your own thoughts real?

Did you belong to yourself?

“It also appears,” Tsunade continues, “That the power will kill you due to the strain it will put on your body, as it is not developed.” She sighs, “Therefore, up on the activation of the power, you would die by the time the danger is over.”

why

Your mind was silent. Or too loud, you couldn’t tell. You stared up to the Hokage. Tsunade’s eyes are filled with anger, rage and sadness.

“I was hoping that we would be able to train you, help you harness the power, but according to the notes written here, that will result in immediate death, as a attack if anyone was trying to control you.” Her eyes flash. “It is more likely that we may heal you, but we won’t know what side effects will occur.”

whywhywhywhy

Your heart had already shattered to a million pieces, but it seems like your life wanted to follow. But, you have to push it all aside. You have a duty to Naruto.

You will love him, no matter if it was written into you, or by your own violation. You will always love and protect Naruto. You couldn’t care less about yourself.

“… what would you like me to do, Hokage-sama?”

Because even if you were a civilian, even if you would die, the only thought that echoed in the remnants of your heart was that at least you could finally do something for Naruto.

Tsunade eyes harden, and you know your talking to a military leader of deadly humans, and not a leader of the village anymore.

“Since the anchor of the seal, my sensei has died, we are gonna to have to seal you. It will be like jail, constantly monitored with reapplications of seals by Kakashi until Jiraya returns.”

The dread, the hopelessness, and the anguish that fell upon you brought you to your knees, although you didn’t let a single tear fall.

“I understand, Hokage-sama.”

With a wave of her hand, Kakashi shunshins into the office. With his one eye, he looks at you with sorrow. You are close with Team 7, by always wanting to tag along with Naruto. You might as well be apart of the team.

And as you are led to the gutters of the village, as you are stripped into nothing but your undergarments, as the shackles clamps around your hand and feet, bringing you to your knees, you can only think of him.

Naruto

His name is a tattoo your heart beats into your chest, his face the only thing you can see in your mind. The first tear trickles down your face. Kakashi looks down at you with sorrow, even as his steady hands start the application of the seal around the ground you kneel on.

“Kakashi-sensei?”

He looks down at the ground. You continue.

“I am never going to leave until I have to die, am I?”

You voice cracks on the final words, and Kakashi flinches as if it were a whip. You were barely thirteen.

As the first cold stroke of the ink settles on your lower back, your final wish for Naruto to be able to move on echoes in your mind.

Then, Kakashi’s chakra wraps around you, and all you know is pain.

Part 2

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

#naruto #naruto x reader #drabbles #angst #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto x you #multipart #suriki writes #guess who is back with angst #naruto shippuden #art #credit to artist #message me if you want to be tagged in part 2 #I love him #I love them #i love naruto

[homeless202]

Cover Progression during the Stealing arc

#instead of standing against each other (provocative) in unequal footing (one taller/older than the other) #they end up standing next to each other (camaraderie) on equal footing (both same age/height) #<- unequal enemies to equal allies (so to speak...only judging by their positioning. not expressions etc) #in the last pic. altho they're standing beside each other. they're still looking away from one another #<- they're close yet distant. proximity with distance. or distance with proximity #no home #no home manhwa #집이 없어 #webtoon #stealing arc #details #eunyung baek #haejoon goh #ey hj parallels #multipart #meta

[chucktaylorupset]

to be a helpless giant fucking pedant, "so imagine that ur fucking the cow from a gary larson comic" isnt the set up. you dont find out youre fucking the cow from the gary larson comic until the end, making it part of the punchline. fucking the cow from the gary larson comic is the premise of the joke. its part of the setting as opposed to being part of the prologue, if you will

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[skittlesfics]

name: finding heaven - part one pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader word count: 3911 summary: You and your best friend Eddie attend a Valentine's party at Steve's and get roped into a game of 7 minutes in heaven content/warnings: mutual pining, kissing games, grinding, buildup but no real smut, alcohol usage, drug mentions author's note: I have been trying to write this fic since I first got into the fandom smh. Next part will be smut. and feelings. but mostly smut. - “No, Eddie.” You whispered harshly, grabbing the taller boy’s arm and dragging him back into the safety of the trees.

“What?” He spun around, flashing you a reassuring smile that only reinforced how terrible of an idea this was. “We…” He tapped his back pockets and then dug around in his jacket pocket until he found a faded, crumpled pink slip of paper. “Were invited, in case you forgot. And if I remember correctly, this was your idea.”

“Yeah, and it was a bad one.” You hissed, snatching the invitation from him.

-

Steve had insisted that the two of you join his group of friends for a Valentine’s party. Probably as a way to score some cheap weed, but Eddie had charged him full price anyway. Eddie had crumpled up the invitation and tossed it towards the garbage can the moment Steve was out the front door, but you jumped to catch it, smacking it down to the floor between the two of you.

“What, you can’t tell me you want to go to that? A valentine’s party? You don’t even have a boyfriend.” He had joked as you scrambled to pick it up before he could stomp on it.

“It could be fun, Eds! When’s the last time you got invited to a party?”

It took him all of three seconds to fold, glancing between your pouty lips and the paper in your hands.

“Fine, fine, just stop with the puppy eyes. You’ll kill a man.”

-

“And that’s where you’re losing me. It’s just a little party. You really want to be the one to disappoint the Hair when he’s finally on the ups again?” Eddie tilted his head forward, doing his best impression of Steve’s lopsided pout.

You kept your composure for only a brief moment, folding when he let his bottom lip wobble a bit.

“Okay, fuck, okay! Just stop making that face, Munson.” You shoved both hands into his face and he jumped back, dodging away from you. He made the look again, only more exaggerated, and lunged towards you when you threw a playful punch. He used his momentum to swing you around in a circle, dropping you squarely in the middle of the path that led out of the woods, and towards Steve’s house.

You huffed, straightening your clothes.

“Alright, just a little party.” You said quietly, more to yourself than your best friend.

“That’s my girl.” Eddie patted you on your back, and strode forward, forcing you to hurry to catch up to him. He entered the house without hesitation, throwing the door open hard enough that it rebounded on the coat stand. You scrambled to stop both, righting the stand with one hand while carefully closing the door with the other.

“Munson, you made it!” Steve called from the living room. He jumped up from where he was sitting and hurried over to clap Eddie on the back enthusiastically. That was new. You shared a raised-eyebrow look with Robin and walked around the boys to greet her with a hug.

There were sounds of partying deeper in the house: loud music, shrill laughter, the distant chants of ‘chug, chug, chug!’, but the family’s nice sitting room held only Robin. This, and Steve's exuberant greeting to Eddie had you on edge immediately.

“He’s way too excited, Robin, tell me whatever’s got him this excited isn’t going to get me in trouble.” You whispered, your eyes scanning the room over her shoulder for any sign of what Steve could have planned. There was nothing out of the ordinary, save for a pillow case thrown haphazardly over the arm of a couch, but Steve's inability to keep up with his laundry did nothing to answer your question.

“Sorry, babe, this one’s above my paygrade.” Robin whispered back before she pulled away, turning you quickly to face Steve and Eddie as they entered the room. You first registered Eddie’s almost blinding grin, a clear sign that his greeting had been more informative than your own. You had to force yourself to glance away from him, finding Steve’s expression a great deal more subdued, but no less hopeful.

“Okay, so hear me out.” Steve started, drawing an amused snort from Eddie at his side.

“No way, Harrington. No fucking way. I’m already here, isn’t that enough for you?” You pushed your way through the two boys before they could explain further, already sure that you had both seen and heard enough from Harrington. You turned left down the hall, following the sound of voices to the kitchen where a few of your former classmates were embroiled in a heated debate about what else to pour into the punch bowl.

You wrinkled your nose at the dark purply-brown they had achieved so far and decided to go another route. As much as you were sure coming here was a mistake, you wanted to remember this night - Or at least parts of it.

“Come on, we need you two to even out the single/relationship ratio or this is just going to be boring.” Steve pleaded, rushing to hand you a bottle opener as you picked up a beer. Eddie and Robin both trailed behind, looking incredibly amused and mildly annoyed, respectively.

You accepted the bottle opener, but turned your back on Steve as you popped your bottle open, flipping the cap onto the pile that had already started to grow on the counter. “No Steve.”

“Come on, we need you. I need you. Even Eddie agreed already!” Steve was full on whining now, undeterred by his new audience in the kitchen. You didn’t want to turn around. You knew that if you turned around, Steve would be making that stupid face and you would want to laugh because Eddie had just been making that face earlier.

“It’s true, I did agree.” Eddie called. His support was what did it. You sighed and turned around, taking a long sip of your beer in hopes that it might stifle your laughter.

They were both making the face. Steve was sincere, and you knew he had pulled that one as soon as he said “I need you”, the drama queen he was. Eddie, however, copied him the second your eyes were facing that direction, somehow exaggerating the look even more than he had earlier. It was a caricature, but it was spot on, and it took an amount of restraint you didn't know you possessed not to burst into laughter. Robin didn't bother, turning to walk out of the room as she cackled openly. 

"Fine, fine!" You answered, waving both of them away. "What am I even agreeing to?" 

Eddie laughed, swooping around Steve to wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

"You, my dear lady, have just agreed to play a riveting game of 7 minutes in heaven with yours truly." He announced, bringing his hand up to his mouth to mime making out as he made a dramatic kissing noise in your ear.

-

Half an hour and several beers later, you found yourself sitting in a circle with the other girls Steve had managed to rope into this stupid game as the guys placed their items in the pillowcase. A few of them were former classmates of yours, but there were none that you could confidently call friends. Robin had all but disappeared the moment Steve announced the game was starting, and you could have sworn you saw Nancy Wheeler somewhere, but she, too, had made herself scarce.

That left you as the lone participant who clearly didn’t want to be here. You held a cup of the questionable punch in your hands, the taste of alcohol now fully disguised by an unhealthy amount of tang powder and tried your best not to look too miserable.

Around you, there was a steady stream of gossip around who wanted to get who and how far two people could actually go in a closet in only seven minutes.

“I mean Steve’s got a reputation for a reason, he’s obviously the best choice.” The girl next to you chimed in. You couldn’t remember her name, but you knew she had been a cheerleader before graduating last year.

“I don’t know, what about Munson?” Your eyes shot to the girl who had spoken. Dana, from your senior Algebra class was twirling a dark lock of hair around her index finger.

“The freak?” Another girl asked. You grit your teeth, grip tightening instinctively around your cup.

“I mean, don’t you want to know what the deal is?” Dana answered. “You’d know right, you two spend all your time together. Worth it?” It took a moment for you to realize the question was directed at you. A million replies flooded your thoughts all at once and you downed your drink to avoid having to answer immediately. First of all, how dare she. Secondly, she’s not even Eddie’s type. Third, you two were just friends and… You were saved having to decide how to respond by a loud clap from Steve.

“Alright, let’s get started!” He called, far too excited for a game that the entire group should’ve stopped playing at least four years ago. He walked over and dropped an empty bottle into the middle of the circle.

“We can’t play spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven, Steve.” You grumbled, stretching your leg to steady the bottle with your foot. Steve gave you a withering glance and presented you with the full pillowcase.

“I was going to use that to decide the order, but since you’ve so graciously agreed to go first, I guess we won’t need it after all.”

You started to protest, but stopped yourself. This was your best chance at not getting someone you hated. Better than that, it was your best chance at making sure that Dana over there didn’t get Eddie.

You huffed and plunged your arm into the pillowcase, doing your best not to specifically look for Eddie’s item. You felt a set of keys, a small rectangle of leather, another set of keys… real creative group. Your eyes scanned the group of guys as you felt around, mentally calculating the likelihood of getting someone you would actually enjoy being around. Any of the current basketball players would be a nightmare, the former basketball players would be even worse, Steve was currently right at the top of your shitlist, and you weren’t even entirely sure Keith had actually been invited. The best and only real option was Eddie.

Eddie was safe. He was your best friend, so he wouldn’t have any weird expectations of you, and he certainly wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want to. Not that you wouldn’t want to do something. You had been staring at those pouty pink lips for years now, you wouldn’t mind at least a little peck.

You started to close your fingers around something smooth and round, but stopped when your fingers grazed cold metal beneath it. A quick glance where Eddie was standing with his arms crossed over his chest confirmed your suspicion.

Your finger slipped easily into the familiar ring and you pulled your hand out to display your new jewelry to the room. It was Eddie’s wild hog ring. A thrift store find, but one of your favorites because it was unique.

“Well, would you look at that?” You joked, grinning triumphantly. Eddie glanced from your finger to your face and flashed you his easy grin. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but your heart was suddenly racing.

“Oh, come on. That’s a total cop out!” Steve protested, lowering the bag from you. A murmur of agreement from behind you had you shaking your head. Maybe it was, but you’d rather go for a cop out than let Dana get to Eddie.

“I don’t make the rules, Harrington. I agreed to play, not put on a circus act.”

Steve huffed and gestured for you and Eddie to follow him to the closet, muttering something about how he should’ve known you’d find a way to cheat. Eddie bumped your shoulder with his when you reached him, chucking under his breath at the other man’s annoyance.

The hallway closet was bigger than was probably reasonable for a linen closet and absolutely shoved full of seasonal blankets. You had only a brief moment to register this as Steve shoved you through the door, Eddie following shortly behind.

“Seven minutes, try to surprise me.” Steve quipped before slamming the door, plunging you into instant blackness.

You closed your eyes and took a slow breath, trying to get your bearings in the unfamiliar space. You hadn’t had time to see if there was anything to avoid on the floor, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when Eddie’s foot brushed against yours.

“Whoa! Easy, easy.” He said quietly, reaching in the direction of your yelp. His hands found your shoulders and you reached up to grab his arm to anchor yourself.

“Let’s sit, okay? Move slow.” He instructed. He helped you carefully lower yourself to the floor, plopping down ungracefully the moment you were secure.

“Told ya this was a bad idea, Eds.” You leaned towards him, bumping his shoulder with yours like he had done earlier. He laughed and bumped your back, but stayed close instead of pulling away.

“What, did you want to be in here with someone else?” Eddie teased, his voice deep and close to your ear, “Afraid the freak is gonna get you in the dark? I can bow out, find Jason for you…”

He started to stand and you grabbed his arm, yanking him back down next to you.

“Oh, fuck off, Munson. When have I ever called you a freak?” You didn’t let go of his arm and he didn’t pull it away, instead settling comfortably into his new position.

“Well, there was that one time…” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay, but you licked my face for no reason, and it was disgusting. That was deserved!” You protested, remembering as soon as he started talking. It was always like that, with Eddie. He would start a story or reference something that happened to both of you and you’d be laughing or telling your side of the story before he could even finish.

“What, you don’t like it when I lick you, princess? I’m wounded.” Eddie was joking, but there was something in the way he said princess that made your breath hitch in your throat. It was too much to hope that he wouldn’t notice.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, scooting you closer to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“What’s that about, princess?”

You were suddenly very grateful for the dark of the closet, knowing your face was burning bright fucking red by now. Eddie was warm, and close, and every breath of his that ghosted across your skin was at risk of driving you over the edge. Of what? You weren’t sure.

“Quit joking around, Eddie. You know I don’t want you to lick my face.” Your voice came out weaker than you hoped, less assured. Eddie laughed behind you.

“Foiled again. Other places are okay then?” He sounded so cocky, so self-assured. It was infuriating how little he had to do to throw you off balance. A friendly touch here, a “princess” there. He drove you wild.

“Yeah, Eds. Wherever you want.” You shot back.

You could hear the catch in his breath as your words sunk in. The two of you had always been flirty, but it was always you who lost the game of chicken. You weren’t losing today.

“Yeah?” He challenged, leaning to try and get a look in your face in the dark, “You mean it?”

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, aren’t we Munson? Show me heaven.” He laughed at your bad joke and shifted away from you, planting his back against one of the built-in shelves of blankets.

“Come here.” You couldn’t see him very well, but the sound of him smacking his thighs told you all you needed to know. You pushed yourself across the floor, Eddie reaching to pull you into his lap as soon as you were close enough for him to do so.

He pulled you back to lean against his chest, arms snaking around your waist. This close, you were sure he could tell your heart was pounding because you could feel his pulse against your back. 

"Heaven, huh?" He teased, his words muffled as he leaned into your throat. You didn't protest as he pressed a soft kiss there first, his breath ghosting across your skin as he hesitated for just a moment. You nodded your assent and he hummed, leaning in to lick a hot stripe up the column of your throat. 

You failed to stifle a whimper and Eddie groaned against your neck, his voice ragged and breathless already as he pressed slow kisses into your sensitive skin. 

"Shit, listen to you. Sound so fucking pretty already."

Already like he wasn't planning to stop there. Already like this was something you had done before. Already like he wanted to hear more.

"Tell me if I do something you don't want." And there was your Eddie. Always cautious, always careful with you. Always teetering on the knife's edge of best friends and something more. You decided it was time for something more.

"You gonna kiss me or not, Munson?" It came out whinier than you meant for it to, but it got the message across. Eddie helped you shift in his lap and you reached up to cup his face with one hand. You couldn't make out his expression in the dark, but you hoped he was as nervous as you. As excited. As terrified. 

You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his waiting lips. It was a fragile thing. A slight brush of your mouths as you tested the waters, the barest touch to see if it would make you feel the way you thought it would. Air fled your chest at the moment of contact, electricity crackling across your skin as you gasped at the contact. You pulled back to gauge his reaction and he followed you instantly, pulling you back in for something more substantive. 

You had imagined this moment so many times, but none of it measured up to the real thing. His lips were just as soft as you thought they'd be, but there was none of the doubt you would have expected. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you whole, working your lips open to get a taste of your tongue. 

He moaned into your mouth as his tongue slid across yours, his fingers digging in at your hips to keep himself from losing himself in you entirely. It was too late for that. You slid your hand from his cheek into his hair, pulling gently at the strands in the way he always pretended didn't make him hard when the two of you smoked together. He didn't hide his hiss of pleasure this time, his hips rolling involuntarily into you.

There was so much you both weren't saying, but there was so much you didn't need to say. Not when you had been skirting around this for years. Not when his mouth felt like heaven and his fingers were creeping up under your shirt. Not when he was pulling the softest whines from your lips that he stored away in his memory like little treasures. Not when you could feel his cock pressing against you from behind as he fought the urge to rut against you.

A shout from the other room reminded you that you were at a party. That you weren't alone. That you were on a timer and Steve would be coming at some point to shatter this delicate thing that you were just exploring. 

Eddie felt you tense and pulled away, either getting the same message or the wrong message and in the dark you couldn't see his face to tell which it was. 

"Eddie..."

"Let's get you straightened out, sweetheart, wouldn't want Harrington to think he's won, hmm?" Eddie joked, smoothing down the fabric of your shirt. Your lips parted to protest, but he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead and helped you shift off of his lap. 

"Okay, Eddie. Okay." You let him help you put your clothes back in order, wiping the shared spit from your lips and taking steadying breaths to get back to some semblance of normal. Knowing that things would never be quite normal again, and not wanting them to be. 

There was so much you wanted to say, suddenly, so much you regretted not saying, but Eddie was right. Your time was up and the door swung open, the light from the hall momentarily blinding as it illuminated Steve from behind. 

"Ugh, I knew it. Get out of here, you two are wasting valuable closet real estate." 

"Maybe we're just waiting for your bedroom to open up, Stevie boy." Eddie quipped, jumping up easily from his spot on the floor. He offered you a hand and pulled you up, tossing his arm across your shoulders like nothing had happened. You marveled at how easy it was for him. How natural.

"Yeah, yeah, Munson, get a move on." Steve thumped the other man on the back as he walked past, rolling his eyes at his assumed lack of action between the two of you. Part of you wanted him to notice. Wanted someone else to acknowledge the shift in dynamic between you and your best friend, if only so it would feel real. If only so the only evidence of the encounter in the closet wasn't the drying spit under the collar of your shirt or the dampness between your thighs.

The next up for your closet was one of the basketball players and the girl who had called Eddie a freak and you were all too happy to get away from them. 

Eddie steered you past the room you started playing in, pulling you into the kitchen where he popped open two beers on the edge of the counter. You knew if Steve were there, he'd protest, but he wasn't and so you didn't say anything, just smiled when Eddie passed you a drink and smiled harder when he draped his free hand over your shoulder again. 

The silence settled in between the two of you heavily, and you took a sip of your beer as if it would soothe the burning inside of you. There was something like yearning and something like hunger that had you ablaze, the casual hand on your shoulder searing your skin and Eddie was just humming softly to himself like he didn't have a care in the world. 

You tried to pretend like you weren't watching, waiting, but your whole body was taut as a bowstring, craving his touch and afraid to ask for more. You couldn't talk about it here, not with half the party still in and out of the kitchen to grab drinks. Not when there was still even a small chance that it was all just the game. Not when Dana, who had appeared at the doorframe, had a chance of seeing you strike out with your own best friend. Fuck that.

"Hey, Eds?" You said, kicking his scuffed reebok with your equally busted converse.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go find Steve's room."

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Imagine #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #x Reader #Stranger Things x Reader #Stranger Things Imagine #3500 - 4000 #Multipart

[scriveyner]

southern air 1/4

southern air | 1/4 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 | sskk² | rated M | ~3.1k

Atsushi looked up when Akutagawa finally returned, carrying Acchan against his chest. Ryuu-chan was sitting next to Atsushi, a tablet on his lap and reading with great concentration. “How’s he doing?” Atsushi asked as Akutagawa stopped beside the couch.

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They’d at least made it back to the hotel lobby, but Acchan had been green around the gills since they got off the plane. The rather hectic taxi ride hadn’t helped any—Atsushi was pretty sure they went airborne at one point—and as soon as they’d walked through the lobby doors Acchan bolted for the washroom.

“Some water and some rest and he’ll be fine,” Akutagawa said, rubbing his back. Acchan kept his face tucked against Akutagawa’s shoulder and refused to lift it. “And maybe no more gorging on sweets before long trips.”

“I told him not to eat the entire cake,” Ryuu-chan muttered, and Atsushi raised an eyebrow, exchanging a look with Akutagawa.

“What entire cake?” Atsushi asked.

Ryuu-chan finally tore his eyes from the screen and looked up, squinting across the lobby as if just now returning to reality. “I wasn’t supposed to mention that.”

Atsushi hung his head and sighed as Ryuu-chan slithered off the seat, holding his tablet to his chest. “I got us checked in,” Atsushi said to Akutagawa, and Akutagawa nodded. He looked a little pale as well, Atsushi noted; whenever the kids got ill, it took a toll on him. “We can get settled in and maybe Ryuu-chan and I can do a little exploring.”

At that Acchan shifted in Akutagawa’s arms, not quite raising his head. “I wanna explore,” he mumbled.

“You will rest,” Akutagawa said sternly. “And drink your fluids, and maybe you will get to explore a little tonight.”

Acchan made a pouty noise against Akutagawa’s shoulder, and Atsushi smiled sympathetically. He stood and cracked his neck, and then gently poked Acchan in the back. “There will be plenty of time to explore, Acchan. We’re here for a whole week.”

“’Kay.”

That issue settled, Atsushi picked up his bag and the backpack Acchan had been wearing when they arrived. The remainder of their luggage had already been delivered to the room at the remarkably nice, completely out-of-their-budget resort. While waiting in the lobby Atsushi had texted Chuuya because there was no way this was the correct place and had gotten an incomprehensible string of emojis in response that only told him Dazai had absconded with Chuuya’s phone again.

This is what he got for allowing Chuuya to book their reservations. Akutagawa kept a carefully neutral expression as he walked just beside Atsushi, Ryuu-chan walking between them and carrying Acchan’s backpack dutifully. “Who let you have an entire cake?” Atsushi asked half-rhetorically because the kids had spent their entire Thursday hanging around the Agency office while Atsushi and Akutagawa ran various errands to prepare for their trip.

“Ranpo-niisan,” Ryuu-chan said. “It was a big cake.”

Akutagawa rumbled something darkly that might have been a threat if there were actual words involved; Atsushi could only hope the transgression would be forgotten by the time they returned from the week-long vacation. “At least it wasn’t Dazai-san this time,” he added, and Akutagawa rumbled again.

The room, much like the rest of the resort, was far nicer than Atsushi anticipated. The only thing that immediately saved the beds from being jumped on was the fact that Acchan was too worn out to race across the room like a demon. Akutagawa deposited him gently on one of the beds while Ryuu-chan ran to the sliding door, pressing his hands and face against it and goggling at the expanse of ocean that could be seen through the balcony railing.

“It’s so blue,” he said, the words muffled because he didn’t bother to turn his face away from the glass. “There’s so much! Niisan, come look!”

Acchan started to climb down from the bed and Atsushi caught him, but instead of returning him to his spot he swung Acchan onto his shoulders and opened the balcony door for them both. “Whoa,” Acchan said, holding tight onto Atsushi’s hair. Ryuu-chan stood on his tiptoes so he could see over the balcony railing as well.

“Looks a lot different than home, huh?” Atsushi said. He inhaled deeply; it smelled different, too. “Your father and I came here when you two were still babies,” he said, smiling fondly at the memory.

“I don’t remember,” Acchan said, a frown in his voice.

“We didn’t come along, baka niisan,” Ryuu-chan said knowledgeably. “We stayed home.” He looked up at Atsushi for confirmation. “There are pictures from when we stayed with Gin-neechan and Higuchi-neechan.”

There were, indeed, pictures from that time. An utter avalanche of photographs that rivaled only the volume of baby clothes they had been returned with. “Your aunties are very enthusiastic,” he said diplomatically, and Ryuu-chan wrinkled his nose in agreement.

Acchan suddenly tugged on Atsushi’s hair sharply. “Ow, Acchan, stop that,” Atsushi said, but he tugged again.

“Dad, I don’t feel so good,” he said urgently, a wobble in his voice.

Atsushi somehow got him into the bathroom in time.

=====

Ryuu-chan walked solemnly next to Atsushi, holding his ice cream tightly and looking around so much it was melting all over his hands. Atsushi had already finished off his own cone and caught Ryuu-chan by the back of the green hooded dinosaur shirt because his head had swiveled to stare at something brightly colored in the distance and he almost missed a step.

“Pay attention to where you’re walking,” Atsushi scolded gently, and Ryuu-chan stood at the top of the concrete stairs and looked down at the melting ice cream in his hands, frowning. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Ryuu-chan said, and Atsushi crouched beside him, bringing himself to eye level.

“Acchan will be okay,” he said, correctly identifying Ryuu-chan’s distress. “He’s just barfy like that time he ate all those leftovers that really should have been thrown away.” Which, Atsushi had meant to do, really he had; so he had no one to blame but himself when he was cleaning projectile vomit from the bathroom ceiling. “Tomorrow you two will be running up and down the beach and building sandcastles and burying your father in the sand—because he will fall asleep under the umbrella, and I totally give you permission to bury him when he does.”

Ryuu-chan grinned at that. “Really? Won’t he be mad?”

“Absolutely he will be. Let me worry about that.” Atsushi wiped Ryuu-chan’s sticky mouth with the bottom of his shirt. “If you’re done with your ice cream, we can go check out the pool. I think I saw that it had some slides.”

Ryuu-chan’s eyes got very big, and he surrendered his cone immediately. “Slides?” Atsushi swung him up onto his shoulders with one hand, disposing of the remainder of Ryuu-chan’s ice cream in two bites. “But why are there swimming pools when the ocean is right there?” Ryuu-chan asked, both his arms now resting atop Atsushi’s head.

“Can’t swim in the ocean year-round, I guess,” Atsushi said. “What are the rules, Ryuu-chan?”

“No abilities unless I or anyone else is in danger,” Ryuu-chan recited, and Atsushi jogged him on his shoulders. “Stay within reasonable eyesight, uh…” he trailed off, and Atsushi laughed because Ryuu-chan had seen the arrangement of colorful waterslides for children leading into an extraordinarily large pool packed with tourists.

“Have fun?” Atsushi suggested gently, and Ryuu-chan scrambled a little, trying to climb down from Atsushi’s shoulders without assistance.

“Have fun!” Ryuu-chan repeated enthusiastically, and Atsushi watched him run off toward one of the lines that led to a child-sized waterslide. It was always amazing to see how well either of the boys blended into groups of children their own age, and the fact that they got along well when they did so (with only the occasional reminders to not use their abilities out of turn); and at the same time, it was immensely satisfying.

No one would ever treat them the way he had been treated.

Atsushi found a spot along the edge of the pool where he could sit in the sun and also keep an eye on Ryuu-chan running between slides and laughing, caught up among several kids roughly his own age. Ryuu-chan might not be as extroverted as his brother, but he also didn’t lurk like his father did at the edge of a crowd.

Someone held out a drink just in Atsushi’s peripheral vision, and he furrowed his brow in exasperation before turning his head. “Sorry, I’m—” he started, because he’d been hit on five times in the past hour and it was beginning to distress him how often people ignored the ring. However, when he followed the drink up the arm it led to a grinning, familiar face. “—what are you doing here?”

Nakahara Chuuya, wanted criminal and Port Mafia boss, stood wearing a garish Hawaiian print shirt open over swim trunks and the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. “Can’t be at the pool without alcohol, it’s in the rulebook,” he announced, waggling the concoction in front of Atsushi’s face.

Atsushi stared at it but knew he would get no further without cooperating, so he took the neon blue drink from him. “You didn’t answer my question,” he said.

Chuuya sat on the edge of the pool beside Atsushi, dropping his legs into the water and sighing exaggeratedly. “Well, a certain someone wouldn’t stop kvetching about how nice the resort was and that they were owed a nice vacation and something something sex on the beach.” Chuuya wiggled his drink in the air, in a similarly tall, thin glass, the only difference being it was more than two-thirds gone already. “Plus, I figured if we crashed this family vacay we could take the kids off your hands for a day and take them to that massive amusement park, give you two some much-needed alone time.”

Atsushi laughed. “Really?”

Chuuya shrugged and looked around. “So where is your worse half?”

“Back in the room, with Acchan. Flying didn’t agree with him so well.”

“Ah, that’s rough. Poor kid.”

“Where’s Dazai-san?”

“At the bar, trying to pick up another bartender.” Chuuya clinked the ice in his glass again. “He’s 0 for 2 right now, and I got tired of roasting him when I saw you very uncomfortably turn down that chick with the enormous rack.”

Atsushi hung his head. “They won’t leave me alone,” he groaned. “I don’t understand.”

Chuuya looked him up and down, very slowly, before he leaned in close. “You don’t understand?”

He looked sidelong at Chuuya. “If I hear the d-word come out of your mouth,” he said, vaguely threatening, and Chuuya leaned back his head and guffawed.

“Take off your shirt and you’ll really get harassed,” Chuuya teased. “It makes Dazai jealous.” Atsushi snorted but didn’t have a chance to respond before they both heard the sound of wet feet slapping on the pavement right behind them.

“Chuuya-oji!!!”

Chuuya let out an oof as a sopping-wet six-year-old thudded against his back, arms going around his neck. “Hey, kiddo,” Chuuya said. “Didn’t your dad ever tell you not to run by the pool?”

“No,” Ryuu-chan said, face squished against Chuuya’s neck.

Atsushi scoffed, and Ryuu-chan raised his head, waving his wrist at Atsushi. “Look, look!” He had a leather thong tied around his wrist, from which a few small shells dangled. “Shou-san gave it to me!”

Ryuu-chan gestured back toward the slide when Atsushi raised his eyebrow. A small boy with bright blonde hair waved back and then turned, disappearing among the kids at the slides. “Making friends I see,” Atsushi said, as Chuuya caught Ryuu-chan’s waving arm, bringing it in close so he could inspect the ornaments.

“Pretty cool,” Chuuya acknowledged, and Ryuu-chan beamed.

“Getting hungry yet?” Atsushi asked when Ryuu-chan detached from Chuuya’s back and wiggled between them, sitting on the edge and kicking his feet in the water splashing over the lip. Ryuu-chan looked at Atsushi and nodded before Chuuya nudged him off the edge and into the water.

“I wanna swim,” Chuuya announced, holding his glass out. Atsushi took it from him, and he flung himself into the water just as Ryuu-chan surfaced, sputtering. Ryuu-chan shrieked with laughter and splashed at Chuuya as Chuuya ducked under him, scooping him into the air and tossing him back into the water again, generating an enormous splash.

Atsushi very carefully deposited both drinks on the pavement behind him, and then leaned back on his hands, watching them play in the water under the bright summer sun.

=====

Ryuu-chan dozed against Atsushi’s shoulder as he carefully opened the door to the room. They’d had dinner with Chuuya and Dazai, much to Ryuu-chan’s excitement, kicking his legs sitting in the metal chair and describing all the fun he’d had and the friends he’d made that day to everyone. He fell asleep in the chair as the sun sank under the horizon, and the strings of decorative lights above their heads came on, so Atsushi carried him gently to the room to call it a night.

“They’re almost getting too big to be carried,” Chuuya said with a smile, patting Ryuu-chan’s back as they stood just outside the cabana-style restaurant. “Shit, they’re growing up so fast.”

“I know it,” Atsushi murmured. “You won’t be around tomorrow, right? It’s the next day.”

“Yup!” Dazai inserted himself back into the conversation, sliding his arm around Chuuya’s waist. “We are going to check out this romantic little destination thing from one of the brochures, there is a fantastically gorgeous cliff I can throw myself from—” he inhaled sharply as Chuuya’s elbow dug directly into his solar plexus, and he hissed out the remainder of his comment through clenched teeth. “And we won’t be back until late.”

They bid farewell for the evening, and Atsushi walked slowly back toward the resort, just enjoying the warmth of the evening and the smell of the summer air. Ryuu-chan didn’t wake at all until they made it back to the room, and he lifted his head blearily and rubbed his eye as Acchan sat up from where he was lying on the foot of the bed watching television, legs dangling over the edge.

“You were gone so long,” he said indignantly.

“Someone’s feeling better, I see,” Atsushi said, glancing at the pathetic remains of a room service meal tray that was pushed against the wall.

“Very much so,” Akutagawa said from behind Atsushi, emerging from the bathroom. Ryuu-chan closed his eyes and put his head back on Atsushi’s shoulder, making a contented, sleepy noise when Akutagawa ruffled his hair. Akutagawa wrinkled his nose, leaning in close. “You stink of chlorine.”

“Guilty, we visited the pool.” Atsushi put Ryuu-chan onto his feet, and Ryuu-chan yawned big.

“Excellent timing, as I was just drawing the bath.” Akutagawa gently prodded Ryuu-chan into the bathroom and then gestured at Acchan. “You too.”

“Aww, I didn’t even do anything today,” Acchan whined but obediently followed his father into the bathroom.

Atsushi lingered in the doorway for a moment, but all Akutagawa was doing was supervising—if only because Ryuu-chan had fallen asleep in the bath once before. He excused himself back out to the room and ended up letting himself out onto the balcony.

It wasn’t a huge space, but large enough for a rocking, swing bench, and a small metal table with an umbrella through the center situated on the other side of the door. Atsushi sat on the bench seat and exhaled; ears perked as he listened to the faint strains of music carried on the wind.

Akutagawa eventually joined him. Atsushi looked up at him, as Akutagawa leaned against the railing, facing Atsushi. “So, Dazai-san and Chuuya-san couldn’t contain themselves, I hear.”

He chuckled. “Are you surprised?”

“Not really.” Akutagawa tilted his head, the soft track lighting that ran along the base of the balcony highlighting his features. He was smiling in that way he only did for their family, and it made Atsushi’s heart sing every time. “Ryuu-chan made a friend?”

“I didn’t meet him, he went on so many slides. Is Acchan jealous?”

“Very. Curled up on his side of the bed and pouting.” Akutagawa shifted, elbows on the balcony railing, and tilted his head back, looking up at the building. He didn’t say it, but Atsushi knew the sentiment, just basking in the fact that this was their life now.

“Come sit,” Atsushi said; after a moment Akutagawa joined him, shifting from where he was standing against the railing to sitting beside Atsushi on the rocking bench. He leaned against Atsushi, and Atsushi put his arm over Akutagawa’s shoulders. “I feel bad you were cooped up in the room all evening.”

“The plane was overwhelming,” Akutagawa murmured. “It was a nice excuse.” He sighed, and they rocked for a little. “You stink of chlorine too.”

“I figured we were waiting for the boys to fall asleep before we bathed.”

Akutagawa was silent. “We’re not having sex in the bath.”

“Oh god no, I wasn’t suggesting that at all—” he stilled when Akutagawa touched his cheek and turned his face so they could kiss. “Jerk,” he murmured against Akutagawa’s mouth when they parted.

Akutagawa hummed in amusement and leaned against him again. “How many women propositioned you?”

“What?”

“Ryuu-chan said you talked to many women.” There was a great deal of amusement in Akutagawa’s voice, which didn’t diminish the dangerous undertone in the least. “And a few men, as well.”

Atsushi sighed dramatically. “They didn’t even leave me alone when Chuuya-san was sitting with me. Please come stare menacingly at people, no one respects the ring.”

Akutagawa laid his head on Atsushi’s shoulder. “My darling, oblivious weretiger,” he said, “no one even sees the ring after laying eyes on your shoulders and chest.”

“I was wearing a shirt!”

“A tight shirt that I am sure got very wet.” Akutagawa was vibrating with laughter. “I bet you threw off Dazai-san’s game for the rest of the week.” He put his palm over the center of Atsushi’s chest and started to trail his hand slowly down.

Atsushi’s face was bright red, but it was difficult to see in the dark. He caught Akutagawa’s hand by the wrist before it slipped lower than his belly and brought it to his mouth to kiss his palm. “No sex on the balcony either,” he said, and Akutagawa let out an aggravated sigh.

“This is my vacation too,” he grumbled. Atsushi leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep.

“We’ll have plenty of time to enjoy it,” Atsushi promised him, and they sat together and continued to rock slowly in the swing under the starry night.

Chapter 2 >>

#bungou stray dogs #sskk #shin soukoku #sskk² #babyfic #multipart #let's mcfuckin gooooo

[jjba-fanmerch]

StarLine - JJBA Enamel Pin Collection Kickstarter

(note: not associated with JJBA Starline Tarot)

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[poofygrimsly]

I dont have anyone to share my oc lore with so please read my oc lore :3

^ rough sketch idea of the scientist mentioned in this story

[ PREQUEL STORY 1 ] The Creation.

Long ago, there were only 4 different types of people, now, we call them the Elementals.

-There was the water people who, never pushed to be included in other tribes' problems, they were a neutral part. -There was the fire people who were known for their short tempers and ability to take offense to just about anything. they were usually the cause for fights and problems among tribes. -There were the rock people who were just as hard headed as the fire tribe. however, the rock people had a tendency to be quite nice once friends with them. -Lastly, the ice tribe. strangely, they did not have a good relationship with the water tribe. there were many fights between the two as the fire tribes and, sometimes, the rock tribes would provoke them.

One day, a water tribe child would wander out of his tribe land and walk into the fire tribe territory mistakenly. The child was beaten and almost killed by citizens until a government official, a scientist, stopped them and took the child to his lab. The child was locked up and treated as nothing more than a test subject. He was hit with various items and injected with various substances but to no effect. The substances would simple turn into water itself upon coming into contact with the child.

Eventually the scientist had the idea of merging the child's DNA and his very essence, into another Elemental, one nearby in fact. The scientist, having as much power as he did, was permitted to use fire tribe criminals as his test subjects and so use them he did. While the Elemental look like they are just made of their element, there are layers to their bodies. the deeper into the body you go, the more condensed and pure their DNA is so with this uncommon knowledge that the scientist had, he used a flask and a mechanical claw to reach deep into the chest of the water tribe child and his fire tribe test subject. after what seemed like weeks of work and research, a breakthrough was made. The flame and water the scientist had combined chemically had evaporated, no different than all his other attempts, but this one was different. this one was special.

it moved like it was alive.

The scientist scrambled around his lab looking through his notes, thinking back on the expirement and what he did. "What did i do different?" "Was an outside factor included by accident?" he asked himself restlessly. "No. I'm too renowed for that!" "I would never make a mistake like that!" he yelled, slowly losing reason. In his moment of desperation for answers he rushed another test, the result was yet another cloud-like gas that moved so very lifelike. The scientist couldn't wrap his head around it, why was this happening? now, after all the past attempts? Eventually he calmed himself down, we went through all his notes but nothing could've resulted in the life-from he made. he decided to try one more time following what he had done before step-by-step and it resulted in yet another life form. The random success of this gave him an idea. "would it be too much to mass produce these?-" he asked himself. "I would need permission from the general" he said, "i suppose it's a good thing i have proof of my works" he stated, looking back at the 3 lifelike gust of clouds in the testing containers.

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[sideboot]

The Gang Meets Jamie’s Mum (Part 1)

I wrote this because I realized that since Jamie is around 25 and Rebecca and Ted are mid-forties, if Jamie’s mom had him in her early twenties she would be about the same age

Ted’s on his way to work when he bumps into a middle-aged woman lost on her way trying to get to Nelson Road Stadium.  She makes an awkward comment which Ted misinterprets as flirting, and he panics, slightly

For the past twenty years, Ted’s response to people hitting on him has been Sorry, I’m Married.  That doesn’t work anymore and he has no way to politely turn somebody down prepared and he blurts all this out

She laughs and says that she definitely wasn’t flirting.  If she’s honest, she wouldn’t know how.

Ted is relieved but he also senses there’s something more here so he does the Ted Lasso special active listening and she ends up spilling the beans

She admits she’s been too busy being a working class single mom, and her last relationship ended badly.  Her son is very protective and she’s doesn’t want to worry him, and it’s been so long and she’s gotten so old she’s sure there’s no point.

Ted is too recently divorce to at all engage with the topic of what children think of their parents dating life

Ted’s is trying to encourage her to believe in herself, that she’s a real catch, and hey, if she wants she can practice flirting with him right now.  They know they’re not interested in each other so it’s nice and low stakes!  Training is key to success!

Jamie Tartt walks in to find his coach and uncomfortably close to pseudo father figure Flirting With His Mum did you just fuck my mum coach lasso of course not she’s just gotten to town today but Jamie doesn’t say anything yet he’s just focused on greeting his mom.

Mum how did you not realize this was my coach how many people with Kansas accents did you think would be around here

She was just flustered from being lost and didn’t think about it, besides, she points out, he could have been at least one other person!

he could not have been beard mum.  he has a mustache.

Jamie’s mom breaks off to go to unpack she was just stopping by because she couldn’t wait to say hi to Jamie first thing when she arrived to stay in town

Jamie pulls Ted aside like It’s Time To Talk

Ted is trying to walk the very fine line of Jamie, I have tremendous respect for you, it would be a conflict of interest, except I have zero interest, but not because she isn’t attractive, she is, just not to me, but she could make somebody else very happy, somebody else other than me, because she’s her own woman with a sexuality that is none of my business and you need to be okay with that!

Jamie is like this is the worst day.  

but at least the coach isn’t actually trying to get with his mom

TBC in part 2

#ted lasso show #ted lasso tv #jamie tartt #theodore lasso #jamie tartts mum #my post #bullet fic #jamies mum has got it going on #multipart #coach ted lasso

[profoundtyrantharmony]

Hey, does anyone has some Tom Hiddleston and Tom Hiddleston characters multiparts fic to advise me to read (can be on tumblr, ao3 or even wattpad) ?

Thanks a lot guys, self promotion is obviously accepted 😁

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[ourladytamara]

Ontological Shock, part 2

(1.5k)

@_proletkvlt 1/18/2023

Cws: head injuries, meta shit, evil dickgirls

When the world returns to Mags, everything is buried beneath an avalanche of pain.

Her head’s never hurt so bad in her life. Sure, she’d gotten blackout drunk a few times, taken a punch or two at particularly-rowdy bars – nothing like this. Every single fiber of muscle seemed to twitch in pain with the rhythm of her heartbeat. For a few moments, it’s hard to even open her eyes; the pain keeps forcing her to wince, tightly clenching them in their sockets in search of some relief from the throbbing pressure.

As soon as she manages to pry her eyelids open, she’s assaulted once more by an overly-bright light, which draws a painful hiss from her throat.

“F-fuck – hello?” Mags asks, her throat dry and crackly, “w-where… am I?”

As soon as she speaks, a meaty hand clamps down on the top of her head. The light is swiveled out of the way, revealing her surroundings at last – and especially the two cocks, hard and twitching, positioned right in front of her face.

“...huh?”

“Hah! I knew they didn’t hit you too hard,” says a voice from behind, one that grows closer with every passing second. “Well, at least, I’m glad they didn’t before I introduced myself.”

A woman clad in black from head to toe steps in front of Mags, her arms crossed haughtily behind her back. Her raven hair is cropped into a slanted bob, not dissimilar to Mags’s own, with the rest of her figure concealed beneath a cable-knit jumper and a heavy, black trenchcoat. Atop her head, a peaked cap, unmarked – save for an upturned cross in the same style as the titanic monument back in Normel.

Now that more of the room was visible, Mags could tell she was in some kind of bunker… or something. Every surface was concrete, slathered in chipping paint; it was hard to tell where the floor ended and the walls began, with only the cluttered piles of filing cabinets and bizarre scientific equipment giving the dazed woman any context as to up or down. The two figures beside her were women, too, much larger – and far more naked – than the turtlenecked girl in black, baring every inch of their impressively-detailed musculature. Indeed, their forearms were almost as gnarled, vascular, and threatening-looking as the cocks they each had between their toned thighs, pointed at Mags like loaded guns.

They were holding guns, too, but those were far less dangerous, as far as she was concerned – the woman in black’s eyes shone a bright, hostile red, unlike anything she’d seen before.

“Where the fuck am I?” Mags asks again, some strength returning to her once-timid voice – coaxed on by adrenaline, if nothing else.

“You, darling, are my prisoner – because you’re coming far too close to the truth,” replies the black-clad woman, before Mags even finishes her breath, “and I have plans far grander than… whatever it is you do with your time.”

Mags says nothing and kind of shakes her head, half-confused and half-angry; well, maybe more than half confused. She looks down, only to find she’s as buck-naked as the women clutching her, strapped to a metal folding chair with zip-ties.

“That… answers none of my ques-”

“You may call me Despotrix, your one and true superior, and you, citizen,” the woman continues, cutting off Mags, “are in one of my various underground holding-and-interrogation cells, scattered throughout Normel to oversee the implementation of my grand plan!”

Her captive furrows her brow and looks up at the two nude women.

“Oh, uh, those are my goons. You know, like, hired goons.”

There’s a pause and some hesitation, but Mags nods. The goons nod back to her.

“...where are our clothes?”

“That’s part of the plan!” the woman hisses, “You see, I’ve recently come into possession of something quite valuable – an entity capable of seamless adjustments to the flow of time, one able to jump in and out of our world at will. Show her, girls.”

One of the two goons picks up the chair Mags is sitting in, the other still holding her head. She’s slowly turned around, both burly women struggling somewhat with the awkwardly-distributed weight. Behind her was the true prize, evidently – a solid steel cage, completely opaque and emitting a dull, whitish-blue glow from the riveted seams.

“You see, beyond us – each of us – lay an impenetrable veil,” continues the Despotrix, “and past it, untapped, infinite potential. The ability to change reality at a moment’s notice, rewrite the very script of time and space! It’s a power few even know of – one that I can now say I control.”

She takes a position up against the softly-glowing box, tapping the top of it. From within, something groans angrily, violently, like a steel rail being ripped in half. A wide grin spreads across her pale face, to Mags’s horror.

“What I start in Normel – the replacement of mundane life with one of my very own creation – will soon spread… well, as far as I demand!” A cackle reverberates through the cramped chamber, followed by low chuckling from the goons. “And the best part? None will be any the wiser! It’ll be business as usual, as far as the general population is concerned.”

“All I need is to… iron things out, you see,” she continues, to the apparent chagrin of the energetic… thing, inside the sealed crate, “get rid of the loose ends and sharp edges. That’s where you come in.”

Mags’s tired eyes widen slightly more than usual.

“...you’re going to kill me?” she asks, trepidation haunting every verb.

The Despotrix nods.

For a brief moment, the void’s call is visible on Mags’s freckled face – and yet it subsides, cooling off into additional confusion.

“Isn’t this a wildly-convoluted justification for a minor adjustment in tone and structure for storytelling? Will the audience even care if there’s continuity?”

Every little bit of smug superiority fades from the Despotrix’s face. She blinks.

“Y-you can see them too?”

She turns to face you – in the box – but it’s hard to see her through the little cracks. Her crimson eyes dilate. You scoot your formless form up a bit to get a better look.

“I- wh- oh, oh no,” she mutters from her black-painted lips, “t-this… this is no good.”

“What? Can’t everyone?” Mags wonders.

A sudden loud groan breaks the otherwise quiet din of the bunker. The Despotrix swipes her hat from her head and holds it at her sides, scowling.

“Well, shit,” she sighs, “then I can’t just KILL you, or there’d be too many loose ends to tie up, and girls might get mad at me!”

“...wh-”

“And if I can’t suitably homogenize the spacetime continuum in the local area, my plan will never come to fruition! All this work for nothing!”

Neither of them make a sound for a moment. Mags doesn’t really know what to say, and her headache is starting to come back. Thinking about this was confusing, and she still hadn’t eaten since waking up hungover… well, however long ago that was, really. As her mind crossed paths with the crossing of time, though, she remembered work – the library’d told her no more calling out or unexpected leaves.

Fuck.

An angry Despotrix cuts her mental monologue short, stomping forward towards Mags and the goons.

“Ugh! What a waste of time!” she chides, swiping down at her red-haired captive with an accusatory finger. “You win THIS time, MacPussbread – THIS time.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Goons, knock her out. We’re done here.”

Another set of blows to the head from the goons’ fists were all it took to send Mags back to sleep – to use a mild term for her mild concussion. Her body goes limp, tongue drooping from her slack mouth, leaving the Despotrix and company alone.

You rattle the steel box again.

“Boss,” the larger of the two goons, the one who’d held Mags’s head, asks, “you said this job involved getting English pu-”

“I ALREADY told you,” the Despotrix hisses, “that’s what THEY’RE for.”

She points back to you.

“Fine. Get your rocks off before we load out of here and get her… well, get her somewhere,” the Despotrix remarks, placing her cap back atop her head and crossing her arms once more, “just… make sure she stays out of the way. If I can’t have the world, I will have Normel.”

She struts out of the room, unsealing the bulkhead which lay beyond Mags’s field of vision.

Both goons turn their attention towards you and smile. One of them fiddles with your cage, unlocking the one-way apertures on each side of the box – just wide enough for their cocks to slide in with ease.

Ah, finally – how you’d so dearly missed the taste of evil female penis.

#subscriber stories #multipart #proletkvlt-ocs

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Rapunzel!

My first multipart emoji! I really hope you all like it cause it took way longer to figure out than i thought! lol!

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[rat-bastard-fics]

Playing Games

Part X

Synopsis: Paul tells Elle who he is

Warnings: Soft!Paul, pre-smut smut (kissing, grinding), intimacy, angst

Word Count: ~925

Masterlist

Elle

Jesus Christ I feel like shit. Slowly, oh so slowly, I sit up in bed and sip on the water I find beside me. I vaguely remember Paul staying over but where he was is now just a warm spot on my bed. Stretching, I let out a groan before running my hands over my face. Im just about set on never moving again when there’s a gentle tap on my door. I’m looking up through bleary eyes, there stands Paul.

“Elle?” His voice is soft—softer than I’ve ever heard.

“Paul?” While I’m happy to see he’s here, why the fuck is he here?

“Hey, I made some breakfast downstairs. You should probably eat something.”

Is Paul Lahote… taking care of me? I feel like I’m in a poorly written episode of The Twilight Zone. Groggy as all hell, I stand up on stiff legs and slowly make my way towards the kitchen. Paul walks near me as though he’s afraid I’ll fall down or maybe even die at any given moment. It’s endearing but unnecessary. On the kitchen table sits a plate of scrambled eggs and slightly burnt toast beside a cup of coffee. No, not coffee, green tea. Turning to Paul, I raise an eyebrow and I swear to god he blushes.

“I uh, I asked Jared. He said this helps Kim when she’s hungover.” Too tired to argue or really say much of anything, I just pat his shoulder and drag myself over to a chair so I can enjoy my meal.

***

It’s around 1pm and I’m feeling better. I’ve been watching old cartoons with the volume low and Paul has his arm slung across my shoulders on the couch. I can’t help but feel a bit turned on at this softer side of the big lug.

I look up at him and, after a moment, he turns his eyes from the screen down towards me.

“Yes?” A small smile breaks out across his face.

I blush a little. I’m not sure what to say, I’m not sure how to initiate sex when it’s not steamy and spur of the moment. I rub my hand up his chest, turning my body so I’m leaning on my side. I follow my hand with my eyes until it rests on his cheek then I pause, I look at him and god he’s so beautiful. Looking from his eyes to his lips and back I pull his face down towards me and gingerly press my lips to his. He’s quick to respond. It’s intimate and it’s tender and it’s loving and he wraps his arms around me, pressing a hand flat against my lower back and pulling me impossibly close to him. I tangle my fingers in his hair, playing with those shorter hairs near his neck, and sit up to straddle him. Our chests are firmly pressed to each other in a way that two separate heartbeats now synchronize in rhythm. Gently, I grind down against him and he groans as he reciprocates.

“Elle—“ he pants my name and it goes straight to my core.

“Paul—“ it’s my turn to reciprocate. And we continue like this for some time. His pants are renting below me and god it feels so good—and not just in a sexual sense, but in a romantic sense as well. I want him. All of him.

“Elle.” He pulls away now, panting a little, and there’s some sort of uncertainty in his eyes. I pause at this.

“I’m—im sorry I should have asked first. We don’t have to-“

“No, no, it’s not that. God no it’s not that. I want to, believe me I do.” He laughs somewhat as he speaks and my unease has swiftly turned to blatant confusion. Seeing this, he continues. “There’s something I need to tell you and I just… I don’t think I can do anything if I don’t.”

I sit back on his knees.

“What, are you married?” I tease, laughing at my own joke, but when he doesn’t laugh I’m suddenly more nervous than before.

“I, uhm…” he clears his throat, “do you, uh, do you remember those old stories? The elders would tell them around bonfires?” I nod. “Those are true.” I don’t respond now and so he continues, “and uhm… me and the guys we’re shifters. We protect the reservation from cold ones—well, vampires.” He’s quiet for a while as he looks at me, trying to read my expression. I don’t even know my expression.

I stand up and step away from him.

“If you didn’t want to fuck me, you could have just said so.”

“No, Elle-“ he gets up to follow after me but I put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t touch me.” I can’t help the tears welling up in my eyes, “you know, Paul, I’ve heard a lot of things from a lot of people but saying you’re a wolf? Just to get out of being with me? Wow.” I laugh at how ridiculous this is.

“I’m telling you the truth.” He seems desperate. I don’t care.

“Go.” He just stands there, staring at me, absolutely dumbfounded. “Go!” I yell at him, pushing his chest. “Get out!” Choking back a sob, I push him towards the door. “Please.” My voice breaks and Paul swallows hard but nods.

“Okay.” He wets his lips and lets out a shaky breath before turning and walking out the door. I immediately lock it behind him and slide to the floor, tears streaming down my face.

Fuck.

#paul lahote x y/n #Paul #paul lahote #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fluff #angst #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom #twilight fluff #wolf #wolf pack #werewolves #vampires #multipart #Multichapter #twilight smut #paulxoc #original character

[homeless202]

part 1 | part 2

he doesn't know and because of that he's made out to be the bad guy. the one with no empathy. the stupid one.

he genuinely doesn't understand. he doesn't see the problem because the house he grew up in was a garbage dump:

his parents never taught him these things. Haejoon had his mom to teach him:

Eunyung felt bad watching Haejoon clean the entire house because it reminded him of his mom:

that's why he wanted him to stop cleaning. that and because he couldn't comprehend why you'd want to clean a house that's not yours - just a temporary shelter.

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this is why you want to keep the house clean:

#ughhh i have so many things i want to say about everything but it's hard to put into words #i'm sorry this is messy there's like 4 different points in one post #ey hj parallels #no home #no home wanan #집이 없어 #webtoon #multipart #no home manhwa #i also hate bugs #it's interesting how they both projected their own mothers onto the other #mommy issues #<- both of them #(maybe) #(probably)

[viperbluesimp]

Steve x Eddie x Billy (Part one)

Short story/past au

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Steve never really had much friends as a kid. He would constantly be excluded from birthday partys and events, and no one his age dared to talk to him. Once in a while he'd get bullied for his weird hair and his glasses, and over all, he was just lonely.

But, being lonely, to him, came with perks. No one held him back from doing whatever he wanted or from exploring. Steve loved exploring a lot, it was his way to cope with the horrible situations he found himself in. So, everyday after school, he'd drop off his backpack at home and he would run into the wood area near his home. He'd walk down narrow trails, climb up trees, and find little souvenir's to put in his jacket pocket.

One of his favorite land marks to go to in the forest though, was skull rock. And yes, it's exactly what it's name suggests. It's a giant boulder that looks like a skull, laying on it's side. Steve loved that rock so much, it was the coolest thing the kid ever laid his eyes on. So it became his personal little hang out area. He would go there to cry, to sing, to chill out, to watch thunder and lightening storms. Anything he pleased to do, he'd do it there.

Until one day, while he was sitting under the giant rock, he heard a noise. Leaves crackling and sticks being snapped in half under somethings feet.

Was it a native bear? Was it even an animal? Was it a monster? He didn't know, and that's what scared him. What was all the noise?

"H-Hey...who's there? I can hear you yknow!" The child stood up holding a stick, pushing his glasses up and looking around.

All the sudden, a kid screamed and fell off skull rock, landing in a pile of leaves. The boy quickly stood up and huffed, looking at Steve. He must have walked over and climbed up the rock, slipping off.

He looked a bit older than the boy, roughly 13 or 14. He had super curly, shortish brown hair, and he wore a denim jacket with patches of bands and jeans. He also had many rings on his fingers, and is he wearing a bit of mascara?

"Uhhhhh...sup." The denimed boy mumbled, leaning on the rock, trying to act cool.

Steve tilts his head, in confusion. "Sup...um, who are you exactly?" He raises his brow in question.

"Oh, I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson. You probably haven't seen me around before, I just moved here not too long ago with my uncle. What's your name?"

"Um, Steve Harrington." He pushes up his glasses again and crosses his arms, looking away and curling in on himself a bit. He's never been talked to so casually before.

Eddie glances at the stick Steve's holding. "Wow, nice stick dude!" He exclaims. "It looks like a gun, that's sick-"

"...?" Steve points the stick to Eddie like it's a gun. "Pew pew? .3.?"

Eddie falls to the ground. "AHHHHHHH! YOU GOT MEEEEEEEE- bleh-" He proceeds to play dead and stop breathing.

"O4O"? Huh.." He walks over to Eddies 'body' and stands over it, acting victorious and laughing a bit.

The older boy starts laughing too and looks up at Steve. "Hey kid, you're pretty cool, wanna be friends?"

...Friends...? Steve's never had a friend before...wow...he must have done something right for once...this is amazing...!

Steve gasps and nods vigorously. "Y-Yes! I'd love to be friends!!" He helps Eddie up and hugs him, he giggles like the little kid he is.

Eddie laughs too. To be truthful, he never really had any friends either. Even back in his old home and town, he was considered a freak to all the kids his age, and scary to the younger ones. And the older ones payed no attention to him, so he was all alone.

But here must be different, because he already made a friend...

Steve and Eddie decide to play until the late evening then head home. They exchange house numbers and go their seperate ways...

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Billy will be in the next part lol, feeling too tired rn, I wrote this when I came out of the pool in 10 minutes because yes-

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve x eddie x billy #steddie #harringrove #fanfic #au #past au #multipart #steddiegrove

[skittlesfics]

name: secrets (part one) (part two) pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, slight Billy Hargrove x Reader wordcount: 2309 prompt: Eddie and Reader are together, but he doesn't want to tell their friends/bandmates. She's sick of it. content/warnings: angst, Billy being gross (in a charming "this is my talking to women personality" way) author’s note: Okay I have now watched an amount of Stranger Things. Not completely caught up, but enough that most of the inaccuracies (Billy being able to throw a party at his house, for one) are somewhat intentional. This will either be two or three parts. -

You pushed your chair as far back as it could lean on two legs without toppling over, tilting your head back so that your hair hung down towards the floor. The gum in your mouth had lost flavor long ago, but you kept chewing anyway, hoping that you might get kicked out of class if you just popped the next bubble loudly enough.

History had always been brutal to sit through, but a combination of your senioritis and the fact that this was the only thing standing in between you and spring break had you on the verge of a meltdown. You knew you should have skipped, but your mom had been on your ass about attendance and you didn't need her trying to keep you at home all spring break.

Your eyes followed the familiar cracks in the bricks on the classroom's back walls, the graffiti largely unchanged from the last time you had been bored out of your goddamn mind in this room. You intentionally avoided the brick that had your own initials and heart graffiti from last year. You should probably cover that some time. It was just embarrassing at this point.

"And the Romans failed to consider..." Mrs. Click's drone was cut off by the glorious sound of the bell and you heaved a sigh of relief. You started to lift your head, but your chair shifted under you, slamming you forward into a normal seated position. You caught yourself on the desk, slamming both arms down with a loud thud. 

"Gareth, what the fuck?" You snapped, delivering a sharp elbow to his side. 

"Oww, fuck, sorry." He whined, folding into himself immediately, "I just wanted to get your attention." 

You scoffed and scooted back, grabbing your neglected history book from the table.

"Use your words next time, jackass." You stood and started towards the door, a slight headache forming when you heard the boy scrambling to catch up to you.

"Wait, hear me out!" He called, sliding over a desk to catch up to you. Mrs. Click yelled something about respecting school property, but you were already out in the hall, making your way to your locker so you could get the fuck out of there.

"You have two minutes." You called behind you, not bothering to wait as he struggled to catch his breath. 

"There's this show--"

"No fucking way." You slammed open your locker and shoved your book inside, crumpling several papers in your haste.

"You said two minutes!" He whined. You slammed your locker door and shot him a withering look.

"I changed my mind." You turned to storm away, but he followed, scurrying to keep step with you even as the crowd pressed the opposite direction. 

"Come on, do it for us. We need vocals, bad." He pleaded. He must have been desperate to challenge your no, especially on this. You stepped down a side hallway towards the shortcut emergency door, shaking your head as you went.

"I'm not dealing with him, Gareth. You should know better by now." You reminded him. Him of course, being Eddie fucking Munson.

"Please? You don't even have to be civil, this is a huge opportunity for us. You don't have to go to the after party, you don't have to do the whole choreography. Just show up, do your thing, talk to the host a bit and get out." He was talking fast now, panicked as the two of you neared the spot he knew you normally parked in. 

"Talk to the host?" You asked, arching an eyebrow.

"That Hargrove kid everyone's talking about. It's just a backyard show, but he's paying well. Plus, free booze is free booze right?" You came to a halt at your car and fished your keys out of the pocket of your flannel. 

"What's that got to do with me talking to the kid?" You asked as you unlocked your door.

"He was specific; you have to be there. C'mon, we need you. This could be big."

There was a tense moment while you glared the boy down, trying to decide whether or not you would be merciful. You hadn't played a show in a long time, and you could do with the extra cash... Besides, the freaks playing a show for the new King of Hawkins High wasn't nothing...

"Fine, but since I'm so vital, I'm taking half. The rest of you can split the pennies. Call it a convenience fee." You slid into your car and slammed the door, not bothering to check where Gareth was standing before speeding off. You thought you heard a muffled thank you through the door.

Fuck.

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When Gareth had said that you would be playing a party, you had expected fifteen, maybe twenty people milling around in a backyard with cheap beer that the cops would bust up halfway through. You didn't expect... this.

Standing on the raised deck that made up your "stage", you felt like you were looking at the entire senior class of Hawkins High, and maybe some people from the surrounding towns too. Billy had sourced good speakers from somewhere (you weren't asking any questions), and when you grabbed your mic, you felt like you were really doing something.

You had always loved performing, even the pitiful bar shows where the locals just sort of tolerated your playing because they didn't want to go drink somewhere else. It was only because of him that you had stopped, and you weren't going to let him fuck this up for you tonight.

You could feel Eddie standing behind you now, dark eyes trained on your back, but you refused to turn around. You were here to put on a show.

"What the fuck is up, Hawkins? Are you ready for a freakshow?" The cheer that went up in the crowd was loud enough to disturb the neighbors. You had expected a lukewarm response considering the shared reputation of you and your friends, but the fact that you were at Billy's house and that Billy wanted you to play meant something. You chuckled into the mic and took a step towards the crowd, crouching down to be closer to their eye level.

"I said, are you ready for a motherfucking freakshow?" 

The cheers were enough to get the cops called for sure, but you didn't care. This was your show now. Your crowd. 

Gareth started on the drums and everything else faded away. There was no room for drama, reputations, nothing but talent and good fucking music. You threw yourself into it, playing the crowd with a charisma you had forgotten you could possess. After spring break, everything would go back to normal, but tonight you were on fire.

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After the concert (and it was a concert), you sat on the grass nursing a beer someone had handed you. A few hopeful faces had approached you to chat, but a flat look had convinced them otherwise. 

"There's my rockstar!" Billy called, approaching you with an armful of beers. You couldn't decide if he was mocking you or flirting with you, but you tentatively settled on the latter. He dropped down next to you, wrapping an arm too-casually around your waist. You tensed, but didn't pull away. You hadn't gotten paid yet, but he was definitely flirting.

"I hope it was everything you imagined, Hargrove. Gotta be careful now, or you'll get lumped in with us freaks." You joked, accepting a second beer as you placed your empty next to you. 

"Oh no, my squeaky clean reputation." Billy said with a scoff. His fingers had found the gap of skin between your shirt and your jeans and he was tracing small circles with the tips of his fingers lightly enough that you couldn't call him out for it, "Maybe I like my girls a little freaky." He didn't even waste any time, Jesus Christ.

You used your lighter to crack the lid open, taking a long drink to avoid having to respond. Your eyes casually scanned the crowd, searching for any of your band members hanging out nearby. Gareth was playing beer pong with a cheerleader, and Jeff and your other guitarist were nowhere to be seen- likely hotboxing the bathroom inside. Eddie had posted up near the house, his eyes still on you even from this distance. You quickly glanced back at your host.

"That really your best line, Hargrove?" You challenged, "I thought you were the king?"

A dark look flashed over his face, but his easy grin never faltered. You could feel something dangerous lurking under the charming facade, waiting for one of you to slip up.

"You have no idea." He purred, taking a sip of his own drink. 

In another situation, you might have given Hargrove a chance. He wasn't ugly, clearly had good music tastes, and there was something to be said about a man who actually knew what he wanted. You could feel Eddie's gaze growing murderous, though, and you needed to get the fuck out. You never had been into blondes, anyway.

"What I do have an idea about..." You said, leaning towards the boy. You blinked up at him through thick lashes, "is that I need to get paid." 

You slid out of his grip and pushed yourself off the ground in one motion, grabbing the empty you had left on the floor. Something warred on his features even as he laughed, but you knew that you had gotten away for now. The way his eyes traced the length of your body let you know that the escape was only temporary.

"Have it your way, princess. I'll pay the drummer what you're owed." He jumped off the ground, leaving his beers, and brushed invisible dirt off his pants. "There's an after party tonight, though, maybe I'll see you around for a little fun?" Whatever darkness his face had before was gone, and he was all smiles and charm. He was a dangerous one, for sure.

"A little fun, huh? We'll see." you agreed with a wink. Satisfied, he stalked towards the house, tension dropping out of his shoulders as he traded greetings with the people he passed. He clearly wasn't used to not being handed the things he wanted. You watched until he was gone, and then made your exit. 

Eddie was gone by the time you got to the spot he had been watching you from, but he quickly emerged from between a few cars, joint still lit between his fingers as you rounded the side of the house.

"Hey, can we talk?" He asked, raising his voice over the shitty mixtape music that had taken over once your band was done and packed away. You plucked his joint from his fingers and strode towards where you had parked, refusing to ride in the van with the rest of the band. 

"Talk to my agent, jackass." You spat at him. You took a puff of his joint, breathing out the tension Billy had caused. Eddie huffed and followed behind you, pulling you behind his van when you got close enough. You wrenched your arm out of his grasp, tossing the joint to the ground.

"What the fuck was that with Hargrove?" Eddie asked, his anger cooled by the desire not to be overheard, "I'm so tired of this. Why can't we just be friends in public?"

"Hargrove isn't scared to show his interest in me." You snapped, the anger real this time, "We're not just friends, Eddie, and if you're going to make me fake it we are going all the goddamn way."

Eddie bit his lip, looking nervously between you and the direction you two had come. Unbelievable. Even now, more worried about what everyone else would think.

"You know I'm not ready for the guys to know." He said quietly, taking a step closer to you. Your glare didn't falter even as you pressed your back to the van to avoid his proximity. "I don't want them to look at us differently." 

You laughed humorlessly and shook your head. "Then I guess you'll have to keep dealing with when guys look at me differently. I'm sick of being a secret Eddie." 

The worst part was that he looked great, sweaty and hopped up on the adrenaline of a good show. His deep brown eyes were light in a way that only happened when he was DMing his campaign or telling an exciting story. His hair was fluffier than usual from all the headbanging, and his bottom lip was swollen from the way he bit down on it while he played. You wanted to kiss him so badly it was ridiculous.

"Babe..." Eddie grabbed you again, and pulled you into a sweet kiss that almost, almost dulled your anger. Your eyes fluttered shut instinctively and you let yourself appreciate how right things felt when he was kissing you like you were the only thing that mattered. Something painful went sideways in your chest as you realized that it wouldn't work this time. It wasn't enough.

You reluctantly pushed him away from you, steeling yourself for the hurt look in his eyes as he stepped back.

"Don't babe me, Eddie. I'm not doing this anymore."

You slipped sideways away from the van and turned back towards your car. You knew doing this stupid show was a mistake. 

"What are you talking about? Where are you going?!" 

"Hargrove invited me to the afterparty. I'm going to get ready for it." You answered without looking back. You couldn't. You didn't want to see the hurt look in his face or hear the sweet promises he would whisper to lure you back in. You didn't want to wonder when you would ever be good enough.

When you drove away, tears pooling in your eyes, Eddie still stood there, watching dumbly after you.

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #Stranger Things Imagine #Eddie Munson Imagine #Angst #2000 - 2500 #secrets #multipart #Stranger Things Reader Insert

[scriveyner]

chase forever down 3/31

chase forever down | 3/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 | #smarch 🔞| ~2400 words

It was almost two weeks to the day before Atsushi heard from Akutagawa again. He was beginning to think that he’d hallucinated the whole thing: the bruise was long faded, and after the last encounter there barely was a new one to layer atop it. He stood in the bathroom for a long while, inspecting his neck, but while the spot Akutagawa had branded him with his mouth felt hot to the touch, there was nothing visible to the naked eye.

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Nothing but the memory of his mouth on Atsushi’s skin, and his hand on Atsushi’s cock.

Atsushi leaned his weight on his hands, braced on the edges of the sink, and hung his head. He’d never been so horny in his entire life and now that was the only thing he could think about. He didn’t want Akutagawa’s hand anywhere near his dick (lie), he didn’t want Akutagawa’s mouth on his skin (also a lie), and he didn’t want to be anywhere near him at any point when he was like this (absolutely, 100% grade-A certified fresh lie).

The text came through a little after midnight. Atsushi hadn’t been able to sleep, head propped on his arm and scrolling through videos on his phone, and the unexpected message startled him enough that he dropped his phone on his face. It was the first time a text from Akutagawa didn’t come from an unknown number, but instead came from his contact list—and Atsushi stared at it, bewildered.

The message simply gave an address. No salutation, no regards, nothing at all but a single line of address located in Yokohama. Atsushi scratched his hand through his hair and flipped to his contacts—and, sure enough, he now had an “Akutagawa” contact in his address book. He didn’t remember putting that in his phone.

Oh, wait. Akutagawa dropping his phone in his lap like it was discarded refuse. Yeah, that tracked.

Atsushi scooted aside the door to the futon closet. Kyouka was sleeping on her side, and he felt bad creeping around, but shouldn’t have worried because the second he put a foot on the tatami she was sitting upright, wide awake, with sheathed knife in hand.

“It’s me, it’s me,” he said, and Kyouka blinked at him blearily. “I just—” Crap. What was he going to tell her? For wont of an obvious lie he just barreled forward with the truth. “Akutagawa asked me to meet him. For…training.”

Kyouka yawned into her hand. “For training?”

“Yeah. Dazai-san has us doing…a thing. I don’t know why.”

She was clearly suspicious. Atsushi shrugged helplessly, and she started to get to her knees. “I’m coming with you.”

CRAP.

“No, no,” Atsushi said. “You don’t have to come. We’ve been doing this for a while, it’s just usually earlier in the day. It’s all right, and I have my phone with me.”

“I still think I should come,” Kyouka said, sitting on her knees, eyes serious. Then she yawned again, very large, and Atsushi smiled gently at her.

“Kyouka-chan, get back to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it, okay? I’ll try not to wake you.”

After a few more minutes of gentle argument, he finally won, and by the time he tip-toed out of the bathroom fully dressed, she was most of the way to asleep again. Atsushi closed the door quietly behind him, exhaled steam into the cold winter night, and headed out.

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Atsushi hadn’t bothered to search the address, and once he did, he was really glad he didn’t show the text to Kyouka as proof. He stood, uncertainly, outside the love hotel for a good five minutes before he gave in and texted “I’m here” to Akutagawa’s phone.

He got an immediate response with a room number.

Girding himself for battle, Atsushi went inside.

It wasn’t difficult to locate the room, and he fortunately didn’t see a single other living soul once inside. The clerk, of course, sat behind opaque glass and provided no interaction; and as Atsushi was armed with a room number he just passed completely by and hit the bank of elevators and tried really, really had not to acknowledge he was in a fucking love hotel.

Akutagawa was gleefully fucking with him, and it pissed him off.

He knocked on the door to room 504 and got no immediate response. Concerned, he double-checked the text; he did have the correct room number. He knocked again, still no response, and after a moment’s indecision, tried the knob. The door clicked open, unlocked.

“Akutagawa?” Atsushi asked softly. The lights were dim in the room, he couldn’t tell if he truly had the right room or not. Anger had dissipated into confused wariness. “Are you here?” He closed the door behind him and locked it out of habit, and then took two large steps into the room proper.

A shadow moved in the corner of the room.

“Akuta—?”

He was hit with its full body weight, and Atsushi went down before he could trigger his ability. Ragged fangs sank into his throat, forcing his head back, and Atsushi gasped aloud. The ceiling in the room was mirrored, and he could see what was straddling him, the tiger giving him near-perfect night vision.

It was Akutagawa—he thought.

The creature was very twisted, his trench coat in tatters, skin pallid grey and splotchy, in places looking almost burnt. He couldn’t see Akutagawa’s face, but his ears poked through his patchy, stringy dark hair, pointed sharp and inhuman. Atsushi wanted to struggle, badly, but he couldn’t—he felt weighted down, locked in place, everything getting fuzzier as he grew more and more lightheaded…

“Akutagawa…” Atsushi croaked, white clawing at the edges of his vision, and Akutagawa lifted his head, face twisted into something inhuman, eyes large and red; it was the last thing Atsushi saw before he passed out.

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Atsushi woke under the covers of the large bed in the center of the room. He blinked blearily at the mirrored ceiling; at some point he had been undressed to his underwear and tucked in. There was a dark form seated on the edge of the bed, back to him, and he rolled his head to see Akutagawa perched there, legs crossed and idly clicking through channels on the television set.

“I thought vampires didn’t have a reflection,” Atsushi croaked, lips and mouth dry.

Akutagawa tilted his head and looked over his shoulder at Atsushi, and his face was normal. For a split second Atsushi remembered the grotesque mask of a face he was wearing before, but it was gone just that quickly, and he swallowed hard. Or at least, he attempted to, but his throat was so dry he just started coughing instead.

“You’re dehydrated,” Akutagawa said, reaching for the bedstand. He pushed a bottle of water into Atsushi’s hands, and he sat up, draining it quickly, in several large gulps. Akutagawa kept the water coming and he knocked out four before he stopped, breathing hard but now feeling much more normal. Akutagawa clucked at the empty bottles, before depositing them in a bin. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit by a bus,” Atsushi groaned, and rubbed his face. “I have been hit by a bus before, you know. It’s not the greatest feeling in the world.”

“I’m not surprised,” Akutagawa returned to his seat on the edge of the mattress and studied Atsushi quietly. Atsushi held the half-drunk fifth bottle of water in his hands. “I am surprised you came.”

“I said I would,” Atsushi said, defensively. “I keep my promises.” He crinkled the bottle for a moment. “Are you…okay?”

Akutagawa seemed surprised by the question and looked away. “You shouldn’t ask me that. Worry after yourself, weretiger. I am a lost cause.”

“Well, you didn’t kill me,” Atsushi said. “So, I wouldn’t say that you’re too lost a cause.” He exhaled. “But you do need to eat more often than every two weeks, don’t you?”

“I eat every day. Blood, though…” Akutagawa’s shoulders stiffened.

“You can eat normal food?”

Akutagawa gave him a bemused look. “Did you not encounter me grocery shopping?”

“I thought…actually, I don’t know what I thought.” Atsushi scratched his hand through his hair. “You wander around in daylight, you shop up in mirrors, and you eat people food. Aside from the blood-drinking, how are you a vampire, exactly?”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t look to fiction to inform your reality, weretiger.” Akutagawa sighed and glanced toward the muted television. “I was hoping to scare you off with that display, but it seems you’re not in the least bit frightened of me. You really do have nothing stuffed between your ears.”

Atsushi said, quietly, “it looked like it hurt.”

“Pain is meaningless.” Akutagawa looked back at Atsushi. “I need to feed a few times a week to maintain my normal form. If I fast, I…deteriorate.” He looked at his hands. “And I start to lose all the sense in my head, far quicker than I’d like.”

Atsushi tilted his head and pointed at his neck. “Did you need to feed more, then? You were in pretty rough shape.”

“Idiot,” Akutagawa hissed at him. “I took so much from you, you passed out. I will not be feeding from you again for several days, you must recover first.” He looked at his hands again and then stood. “A lesser man would be my thrall by now, and I don’t understand how you’re not.”

Atsushi blinked wide, violet and golden eyes at him, and Akutagawa scoffed aloud. “I don’t understand any of this, or you, or your perverse desire to be of use to me. Don’t you recall I plan to kill you, weretiger?”

Atsushi placed his hands on his lap. “If you wanted to kill me, I would be dead already. You’ve had quite a few chances.”

Akutagawa whirled on him, knee on the bed, in Atsushi’s face faster than he could blink. He hissed, eyes completely red, sclera black, fangs on full display; and Atsushi didn’t jump. He snarled right back, eyes shifting to gold, mouth full of teeth just as sharp. “I can turn a threat display too,” Atsushi growled right back at him, and they stared off for another minute before Akutagawa pushed off the bed again and stalked away.

Atsushi’s heart was going a million miles an hour, and he’d managed to destroy the sheets under the covers with his claws. He exhaled as he watched Akutagawa stop by the window, staring out at the city at night, arms folded and scowling.

“So, now what?” Atsushi asked him, finally breaking the uneasy silence. “Where do we go from here?”

Akutagawa sighed. He pulled off his tattered coat, dropping it in the chair by the window before he came back and flopped onto the edge of the mattress again, arms folded. Atsushi watched him, a bit wide-eyed at the behavior.

“With the amount of blood I’ve taken, your stamina will be largely shot, so I’m afraid we can’t make full use of the room tonight. But, if you wish, I will let you use my mouth.”

Atsushi stared at him. “What?”

Akutagawa point to his mouth. “Use my mouth.”

“Use your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

Akutagawa stared back at him.

They stared at each other, in silence, for a solid minute.

“Weretiger.”

“Yeah?”

Akutagawa opened his mouth as he was considering his next words. He closed it, thought about it some more, and said, finally, “it will be easier, I think, to demonstrate.”

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Atsushi’s back was ramrod straight against the headboard, one hand behind him clutching it and the other curled in Akutagawa’s hair. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he got from there to here but at the moment he didn’t really care, his legs spread wide by Akutagawa’s hands, and his face nestled right against Atsushi’s cock.

In fact, Akutagawa’s tongue was doing a circuit around the shaft right now, and the crawling pleasure that was tracing its way up and down his spine was growing in intensity. He tilted his head back, watching the mirrors, seeing Akutagawa laid out on the bed with one of Atsushi’s legs over his shoulder, head bobbing as he mouthed the head of Atsushi’s cock and let it slip further inside. God. God, fuck.

Use his mouth.

Atsushi’s hips wanted to jerk, lift off the bed, do something; but Akutagawa’s elbow over his hip kept him down. He lifted off Atsushi’s cock with a wet pop, taking care to lick him down and up either side before deep-throating him once again. Atsushi moaned, wanting to thrust and being blocked into place and unable to do so.

His mouth was so good. So hot, hotter than his hand by a thousand degrees. He left Atsushi’s cock hanging, drooling, as he kissed Atsushi’s inner thigh, fangs suddenly pressing gentle pinpricks into his soft skin. Two bright red beads of blood rolled down his inner thigh and Akutagawa licked them up and shuddered, then sucked Atsushi’s cock down once more.

It was insanely good. Atsushi’s thoughts were an incoherent mess, he wanted to jam his cock down Akutagawa’s throat and listen to him choke, and he twisted his fingers in Akutagawa’s short hair, trying to remember what words would lead to the desired outcome. His head was getting fuzzy again, in a good way, in a toes-curling, spine-twisting way, and Akutagawa dipped his tongue into the slit where the fluid was drooling from. Atsushi jerked like he’d been hit by a cattle prod.

“Oh, like that, do you?” Akutagawa murmured, voice husky from the abuse his throat was taking, and proceeded to do it again. Atsushi’s cock was leaking fluid at an alarming rate, and Akutagawa lapped it all up like a cat, without a hint of hesitation, before he suddenly wrapped his lips around the head and shifted his arm off Atsushi’s hips.

Atsushi bucked off the bed, felt the head of his cock hit the back of Akutagawa’s throat, and shuddered as he released.

Akutagawa coughed for a bit, the worst wracking coughs from him that Atsushi had heard in a goodly long while; but he wiped out the rest of another bottle of water. “For someone who’s had nearly half their blood drained, you held out much longer than I thought,” Akutagawa said thoughtfully, sitting cross-legged on the rumpled top sheet.

Atsushi had fallen over, flat on his back, and was still having small little aftershocks from his orgasm. “Oh. Use your mouth,” he repeated weakly, “that’s what you meant.”

Akutagawa chuckled dryly and handed him a fresh bottle of water.

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